Late night stroll

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“And for the final climax of tonight’s show,” a low and sultry voice continued, the sound of his lips brushing the microphone audible, “The mare that will chew you just as easily as you can chew her namesake...” the narrator of the show, backstage and invisible to the crowd, paused for dramatic effect as wordless upbeat music stomped through the club, “...Bubble Gum.”

Wisps of steam hissed up from the shadowed stage, dancing and disappearing into the hot air of the crowded room. A pole, cast in silhouette via clever light placement, rose up from the stage, the figure of a pegasus mare wrapped languidly around it.

Unseen by the horny onlookers, many of whom were now spitting out catcalls, Gum wore a nervous expression on her face. She blew a lock of her mane from her eyes, only to have it resettle where it had been previously.

‘C’mon, Gum, you do this every night and you do fine. Just stick with the routine as usual!’ She pep-talked herself.

She swallowed her fear, wiping the nervousness from her face and replacing it with a seductive, half-lidded look as the spotlights lit her up. The lights revealed a bubblegum pink pegasus with grape purple hair, wearing tight-fitting panties, knee high socks, and a mask of the same color.

It was time and she put on a show.

She gripped the pole with her forehooves, flaring out her wings to the full extent, something that garnered a similar effect from the more interested pegasi in the audience.

She threw out a forehoof, and spun clockwise around the pole, letting her gripping forehoof slide down and lower her body to the ground, her hind legs moving quickly to keep up with the spin until she was bent over backwards on the opposite side, one hind leg kicked up and into the air, the other firmly cemented to the ground, and her fem fatale-esque grin upside down to the audience.

In a blur of pink and purple, she righted herself with a roll, opposite forehoof now gripping the pole, now bent over forwards, but not for long.

Another flash and a flap of her rigid wings, she leaped skywards a yard and latched onto the pole with her hind legs, wrapping her purple tail around it as well. She let go with her forehooves and leaned backwards, sliding down, the movement pulling the panties tight around her plot and revealing more of the slitted shape that it hid beneath as well as giving her a warm sensation of pleasure.

As her plot hit the floor, she leaned back further, letting her forehooves make contact and relinquishing the pole from her two-legged grip. Bent over backwards, making a sort of table, she kicked out and performed a backwards flip, ending with her pantie-covered plot to the audience, a small damp spot clearly not sweat. The sight drew in more aroused cries and grins.

“Take it off!” one of the more lewder, or hornier, patrons cried from the crowd.

Gum gave a mental sigh, ‘Whatever, ya fucking sicko.’

Gum flashed a quick smile back over the object of everyone’s attention before sauntering forwards to the pole again, swaying her hips and flicking her raised tail back and forth. She reached up, cat-like, and gripped the pole with her forehooves once more, rubbing the loosely-clothed appendages along a short length of the pole, no doubt giving most of the stallions a nice mental picture of her rubbing something else pole-like. She flicked her tail upwards for once, undoing a cleverly placed quick-release and letting the article of clothing free from her shapely ass.

She twirled her tail like a whip, snapping it and flinging the article of clothing into the crowd, where a few more rowdier of the patrons began to fight over it, the others cheering wildly as she gave the crowd a quick flash of her assets.

Now with her fine ass and moist pussy exposed, she let go of the pole and performed a front flip, wrapping her tail and a hind leg around it while performing a handstand with her forehooves. She gave the crowd another upside down smile, her darker pink tits like two small eyes staring back from her crotch, and began to ascend the pole, using the strength in her forehooves to propel herself slowly upwards, grinding her pussy against the metal’s length, mare-juices acting as a lubricant to help in her ascension.

At the top, there was another flurry of pink and purple as she righted herself, now clinging to the pole with all four hooves, shapely ass pushed out towards the crowd, tail lifting to give them a sight to behold as she slid back down once more.

The cheers of the crowd sickened her as the night wore on.

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(Closing time)

“A great show as always, Bubble Gum,” The named pegasus’ boss told her with a smile, magicking her a bag full of bits as she headed for the door.

Bubble Gum trotted over and took the bag with a wing, tucking it against her body. She offered a simple nod and a bored expression. She began to head past the unicorn, but he continued with a lifted hoof, giving her an attempt at a winning smile.

“So,” the red and yellow unicorn leaned against the open door frame, cold night air blowing past him, he adjusted his glasses with a touch of magic, “You wanna head over to my place tonight?”

“Sorry, Hot Rod,” Gum replied with a fake smile, “I’m working the streets. Funny thing that my clients pay more than my boss.”

‘They usually perform and smell better as well,’ She thought, giving Hot Rod a distasteful look as he looked away to chat with another of the club’s performers as she headed out. He passed her her own bag of bits, and gave her ass a little tap as she left. When he looked back to Bubble Gum, her seemingly genuine smile had returned.

He shrugged, “Hey, well you do what you gotta do, have a nice night.”

“Yeah, you too,” Gum replied as she trotted past him and out of the strip club.

As she trotted out into the chilly downtown Canterlot night, she took a breath and savored the fresher smell of the air outside the club. It was a nice night for a trot and her flying there to speed things up wouldn’t hamper her chances of getting a late night client.

‘I need a breath of fresh air anyways,’ Gum thought to herself.

As she made her way to her usual spot, she took some time to weigh the bag of bits Hot Rod had paid her. To her annoyance, it felt as if the bag was lighter than the last one. She couldn’t be completely sure until she counted it, but she got suspicious that the jackass wasn’t paying her-

Her thoughts were foiled as a mass of pony came crashing into her side, knocking her into a side alley as well as a daze. She was rolled onto her back and felt two heavy hooves hold her down with unnecessary force.

“Looks like we got a little mare on a late night stroll,” said her assailant while Gum clutched her head. As her eyes stopped spinning, she spied a large unicorn twirling a small blade beside his head, “How unfortunate,” the unicorn continued, dropping his voice as he leaned closer, “for her...”

“Hey, qui foolin around and ge the goods!” came a shaky voice from behind Gum, she tilted her head back to spy two more ponies, a dark grey pegasus with a dark blue mane and a silvery unicorn with a white mane.

“Shut up,” the peach and blonde unicorn pinning Gum down shot back with a sneer, he looked back down at Gum, “Just hoof over that coin, missy, and I promise that me and the boys won’t leave you too,” he smiled an ugly smile, “Fucked up.”

“Wh-what the hell is this? Some kinda joke?” Gum asked, folding her wings around the bag of coins protectively nonetheless, “Hot Rod set you assholes up to this or something?”

“I might be smiling, little missy,” the unicorn smiled, the blade in his magical grip spinning slowly in little circles, “But this isn’t a joke, hand over the bits.”

‘Oh, Celestia! Oh, Celestia! This jackass’s serious! Fuck! I can’t give him this, it’s practically all that I own!’ Gum thought in a panic, before quickly trying to improvise, “Let’s...let’s not be too hasty here,” Gum replied, cursing her voice for coming out fearfully, “I’m sure we could...work something out,” She put on a seductive smile that came out more like a grimace.

The unicorn laughed.

“C’mon, can we jus grab the stuff an go?” asked the pegasus, giving his wings a few restless flaps. His bloodshot eyes flicked about uncertainly, “Deal or no deal, I don like takin too long.”

Ignoring the pegasus, the unicorn finished his laugh and pushed his face closer to Gum’s. She could feel the heat of his breath on her face as well as smell the sourness of it as he spoke.

“I’m not sure you get the picture, little mare. You give me the goods and I may or may not let you off easy. Now give it!” The unicorn wrapped his magic around the bag of bits and started to pull it towards him.

Gum grabbed the bag in a hoof as it left the safety of her wing. She wrestled with the unicorn’s magic, but felt the cloth slipping as his magical strength overcame her physical strength. He gave her another nasty, knowing, smile as he felt the bag slowly come.

Knowing that it was a losing battle, Gum shoved the bag at his face, feeling the mass of metallic coins slam right into his nose with his and her combined force.

The unicorn stumbled back with a pained curse, the knife dropping from his magical grip as he clutched at his nose. Gum snatched up her bag of coins in a hoof, rolled over, and leapt skyward, heart racing with her wings.

All she had to do was put enough distance between her and her attackers and-

A silver glow grabbed onto her head, yanking downwards and sending her spiraling towards the ground. She had no time to change her trajectory before she hit the concrete hard, stars exploding across her vision as pain flowered through her skull.

“Celestia-damned whore!” Somepony spat through gritted teeth from behind her, a clatter of hoofsteps following. Gum, still dazed, got to wobbly feet, opening her wings to try to escape again when a sudden pain stabbed into her side, right below her unfolded left wing.

Gum cried out, clutching the fiery wound. Something hit her in the head and she hit the ground again, more stars lighting up her wobbly vision.

“Shit, what was that?” Came a slightly faded voice from to her side.

“Shut-up and grab the bag, let’s split,” Something kicked her and Gum curled up even more, “You stupid little whore,” There were a set of escaping hoofsteps and then silence.

Bubble Gum lifted a hoof to her face, away from the stabbing pain in her side, and forced her eyes to open. In the moonlit night, she could see a black stain clinging to her furred appendage.

Gum tried to move, but her efforts were in vain. All she wanted to do was lay there and hope that the pain would soon fade.

After a while, it did. Her consciousness fading and the pain with it.

Author's Note

Don't expect this to be updated very often.