Night at the Club

A lead-like weight settled inside Twilight's chest as she looked at the vast expanse of ponies before her, one that abruptly fell into the pit of her stomach as her fear-addled mind registered the fact that every eye in the room was focused directly on her. “Umm…” She shakily lifted a hand and waved. “Hi?”

The only response was some coughing in the back and, strangely enough, given that the Perfect Plot was nestled deep within Ponyville, the sound of crickets chirping as an awkward silence settled in the room. With her greeting not garnering any reaction from the crowd, she brought her hand up to wipe the sudden build-up of sweat from her forehead and nervously chuckled as it fell back against her waist. The only thing preventing a full-on nervous breakdown was the fact that the congregation of stallions hadn't already booed her off the stage, which could only mean one thing...

It felt like she was going to be nauseous. ‘Oh fiddlesticks… they actually think I’m the performer!’ She glanced over her shoulder at the stage curtain, and for a moment she contemplated just running away. ‘No… If I turn tail and leave they’ll know it was the real me for sure! But, if I stay…’ Images from her past 'attempts' at 'dancing' flashed before her mind’s eye, each one making her wince from the jerky movements of a mare with no rhythm whatsoever.

‘Oh sweet Celestia above, I’m doomed!’

Somepony in the front row cleared their throat, startling Twilight from her doomsday fantasies back into to her doomsday realities with a gasp. The lights overhead brightened, creating a ring of light around her that burned away any chance she had at hiding her blush of shame from the crowd. Another set of lights came on to illuminate the first couple rows in the audience, more than likely so the performer could see their reactions but now only accentuating the fact that her every move was being watched.

Twilight closed her eyes in an attempt to center herself amongst the swirling emotions inside her head. ‘Okay, just breathe… You've been through worse than this...’ She glanced at the waiting throng of ponies. ‘Just… Just try to remember what Star was doing earlier. I’m sure they won’t mind if it’s a little off. No biggie…’

Twilight steeled her nerves and, remembering the speech-giving lessons she had taken in Celestia's School for Gifted Unicorns as a filly, marched towards the front of the stage-

And was met with a raucous round of applause.

Twilight stood there, stunned as high-pitched whistles and various catcalls were suddenly flung her way from the crowd. ‘Buh… wha? I… I didn’t even do anything! It’s like they just want to see-’

She glanced down and blushed as she saw how tight the skimpier version of her coronation dress was hugging the contours of her body. The yellow, ribbon-like collar around her neck dipped enough to show most of her cleavage, and, with an embarrassed yelp, she wrapped her arms around her chest to try and preserve some of her modesty.

A cool breeze drifted by her lightly-clothed form, sending a shiver up her spine born from both the chill in the air and the nervousness building inside her chest. ‘Ohhh… This is SO embarrassing! I’m not… I’m not a performer! I’m not even as good looking as Star! Hay, one look at me and the crowd will probably realize that-’

A pony in the far back yelled, “C’mon Princess, stop being such a tease!”

“Yeah! Show us the goods!”, a more gravelly voice closer to the front replied.

Twilight felt the heat in her cheeks blossom. 'Oh... Oh my...'

Yet, as she apprehensively studied the ponies in the front row, it seemed that, while everypony was watching her, they didn't seem to be watching what she was actually doing. They were looking at her, not her actions, and, judging by the hungry-looking grins on their faces, they seemed to like what they saw.

“Yeah! Show us ya tits, ya royal slut!”

Twilight nearly choked on her own spit. ‘Some more than others, apparently…’

But as much as she was shocked by the sudden vulgarity, she also felt a little… flattered? Excited? It was a strange mix of sensations; she wanted to thank the stallion as much as she wanted to slap him, and as the sexually-charged catcalls continued to come at her in waves she felt the weight in her stomach transform into a blissful warmth.

‘Wow…' She scanned the now lively audience. 'This is actually kind of exhilarating! It’s kinda like going on an adventure with the girls, just without the whole ‘Equestria is in peril’ kind of thing. Who knew that-’

A hole opened at her feet with a loud thunk, forcing Twilight to jump out of the way as a long, steel pole began rising from beneath the stage like a demon from the depths of Tartarus. The rod finished erecting with a screeching metallic chink, a sound that echoed inside Twilight's head as she remembered just what she was expected to do. For several moments she did nothing but stare at the metal beam, eyes wide with trepidation as it glimmered in the light. Her eyes darted from the pole to the crowd and then back again, mind going a mile a minute as she thought up a plan of escape, but she sighed as she realized she had no choice but to go through with it and ruefully stepped forward.

A flurry of hoots and hollers greeted her as she wrapped a hand around the pole, and as the ice-cool steel sapped the warmth from her fingers she closed her eyes and concentrated. ‘Okay… Just do what she did…’

She nodded to herself. 'Here we go.'

Just as Star had started her performance, Twilight walked to the front of the stage, bent over and, knowing fully well that the dark crevice between her breasts was on full display, anxiously blew a kiss towards the crowd. While she figured she wasn't as blessed as her curvier counterpart, the packed rows of stallions in the audience didn't seem to mind at all. In fact, as the mass of rowdy ponies let out another round of cheers, she actually smiled as her self-confidence began to grow.

‘Alright… Yeah, this isn't so bad… I've been through worse than this.’

Closing her eyes and turning away from the audience, Twilight mentally browsed through images from Star’s earlier performance and used them to help guide her movements as she walked back to center-stage. The added sway to her hips got another round of applause from the crowd, and as she made it to the pole the thought that every eye in the building was watching her ass sway within the tight confines of her dress brought a giddy grin to her lips.

Twilight grabbed the cold, steel pole with both her hands, goosebumps forming up the length of her arm from both the chill seeping into her fingers and the exhilaration of being so open with a group of strangers. An electronic beat pulsed from the speakers on either side of the stage, and as Twilight focused on the tune she started to tap her foot in time with the music.

‘Okay, now the hard part. Let me think…’ She leaned forward and gently tapped her forehead against the pole a couple times as if hoping the impacts would jar her memory and-

“Woo! Yeah, shake dat ass, hussy!”

Twilight frowned. ‘Well that’s not very nice. Though, I guess it IS an idea… Not a very dignifying one, but, I guess if that’s what the crowd wants…'

Arching her back and pressing her stomach against the pole, Twilight glanced over her shoulder at her own, shapely behind and began rocking her hips to the music. Or, at least, as well as she could with her disability in the realms of rhythm she'd had since birth. But, as she looked at the crowd and saw that every eye was glued to a certain place a little lower than her face, it seemed she was doing well enough. In fact, as she really exaggerated her movements, a small smile broke out on her face as the crowd started to get more and more into her performance.

Surprisingly, Twilight felt a little more frisky as time went on and, smirking at the stallions in the front, brought a hand back to her shapely hind-end. She pressed it against one of the plump mounds, rubbing the dough-like cheek through her tight, form-fitting dress to the delight of the audience. From there she started lifting the corners of her skirt, teasing the crowd with flashes of her sleek thighs and, as her confidence grew, the purple panties hidden within.

‘Wow, this is… actually kinda easy!', Twilight thought to herself as she swung her hips to the music, 'Not so bad once you get into it!’

She continued her self-made routine for several minutes, keeping things simple with shakes of her ass mixed with some tantalizing glimpses of purple fur. Before long, however, something in the crowd began to change. It seemed as though the energy in the room was being drained by the passage of time, morphing the unending cheers into inaudible murmurs that eventually petered off into an eerie silence.

Twilight frowned as another hemline-lift of her dress got no reaction from the crowd, and as she glanced over her shoulder at the front row she saw the same expression on many of their faces as well. ‘Hmm? What gives?’

“Hey! C’mon ya slut, take it off!”

“Yeah, hurry the hay up! We ain’t got all day, Princess!”

Twilight turned to hide her embarrassed blush. ‘Oh no… They want me to…’ She nervously swallowed around the lump in her throat. ‘Oh boy…’

The courage she had built up throughout her performance abandoned her in an instant, instead replaced by the cold, creeping fingers of fear that crawled up her spine like a spider looking for an easy meal. She shivered even as sweat dripped from around her brow, mind battling itself as it fought with the idea of continuing on into deeper acts of depravity.

With one last, deep breath, Twilight made up her mind. ‘Well, I've gone this far…’

Hands shaking with terror, she reached behind her dress and felt around for whatever clasp she had seen Star use to easily remove her garb. She jumped with a start as her fingers brushed past something cold and hard at its center, and after a few misplaced grabs mixed with a final prayer to Celestia she wrapped her fingers around the zipper and pulled.

The crowd fell silent as the top half of her dress fluttered to the ground and landed at her feet in a heap like a pink and yellow butterfly. Only the thin, dark purple bra she had thrown on in haste before donning her heavier disguise was left preserving her modesty from the waist up, and as the cooler air in the room brushed past her now-exposed fur she wasn't sure how much modesty that really was.

And she still had one more piece to take off.

Biting her lower lip hard enough to almost draw blood, Twilight's anxiety reached late-writing-a-letter-to-Celestia levels as she reached for the zipper at her waist. The shaking in her hands had spread to the rest of her body, leaving her as a quivering, hyperventilating mess on stage as she tried and failed to grab the small, metal clasp. Thousands of memories flashed before her mind's eye as she finally wrangled it between two of her fingers; Passing the test to join Celestia’s School for Gifted Unicorns, becoming Celestia’s personal protege, reading countless books in her quest for endless knowledge, going to the quaint little town of Ponyville and meeting the greatest friends a mare could ask for, saving Equestria countless times from whatever evils tried to harm it… All of it had improbably led to here, now, with her standing up on stage before countless ponies waiting for her to-

A pony in the back put two fingers to his lips and whistled, startling Twilight out of her thoughts as another rang out closer to the front. Before she knew it the audience had sprung back to life, whistles and catcalls intermingling with unintelligible shouts and cheers that drowned out the blood rushing past her ears.

‘Wh-what?’ She turned around, eyes widening as their cheers grew to deafening heights. ‘What are they-’ Something grazed the back of her leg, and as she looked down she did her best Fluttershy-esque 'eep!' as she saw what it was.

Twilight had been so lost in her thoughts that she had accidentally undone the zipper holding the bottom half of her dress in place, letting gravity take hold as it dragged the pink skirt down to the floor and revealed the plain looking pair of purple, lacy panties underneath. The cool air gently grazed the fur on her inner thigh, sending shivers up her spine even as an ice-cold terror wrapped around her heart to squeeze the life from her body. Her face, bright red with embarrassment, became quite pale as she glanced at the crowd and saw that all the eyes in the room were focused on her nearly naked body.

With a meek, barely audible yelp she brought her hands up in an attempt to shield her curves from view, which wound up exciting the audience even more from the teasing display of her body. Blood returned to her cheeks to heat them up in a blush at the applause yet, strangely enough, a warmth also settled inside her chest as she realized just what everypony was cheering for. Their shouts, their whistles, their catcalls; All of it was for her uncovered form, and judging by how raucous the crowd was getting their opinions were quite positive. It reminded her of being in Celestia’s tutelage and the euphoric satisfaction that came with being complimented on her magic by one of, if not the most, powerful being in Equestria, yet this also came with a tinge of excitement that, embarrassingly enough, left her wanting more.

‘W-wow…’

At that very moment, something in Twilight started to change. Gone was the blush of embarrassment, replaced by a glow of pleasant bashfulness that mimicked the fluttering inside her chest. Gone was the insistent shaking in her hands and legs, replaced with a steady confidence that, as she stepped forward to another round of uproarious applause, caused her lips to turn up into a grin as she restarted her routine.

Dancing anonymously in front of strangers was a surprisingly liberating experience. Being a Princess meant, at least in her mind, that she had to be the semblance of perfection, somepony who would never do anything too boorish or crass that might upset her constituents. Princess Celestia, in all her infinite wisdom, had bestowed upon her a great honor, and she always felt like she had to do everything with the same amount of poise and grace as her infallible mentor. Here, however, where she felt the air flow across her uncovered body as she moved, she could strip it all away and let herself go. Even, as she nearly tripped over herself attempting a twirl around the pole, if she wasn't particularly amazing at it.

“Heck yeah, Princess! Shake those titties!”

Not that the ponies in the crowd were complaining.

Which reminded her of something else Star had incorporated into her routine; audience involvement. She scanned the row of jubilant stallions in the front, wondering how Star had chosen who to flirt with even as her body continued moving to the beat. Was it based on physical traits, where she would pick the biggest pony in the crowd? Was it the smallest? Perhaps it was based on their reaction to the show, where the pony who seemed to be the most into it was rewarded with a kiss on the cheek? It could also possibly be-

She paused as she saw a vaguely familiar light yellow earth pony standing in the front row near center-stage. It took her a moment to place the face, what with her focused on keeping the show going, but once she saw his spiky black mane and wide, awe-filled eyes she realized it was the same pony Star had picked out of the crowd earlier. It seemed the stallion who had so kindly yet so, so awkwardly asked for the performer's bra had decided to stick around for another show, and seeing as he was a somewhat familiar face she decided she might as well make lightning strike twice for the fan-pony.

Her eyes locked with his, and, with a smile she hoped seemed more erotic than eerie, Twilight sauntered towards the crowd with an over-exaggerated sway to her hips. She chuckled as the mass of ponies shifted towards where she was headed, as if they were one, massive creature acting on its lustful adoration for its Princess, yet as she approached the edge of the stage and got bombarded with a fresh wave of catcalls she kept her eyes set firmly on her nervous-looking target.

“I got something for ya right here, slut!”, yelled a burly-looking stallion to her right who openly groped the tent in his pants.

“How about you show us some royal pussy, huh?!”, shouted the pony next to him.

“...W-wow…”, came a nearly drowned out whisper that made Twilight smile as she reached her chosen stallion. The scrawny-looking pony's eyes were as wide as saucers as he looked at her standing above him like a goddess, and she couldn't help but wonder if the sense of power she felt was the same her mentor experienced whenever speaking to her subjects. She crouched to put him at eye-level and giggled as she caught his eyes falling to her chest before snapping back to her own, and after lying down on the stage with her feet curled up over her back like a show-mare on top of a piano she beckoned him forward with a finger.

He dutifully answered her unspoken command, stepping forward with the same bedazzled look of awe he'd had since their eyes had first met. As soon as he stepped into the light she saw the impressive, snake-like bulge in his pants, but rather than feeling bashful about his blatant Princess-born boner her sense of self-empowerment grew. Her control over the crowd, in even the most carnal of ways, had actually stoked the fires of her excitement enough that the warmth had spread to between her legs, something she expected to feel horrified about yet wasn't in the slightest. In fact, she couldn't remember a time when she had felt so alive without Equestria on the brink of being destroyed by some banished super-villain!

Continuing her mimicry of Star, Twilight grabbed the stallion by the shirt collar and, with a weak tug, brought him close enough to plant a quick kiss on his cheek. The red glow changing the fur on her face from purple to pink perfectly matched the stallion’s, and with a giggle-fit that sounded like a giddy filly after her first kiss she pulled away to look him in the eyes.

“Uh…" For some reason, her mind had decided that now was an opportune time to go blank. "Heeey there…”

The gears inside the stunned stallion’s skull slowly turned at her unexpected greeting. “Uhm… Hi?”

“Uh…” Twilight frowned. How had Star made it seem so easy? “Hey, uh, stUd-” Her voice cracked, and after clearing her throat she tried again. “Hey, stud. Enjoying the show?”

The stallion nodded. “Uh-huh…”

Twilight returned the gesture, though as her gaze fell to his waist her cheeks were treated to a sudden rush of blood as she saw the tent in his pants respond with a twitch of its own. “Uhhh... That's... good…” Forehead scrunching up as she rifled through her memories, Twilight did her best to remember his conversation with Star earlier in the day. “Did you do what I asked, uhm..." She winced at the awkward pause. "Wh-what is your name, my loyal subject?"

Another nod. “Sunny. And yeah, right before the show started...”

“Good, good...“ She reached out and patted him on the cheek. “Uh… Thank you, Sunny. You have pleased your Princess.”

The stallion continued to stare at her like he'd seen a ghost, and after waiting several moments for a response Twilight awkwardly coughed into a hand and, with a quick, parting kiss on his cheek, picked herself up to stand at the edge of the stage. Which reminded her that they weren't the only two ponies in the room, and she blushed as she realized the crowd had been intently watching the interaction between them with seemingly bated breath. Of course, as soon as she smiled and waved they came back to life with a fresh batch of cheers, and Twilight took a deep breath to get herself back into the game.

With one last wink at the light-yellow stallion, Twilight strutted back to the pole with her hips enticingly swaying to the beat the entire way. She sighed and mentally patted herself on the back for a job well done, and as several stallions in the crowd complimented her hind-end with some rather colorful language she couldn't help but chuckle. Once again, she had faced a problem head on and, once again, she had survived it. And this time, unlike many of her other, more stressful adventures, she was actually having fun!

Reaching the pole and wrapping a hand around it, Twilight took a moment to look at her small, distorted reflection in the metal and smiled. ‘Wow… Who knew this would be so… thrilling! I feel so alive up here!’ The music began to pick up the pace, building to an apparent crescendo as she continued shaking her ass back and forth. ‘And the crowd! They’re so into me that I swear I could just-’

And then, the world faded into darkness.

After a series of testing blinks to make sure she hadn't gone blind, Twilight realized that the both the lights and the music had been abruptly turned off. ‘Huh? What in the hay...?’ The proverbial light bulb lit up in her head. ‘Oh, I guess the show's over! That was certainly... interesting.’ She took a step towards the curtain at the back of the stage. 'Not EXACTLY what I was expecting to do today, but-'

One step was as far as she got before something caught her attention. An excited murmur was festering in the crowd, and as she glanced at the still-illuminated mass of ponies she noticed that none of them were walking away. In fact, it seemed as though they were pressing themselves closer to the stage as if they were expecting something to-

A familiar Quills & Sofas shop owner brought his hands up to his mouth and, in a bellowing voice that seemed so far away from the pleasant greetings he gave her each time she stopped for supplies, yelled, “Take it off, slut!”

A flurry of applause followed Davenport’s outcry, though rather than feeling embarrassed Twilight only felt confused. She looked at her near-naked body, unable to see much in the darkness past the straps of her bra and the mounds of her breasts. ‘Take it off? Take what off? I’m not wearing anything other than-’

Her eyes widened. Her breath hitched in her throat. Images of Star disappearing into darkness only to reappear with one less article of clothing flashed before her mind's eye. Her hands began to shake as she realized the show had a second half, one that would truly expose her to the world.

Yet, even then, she couldn't help but wonder what it would be like.

Before her mind could catch up with her thoughts her hands were already behind her back, working on the small, plastic clasps that held her bra together against her chest. The rational part of her mind tried to tell her that she was a Princess, a public figure in Equestria who would be ruined if anypony ever knew what she was about to do. The other side, however, continued to egg her on, telling her to face her fears and conquer yet another problem that stood in her way. And, with hands shaking from equal parts excitement and fear, she undid the clasp and felt her bra loosen around her chest.

It was a strange experience, feeling the only thing shielding your modesty from the waist up peel away from your body like a second layer of skin. It was almost like opening a hatch to some long-forgotten room, complete with a rush of air that blew past the dark purple nubs perched atop the mounds of her breasts and sent a shiver up her spine. The bra, tumbling in slow motion through the air, cleared her chest and continued on past her belly towards the floor. That was the least of her concerns, however, for as soon as they were visible she felt every eye in the room focus on the voluptuous curves of her tits like a thousand laser pointers burning through her fur.

A loud pop wretched a yelp from her lungs as the lights came back with a vengeance. On reflex alone, she brought her hands up to shield her eyes from the blinding lights and, as another cool breeze flowed across her breasts like a small stream flowing down a mountain, drew her arms together to shield them from view. She stood like that for a moment, shaking in place as she waited with bated breath for something, anything to happen...

That something happened all right, in the form of a roar of applause from the crowd that brought her hands away from her face and, as she looked down at her body, a fresh, bright-red blush to her face. Her attempts to hide her breasts had done just the opposite; Bringing her arms together had merely squished the dough-like mounds together, further accentuating their size and curvature for the congregation of lust-crazed ponies before her. The soft, supple hills of flesh were left on full display, unguarded from the darker nub at the tip to the wide fields of purple fur at its base.

Her hands slumped to her sides, letting her breasts slump back into their natural position with a jelly-like jiggle as she stared ahead in disbelief. Another pony in the crowd whistled at the sight, and as the initial bout of embarrassment burned away from the force of their cheers Twilight, surprising to no one more than herself, became more and more comfortable with her current clothless predicament. A meek-looking smile grew on her lips, and as she reached for the metal pole at her side she felt a nervous-yet-exciting fluttering build inside her chest.

With a cry of happiness from the crowd, Twilight restarted her routine by swishing her tail back and forth to the beat that had suddenly come back to life. This time, however, she made sure to use her newly unveiled assets, and the love the crowd had for them, to their fullest potential. She slowed her movements, making sure everypony in the room had ample time to gaze upon her sleek form. Every so often she’d switch it up, adding a sensual breast squeeze to rile up the crowd when she was in front of the pole and shyly hiding them with an arm to rile them up even more when she was behind it.

The energy in the crowd was reaching a fever pitch, and Twilight couldn’t believe how much she was actually getting into her performance. With a sly smirk, she hooked a thumb underneath the waistband of her panties and began teasing the crowd with flashes of purple fur, loving how every eye in the room would lock in on her hand in the hopes they would catch sight of something more. She loved being so openly desired, so much so that, much to her own surprise, a pleasant warmth had begun to grow between her legs. The constant heckling from the crowd wasn’t helping, either. In fact, as she heard somepony in the front row call her a “slutty little Princess”, the heat seemed to actually be getting worse!

'Whoa... What's going on?' Another shout rang in her ears, causing the tightness below her waist to amplify two-fold. 'Am I... Am I actually enjoying this?'

With one last teasing stretch of her panties, one that almost revealed the top of the hidden treasures they contained in her excitement, Twilight let her hands fall to her sides and walked like a model on a runway to the very front of the stage. She scanned the front row, pausing only when she noticed that Sunny had apparently left, and stopped at a big, burly looking construction worker to her right. She smiled at him and he smirked back, though she found herself having to avert her eyes in embarrassment as he suddenly reached down and openly groped the large tent in his jeans.

The stallion waggled his eyebrows. “Hey, hot stuff! I got a royal scepter right here for yah! Why don’t you come down ‘ere and kiss it!”

Twilight almost eye-rolled at the pun, though it was clever enough to bring a smile to her lips. Or, at least until the stallion touched her leg; Then, with a startled yelp, she instinctively slapped the stallion’s hand away with her own to the tune of a smack that echoed inside the room for several long seconds.

She gasped, equally as shocked at her reaction as the stallion. The ponies on either side of him, whom Twilight assumed were two of his friends, started playfully ribbing him with their shoulders, and after shaking them off he glanced up at her and grinned. “I like mah girls feisty... “ He blew a lewd kiss in her direction and twirled his finger around in the air. “How about you turn around and show me that pretty little butt of yours, Princess. Ah might just make it up to yah...”

Twilight blushed though did as she was asked, more relieved than anything that the situation hadn't escalated further. Crouching down, she stuck her rear-end out into the air and shook it back and forth to a chorus of “oohs” and “aahs” from the crowd. Glancing between her legs revealed the stallion in a hypnotized-like state, and she chuckled as she watched his eyes bob in time with her hips. “Anything for one of my loyal subje-whoa!”

A cute little yelp was forced from her lips as another smack rang out in the room, this one quieter than the first yet no less surprising to the mare who’s ass tingled from the soft slap against it. Before she could pull away in shock she felt the stallion slip something into the band of her panties that, as she stood up and turned to give him a stern looking stare, she reached back and pulled it out.

The stallion grinned and blew her another kiss as she unfurled the paper bit-note, and she did her best to smile back as the fur on her cheeks burned in embarrassment. He once again reached between his legs and cupped the obscene bulge nestled between his thighs, and Twilight gasped as she noticed how much it had grown from the last time she had seen it. “There’s plenty more ah that for yah, sweet cheeks…”

Twilight’s smile grew in sincerity as both the stallion and his friends started to laugh amongst themselves, and as the feeling of a hand on her ass faded away into a blissful warmth she realized just how bad the condition between her legs had gotten. In fact, as she looked over the crowd from her position above them, she saw that most if not all of the stallions had the same kind of condition as well. She even caught some of them sneaking a touch, yet rather than feeling disgusted at the lewd display she felt flattered that she had been the one to cause it.

Twilight ruefully shook her head, though the smirk on her lips didn't fade in the slightest. 'If Celestia could see me now...'

It was with this thought that she made her way back to the pole and resumed her routine, smiling as she danced the night away for a group of mostly strangers deep within the heart of Ponyville. Never before had she felt so desired, at least not in such a primal way, and she couldn’t help but push herself harder and faster to please the crowd, even going so far as to cup her breasts with her hands and smoosh them together to please the ponies cheering her on.

She continued like this for several minutes, twirling around a pole to a cacophony of electronic beats that commanded her body and hollering ponies begging for her to continue. The world around her became a blur, a smorgasbord of pulsing lights and smiling faces as she showcased her body to whoever wished to see it. Still the happy fluttering in her heart persisted, still the heat between her legs grew, and still the drug-like high she was experiencing went on, fueled by the freedom she felt on stage.

At least until, what felt like hours later, the music faded away into nothingness, only to be replaced with a sudden round of applause from the crowd. It took Twilight a moment to come back down to the real world, and as she did she noticed the lights had returned to their normal levels around the room. She glanced over her shoulder at the sound of metal creaking, and as she saw the curtain slowly coming open she realized her time on stage had finally come to its end.

She turned towards the crowd and smiled at their continued applause, and with a sheepish wave towards the front row and a bow for good measure she waved them goodbye and walked towards the exit. It was only a couple steps later that her foot landed on something soft and cushiony, and as she glanced down and saw her bra she blushed and bent over to pick it up. Which, without really meaning to, gave the crowd one last look at the panties-covered curves of her ass, something that they certainly appreciated if the whistles she got when she stood back up were any indication.

With a meek blush, Twilight blew a kiss at the crowd just before making her way behind the curtain. With another metallic creak it swung closed, and for the first time in a while Twilight found herself alone in near-silence.

She stared at the opening back out onto the stage for a moment, heart hammering inside her chest and mouth split into an ear-to-ear grin that she just couldn’t get rid of no matter how hard she tried. With a chuckle she disbelievingly shook her head, unable to comprehend what had just happened and, even more surprisingly, that she had enjoyed it as much as she had.

She sighed, happily. “Well, that was unexpected… Fun, but unexpected.” She turned towards the door and reached for the handle. “Maybe I can catch up with Star and-”

Just before hand touched metal, the door suddenly swung open to reveal a grinning announcer who stepped forward and, chuckling like a mad pony, not-so-gently placed a hand on her shoulder and said, “Well hot damn, Star! If that wasn’t the sexiest little routine I’ve seen yet!” He gave her a congratulatory slap on the back, one that was hard enough to make her wince and her still uncovered breasts bounce around against her chest. “In fact, ya got a visitor already waitin’ for ya in the VIP rooms. Numbah seven, on the right.”

Just as fast as he appeared the announcer was gone, leaving Twilight standing in a daze as he walked past towards the stage. With a shrug, she walked backstage just as the announcer started to thank everypony for coming for the night and closed the door behind her with a long, drawn out creaking sound. She glanced towards the hanging EXIT sign at the left end of the hall and felt it calling to her like a mythical siren, but it was that same sense of curiosity that had gotten her into this mess that made her start walking down the unfamiliar right-wing of the hall instead.

'So, ' - She said to herself as she walked by several Private Viewing Rooms - 'I have a... visitor. Probably just some stallion looking for a private dance or something.' She scratched her chin in thought, not noticing that the already ornate doors had transformed into something more lavishly decorated. 'I wonder what it'll be like? More personal, I assume... Whoever it is, hopefully they aren't as handsy as that construction worker!' She giggled and began swinging her arms back and forth like an overly-happy filly. 'I can't believe I'm actually looking forward to this! I might have to do a study on this kind of thing somewhere down the line. Obviously not something that I'd show Celestia, of course, but I AM curious as to why I was getting so...' She blushed and glanced at one of the doors, noting the #11 sign bolted to the top of the door-frame. 'I mean, why would DANCING cause me to display such symptoms? It's not like I'm into that sort of-'

“Oh YES! Fuck me Hum Drum! Harder!”

Twilight immediately froze in place.

“Oooh Zapp, you’re so WILD!”

Twilight, eyes as wide as saucers, turned to face the door next to her, one that was labeled as Room #8. It didn’t take much for Twilight to figure what was going on inside the room, what with the heavy breathing and rhythmic slapping sounds, and as she stared at the door in shock the shouts started to reach a fever pitch.

“Oh my Celestia… Oh my gosh, Hum Drum, I’m cu-”

“Star!”

Twilight shrieked as a hand landed on her shoulder, and as she whipped around to beat away her would-be attacker she gasped as the announcer’s surprised face came into view. “Whoa there, girl! Calm down a second!” The announcer backed away and put his hand to his chest. “Phew, nearly gave me a heart attack there, Star! Just forgot that the customer wanted you to have this on.”

“Wh-” For the second time that day a dress was forcibly shoved over Twilight’s head, and with a frustrated groan she tugged it down over her body.

The announcer gave her a smirk, and after making a quick pass up and down her body he chuckled and gave her a big thumbs up. “Looks good on ya, Star. Ya really look like Princess Twilight!”

Twilight opened her mouth to retort, but a long, drawn out moan from the room behind her drowned out what she wanted to say. The announcer chuckled and nodded his head towards the door, grinning as the shouting died down to an eerie silence. “Sounds like ol’ ‘Zapp’ did it again! Speaking of which…” He reached out and, after placing a faux crown on top of her head, comfortingly placed a hand on Twilight’s back. “You got a payin’ customer waitin’ for ya! Get a move on, missy!”

Twilight yelped as he gave her a slight push towards the next door in line, just in time for the monotonous impacts of flesh on flesh to start once again. “Uhm… Sir…” Her eyes widened as they stopped just in front of room seven, and as the announcer reached out for the door handle she quickly grabbed onto his arm. “But, uh… I’m feeling kinda… tired! Yeah, tired! And, uh, I don’t think I can... perform as well as I ought to without, you know… resting.” She smiled, hoping that the announcer wouldn’t call her bluff.

Which, of course, is exactly what he did. “Come on, Star, don’t give me that crap. We both know you've had longer nights than this.” He opened the door and shoved her inside, causing her to nearly trip over her own two feet. “Now get in there and make me some money!”

For the second time that day the stallion slammed a door in her face, but before she could even blink from the force of impact she heard somepony behind her clear his throat. “Uhm… hi?”

Ever so slowly Twilight turned around, eyes widening as she saw, sitting on a large couch on the opposite side of the room, Sunny. One of the light yellow stallion's hands was raised to give her a weak wave, and even though everything from the waist down was currently hidden beneath a wide, wooden table with a stripper-pole jutting out from its center, she couldn’t help but think that another part of his body was saluting her as well.

Twilight shivered as she raised her hand up into the air and returned his greeting with a shaky one of her own. “H-hi there, Sunny… Eh-heh...”

'Oh, horseapples...'