Pip's Treasure Chest

“Thank you, we’ll be in touch,” said Pip as he finished up his last interview for the day. The mare who had come for the waitress job, a yellow earth pony mare in her late twenties, thanked him as she got up and left. As she opened the door, Pip looked down at her resumé with a sigh. So far, out for the dozen or so mares who had answered his ads, this one was by far the worst. She had no prior experience serving tables and, during the interview, her eyes kept wandering towards the finished stage where Succubus and the other dancers were practicing their routines.

It hadn’t been too long since work on the Cove had begun. Thanks to Rarity’s connections, she had been able to find skilled ponies who were quickly changing the layout of his bar to better suit its new role. From what Pip knew, these were the same ponies who altered the look of a restaurant in Canterlot twice in the same day.

The first thing these ponies had worked on was the basement. What had once been a storage area now hosted three small room designed for VIP private dances. Each room held a loveseat, a pole, and a lamp that could adjust the amount of light in the room depending on the client’s desires. Each room also held a magical rune that would sound an alarm if it detected anything deemed inappropriate or illegal going on. Pip had no idea how it worked, but he trusted its creators: Princess Luna and Princess Twilight. Taking up a majority of the rest of the basement was Rarity’s store: ‘An Exotic Rarity.’ There on display were many erotic creations like corsets made of faux leather or fur, full body fishnets, specially made panties and thongs, bondage gear that Rarity had created, and so much more. There were even items down there that some of Rarity’s friends had made. Most notable of them were sets of eatable panties and bras made by Pinkie Pie’s husband, a griffon named George. Many of them seemed standard, ranging from the candy necklace kind to one made out of fruit roll ups. But then there were the more creative kinds, like this one made of chocolate that started off as a solid, melts to form around the wearer's’ body, and then slightly solidifies so that it won’t drip down a mare’s body but will be easy to lick off.

Once all that was completed, the main floor received its makeover. At the back of the room a stage had been set. In the middle there was a curtain that allowed instant access to the small dressing room. Once the stripper exited from there she could then walk down a long walkway that went to the middle of the room so that everypony in the building could see whoever was dancing clearly. At the end of the walkway was a circular area that was big enough for the performer to dance without worry, and in its middle was a pole that went straight to the ceiling. Lights were added along the stage so that nothing could be hidden in shadows.

The only other change to the main floor was the addition of two small booths tucked away in the corner near the stage. Both were like miniature versions of the VIP room, having only a carpeted bench for the client to sit on while he (or possibly she) received a shorter dance.

Many of the ideas for the layout, as well as how things would work here, had been Succubus’s. Pip watched as his wife worked on the layout with a happy smile on her beautiful face, making sure everything would be perfect. While Pip had trusted her and gone along with many of her ideas, there had been a few occasions where he had to put his hoof down. For example, Succubus had wanted the stripper to slide down the pole from the upstairs when she entered the stage. Pip pointed out that they lived upstairs and wasn’t…comfortable with the idea of cutting a hole in their living room for this. Succubus had tried to pout in order to get her way, but Pip held firm.

With the construction nearly finished, the only things left for Pip and Succubus to do were hiring and training the new staff. The couple had decided to split the hiring between themselves with Succubus hiring the dancers while Pip got the rest. Once that had been decided, they placed ads in several papers across Equestria and hoped for the best. Soon, ponies from Canterlot to the Crystal Empire were showing up. While Pip had no concrete idea to why this was, he did have a theory. This theory was that Ponyville was becoming more and more important each year while doing its best to keep its small town charm.

Pip had no idea how Succubus chose from the numerous amounts of strippers that applied, but in the end had chosen two. The first was a brilliant red coated crystal pony named Candy Bliss. Looking at this mare, Pip was reminded of a shiny candy cane not just because of her coat, but also her white mane that had small red streaks in it. Her breasts weren’t as large as Succubus’s were but they were still both big and firm. The second was another large breasted pony, a dark brown unicorn with a curly brown mane named Desire.

As for Pip, he had already hired a few ponies. The first pony he had hired was Rumble. Since he was working part time at Barnyard Bargains after leaving the Everfree Military Academy, Pip had offered the pegasus a job as the head bouncer at the club. Just somepony to check their clients ID’s as well as toss out anypony who was giving the dancers trouble. Rumble had thought about it for a bit and, in the end, agreed. After hiring him, Pip began looking for ponies to work in the Exotic Rarity. He didn’t need to look very far since Snip and Snails had lost another job in Ponyville.

However…

“Look,” Pip had said when he had brought up the offer to the two. “You two are my mates and I’m willing to help you out whenever I can. So I’ll give the two of you this job. But while you’re there, you are there to work. If I catch you two going upstairs to watch the girls and ignoring customers, you’re both gone. The only time you can be upstairs is during your breaks or when the shop closes. If I find out that you are making any of the mares feel uncomfortable or following them around with your tongue hanging out of your mouths, you’re out of here. Got it?” The two nodded. “No, I want you both to say it. I need to know that you understand this clearly.”

“I promise to be on my best behavior,” said Snips.

“I, er, the same,” said Snails.

So, with that out of the way, Pip was left to hire a few waitresses. Unlike the last mare he had interviewed, several of them had experience, were very friendly, and lived in Ponyville.

The music suddenly stopped, catching Pip’s attention. Turning to look at the stage he saw Succubus flying towards him with a small amount of sweat on her coat causing it to shimmer in the light. Remembering the last times he had seen her like this caused Pip’s cock to harden, making the stallion glad he was behind the table where nopony could see the bulge.

“Hey there honey,” said Succubus as she landed, giving Pip a quick kiss on the cheek as she did. “Can I get a couple glasses of water for me and the girls?”

“Coming right up,” said Pip. And a few moments later, Pip had set three glasses of water on the table each with a slice of lemon on the glass. “Need a hand?”

“No, I got this,” she replied as she scooped up the drinks and headed back to the stage. As she did her tail swung back and forth happily. Each time it did, Pip couldn’t help but notice the dampness of her thong or the wetness running down her legs.

As she handed the other mares their drinks, the door to the club opened and in walked two stallions. Pip looked over and saw that they were members of the Guard. The first was Harvest Moon, a thestral stallion who worked at the Everfree Military Academy, and was the husband of Applejack. Walking behind him was Flash Sentry who protected his princess and lover, Princess Twilight. According to the rumors around town, he would soon be married to both her and Sunset Shimmer.

“Is everything alright?” asked Pip as the two stopped in front of the bartender’s station. It wasn’t unusual to have Guards visit his place, but he had never had them come here dressed in their armor.

“Nothing to worry about Pip,” said Flash with a smile. He reached into a pouch and pulled out a rune stone which he then handed to Pip. The pinto stallion looked at the blue, egg sized stone and saw that it had several black symbols carved into it.

“That there was created by both Princess Luna and Princess Twilight,” said Harvest while Pip continued to examine the stone. “They both felt that you might need a little extra security for you and your staff. It’s designed to contact the police station if you squeeze it tightly.”

“Wow, tell them I said thank you and I’ll be giving it to Rumble,” said Pip as he set the stone on the table. “You guys coming to the grand re-opening?”

Harvest snorted. “My wife would buck me in the head,” he stated in a matter of fact tone. “And you know how powerful those legs of hers are. I would literally lose my head.”

“I get enough action back home,” said Flash with a shrug. “I have two beautiful mares who I don’t have to pay to see naked.” With that, the two turned to head out.

“Hey Harvest,” called out Pip, causing the Night Guard to pause and look at him. “Can I… ask you something?”

“Sure,” said Harvest as he walked back over to Pip as Flash headed back to Twilight’s castle. “What’s up?”

“Well,” began Pip as he quickly glanced over at Succubus. “I was wondering, er, did you ever live in the Hanging City?”

Harvest shook his head. “No, I lived in Hallow Shades before I came here.”

“Oh,” replied Pip in a disheartened tone. “Did you, um, know anypony who lived there by any chance?”

“Not a lot,” came Harvest’s answer as he crossed his arms. “What’s with these questions?”

“It’s Succubus,” said Pip with a sigh. For the next several minutes he quickly told Harvest everything that had been going on. Not in any great detail, but just the important parts. From his first meeting with Miss Matchmaker, to meeting Succubus, her habits, and all of her slip ups. For his part, Harvest never said a word as he listened carefully to the younger stallion. The most he would do was nod on occasion or look over to the busty thestral.

“I’m just worried about her,” said Pip as he finished. “She just keeps evading my questions. So, I was wondering if you had ever heard of her or might know why she’s like this.”

When Pip finished speaking, Harvest had brought a hand up to his chin while looking up at the ceiling in deep contemplation. Whether it was because he was trying to remember something or just thinking about how to answer Pip, the smaller stallion couldn’t tell. All he could do was stand there and wait.

“I’m not sure I can help you there Pip,” said Harvest finally. “From what you’ve told me it sounds like she might have been abused or something. Might be the reason she became a mail order bride, using it to escape a dangerous environment. But, unless she steps forward and talks to me or any other law enforcement, there isn’t a thing we can do. And I find it unlikely that she will if she won’t even tell you.”

“So what can I do?” asked Pip in concern.

“Just keep being there for her and letting her know she can confide in you,” replied Harvest with a ghost of a smile. “That’s all you can do. Me, I do have a few contacts in the Hanging City. I’ll ask them to look around and see if they can find out where Succubus came from. Then, depending what turns up, we’ll go from there.”

“Sounds good,” said Pip with a small amount of relief.

A few days later, a number of flying chariots were flying through the night sky and heading towards Ponyville. Some came from Manehatten while others came from Los Pegasus. There were even a few from Canterlot. They all flew under the cover of darkness towards an establishment that they had heard whispers about.

One of these chariots contained Prince Blueblood, who was currently looking down at the ground below him with a look that was both bored and annoyed. The idea of him going to the grand opening of some dinky strip club was absurd! He knew of plenty underground brothels and whorehouses where he could get so much more enjoyment for less. Yet the situation demanded that he be seen. Recently, rumors had been spread around Canterlot that he had a thing for young colts. A completely unfounded and appalling rumor if ever he heard one. He had hoped that such slander would pass in a day or three, but instead he began to see the signs that more and more ponies believed this claim.

So Blueblood had sat down to think of what he could do. The best option would be to hire a mare to accompany him around Canterlot and claim that they were seeing each other. The big problem with this is that other ponies might see it for what it really was and he’d be laughed at. Or the mare might try to blackmail him or something if it did work. The second best option was for him to create a scandal and release pictures of him in bed with a mare. But while he wanted to get rid of this rumor, he wanted to save some of his dignity. That left him with going to a strip club. Go in, send a few bits, stay for an hour, and hope word spread quickly enough. Of course, there was a good chance it would fail just like the other two plans, but he would lose less if it failed.

As soon as the chariot landed at its destination, Blueblood exited the vehicle without so much a word to the pegasus pulling it. He then strode towards the front door, got checked by the bouncer, and entered the building.

As he entered, Blueblood spotted an unoccupied table near the stage and quickly claimed it before any of the local trash, who were milling in behind him, could. Shortly after he was seated, one of the serving mares approached him dressed in what could best be described as a Nightmare Night adult pirate costume. The mare wore long black pants and white shirt. The shirt, however, was cut low at the bottom so that it showed off her mid-section and there was a large V-cut above that showed off her ample cleavage.

“Hello, and welcome to The Treasure Chest,” said the mare as she handed Blueblood a menu. “The dancers are right now getting ready, and after the first dance private ones will be available. A regular two minute one is worth ten bits. Or, if you prefer, you can get the VIP treatment. We have a fifteen minute dance for forty bits. Half hour for eighty. And, if you want a full hour, it will be two hundred bits, which comes with a bottle of Sweet Apple Acres Sparkling Hard Cider along with two crystal glasses.”

“That’s nice,” said Blueblood in an indifferent tone as he scanned the menu. Most of the drinks here seemed to be common fare, nothing worthy enough to touch his lips. Yet, as he got to the bottom, he noticed something. They had a twenty year old bottle of wine direct from Prance at three hundred bits a glass! Pleasantly surprised, Blueblood actually smiled as he ordered the wine. And with faster service than he could have ever hoped for in an establishment like this, the bartender came over to set his table as if he were in one of the finest restaurants in Canterlot and poured him a glass of wine.

“Most splendid,” said Blueblood after he took a sip of the wine, pleased to see that it was indeed what he ordered.

“Thank you sir,” said the small bartender as he took the large bag of bits from Blueblood. “We will be starting soon. I hope you enjoy yourself.”

Blueblood only nodded in response as the bartender walked away. While sipping his wine slowly, Blueblood looked around to see he was the only stallion with any real sophistication. Everypony else was ordering regular or hard cider in giant mugs and talking loudly with each other. They all talked loudly with great excitement about things that Blueblood cared nothing for. He heard names like Pip and Succubus, but they meant nothing to him.

Eventually the lights overhead began to dim a bit causing the room to grow dark. This was quickly followed by the stage lights growing brighter, earning a cheer from everypony in the room except for Blueblood. Loud music began to play over the crowd.

“Welcome to the grand opening of The Treasure Chest,” came the bartender’s voice over a loud speaker. “Now let me introduce you to these fine mares. First up, we have Candy Bliss!”

As soon as her name was announced, Blueblood saw a mare walk onto the stage from behind a curtain. Certain that this was Cady Bliss, Blueblood licked his lips at the sight of this crystal pony as she walked towards the pole. She was wearing a sexy harem filly outfit made of a blue, see through fabric and a similar colored veil that covered the bottom of her face, leaving her eyes exposed. The top part of her outfit, basically a bra, had something covering her nipples, and around the material were several bells that jingled with every step. Looking through her pants, Blueblood could clearly see her panties as she did a quick swing around the pole.

As she walked back to the back of the stage, Blueblood felt himself get hard. He had never fucked a crystal pony before and wondered what their fur felt like. Would it be hard and cold, or would it be more like a regular ponies, soft and warm. This would be something he would have to find out.

“Next up we have Desire!” exclaimed the bartender as Candy exited the stage and began to walk to the nearest table that was occupied.

Blueblood’s eyes widened in shock when he saw the next mare. She was wearing a shiny, black leather bra and panties with matching boots and elbow length gloves. In her hands she carried a whip which she slashed out several times on the stage floor. The look in her eyes and the way she walked told Blueblood that she owned this moment and if he forgot it then she would punish him like a bad colt. As she turned around, Blueblood felt his cock harden even more.

“And finally, our first performer for the night, please welcome SUCCUBUS!” cried the bartender loudly as the last mare entered the stage while music changed. This pony wore the simplest out of the three, a purple bikini top and matching panty thong bottom.

But that was all she needed.

Blueblood was sure he had never seen a more alluring mare in his life. He had seen many thestral mares in the past and had thought of them as nothing more than small chested flying rodents. The very idea that some of the nobles in Canterlot thought they were sexy sickened him to his core. But now, as Succubus walked onto the stage, he realized how horribly blind he had been.

Each step this mare took looked both natural and calculated, one hoof placed directly in front of the other so that her hips swayed. Her hands were not idle, running up and down her sides so that everypony in the room would pay attention to her figure. And her eyes! They silently asked everypony in the room to share this moment with her in a sweet, honey-like voice.

When Succubus got to the pole, she grabbed it with one hand to swing around, her breasts swaying with her as she did. She made three rotations before she stopped, planting her back against the pole and spreading her legs wide as she did. Several stallions around Blueblood cheered, pumping their fists into the air as they stood up. Many of them left their tables and moved closer to the stage, and, included among them, was Blueblood.

Blueblood watched as Succubus began the thrust out her hips towards the crowd in rhythm to the music. As she did this, the mare brought her hands to her mouth and began to suck on one as if it were a cock. Her expression looked delirious, as if she were experiencing some sort of high by doing this. Quickly, Succubus sucked on all of her fingers, ending each one with a loud pop. Blueblood, as well as the rest of the crowd, then watched as her hands roamed down her body as her hips stopped moving. Licking his lips, Blueblood could see her move aside her wet thong to the side so that she could rub her pussy. He couldn’t see her wet slit, but he knew what she was doing and could hear her moan.

Once her thong was back in place, Succubus slid down the pole and got onto all fours. Like an animal of lust, she crawled to the very front of the stage, making sure that she swayed her flank the entire time. From there she turned around and rolled her hips for the crowd, her tail moving out of the way as she did so to give the crowd a better look at her ass. With that finished she slapped her own flank loudly so that everypony in the room could hear it. As the crowd cheered, Succubus began to crawl around the edge of the stage.

It was at this point many of the stallions were setting down bits onto the stage right before Succubus passed them, one bit each. When Succubus saw a bit in front of its owner she would pause to reach over to the stallion and pull him into her cleavage for a moment. She would then make a motion as if she were trying to rub her bosom on his face before releasing the red faced stallion and then moving to the next.

As Succubus approached where Blueblood was standing, the prince reached into his money bag to grab a handful of coins before slamming them onto the stage. His horny, lust filled mind didn’t know nor care how many he had set down and ignored the shocked look from the other stallions. He just kept his eyes on Succubus who looked at him with a twinkle in her eyes. She crawled over to him and, like the other stallions before, gently took ahold of his shoulders. Unlike the others however, she pulled him onto the stage and flipped him over so he laid on his back while his legs hung from the edge of the stage. As Succubus traced his clothed stomach with the tips of her fingers the crowd began to hoot and howl like animals. Lifting his head, Blueblood watched as Succubus took one of the bits in her hand and slowly licked it, letting out a moan as she did so. She then crawled over to his head to place the coin on his lips. For a moment, the prince looked confused as to what was going on. That changed, however, as Succubus got on her knees to straddle his head so that he was now looking up at her drenched thong. Her hands then came into view, one pulled the thong to the side while the other rubbed her slit for a moment. Slowly she moved her hips down and pressed her pussy against the coin. Her lower lips touched the coin for a moment before she lifted herself up, taking the coin with her. Blueblood’s body shook as Succubus moved her legs away from him and her hand touched his shoulder, signaling him to get off. As Blueblood rejoined the crowd several stallions were cheering him and slapping his shoulder, an act that normally would have angered and offended him. He, instead, just smiled as he looked back at the stage.

It was at the moment that the song ended and Blueblood felt a sadness in his heart. This didn’t last long as a second song began to play and Succubus stood up. She didn’t walk back to the curtain, but instead the pole. Before she reached it she spun around on her hoof and held up an arm, her breasts bouncing as she did. Swaying to the music with an infectious smile on her face, Succubus reached behind her to take her top off and toss it to the side. Blueblood watched, his pants tightening to an unbearable level, as she lifted her melons to lick both nipples at the same time. Several times she squeezed them like udders before her hands began to slide down her body, which was still swaying to the music. Once her hands reached her thong, she turned around and bent over. She swished her tail out of the way so that all present could see her dripping wet snatch as she removed the thong and tossed it to the side.

Now fully naked, Succubus slapped her flank again before spinning around the pole halfway. Once she stopped, the mare placed the cold pole between her breasts while a look of pure delight exploded on her face. With her flank shaking to the music she began to move her breasts up and down as if she were giving the pole a tit fuck. Every once in awhile, she would stick out her tongue to lick the metal pole as her eyes shot in the direction behind Blueblood, most likely the bartender’s station.

As the music began to pick up its pace, Succubus’s motions grow more wild and passionate. She was squeezing both breasts as she used them to fuck the pole so hard the prince thought milk might shoot out of them at any moment. She had stopped swaying her flank, choosing instead to have her body grinding against the pole as if it were her lover.

Then she stopped. She took a step back and extended her wings before taking hold of the pole with her hand. She then flew forwards and wrapped her legs around the pole while leaning back with her chest pushed upwards. She then began to rub her pussy against the pole, her hips grinding while her wings flapped her higher. Higher and higher she went, leaving behind a trail of her juices until she reached the top. With one final thrust of her hips Succubus leaned back as far as she could while pushing her breasts up before she slid downwards.

Once she landed on her hooves, the music began to slow down while growing softer. Knowing the dance was almost done, Succubus moved to the front of the stage while twirling around. Once she was up front again, she reached down to her breasts to kiss them one at a time before blowing a kiss to the crowd. The music ended and everypony in the club cheered loudly.

Succubus smiled at them before turning her head to look at the bartender. Everypony watched her as she jumped into the air and flew over to the small stallion, knocking Pip to the ground and hidden from sight.

“Pip, did you see that?” Blueblood heard her say with a voice that dripped with innocence. “They loved me! Isn’t that great?”

“Y-Yes, it is,” said the bartender, Pip, as he slowly got up alone. Looking at him, Pip’s face looked flushed and he was glancing down nervously for some reason. “Ok everypony,” he said over the speakers. “The next dance will start in fifteen minutes, starring Desire. Until then, feel free to ahhhhhhh r-request a d-d-dance from any of the dancers. If you d-DON’T see her, just ask a member of the w-WAIT staff.” By this point, Pip’s face looked bright red and his eyes were closed.

Shrugging at this odd behavior, Blueblood looked around to see that many of the other stallions were returning to their tables. The other two strippers were going from table to table, asking the stallions there if they wanted a private dance. Some were signaling to the wait staff for more drinks or maybe asking for a dance from Succubus. With a grin on his face, Blueblood reached into his money pouch only to find a single bit left. Shoulders slumped, he walked towards the exit with the intent that tomorrow night he would bring more bits.