Author's Note

Author’s note: this is a second-person insert-your-character-here fantasy story for a certain brown pegasus friend. All characters are going to be anthro for this story.

1: Stepping into the gentlecolt's club

You nervously step up to the ornately-decorated red door. The muffled sounds of hypnotic music can be heard just beyond the threshold, and you take a deep breath. Your friend had told you that this would be the classiest place in town, but you can’t silence the doubts in your head. Just as you’re about to turn around and head home, the door glides gently open and a curly-haired bouncing pink ponygirl catches your eye with her bubbly smile.

“Hi there, stranger!” She practically squeezes right out of her bra when she jumps up and down with excitement. “I’m Pinkie Pie, is this your first time visiting The Elements of Beauty ?”

Your eyes lock on her fun-balloons for a moment and time seems to slow down. Or maybe it doesn’t, because she waves her pink fingers up and down in front of your face questioningly.

“Oh, um… Hi,” you finally stammer out, using one of your hands to try casually brushing your half-erect wings back down behind you. “Y-yes. I saw your website and wanted to, um, come check things out.”

“Fun!” she exclaims, touching your elbow with her hand. “Well come on inside, silly, and tell me your name! One of our favorite dancers is about to take the stage!”

You gulp and follow her into the strip club, letting your eyes adjust to the light. All around you are comfortable sofas and tables. Some sofas have just a single stallion lounging, while others have three or four guys and marefriends all chatting while they wait for the next show to start.

“I’m, uh… Aerohead,” you finally say to Pinkie Pie. “Nice to meet you.”

“Nice to meet you, Aero. Is it okay if I call you Aero?” The way her little bootyshorts just barely cover up your view of her beautiful round ass as you walk behind her-- you can already feel your stallionhood begin to firm up inside your shorts.

“Yeah, that’s fine,” you reply, beginning to feel a little more comfortable. “So, who’s dancing next?”

She stops in front of a sofa, a front-row seat of the empty stage. “Twilight Sparkle’s up next. Go ahead and take a seat here, Aero. Can I bring you anything to drink?” Every time she says your name, she gives your shoulder a warm squeeze.

You take a seat and smile up at her. There’s no bad angle to view those F-cup tits, that’s for sure. F for fun. You could swear that she’s going to pop out of her shirt if she takes too deep of a breath.

“A coke would be great, thank you Pinkie.” She heads off and you settle in to get comfortable.

The stage lights begin to glow on and off, and the other stallions in the club start to clap and cheer as the music ramps up in volume. A voice booms out over the thumping bass.

“Ladies and gentlecolts… put your hands together for Twi-- Light-- Sparkle!!”

The lights dim, and a sultry cloud of lavender-scented smoke covers the stage. You can see an almost-invisible little glow, like a firefly but magenta in color, start to float around in the mist. Gradually it increases in intensity and you can see that it’s the passionate flame of Twilight Sparkle’s horn as she waltzes toward the center of the stage. She’s wearing a black nightgown that covers most of her torso, and a matching black skirt sways from side to side on her hips.

She walks slowly over to the far side of the stage from you, and leans down to the stallion there. It looks like she gets her bosom really close to his face, and in doing so she bends over, giving you a brief glimpse under her skirt. The darkness of the club however makes it tough for you to make out any details from your vantage point. The violet-haired alicorn curves her body back up to standing, letting her wings extend beautifully as she begins to dance back and forth to the pulse of the music.

Pinkie Pie returns with your drink, again touching your shoulder and lingering for a moment as she watches the show with you for a few seconds. She leans in to your ear and whispers, “What do you think? Enjoying the show?”

“Um, yes, thank you,” you reply. “I was wondering though… I saw another girl on the website… is Rarity dancing tonight?”

Pinkie smiles wide at you, her bouncy pink curls brushing against your face. “I’m glad you asked. She’s not on the schedule for a main stage dance tonight, but if you’d like a private show I bet she’d be happy to fit you in.”

You feel your wings rub up against the soft back of the sofa, and by now your stallionhood has reached its maximum hardness inside your pants. Pinkie Pie smells like cotton candy and bubblegum, and you wish you could just lean another inch closer and kiss that tender neck of hers…

“I… I’d really like that,” you whisper.

Pinkie strokes your hair with her hand, making you shudder with excitement. “Wait here, Aero. I’ll let you know when she’s ready.” The pink girl bounces up again, giving you one more close view of her amazing ass as she skips away toward the dressing rooms.

You turn your attention back to the main stage, where Twilight is just starting to use those slender purple fingers of hers to lift the border of her nightgown. She makes eye contact with you just as the hem of her top reveals her cute little belly button, and you smile at her. She slowly walks over to your side of the stage, twirling around as she reaches you. The sudden spin causes her skirt to rise up, and you catch a good look at her lacy black panties underneath.

You gulp and take a deep breath. This is what your friends told you about. This is why you’re here. You take a dollar bill from your pocket, folding it tightly so you can hold it between your index and middle fingers like a pen.

Twilight smiles at you and rocks her body back and forth as she crouches down, letting her wings keep her steady as she leans forward toward your hand with her bosom.

“Go ahead, stud,” she whispers to you, pressing the top of her bra against your fingertips.

You moan and curl your fingers, pressing the bill under the lacy hem and letting your fingertip caress the forbidden flesh underneath. Her skin is so soft, so velvety, so warm…

Twilight winks at you and blows you a kiss. A magically glowing mote follows the path from her lips to your face, planting a warm spot on your cheek where the telegraphed smooch lands. She stands up straight, twirling her body like a ballerina to show off her panties for you again in close-up.

You watch the rest of her show, grinning from ear to ear as she gives each stallion in the audience a similar treatment if they call her closer to them. She eventually loses both her skirt and her top entirely, performing gravity-defying dance moves in just her lacy black bra and panties that don’t cover very much. Finally even those come off, and you get an all-around view of Twilight Sparkle in her fully naked glory while she makes love to the air for all to see. Though she’s nude, she’s classy about showing off the secrets of her marehood-- that’s probably something you’d have to ask for in a private show. You get only a momentary glimpse of those tight outer lips, but it makes your cock throb with excitement. She’s pretty obviously wet, and it’s hard for you to decide which part of her glorious body you want to focus on. She’s really good at making her medium-sized breasts bounce up and down enticingly, using her arms to squeeze them together and playing with her own nipples with her long wingtips.

“Psst! Aero!” Pinkie waves at you from the hallway labelled [PRIVATE]. “Over here!”

You give one last smile to Twilight as you eagerly stand up and walk over to the pink mare. She points you to a white door that’s marked with three sparkling diamonds. It’s already ajar, and you push it open cautiously to step inside.