Pip's Treasure Chest

It had been a week since the grand opening of the Treasure Chest, and Pip was hard at work at his bartending station, making sure everything would be ready for another big night. Looking around, he saw his staff was also hard at work. The waitresses were checking to see if any gum or recording crystals were under the tables while also making sure the floor was clean. The dancers were currently going over their dance routines on the main stage and making sure they were in shape for tonight.

Things, Pip felt, were certainly turning around for him. The Treasure Chest so far had become more packed with each passing day, most likely due to word of mouth. For several hours there would be a line that formed outside the club full of stallions, and a few mares, who waited for the club to empty slightly before they were allowed to enter. The drinks flowed for hours, and the shop in the basement was doing well too.

As for the dances, those too were going well. All night, Succubus, Candy, and Desire ranked in the bits from the stage dances, as well as the private ones. And when they weren’t dancing, they were spending time with their customers, talking to them while having a drink which the customer paid for. Each night the club had a special, and their biggest hit so far (judging by how many ponies were asking when it would happen again) was Amateur Night where several of the mares from Ponyville entered a stripper contest for a chance to win a sizeable pot. While none of these mares’ moves were as polished as the professional dancers, it was surprising to see mares like Cheerilee going up on stage to do a show for everypony.

But despite this, Pip knew there were still problems that needed to be ironed out. The biggest and most pressing matter right now was the number of dancers. Three mares just wasn’t going to cut it with such a packed house. They just couldn’t be everywhere and needed some time to rest in between dances, or else it might affect their performances. The only way to fix this was to hire a few more mares. That, however, was Succubus’s department, and she had an odd way of hiring that Pip had a hard time understanding. Still, he did voice his opinion on this matter to her and she, in turn, said she would try and find a few more mares who could ‘make the cut’.

Pip’s thoughts were suddenly interrupted as the door to the club opened, letting in sunlight as well as two figures that approached where he was standing. One of these two was Rumble, walking behind a zebra mare. Said mare was wearing really baggy jeans and a slightly oversized green sweatshirt that looked like a poor attempt to hide her slender figure. She had a pretty face with a longer mane than Zecora, mostly white with several long black stripes that was tied up in a ponytail.

“Sorry, but we’re closed right now,” said Pip as they got closer.

“She’s here for a job,” said Rumble as he looked down on the slightly smaller mare. “Waitress, right?”

“Y-Yes,” she stammered and nodded.

“Ok, have a seat,” said Pip kindly while gesturing to one of the seats in front of his station. As she sat down, Rumble left to return to his post. “So, can you tell me your name and where you’re from?”

“Z-Zahara,” she replied nervously, wrapping her arms around her torso. “I was born in Zebrica, but my parents and I moved to Horseshoe Bay when I was small.”

“I see,” said Pip as he looked her up and down. “So, do you have a resumé or some references?”

Zahara shook her head. “I have only ever worked in my parents’ shop, stocking the supplies.”

“OH MY LUNA!” came a loud voice from the stage. Both Pip and Zahara looked to see Succubus, topless, staring at them. Well, to be more accurate, at Zahara. Pip could see a countdown timer appearing next to his wife and, when it hit zero, she launched herself through the air to hug the screaming zebra mare. “I have always wanted to meet a zebra! I just love those stripes!”

“T-T-Thank-k y-ou-u,” stammered a terrified mare who had no idea why Succubus was hugging her like she was a brand new teddy bear.

“Succubus, please let her go,” said Pip calmly. His wife pouted but, after a brief pause, did as she was asked. Pip then turned to Zahara. “I, er, don’t think this will work out. I’d be happy to take you on and train you, but you seem a bit too uncomfortable to be working here. Now, if you have your heart set on a waitress job, then maybe you should try the Wild House.”

Zahara looked down at her lap. “I already tried there,” she murmured. “Kegger said I wasn’t sexy enough.”

Pip let out a sigh when he heard this. It seemed like this was the one idea Kegger couldn’t outdo him on since it was the one thing he couldn’t copy cheaply. The Wild House was situated in an area that wasn’t zoned for activities like the Treasure Chest, meaning that if Kegger wanted to copy Pip he would have to build a whole new building out of town. But this didn’t mean he wasn’t trying. Pip had heard several rumors flying around town that he was making his wait staff dress in far more revealing attire than before, as well as removing any mare on his staff that didn’t have a huge bust. However, there was also a rumor that Kegger had been fined for this.

“He said what?!” growled Succubus as she grabbed Zahara’s shoulders and turned her so that the two were facing each. Pip watched as the poor mare recoiled at the look of anger in Succubus’s face that was directed at Kegger. “How dare he say something like that to you?!”

“W-Well, he i-isn’t wrong,” said Zahara as she tried to avert her eyes. “I know I’m not s-sexy.”

For a moment the club became silent. Not even crickets were chirping to help fill the uneasy silence. Succubus looked like she had just been slapped in the face for some reason while Zahara looked confused, turning her head to look at Pip as if he might know what was going on. But before Pip could say a word, Succubus began to shake her head back and forth before a determined look appeared on her face. She stood up, took Zahara by the wrist, and began to drag her towards the stage.

“Oh we are going to fix this right now,” said Succubus loudly. “You’re working for me and you are going to dance that sexy ass of yours off tonight with me!”

“But,” began Zahara as she was pulled back stage, but whatever she was going to say being muffled out.

‘We are going to get into so much trouble for this,’ thought Pip later that night as the crowd milled into the Treasure Chest.

Ever times since Succubus had taken Zahara into the dressing room, Pip had tried to tell his wife that this was a horrible idea. He started by telling her that Zahara clearly didn’t want this based on her muffled protests. Then he went into the fact that this was, in all likelihood, very illegal. Once she got out, Pip was sure that Zahara would run right to the police and they would be sent to jail.

Succubus, however, remained unfazed by these worries.

“Listen Pip,” she had told him a little while ago. “I need you to trust me on this one. That poor mare has probably been told time after time that she isn’t sexy or even attractive. Well, I intend to show her and that plot hole Kegger otherwise! This just happens to be the best way I know how to! Now be sure to tell anypony wanting a private dance with Zahara no, but keep track of how many ask. Ok?” With that said, Succubus handed a sheet of paper with how to introduce the pair when the show began.

‘Ok, I trust you Succubus,’ thought Pip, taking a very deep breath as the ponies in the club were being served. ‘I trust you Succubus. Please, Celestia, Luna, Twilight, Cadence, and whoever else can hear this: don’t make me regret this!’

As the last of the drinks went out to the floor, Pip took a deep breath before picking up the mic. “Greetings everypony, and welcome to the Treasure Chest!” The room burst into applause and a round of hoots. “Today we have something special for you all. Instead of beginning with introductions, we are going to present to you a new gem that will hopefully be joining us as a permanent dancer.” The crowd began to hoot louder at this and a few ponies cheered loudly. “Now let’s give it up for Succubus and ZAHARA!”

As the music (which had a heavy drum beat to it) began to play, both mares entered onto the stage. Both of them were wearing what could have been described as savage wear for the rich and famous. The tops of both outfits reminded Pip of those ponies who walked around with a towel over their necks with the ends covering their breasts while an extra-long loin cloth covered their lower half. What made them different was that instead of being made of wool or some other similar fabric, they looked like they were of diamonds or something similar. Clearly made by Rarity, something that would be eye catching if the mares on stage didn’t already do that themselves.

Succubus moved like she always did, while holding onto the wrist of Zahara who looked nervous and afraid. Without the baggy clothes, Pip saw the she had a spinner’s body. Very slender, but not in an unhealthy way. She also had much smaller breasts than Succubus, most likely A cup. Yet despite this, Pip noticed that several eyes were looking at her hungrily.

When the two made their way to the edge of the runway where the pole was, Succubus let go of the zebra mare and spun around the pole. In that moment, Pip was sure that Zahara was going to try and leap off the stage to make a break for freedom. However, the crowd of stallions who were swarming the edge of the stage put an end to the idea.

As Succubus ended her spin she moved over to where Zahara was nervously standing. One hand went to a leg to lift it up while the other hand snaked behind her back. Succubus then leaned her head forwards a bit as she spun them both around, making it appear like they were going to kiss. Several wolf calls were now being sounded and more ponies flocked closer to the stage while pulling out their bits.

When the pair stopped spinning, Succubus released her hold on the leg and instead touched Zahara’s shoulder. The thestral then strutted behind the mare while positioning the zebra so that she was facing the audience. Pip watched as Succubus rested her head on Zahara’s shoulder, opening her mouth to expose her fangs to the crowd with a grin. Everypony watched as Succubus’s hands began to move along the petite zebra’s sides, feeling her up for their enjoyment while her head turned to face Zahara’s neck and press into it.

“Hey!” came a voice on the other side of the counter. Pip broke his gaze from the show and turned to look at a young unicorn stallion who had just dropped a bag full of bits onto the counter. “I’d like to request a private dance from that zebra mare, Zahara.”

Pip stared at the stallion for a moment, whose face looked rather flushed. He had seen this stallion at the club several times before. He usually came by himself and had never asked for a private dance before.

“I’m sorry, but she’s not ready to do private dances,” said Pip in a stern voice.

“Can’t she make an exception?” pleaded the stallion. “I’ll pay double for one dance. Come on.”

Pip shook his head. “I said no,” he said. “Now, you can either go back and watch the show or you can leave. Either way, you’re not getting that private dance tonight.” Hanging his head slightly, the stallion turned and went back towards the group.

Looking back up at the stage, Pip saw that Succubus was still behind Zahara. The thestral’s head was no longer resting on the other mare’s shoulder. Instead she was moving her body downwards while swaying her flank to the music, her hand caressing the zebra’s smooth stomach. When she reached the waistband of Zahara’s loin cloth, Succubus pulled on it gently with her teeth. This caused the crowd to go wild while Zahara’s head snapped down to look at her. Succubus just grinned as she released it, earning a choir of groans from the crowd.

What happened next, however, changed their tune in an instant. Succubus quickly stood up and in a single swift motion removed Zahara’s top to expose her black nipples to the world. Instantly the ponies in the club went wild, placing bits on the stage in the hopes that they would get some attention. Zahara tried her best to move her hands up to cover herself, but Succubus was in front of her in an instant and took ahold of her wrists. Pip’s wife shook her flank at the crowd before placing the other mare’s hands on her bum. Succubus then leaned forwards to whisper something in Zahara’s ear while at the same time releasing her hold. For a moment it looked like Zahara was going to let go, only to stop herself.

As the song began to wind down, the two mares turned on their side so that those in front of the stage could now see their profiles pressed against each other. Slowly, Succubus leaned back a bit and took her top off, dropping it to the floor with a single outstretched hand. When it hit the floor, Succubus leaned forwards while also taking hold of Zahara’s smaller flank. When the song ended, the two were standing there with their bodies pressing against each other.

The next song began instantly. Pip saw that Zahara seemed to be calming down slightly as the two separated. Smiling to the crowd, Succubus whipped off her loin cloth and dropped it on the ground. As she walked backwards to the pole, she played with her breasts so that all could see. With closed eyes she pulled on her rock hard nipples and fondled her mounds, letting out a blissful moan. Zahara did her best to mimic this as well, swaying her hips nervously as she traced the outlines of her breasts, yet not daring to be fully naked.

Soon enough Succubus was standing next to the pole. Opening her eyes and smiling, she gripped the pole with a single hand and spun around once with her legs up high and open for all to see. When she landed, Succubus allowed herself to slide down to the floor. As her flank touched the stage floor, Succubus opened up her legs to give them a better look at her dripping wet snatch which she gave a short rub. Once she had done that, the thestral rolled over so that she was now on all fours and began to crawl over to Zahara while swaying her flank. It took only a moment for her to bridge that gap between them and, once she was in range, Succubus reached for Zahara’s diamond loin cloth to effortlessly remove it.

Now fully naked, Zahara froze as Succubus took a hold of her hips to keep her in place. Pip saw that the crowd was glued to them, watching at Succubus rubbed her cheek against Zahara’s thigh and flank. The lust fueled mare then brought a hand towards her face and licked it before bringing it over to the zebra’s pussy. If she rubbed it or just appeared to rub it, the crowd cheered and hooted either way.

It was then that another stallion approached Pip to ask for a private dance from Zahara, licking his lips as he did. As before, Pip told him that she wouldn’t be giving any private dances until she was ready. When he finally left, Pip looked up to see that Succubus was standing up and leading Zahara by the hand towards the pole. When they were in front of it, Succubus lifted her breasts to titty fuck the pole while also sticking out her tongue to lick it. Zahara stood there for a moment before visibly gulping. She lowered her body and placed her smaller boobs against the pole before mimicking the other mare. She even tentatively stuck out her tongue to briefly lick the pole as well.

As time went on, the music began to grow louder and louder. Succubus was now rolling her flank for the audience, her slit very visible. Zahara was doing her best to copy Succubus, but much slower and not as wide while keeping her tail down as much as possible in order to keep her private part hidden. It was clear the she was still nervous, yet it did not sway the crowd. Instead, it seemed to make them hungry for more. If Pip had to guess, they wanted to see this shy mare break free and were eagerly waiting for that moment.

But that moment was not this night. The music began to slow down, winding to a close. Succubus seemed aware of this, and Pip watched as she quickly moved over to Zahara’s flank. Before the mare knew what was happening, Succubus was rubbing the palms of her hands all over those flanks. She then backed off slightly while at the same time placing her hands underneath her breasts so that she could lift them up. The crowd watched as Succubus began to lick her own nipples and then leaned down to press them against the other mare’s flank just as the music ended.

“I can’t believe I did that,” moaned Zahara into her hands, her elbows propped up on Pip’s bartender’s station.

Silently, Pip set down a shot glass of apple flavored whisky in front of her. Ever since the opening dance, Zahara had stayed in the back room, too embarrassed to leave the room, not helped by the fact that Succubus had disposed of her previous clothing. Now it was just after closing and the only stallion in the building was Pip. Zahara sat on a stool wearing the only thing she could find in the dressing room that could fit her: a red bikini with matching bottom. It hung on her loosely, but still covered the areas that mattered.

“You did great tonight!” cheered a completely nude Succubus as she came running towards them and stopped right next to the other mare. “Not bad for your first time! The crowd loved you!”

“No,” said Zahara as she set her palms on the counter. “They loved you and that lesbian show you put on. They couldn’t possibly think I was attractive enough to-”

“Oh Pip,” interrupted Succubus in a sing song tone while a coy look crossed her face. “Did anypony ask for a private dance from Zahara?”

“Yes,” said Pip, much to Zahara’s shock. “Got about fifteen stallions asking for a private dance with just you, and one who wanted a VIP with the both of you.”

“I…” began Zahara, but trailed off as she looked down at her drink.

Succubus sat down next to her and placed a hand on Zahara’s shoulder. “Hey, are you going to be ok?”

“I,” began Zahara again as she picked up the drink. “I just don’t understand it. I’m not sexy at all.”

“You are,” insisted Succubus. “Now, where did you get this idea that you weren’t?”

Zahara’s shoulder’s slumped but did not set down her drink. For a moment she just continued to stare at the liquid before beginning her tale. “Back in Horseshoe Bay, my family ran an import store that sold crafts straight from Zebrica. My mother ran the front of the store while my father worked in the back with the books. It was easy to see why they choose to do it like that since my mother was very beautiful, especially compared to me. I… I admit I was always jealous of her looks and wished I had a body like hers.

“About three weeks ago, I came home and heard a noise coming from upstairs. I thought it might be a robber so I grabbed a knife from the kitchen and went to investigate. What I saw, however, wasn’t what I expected.” At this point, Zahara began to tear up and drank her shot of whisky. When she was finished she slammed the glass down. “IT WAS MY MOTHER BUCKING MY BOYFRIEND! HE KEPT MOANING ABOUT HOW LONG HE HAD BEEN WAITING FOR THIS AND HOW HOT SHE WAS! MY OWN MOTHER RHYMED THAT I WAS A TWIG COMPARED TO HER!”

It was like a dam had broken. Zahara flung herself face first onto the counter and began to sob uncontrollably. She wailed about how she knew finding love was too good to be true between her sobs as well as shouting various curses at her mother. Succubus began to whisper kind words to her while rubbing her back gently as Pip made her a glass of water. He had seen enough situations like this to know when not to bring out the booze.

When her crying had subsided a bit, Zahara continued her story between sips of water. She said that she had dropped the knife, but the two were so locked in their passion making that neither heard it. Zahara said she just left without taking anything with her, moving from town to town, trying to put it behind her and make a new life for herself. When she had finished, Succubus wrapped Zahara in a hug and pulled her in tight.

“There, there,” she said calmingly as she stroked Zahara’s back. “Everything will be fine. I know exactly what you’re going through.”

“Yeah right,” murmured Zahara.

“Trust me, I do,” Succubus said in a low whisper. “I was told I should be ashamed for things I couldn’t control, and that I wasn’t good enough. Always made to feel like I wasn’t good enough when compared to others. And I never had anypony who loved me, romantically at least, back home.”

Zahara pulled back a bit and looked Succubus up and down for a moment. “Really?” she asked in a surprised tone. “How? I mean, look at you. You should have had stallions and mares lining up to meet you. So how-”

“I don’t like thinking about those days,” said Succubus darkly. But then her features suddenly brightened right before she took off into the air and landed besides Pip. “But it doesn’t matter anymore because I found myself a new home with my husband here.” She hugged Pip, placing his head between her mounds. “He’s the best thing that ever happened to me, and he loves me no matter what! I couldn’t ask for a better husband!”

“Zahara,” said Pip as he pulled away slightly so he could look at her. “Look, after tonight, I won’t blame you if you left and reported us. But, if you want, you can keep working here. I know that Candy Bliss is looking for a roommate, so you can stay with her if you decide to stay.”

For a moment, Zahara stared at the two blankly. Pip felt his heartbeat speed up, fearful of what she might do. He looked up to see that Succubus was smiling without a care in the world. Finally, Zahara looked down at her half-drunk glass of water.

“Well,” she said slowly. “I am tired of living on the street. I…I don’t have to do any private dances, right?”

“Not right away,” said Succubus. “I mean, you first have to get a bit more comfortable with this before you can move on to the one on one stuff. But eventually you’ll have to do it. But don’t worry, it’s just as fun.”

“And, I won’t be forced to have sex in the backroom, right?” asked the zebra. Pip and Succubus shook their heads. “And, ah, I can’t stay with you for now?”

“OF COURSE YOU CAN!” cheered Succubus loudly. “You just have to follow one simple house rule of walking around in the nude. Trust me, it’ll help you build your confidence with your body!”

Zahara stared at Succubus blankly. “On second thought, which one is Candy Bliss?”