Life's Left Hook

You blink.

She just flashed you.

No wonder she was stripping.

After you re-adjust your pants one last time, you slide through the door.

Looking around, you try to find the back rows.

Some ponies gawk at you.

One gasps in fear.

A little more than couple stare at your crotch.

But, you pay them no mind as you make your way back.

There's a small stairway leading up.

That must be where the announcer stays.

Following your fair assumption, you start climbing.

Soon, a purple coated unicorn comes into view.

Doctor Aperta Cuore turns to face you, a shit-eating grin spread across her face like a fresh coat of baby batter.

"Buonasera, Anonymous," she says, her voice low and rich with lust and anticipation.

Seeing a mare like her in this circumstance is...

Off setting.

It's not what you'd expect.

It doesn't feel quite right.

Then again, neither did the first time you boned a horse.

You learn to accept these things.

You look at the setup that Aperta has in the control booth.

In front of you was a large sound board panel, as well as a variety of other switches for lighting and such.

There were also a few empty glasses, bottles, a used condom, and a pair of rubber hoof coverings.

Eugh.

"Evenin', doc," you say, taking a seat next to her.

She chuckles darkly.

"How much did Trixie tell you?"

You have a feeling that, given the circumstances, not much.

"Well, she told me she was a stripper. Didn't say a damned thing about you, though."

She lets out a huff, leaning on her elbow as she turns to face you with that same look.

"Surprised, mio amico?"

"Juuuust a little," you say, leaning back. "I mean, I knew Trixie had gone places, but... You? I thought you were a-"

"And I am," she says, nodding.

"I take it Trixie didn't even tell you half ze story."

"Evidently not!"

She chuckles.

"Being a doctor is my day job. At night? ...Eeeh, I do a little... Vetvork, so to speak. Vet in more vays zan vone, might I add."

"Wetwork? ...Well, no shit - you got a thousand wet mares right in front of you."

She chuckles, tuning to look at the crowd. "...I've noticed. I suppose I'll tell you ze fine details later; Trixie says you're trustvorthy. I don't doubt it, after all I've seen."

How much did this mare know?

This is starting to concern you.

Before you can get any thought down, you're cut off by Aperta hollering into a microphone as she pushes down a button.

"Show's on in vone minute, Trixie! You ready?

"Of course Trixie is ready!" she responds, her voice coming through with godawful reception.

"Buono. Tell me vhen to shine ze spotlight, darling. Everything is ready in ze booth."

"Got it. Just... One last thing."

"Hmm?"

"Tell Anonymous to keep his bits in his pocket while I'm out there."

"I'm right here, you know."

"Oh, good! Well, trust me, I know how tempting it'll be to just throw money at me, but keep it. I'll get more than enough."

"You sound... Surprisingly confident."

"Nice to meet you, Anonymous. I'm the Great and Powerful Trixie. Now, sit back, trite, and watch the show. There's going to be a bit of a surprise."

Oh, great.

"Ten dollars says it's going to be a futa cock."

"VHAT?!"

*FWOOF*

And, through the curtain, steps Trixie, adorned in...

Bath robes.

And a cape.

And a hat.

Stars, sparkles, and glitter cover her attire.

Quite the display, even though everything is on.

It fits her tightly, showing off her curves...

Finally, she swaggers her way front and center on stage, standing on her hind legs.

"Hit it, doc!"

Aperta flips a switch, and the curtains behind Trixie fold away.

The band is revealed, and they start playing a slow, smooth, jazzy tune.

Trixie does a slow paced dance to the rhythm of the music, swaying her hips and torturing every and any man (or lesbian) in the audience while doing so.

You swear, those hips grew twice as wide and twice as juicy once they were onstage...

Trixie must have a knack for that.

Slowly, she tugs at what would be her belt, taking it out of the loops on her robe.

She slowly slides it out and drops it, landing on the floor with a thwap.

The robe stays together, though...

'No images for you, big boy' is what she would be saying, just by the look on her face...

She keeps going, swaying her hips as she turns her back to the audience.

Slowly, she slides her hooves down the lines of her robes, grasping at the collar, and then at the chestpiece.

Even more slowly, she pulls back, sliding the silk off of her shoulders, down her arms and back, and finally, onto the floor.

She turns her head, a flashing a devilish smirk as she stares with one eye.

With that, she takes her hat off, and slides it down over her crotch.

Wait.

She's not holding her hat.

It's...

It's hanging there.

And it's glowing.

"...Anonymous?"

"...Uh..."

"...I-I think I owe you ten bits..."

Trixie slowly turns around, standing proudly on her hind legs.

The hat points straight out, and the tip seems a little...

Damp.

"You wanna see it?!"

The crowd roars and cheers.

The floor has bits littered all over the place as it's tossed up on stage.

"TRIXIE CAN'T HEAR YOU!"

The ground rumbles as the crowd makes more noise than a buffalo stampede.

With that, Trixie smiles sinisterly.

"...That's more like it..."

With that, she starts to slowly slide the hat off.

...

...

Holy.

Sweet.

Baby.

Celestia.

That isn't real.

It can't be.

It might be attatched to her...

It's so fleshy...

It's so shiny...

There's even a bit of precum dribbling off the tip.

No.

It can't be real.

It's too huge.

Fuck, that's almost as thick as your calf.

And longer than your forearm.

Why do you have a boner?