Don't look under the Skirt
I like this bar.
I think it’s about three years old. I found it mostly by asking around, and a few internet searches. Very highly recommended. It’s located underneath an apartment complex, with a staircase leading down to the front floor, so it’s all just underneath ground level. The air in here smells like spilled beer, sweat, and just a hint of cigarette smoke, none of which are particularly overpowering.
That’s not why I like it, though. I like it because I just walked in, and already I can see about six stallions, not including the bartender, who all look very horny.
Outside, it’s Equestria’s heat season. This month is the most common one for mares to go into Estrus, and when those mares kicked their stallions, coltfriends, and family out of the house to prevent “accidents”, they all came here. It’s the perfect time to do something I’ve always wanted to do.
I’m wearing a tight pink hoodie, and a pair of slightly-tight jeans, that show off my butt. Tight enough that I’ve got to take small steps, and I can sashay a little on my way there. The hood of the hoodie’s down so my long brown hair is obvious, and helps with the impression that I’m a girl.
I’m not, but that’s part of the fun.
I spy a couple of larger stallions sitting at the bar, with Royal Guard helmets sitting next to their stools. I cough one last time, experimentally mutter “Hey there, I’m Keith,” in the most feminine voice I can muster, and finally decide I’m satisfied with it. I move towards the bar, ducking so I don’t bang my head on the low ceiling. I’m pretty tall compared to everypony in here…
But that won’t matter once I’m on my knees, smearing my cheap red lipstick.
The stool’s almost cartoonishly small. Still, helps show off my butt more, so not exactly bad. The bartender tilts his head. “Hey. What can I getcha… Uh…”
“Miss,” I reply. “And I’ll just have a Rum and Coke.”
He nods, turning to make it. He’s pretty well-built, a black-furred Unicorn stallion a bit shorter than the average. He’s got a pretty classic bartender moustache as well, which looks like he grew it just to complete the image. As he turns, I catch a glimpse of his sheathe and a half-chub, hanging underneath him. He might seem unflappable, but the Estrus is getting to him too.
I make a note to come back to him, and turn to catch the attention of the guards sitting next to me. The Earth Pony, the bigger guy, seems to be the talker. The smaller Pegasus seems to be completely mute, in fact, but he’s very expressive, nodding and making hoof movements to get what he’s saying across pretty well.
The big guy has lime green fur, and I crane my neck around to look at his cutie mark. One big bubble, looks like. I also catch a glimpse of his sheathe as well, while I’m looking. It’s not flagging as high as the bartender’s, but his balls… They’re things of beauty. A pair of big, fuzzy orbs, resting on the leather seat. They’re probably as big as my fist, each. That was the really nice thing about Equestria, in comparison to Earth; next to no nudity taboo.
Of course, any other time of the year, that wasn’t quite as good, because I got really turned on and couldn’t do anything about it. But that was gonna change tonight.
The lime guy’s talking about the Minotaurs, or something. I only catch a couple words out of the sentence as my attention shifts to the stallion sitting beside him, whose own fur is dark blue. Kind of like that Night Princesses’. His cutie mark is a keyboard, while his cock is a little bit smaller than his buddies’. He notices me looking, and smirks, before giving a mock thrust on his stool.
A blush lights up across my face as we make eye contact again. It’s only torn away when the bartender sets a glass with my Rum and Coke on a coaster in front of me, and I sip from the straw in it.
Beside me, the larger stallion turns around, looking at me. “Oh! Hey there, cutie. What’s your name?”
“Keith-” my voice cracks. I’m so goddamned nervous.
He smiles knowingly. “First time out, huh? Heat cycle getting to ya?” There’s a blue hoof on his shoulder, and he turns to see his buddy tracing an hourglass shape with his hooves and shaking his head.
“Wha- Oh! Right, Humans don’t do that. Sorry, you’re just the first one I’ve seen up close, is all.”
“It’s okay,” I smile. “You’re actually kind of halfway right. I, um… I keep seeing stallions that are really… ‘excited’, and…”
Limey smirks. “And you wanted to give it a try, huh?”
Blushing really hard now, I nod, shifting my butt around on the seat. “I’ve… I’ve kind of had this fantasy… I wanna... be used. In public.”
If he was at a half-chub before, it’s already starting to get harder. Behind him, his mute friend gets this big, stupid grin, and he nods like a pez dispenser. But none of that shows on Limey’s face. “Hot damn… Are all human mares this horny during heat season?”
I shrug, finishing the Rum and Coke. Limey looks around the bar, before glancing back to me. “There’s a bathroom in the back. How’s that sound?”
I rub my legs together. “Does it lock?”
Behind him, Bluey shakes his head. “No? Perfect.”
Limey pays for all our drinks, and heads there first. It’s pretty much unspoken that all going at once would give us away, and I’m left sitting with Bluey for a moment. He gives me another smirk, before pointing at his crotch, then my own.
“Uh…”
Then he strikes a girly pose, and I realize he knows I’m not a girl. There’s a few seconds of panic, but then he puts a hoof on my shoulder, and puts the other to his lips, with a “shh” sound. He knows, but he’s not gonna tell. That’s awesome. Bluey is a good stallion. After a few more seconds, he points me towards the back, and I nod. “Thanks.”
He shrugs, fluttering his wings.
After another moment, I get up, and start making my way to the back, moving around an unused pool table, and pushing open a door with a bathroom sign on it. This seems to lead into a backroom sort of area, with an “employees only” sign on a door at the end of the hall, and male and female bathrooms here.
Entering the Stallion’s room, I looked around. It was pretty small, actually, with just two stalls and two urinals. All four of them had the same toilet design, like a Japanese kinda thing, where it was set into the floor. It was weird getting used to that, but they were pretty easy to use. It was also shockingly clean. Not sparkling, but a whole hell of a lot less grime than there was in Earth bathrooms.
A toilet flushed, and Limey walked out of one of the stalls, catching my eyes. “Hey, Cutie. You know this is the Stallion’s room, dontcha?”
That threw me for a loop for a second, but then I realized he was trying to play to my fantasy. I nodded. “I know. I’m the bar’s new cock-cleaner.”
His eyes widened, and his dick finally reached full mast, flopping upwards against his belly. “Whoah.” After a moment, he was confident again. “Then I’m your first customer tonight, baby. I just took a piss, and could use a polishin’.”
I nodded, and dropped to my knees in the corner next to the sink. In seconds, Limey was towering over me, both in height and in dick. With shaking hands, I reached out and ran my hands down his length, sliding them all the way from the flare to his belly. The whole time I’m rubbing my hands across it, I’m just kind of in shock. He’s huge. He’s a pony. And I’ve already got my hands around his dick.
I’m fucking terrified. I’ve only ever touched myself, sucked myself off before, I’ve never actually touched another person, or pony’s dick. And ten minutes after walking into this bar, I’m rubbing my hands down a Stallion’s shaft.
After a moment, I remember his nice, big balls, and slide my hands back, massaging them. They’re firm, but delicate. I move forward, slowly ducking my head under his huge shaft, and it flops over my forehead, sliding through my long hair, as I put my face in front of his balls. For the first time ever, I stick my tongue out, and lick a Stallion’s crotch.
He tastes kind of salty. Like sweat. Not dirty, not at all, but he must’ve come here right after work with Bluey. Just a lick isn’t enough though. I open my mouth, and put my lips on one of his testicles, then suck it into my mouth.
He groans, and a hind hoof stamps against the tiles. I start getting full-body shivers as I let the testicle pop back out, before sucking in the other one, soaking them both in my mouth while his dick lays across my forehead. Slowly, one of my hands drops into the front of my jeans, into the panties I’m wearing, and I start rubbing myself.
After a moment, I start moving back to the head of his cock, letting that beautiful shaft slide back through my hair again. This time it leaves a little trail of pre-cum, just a few watery drips across my head. I wrap my mouth around the side of his dick at about the medial ring, and slide all the way back down to the tip with his cock in my mouth.
He’s flared slightly, I notice, when I reach the end. Just a little wider than the rest of his shaft was, but still not too large I can’t take it in my mouth. I pull back with a slurp, and let the bottom of his flare rest on the end of tongue for a moment. While it’s there, he moans again, and a little more pre-cum drips out onto my tongue.
Yum.
My lips close around his flare, and my hand start sliding around his length again, from front to back, jerking him off into my mouth, while I use my tongue to swirl around the head of his flare. There’s a faint taste of piss, but it’s gone the moment after I notice it.
Do I wanna try and take him deep? I have an awful gag reflex, and I can probably get him off right here… But I wanna get face-fucked. I decide to at least try, before taking a deep breath through my nose, and pushing myself down his shaft as hard as I can.
He reaches the back of my throat, and that damn gag reflex kicks in. I pop off his flare, coughing as I hold onto his shaft and one of his forelegs for support. I shut my eyes tight as I try and let the nausea pass.
Limey’s other forehoof runs through my hair. “Whoah. Hey, it’s okay, Cutie. You alright?”
I nod, still coughing. “I don’t -koff- I don’t know if I can do this…”
He smiles down at me. God, he’s hot. “You’re doing fine. You just need some practice with that.”
I look at his cock again. My red lipstick is smeared down the shaft. I didn’t even realize I was doing that, but I’d been hoping I would. It traces this cool-looking pattern down the side of his length, swirls all across his balls, staining the fur, and there’s a ring of it behind his flare.
That’s when it really hits me, what I’m doing. I’m sucking off some random Stallion—I don’t even know his name—in an unlocked bathroom. He thinks I’m a girl, and this… This is the hottest, and most fucking terrifying thing I’ve ever done. My hand drops back into my panties, jerking myself off as sneakily as I can.
Limey smiles, seeing that I’m gonna get back into it. “Try going slow, this time. Don’t hit your limit, just enjoy how deep you can go for now.”
I nod one more time, and then put my lips around his flare one more time. It feels larger this time; he’s getting close. This time, I slide the end in at an angle, so it pokes against my cheek, and I use my tongue to lavish attention around the flesh behind his flare. He groans, loudly and lewdly—I bet the whole bar heard that. His hind kicks again, clinking against the tiles, and his flare grows way larger.
I wish I could say it got caught against my teeth, locked itself in while I tried to pull off, and he used my face as a cumdump. But really, I held him in myself with my lips, holding him there, as his flare starting squirting huge jets of cum against the inside of my cheek, the hot, salty load sloshing around my mouth. I can’t swallow fast enough, and I cough, splattering a whole mouthful of salty pony semen down my chin, and onto my pink hoodie.
I manage to swallow most of the rest as he slumps against the tile wall, barely remaining standing. With shaking fingers, I reach into my mouth, and scoop up some remaining cum with two fingers, pulling it out and looking at it. I spread my fingers, and ribbons of cum stretch between them. Looking through them, I see him again, and he’s panting.
“Fuck… That was good. That was really good…”
“How’d I do as a cock-cleaner?” I whisper, before sucking the cum back into my mouth and gulping it down.
He glances down. His dick is flared still, it’s slathered in lipstick and saliva, cum’s still dripping from the end, and I’m covered in cum. “Tartarus, I think you did fantastic… But you could still use a little practice.” He staggers a step closer, ducking low and sniffing at my crotch. “I wanna rut you like a dog, Cutie…”
I freeze. No. He can’t know. I’m a girl, I want him to keep thinking I’m a girl, I can’t just suck him off again, he’ll know something’s up, I can’t-
Salvation comes in the form of the door opening. If it were any other pony, we’d have a problem, but Bluey steps inside, and his eyes widen with shock. Then his cock flops downward again, hardening, as I smile at him, spattered with Limey’s load. “Free cock-cleaner, here. Need to blow a load?”
He grins, and trots closer. His dick bobs up and down with every step, and as he gets close, I’m already reaching out to hold it, to stroke it, to suckle the tip. His eyes roll back as my mouth closes on his flare, and I start slathering down it.
He’s smaller than Limey. I could probably take him pretty deep… My hands wrap themselves down his shaft like I did with Limey’s, though I can actually wrap my fingers around it entirely. One hand stays there, while the other cups his balls, gently pulling at them while I suckle his tip.
I wanna get adventurous. I pull the end of his cock deeper across my tongue, as my hand moves from his balls further back. Gently, I prod around at his rear, until I find his asshole, poking one of my fingers inside his tight ponut. He gasps and his eyes widen, before the combination blowjob, handjob, and fingering makes his eyes roll back and his tongue poke out in bliss.
I move the hand that’s stroking him further back, almost to the base. His dick is rocking back and forth, pushing into my mouth and back out as I stroke it, until I start slowly pushing myself forward again. He’s small enough that the gag reflex isn’t too bad… I keep pushing.
He actually slides into my throat. I don’t feel like vomiting, which is amazing. I decide to push it as hard as I can, sliding my mouth down his shaft, and find my hand is running out of handjob room. It moves, gripping his flank, and I grab onto his cutie mark as I use my new leverage to push myself all the way up to the base.
My forehead bumps against his belly, and he lets out this cute whine as I slip another finger into his ass. I can’t breathe as well as I’d like with a dick in my throat, but I kind of can, and I wanna stay here until he cums.
That actually brings up a question. Do I want him to cum down my throat? I won’t be able to taste it, and his flare might choke me… Or even might make me vomit. I don’t want that. On the other hand, I could pull out and have him blow his load all over my face. I could wash that off… Or I could walk back out through the bar, in front of all those other stallions, with a load of pony cum splattered across my hoodie, my cheeks… And my cheap red lipstick smeared all over their dicks.
I totally want him to finish all over me. Fuck, that’s hot. I give an instinctual thrust below as I bob against Bluey’s belly, his cock slowly starting to flare in my throat. I’m actually deepthroating him. I want this. I want this so bad… I’ve wanted this for so fucking long.
His cute panting is getting really loud, and I can feel him shaking when I push my head against his belly. I start sliding back, his comfortably-fitting cock leaving my throat feeling empty. His flare slips back across my tongue, and I’m looking straight at it again. It’s flaring, and it’s like looking down the barrel of a loaded gun, as I stroke his cock with both hands again.
I catch Limey’s eyes. He’s been busy, stroking himself beside us, and it looks kind of like he’s going to finish at the same time as Bluey. “Both of you,” I moan. “Cum all over. Mark me. I want you to paint me with your cum, coat me with it…”
Bluey comes first. He moans extra-loud, and everyone in the bar definitely heard that one. His head flares and the first shot goes high, splashing through my hair. I close my eyes, and it’s just in time—the second shot would’ve nailed me right in the eye if I hadn’t. It sprays across my closed eye, and drips down my face. The third hits me in the other cheek, splashing down across my hoodie, and the fourth squirts right into my neck, going down the collar of the hoodie and into my shirt, soaking it and me from inside.
I open my other eye, the one not slathered in cum, just in time to see Limey jerking off and cumming across my chest with his first squirt. His second is way higher, splashing my forehead in it, soaking into my long hair like the best shampoo ever. I open my mouth wide with an “Ahhh…” And he aims the next shot into there, firing his load across my tongue one last time, before his last shot squirts out onto my chest, joining the loads from earlier.
I slump back against the tile wall as I slowly swallow the load in my mouth. I’m pasted in cum, just like I wanted. My hand drops back into my little orange panties, one last time, and I jerk off inside my clothes, cum splattering inside them and soaking my jeans as well. It might look a little odd, but I don’t care, and they clearly don’t either. Limey slumps against a sink, breathing heavily, while Bluey sits back against the stall, playing with himself a little as he watches me.
“Thank you,” I whisper, looking at them both. “Thank you so much for this. I’ve wanted to do this for so long-”
I’m cut off as the door of the bathroom opens, and the Bartender takes three steps in before pausing. “Uh huh. That’s what I thought.”
I’m stammering. “Um… We can clean up, we’ll leave, I-”
He cuts me off with a smirk. “Oh no. Not after everypony in the bar’s been listening to you clowns for the past fifteen minutes.” Behind him, all the stallions from the bar file into the bathroom. Every last one of them is hard as stone, from our noises and the estrus outside. I take a couple, one in each hand, while another stallion just goes right for my mouth, and I suck him in. The rest of them all start positioning themselves around my corner, the really excited ones cumming already around me.
The rest of the night is a blur of blowjobs, handjobs, and cum absolutely everywhere. I think at one point my clothes came off and the dick came out, but by that point nopony cared.
The next morning, I woke up in a bathtub, shivering wet, but clean. I think I’d been hosed off. As I get out, I spy a note on the mirror.
“Hey, Girly-boy, Estrus is still going for the rest of the week. You actually want work as a cock-cleaner, I’ll give you free drinks.”
-Tapped Keg (the bartender, get out of my bathroom)
Author's Note
Well, I did say I'd be posting some clop. I'm working on everything else too, of course, but Keith said in a stream that nobody ever writes clop that's just about blowjobs. I immediately decided to rectify this.
