2: The Dance of Generosity
If the house lights in the main lounge were dim, it’s almost pitch blackness inside Rarity’s private room. You reach your hands out in front of you so you won’t stumble, and quickly you find the soft velour surface of a wide loveseat in front of you.
“Have a seat, darling,” a sultry, sophisticated voice seems to echo back and forth from both sides of the room. You can’t see her yet, but you’d know that unmistakable voice anywhere.
“O-okay,” you comply and take a seat on the comfortable couch. A couple of quick fidgets and your throbbing stallionhood is carefully tucked along your left thigh, straining hard against your boxers. A tentative stroke from your fingertips confirms the fact that your precum has already leaked all the way through your khaki shorts as well.
You sense a warm figure circling you in the darkness, and Rarity locks the door to give you two some privacy.
“So, Aero, my friend Pinkie Pie says you asked for me personally, is that right?”
You shudder, feeling her soft breath just barely caress your right ear. You want to turn and kiss her right then and there, but you know that it’s her show, and she’ll be the one to make all the moves.
“Y-yes, I saw your bio on the website and…” You pause for a moment. No need to come on too strong, she probably hears ‘I love you’ a thousand times a day. “I think you’re beautiful. I mean, don’t get me wrong, I think all the girls here are great… but your smile, the way you do your hair… you’re just perfect, I guess.” You can feel yourself blush, confessing so much to her and you haven’t even gotten a chance to see her in person yet.
“As flattered as I am, Aero,” she places one slender hand on your cheek, gently turning your head to the right to face her in the darkness, “you haven’t seen anything yet.”
She snaps her fingers and suddenly a spotlight illuminates the top of her royal purple hair. It’s done up in a bun right now, and only shadows cross her alabaster face. You can just barely make out the red satin fringe of her nightgown as she circles you slowly. The spotlight lets you see how she struts, the red straps on her shoulders leading her hips with each step, her large full breasts somehow contained and managed by the supportive bra that draws your eyes in to get lost in that unfathomable valley between the two heavy globes.
You gulp and feel a single throb of wetness pulse out against your left thigh.
“Tell me more about what you like?” she asks, twirling around in a quick circle as the bun in her hair magically comes undone. The shimmering curls bounce down in a perfect waterfall of radiant color around her face, tempting you to reach out and touch them.
You keep your cool. “You’re right, I really haven’t seen anything like you before. Your indigo hair is amazing, and it complements your beautiful eyes so well.”
She gives you the warmest smile right back, melting your heart.
“Why thank you, Aero.” She puts on some light music, The Girl From Ipanema. To the sound of carefree guitar, she closes her eyes and begins to find the beat in her legs. You can practically feel the tropical breezes and smell the fresh spring air. With a bounce in her step, she sways from side to side, almost floating an inch above the floor at times. You can now see that she’s wearing sheer stockings that accentuate every perfect line and curve of her legs. You trace your eyes up and down her body slowly, appreciating the grace and beauty of each of her movements. She does a careful little samba back and forth in front of you, as if strolling down a sunny cobblestone street in Rio. Every footstep is adorably dainty, while still putting the perfect amount of force into her leg so that her round rump catches your attention.
“You’re a really good dancer, too,” you sigh, relaxing a little bit into your seat as you follow her beautiful ass around and around.
“I’m glad you’re enjoying it, darling,” she replies, biting her lip as she turns her body away from you for a few bars of the song. Her shoulders seem to have a mind of their own, gliding and thrusting through the air. Then with a gasp she somehow lets the left strap of her nightgown fall gracefully down her shoulder, and you almost lose your mind watching it caress the newly exposed skin. Another gasp, and both of the straps are hanging on her elbows instead of her shoulders. She turns back around to face you with a calculated shimmy, and the top hem of her red satin nightgown drops down an inch. Your eyes widen as you’re transfixed by the perfect curvature of her two colliding double-D-cup moons. Just one more inch and you can imagine you’ll be able to see areola.
Now you notice the little hints of her nipples just below the fringe of the fabric. They must have perked up in the last couple of minutes, because the firm little bumps of flesh were pushing out two little tents of excitement in the middle of those bouncing round boobs.
“Mmm,” you grunt a quick sign of your approval, looking up into her eyes again. There seem to be a dozen different shades of blue in those glass works of art, each one more brilliant and enchanting than the last.
She runs her hands slowly down her sides, stroking her own hips as she ever so slowly tugs the lower hem of her nightgown downward, and finally you get a peek of the purple edges of her nipples. You continue watching, and gradually the garment falls another inch down, stretching so delightfully over the sensitized bumps and then sliding further down the surface of her breast.
When the song ends, her red satin gown falls to the floor, and she strikes a pose in nothing but black stockings and a pair of lacy red panties. You fidget slightly in your seat, smiling at her to continue.
Another song begins, this one less lighthearted and more sultry. Seductive. Like midnight. A muted trumpet plays keep-away, stumbling and following a moody bassline along the distant railroad track of brushed drums.
Her pearly white hands, fingers tipped with a glittery violet polish to match her glamorous hair, trace their way back up her undulating belly, teasing and dancing to the rhythm until they find the heavy underside of her exposed breasts. She squeezes the two globes together, moaning softly as they collide and bounce against each other in slow motion. Then her silky fingers begin to traverse the round surfaces themselves, nearing her perfect nipples but never quite touching either one.
You squirm and gasp.
Rather than give you the satisfaction of seeing her touch her nipples, Rarity moves her hands around and down her own arms until she’s holding her palms against the front of her body, between her bellybutton and pubic bone. One fingertip finds the edge of her panties and sneaks inside for just a moment before coming back out. She giggles at how intently you’re watching, waiting for the tease to continue.
She takes another step closer to you, so her knees touch yours as you sit. Then she takes another step, kneeling on the sofa so her thighs straddle yours. You can feel the sateen texture of her stockings against the skin of your knees. The way she placed her body on top of your lap made your shorts ride up a tiny bit, just enough to give you another inch of her legs touching yours. Her thigh is so close to where your stiff cock rests inside your boxers, you swear she must be able to take your pulse. You feel your member throb twice with fullness, and she winks at you knowingly.
Now her amazing breasts are close enough to your face you could easily lean forward and kiss them each. But you keep your cool, letting her stay in control. She sways back and forth, sliding against your leg and stimulating the tip of your cock as she lets you watch the mesmerizing pendulums. Her skin is perfect, soft and velvety smooth. She leans slightly down and toward you, letting the two peaks of her nipples just barely touch your chest through your shirt.
“Ohh,” you moan. She smells like fresh linen and jasmine.
“Slow and steady, Aero,” she whispers at you.
“Mmhmm,” you whimper, wishing you could free your cock and let her have a taste. The head is completely coated with your precum now as she rides your legs and slides your boxers around on it.
She finally uses her fingers to caress her breasts again, swirling and stroking until she reaches her rock-hard nipples, grasping them each gently before twisting first one and then the other. Her eyes clamp shut and she sucks in air through her teeth at the sudden electrifying jolt of pleasure that hits her body. You watch and follow suit, gasping in time with her and rotating your hips under her body.
“Oh, yes...” she moans, tugging slightly on her left nipple. “Mmm, you like that Aero? Wish you could have a taste of my bosom?”
“Umhm!” you shudder and grunt, trying not to cum. Every little shift of her weight seems to make another part of your cock rub so amazingly against your pants and her thigh. “Oh Rarity… I want to hold your perfect breasts, and let you feel my tongue on your nipples…”
“Hmf!” she whimpers, twisting both nipples harder now as she writhed faster and with more pressure on your thighs. Each time her snakelike motions bring her thighs down, she slides a little bit closer to your left. Finally she slips down so that her panties make contact with the bulge inside your shorts, and she’s now only straddling your left leg. Her hands wrap around your torso and she presses her soft chest against yours. She humps you with true passion, grinding the ridge of your impossibly hard cockhead against the wet upper edge of her pussy through her panties.
You can’t stop yourself from matching her motions, gripping the armrests of the chair and thrusting your hips upward to meet her serpentine motions as the two of you approach your climax. Over and over, up and down, up and down she rides your wood like a bronco. She hugs you tightly, burying her lovely face in your neck and covering yours with her luscious locks of hair. You hear her breath reach a frantic crescendo before she squeaks out her orgasm, her clit pulsing with desire against the flared stallionhood inside your pants. You cum with her, muscles tightly clenching in ecstasy as you pump jet after jet of thick seed into your pants, feeling it ooze through and paint the outer surface of her red panties.
Finally, time seems to begin moving again.
You blink your eyes, not sure if they’re open or closed for a few seconds.
“Rarity… that was amazing,” you finally gasp, still breathless.
“Thank you, Aero. I really enjoyed it too, darling.” She sighs and turns her head to face yours, kissing your cheek and smiling those gorgeous blue eyes at you.
You hold her body against yours for a few more minutes, both of you just resting and listening to each others’ heartbeats. The world would be a perfect place if you could have this moment for eternity.
1: Stepping into the gentlecolt's club
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.