A Night in the Barrel House

by Osper

Rating: mature
Tags: My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Romance, Flim and Flam, Sex
Length: 3177

Flam takes a night off from scamming folks for a little R&R at the Barrel House.

As much as you can love a brother, Flam gets sick of staring at the mirror mug Flim represents and goes out for a night in Canterlot, to the hottest spot for those of a more 'puff' favoring nature. The Barrel House, an oasis of drinks and live entertainment for colts and fillies who like to cuddle same.

Published 2013-11-18 17:20:02 UTC
Last updated 2013-11-18 17:20:02 UTC

A Night in the Barrel House

A Night in the Barrel House

Flam leaned back against the mahogany bar of the Barrel House Bar, his drink practically untouched. He'd already had five Horse's Neck cocktails and there was no need to down the next five so quickly, what with how his head was already spinning.

He and his brother hadn't had a big score in months and drinking his sorrows away always cheered up the slightly older mustachioed brother, if it tended to dry up their collective cash flow.

Of course, drinking wasn't the only thing offered at the underground speak-easy where you had to know somebody to get in. This kind of place was a haven for the so-called “poofs” of Equestria, where you could meet ponies you'd never have guessed were gay or lesbian in your wildest dreams.

Here they danced to whatever music was requested, leaning on each other and forgetting about the unaccepting world outside. The low light hiding couples in booths who giggled together, ponies getting to know those just like them.

Flam had been a member for quite a while and visited whenever he was in Salt Lick City. Getting rid of his brother was the hard part. They were an inseparable team of the two best grifters in Equestria and a good team like that stuck together. Until you needed your “private time” that was. Then it was, “Sorry brother, gotta see a man about a horse.”

Which wasn't exactly a lie.

The crowd was good tonight, a mix of good looking mares and stallions. Especially the stallions, several in particular that had caught Flam's eye. Not that he was really into the big, tough looking guys. Thin and tall as he was, Flam liked to pretend that, here at least, he was one of the tough guys. No, it was more the innocent looking young guys that came in that took hold of his attention.

“Are the rooms free tonight Hat Trick?”

He was the bartender who had served Flam for years and had always been willing to help out one of his best customers who was in need. The middle aged stallion threw his towel on the bar and wiped it down, scraping pretzel crumbs onto his side of the bar.

“Yeah. You want me to get you your usual?”

Flam smirked and shook his head.

“Not just yet. I haven't found my mark. Maybe-”

“Let me go!”

The cry from one of the tables called a lot of attention, heads turning to the plea for help.

“Hey, don't worry sweet thing, I'll be gentle.”

A larger, dumb looking boor of a stallion was getting a little rough with one of the other patrons. This happened sometimes when they let new guys in that didn't understand the rules, either of the club or common decency.

Hat Trick whistled to the bouncer and pointed. The bouncer was new, ever since the last incident that had broken up most of the furniture. He firmly tapped the trouble maker on the back.

“Sir, I think you know what let me go means.”

The trouble maker didn't bother to turn, still interested in the slim cutie who couldn't escape his grip. Irritated at being interrupted, he did manage to bark to the bouncer behind him.

“Do you know what go the hell away means?”

His spin caught the bouncer off-guard, the hard hoof strike sending him staggering back and knocking over a table. He was out cold in one blow. Flam shook his head and took a sip of his drink.

“You need to hire a better door guy, Hat Trick.”

He stood, telekinetically sliding a pack of cards out of his sleeve and sauntering over to the trouble maker that everypony else was pretending wasn't there problem.

“Hey, fella, can I interest you in a little wager?”

This time the stallion did turn, his brow low and his teeth grit at being interrupted a second time.

Flam wasn't stupid enough to stand right behind him, instead keeping the table between them and shuffling the cards, a green aura keeping the cards flipping back and forth.

“Didn't you hear what I said to the other guy?”

Flam smirked.

“Come now friend. You don't seem all that lucky at love so cards must be more your game. If you can beat me, you'll get both me and this little cutie to play with. If I win then all I want is for you to turn her over to me.”

He glanced at her, the low light not conducive to details beyond her long hair and slim nature. He winked, hoping to give her a little hope that the 90 pound weakling in front of her had a plan.

The brute thought a moment and smiled as he looked Flam over.

“Alright. Deal. What's the game?”

“Do you know 52 Card Pick-Up?”

“No.”

“Good.”

The cards exploded up into his face, making the big stallion stumble back in confusion. He never saw the large bottle of champagne Flam had borrowed coming, taking the brunt of it on the chin and sending him to sweet dreamland.

Flam stood victoriously over the body and accepted the cheers of the patrons around him who had just gotten what would have made an excellent stage show.

He offered his hoof to the mare he had just saved and she took it, gratefully following him back to the bar.

“What're you drinking honey?”

He finally got a good look at her as they took their place at the bar, the lights behind it providing the best light in the club for ogling.

She was about the same height as Flam, tall and thin, yellow coat, a shock of long red mane with intermittent stripes of white falling over her shoulders. The dress was really nice too, a long, blue affair that showed off her short tail. A unicorn too, just the way Flam liked. Too bad she was a...oh, wait...

“Sorry ma'am. Do you prefer to identify as a lady while you're here?”

The cross-dressing stallion was shocked. It was indeed Flim, brother to his savior and he didn't even recognize him at this range. The little forest of long stemmed glasses in front of his brother explained why but what a surprise. He had no idea his brother had been into this sort of thing.

“Oh...uh...please. And I'll have a Planter's Punch.”

Hat Trick busied himself mixing it up, wondering just what was wrong with his eye sight. The pair looked like a gender-reversed mirror except for Flam's mustache.

“So, you new here?”

Flam leaned forward, chin on hoof, making dreamy eyes at the pretty young “mare” in front of him. Flim had never seen his brother do a “pick up” but he couldn't tell if he was good at it or not. He was at once comical in his vest and tie and that mustache he'd asked him to shave off a few times. But still, he was kinda...charming, what with the knight in shining armor bit he'd just pulled.

“No, I've been here a few times. Whenever I'm in town.”

“Oh, you travel a lot?”

Yeah, with you ya twit.

“Yes. I'm in sales.”

“Oh? Me too. I wonder why we've never met?”

We have met.

“It's a mystery. Actually, haven't we met before? Maybe in Ponyville? Or Trottingham? Maybe Canterlot?”

Flim would give his brother a chance to figure it out. He leaned his head up so the light would catch it better and shook his long wig back. This was going to be embarrassing but they were family. They'd have a good laugh about it later.

“Nope. I'd remember a lovely little flower like you. What should I call you doll?”

Aaaand apparently his brother was really that dense. Sauced too but still dense. No wonder he was the brains and Flam was the charmer.

“Oh, just...”

His mind raced. He'd already forgotten the name he always used when he was doing this.

“It's...Soft Touch.”

“Hmm...nice name.”

There was no lame joke made, which would have been the usual, or even a grab like other stallions did, trying to snuggle up to him. His name was a bit emboldening but Flam just smiled, pushing Soft Touch's newly delivered glass towards her.

“Well, it was nice meeting you ma'am. If I had more time I'd stay here with you but I'd rather not be around when that big palooka wakes up. I'll try to catch you next time doll.”

He jerked his hoof back towards the still unconscious brute from earlier.

A soft kiss on the hoof was the only physical advance he made and then he was heading for the door.

“Wait.”

Flim didn't know what he was doing. It was stupid and maybe even cruel but just talking wasn't going to hurt anyone, right?

“Do you wanna go talk...maybe in one of the rooms?”

Flam took a slow breath. He'd been ready just to call it a lost night but...she was the one asking.

“Okay. Hat Trick, my usual?”

He tossed the keys to Flam who floated them into a stationary position and then led his lady friend towards the stairs off to the side of the bar.

There was just the one floor above the bar, but it was huge. Doors stretched off on long hallways that extended into the converted warehouses that surrounded the bar on all sides. Room 127 swung open and Flam gestured the mare he mare he knew as Soft Touch through.

There was the big bed with the clean sheets, a small stove and a dresser with a big mirror backing it. The rooms were simple but cozy.

Flim had a seat on the bed and patted the spot next to him which Flam took. The mustachioed pony smiled at his companion, that mischievous look in his eye again.

“Doll, I hope you aren't planning on taking advantage of me.”

Despite himself Flim laughed in the way he'd been practicing. Getting his voice stay feminine had been the hardest part of his little hobby and doing it when genuinely laughing was harder.

“I didn't have anything like that in mind, you charmer.”

And the flattery came out. The way he'd warm up to stallions, make them feel good. He loved the way those big strong boys hold him, make him feel warm and wanted.

He smiled, leaning in closer and his eyes went wide as he realized his affected personality was taking over.

What the hell was he doing?! That was his brother!

Flam leaned in close, his mustache tickling Flim's neck as he kissed it. He was getting braver, taking a little more initiative than before.

Flim wanted to stop him, to yell, “Stop! How blind are you that you don't see your brother?!”

But the mare he wanted to be quieted that other half, the words of Soft Touch whispering in his mind,

No, just a bit longer.

And it went on, Flam kissing his neck, sucking gently.

“Sorry doll. I lost control of myself.”

And he pulled back, leaving Flam starving for his touch.

There was still time for Flim to leave before anything bad happened. He could escape and not do the things his body was aching for, not shame himself by letting his own brother have his way with him.

But you're Soft Touch right now. There's nothing weird here. You're not anyone to him but a mare he met in a bar. Let him go on.

Flim leaned forward, kissing Flam, lightly at first and letting his tongue extend, wetting his brother's lips. He kissed back, their tongues winding together as Flam grasped his brother's shoulders, pushing him back on the bed. Flim's heart pounded in time with the heartbeat of his partner, excitement bringing a rosy hue to his cheeks.

Their kiss deepened, rougher, each desperate to make the other feel good. Flim grasped the hat his brother always wore and tossed it to the floor, running his hooves through Flam's short hair, stroking his back, his horn glowing as he undid the buttons on the blue and white vest.

Flam's hoof rose up his partner's thigh, lifting the dress higher.

“Ah!”

There it was. Flam ran his hoof over the front of the dress, stroking the soft fabric and the quickly hardening member just under. The way Soft squirmed under his touch was incredible, little girly gasps as he kept on stroking, watching her grind her hips up, trying to keep his hoof on her cock. Flam licked his lips, seeing how long the form under the dress was. He was already beyond excited, his own dick bursting from his sheath, eager for what was to come.

His magic grasped the dress and Flam pulled it up in one sweeping motion, flinging it to the side. With the dress gone, Flam gazed down at the goddess under him, her long hair spread out around her, a deep blush on her cheeks. Deep breaths made her chest heave, her cock pulsing every few seconds.

“How...how do I look?”

Flam's smile was broad as he kissed her again, lightly, and whispered into her ear.

“You're a pip, doll.”

Flim rolled his brother over and slid down along his body, trailing his tongue from chest to groin. His tongue found it's mark as he stroked his brother's throbbing cock. There was no going back.

His tongue ran over the tip, rounding the head time and time again before he slid it into his mouth. Flam could only watch in amazement as it slid further and further into Soft's throat, groaning as it disappeared. His hooves eagerly grasped his partner's head, guiding his cock further in, trying to hurry it along. A shiver ran through his body, his hooves dropping to the bed and pawing at the sheets as her incredible tongue slid along the underside of his cock.

Flim could taste the pre-cum as he sucked. It dribbled steadily into his mouth, coating the surface of his tongue. It spilled into the back of Flim's throat, slicking the cock as it dove further until there was no more to take. Flim rolled his tongue along the bottom, squeezing and teasing it as it twitched in his mouth.

“That's...amazing doll. How'd you learn to do that?”

The femme brother pulled back, the whole length slipping from his throat. With a pop the head left his mouth, a dribble of saliva between his lips and the tip.

“Practice. Did you want to be on top?”

“If you don't mind.”

Flim rolled over on the bed, his knees slightly spread and his ass in the air. He looked back, his face buried in the sheets. The sight was the sexiest thing Flam had seen in a long time. He reached out, stroking the long cock that trembled between his partner's legs.

“Be gentle at first, okay?”

Flam barely heard her, the sight of that tight little butt wavering back and forth shutting out everything else.

“Y-yeah. Always, doll.”

He stood over her, sliding his hooves down her slender back until they came to rest on her thin shoulder blades. Her tail waved back in forth in obvious excitement when his cock slid between her cheeks, rubbing long strokes between them.

“Ready?”

Flim nodded, feeling his brother's hard cock already straining at his entrance.

Flam pushed suddenly, forcing the head in, the slick coating letting it slide in easily enough. Flim cried out, biting the sheet as it went deeper, opening him up. Other stallions had had him in this very position, their weight on his back but this time, it just felt so...it was indescribable. So right.

A rhythm started, long, slow thrusts pushing through him, his ass clenching his brother's cock as it slid back, loosening as it plowed in deep. Flim could feel the air being pushed out of his lungs with every thrust but he wanted more.

“Faster, please!”

Flam smiled, pushing in harder. His strokes quickened as he lost himself in animal instinct, his tongue lolling out as he took his partner. Flim moaned out, every thrust accompanied by a cry of pleasure.

“That's...that's it, keep it up!”

Flim found himself suddenly flipped over onto his back, his partner's cock twisting inside him as his brother got rougher, pushing harder, longer strokes forcing the entire length into him.

Flam was atop him, hooves on either side of his head as he thrust, harder and harder. Flim's cries were beast-like, wild with lust as his brother ravaged him. His cock bounced, slapping his chest with every thrust. It had been so long since his last fuck and he could feel his orgasm approaching quickly, almost too soon.

“Flam, I'm gonna...I'm gonna cum!”

Flam couldn't respond, his cock reaching it's limit and his mind blank. He pushed hard, Flim's hips rising up from the force, his legs wrapping around Flam's body. Cum burst forth, his pulsing cock spilling spurt after spurt of the white goo into his brother, his ass tightening to milk every last drop out of the cock in him.

Flim's own orgasm burst out in huge waves, covering his chest, spilling onto his face and hair. Streams of his own goo coated him, criss-crossing as his cock bobbed back and forth wildly.

They stayed like that for whole minutes, each tense as their orgasms locked their bodies up, cum dripping over Flim's body and into the sheets. His ass had a vice grip on his brother's member, not wanting to give it up until he was sure every last drop had been drained.

Finally, Flam slowly pulled out, Flim's ass gripping every time he pulled out an inch or two. After several starts and stops it finally fell free, a rush of semen following.

The sheets would definitely need changing.

“Was I...was that alright?”

Flim gazed up at his brother, panting heavily.

Flam kissed him, licking the cum from his lips.

“You were...I...that was incredible...”

Flam looked to the side, a worried look passing over his face.

“I should really go. My brother will be expecting me. We're traveling together and if I'm away too long-”

Flim put a hoof to his brother's lips, shaking his head.

“He'll be fine. I know how older brothers can be. He doesn't need you there every minute.”

Flam swallowed. He really would rather stay if he could.

“Not every minute?”

“No. He's grown, he'll be fine.”

That same roguish smile came back to Flam's lips as he gazed down at his new lover. Something in that look he had told Flim that his brother wouldn't be going back to their shared hotel room tonight.

Flam leaned back, resting until they could go again.

“Can I ask you a favor?”

“Sure, hon.”

Flam looked back and forth, as though someone might be listening and leaned forward a little.

“Can I call you Flim while we do this?”

Author's Note

Never let a room of near strangers tell you what to write.