Best Of Friends, Worst Of Places

The Oldest Profession

It didn’t take long for the stallion to enter the room once more, he had marching orders. We were brought into a large building, on the walls were lewd murals and in the center of the largest room lay a large stage with lights pointed at it. But, the area around the stage was mostly empty. The sun was still up.
We were huddled quickly into a drab area that they used for backstage operations. Or so I learned.
“This isn’t how I wanted to get famous,” Icepick said to me quietly.

With a final push we entered a room that was in the days before the bombs a conference table, now that same conference table was held up by cinder blocks and made to look like a replica of the stage.

There was a training session happening as we entered. A small mare, maybe fifteen years of age was pushing the crotch of a worn bathing out of the way of her slit, slowly. That was sickening, she was basically a filly. It made me speak up. If only to feel as though I was doing something.

“Hello, we're here for our, uhm, lesson.”

A middle aged mare with a hard face glared at me.

“Ah, I heard about new performers. You’ll do nicely, if you learn your places.” She said to the two of us. “Stand still, I want to see you still and moving.” She took her time looking at the both of us, making slow circles at varying distances. After some time she spoke to the filly on the stage.

“Come down here and show them the positions.” And she did, it was a few minutes of an admittedly attractive female showing us the technical terms for tail positioning and other bodily manipulations. All the while the teacher watched us for reactions.

With a snide look on her face she told us our flaws. I needed to work on my posture, and Icepick stood like she was reinforced by steel. When she ushered the mare out, the real training began. She told us that we would be something approaching presentable by ten this evening. At that Icepick and I exchanged a look, we could do this, not because we wanted to, but because acting subordinate, subjugated, that’s the start of a plan.

We met every command head on, and by the end we had the basic moves down, and had practiced the more erotic aspects enough to satisfy the mare. By that time we were tired, famished and ready. Just as she ushered us out, she gave us a simple command.

“Go through that door, pay attention and do the best job you can. I was an entertainer here years ago, and let me say once you get into this job… you can make a damn fine living!”

My ears bent down at the very idea, that you could pull yourself out, a relief valve for ponies, to give them hope. The idea that the mare in there became a part of this system… It made my teeth grind even as we entered the makeup room. A number of odd products were applied to the both of us.
“Wow.” Icepick said when she first caught a glimpse of our outfits, they were matching school girl uniforms. Her’s was much bigger than mine of course… “Where’d you dredge up those things?” Icepick asked earnestly.
“There was a large locker room just stuffed to the brim with them in a boarding school down the road a couple miles,” the stallion attendant said before adding. “Now get in em’, and don’t tell me you don’t which is which.”
We did as he said, I felt like these panties were a little small somehow, the were permanently pressed against my marehood. I was nearly dressed when I spoke up.
“Lemme see?” The stallion said in an annoyed tone, and before Icepick could say anything he had spun around to my backside and grabbed waistband of my panties with his mouth, pulling it before letting it snap back painfully against my slit. “No those are perfect,” he said to me with a grin as I turned to face him with a frowning expression.
“Do you need a quick checkeroo too?” He asked Icepick with that grin still blastered over his muzzle.

“She can be cute with me, because she’s cute, you aren’t, do you understand.” She said forcibly. As he left the room for us to finish clothing ourselves she whispered in my ear. “He’s gonna get the right impression, and the wrong idea.” She nudged me in the ribs and I laughed. Then she turned around and showed me exactly how tight her panties were. I could see, everything.

“They’ll be off soon.” I said to her half-jokingly.

“That’s what I’m afraid of.”

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After we had finished dolling up, we were brought on stage. We patiently obliged so far, nothing too bad. They sure seemed to have fun announcing our entrance though:

“And now for our next act, momma bear and her runt! Give ‘em a big old round of applause!”
The stallion behind us gave us a quick whispered “remember, smile and show enthusiasm for extra rations!” and a sharp shove. I tried my best to strut and smile, though mostly I earned jeers and sarcastic cooing. Icepick on the other hoof, held her head high and strutted straight to her pole. She nodded at me, then at the audience and I knew to keep my eyes off her and on them.
“C’mon, you two, isn’t it awfully warm in here with all these folks who showed up just to see you? How ‘bout you take off those vests?”
A quick glance and nod at Icepick to time our moves in sync, a smile and a wink for the audience and we shed those articles, but more slowly, deliberately and with more wry will. And I finished mine off by tossing it into the crowd, with the stallions bellowing and hopping to catch it. I stood there, flexing my flanks, letting my gaze sweep across the crowd, occasionally winking at someone or raising a hoof to my cheek in mock embarrassment. I was intentionally waiting for the announcer to egg us on. Keep the audience captive. This was still humiliating but at least this way we could earn extra rations without getting physically touched by our, ugh, clients.
“Keep going, girlies!”
We moved on to our skirts, untying the rope belts and slipping them off, down our hindlegs. Thus revealing our tails and panties underneath. Now there definitely were hoots and hollers going on. I’d hoped to entertain party guests to this degree but not really by these means.
“Alrighty, take those shirts off! Let us see your chests!”
And we obliged. Taking off another layer of clothing. This left us baring our chests and forelegs. Out of the corner of my eyes, I saw Icepick flex her forelegs and shoulders, earning quite a few appreciative murmurs from stallions and mares who wished to “tame mama bear”. Guess she got to shine on this part of the act, as I was rather ignored
“Lookit that proud gal! And I bet you’re all pining to see her more tender areas!”
“Everypony, with me! Take them off! Take them off!”

And with that, I slipped my tight panties off of my body, and Icepick did the same. I was mindful to do so with my hooves rather than my magic so as to further flex and contort. The audience definitely seemed to agree with that course of action. I then decided to float them over the nearest rows, see who might manage to snatch them first. Which in this case was an unsavory looking mare who managed to hop up surprisingly high and snag them in her teeth before demanding I turn away from her first for that.

“We have a winner! Let her see the spoils!”, bellowed the announcer. I turned around, keeping my tail tucked until I directly faced her, then deliberately slowly lifted my tail while she kept egging me on. Right before I decided I’d finished lifting my tail, I felt her smack the panties against my slit with a triumphant “that’s what I’m talking about! Yeah!”

We finished by each crossing over to the other’s platform, doing a full rotation in place to show off our nethers to as many audience members as possible, then were ushered out.

Our cell guard was already waiting for us.

“Okay you two, ya good out there for fresh captives. Heck, some of the VIP guests specifically asked for the two of you for a little aftershow! Now, let’s see how well you can show your adoring new fans some love!”

Icepick and I shared a questioning glance before we were prodded in the general direction of a backstage door. But before we started moving there, we were handed another fresh set of outfits for the private performance and told to get ‘em on real quick so as to not keep the VIPs waiting for much longer. After some hassled re-dressing and resulting discomfort, we were marched to the door. The lead stallion rapped against the door four times before opening it and presenting us to a rather well-dressed and well-groomed middle-aged stallion and a younger stallion whom I guessed to be his son.

We stepped inside the darkened room, there was a radio playing music softly somewhere in the room.

The older stallion made our escort leave and shut the door. Both him and his son looked at us before, he cleared his throat.
“Hello Ladies, my name is Augustus Binding. I’ve decided to show my heir the fruits of labour. And civilisation.” He patted a spot on the side of his mattress, while looking at me. “A little bit of chatter would liven things up, correct?”
The son took a cue from his father and motioned for Icepick to join him on a nearby couch. We both took our spots, both close enough to the stallion to be rubbing up against him. “So, what are your names?”
“Knight Icepick, third class, or as they like to call me here, Mama Bear.” Icepick responded with a clamour. The younger stallion seemed to shrink compared to him.

Augustus looked at me, “I’m Littlepip,” I said while looking at the floor.

“Ah, a shy mare. Well, my son is similar in that regard.” He looked troubled for a second. “In that case I think I’ll take my leave, Spindle don’t strain yourself.” He then got off of the bed. He gave an affable smile before closing the door.

At first, all was quiet. Just Icepick and I sharing a look, then deciding to expectantly look at him and wait for him to say something, anything. After about half a minute, Icepick huffed, sauntered over to him and sat on her haunches in front of him, looking him in the eyes. Without warning, she rested her forelegs on his hind legs and rested her head in his lap.

“C’mon, tiger, we’re both waiting on you, make your move!”, stroking his cutie marks as she did and slowly swishing her tail side to side. Her voice was husky and immediately his maleness began to expand. She moved a rear hoof that only I could see, it was moving in his direction back and forth. Oh. Oh… I walked forward just as she nuzzled his hardening thing. He moaned gently, his voice wasn’t the most masculine.

I saw that they were starting to get something good going after a rather poor start. But if he wanted to make his daddy proud he’d better start taking charge. Preferably with the straight mare in the room, though. Who seemed to be having a whale of a time with him right now, judging by how moist she was getting back there. I was, uh, spending this newly gained free time focusing on her nethers, because why not. We were in this together. Those nice, shapely nethers I wouldn’t mind burying my muzzle in-

“I notice what’s going on back there you little perv!”, came a shouted interruption to my reverie. I balked and flopped on my haunches, discomfort rising.

Spindle on the other hand, seemed almost relieved. He seemed to relax as Icepick turned away from him, his face quickly acquiring a smile.

“C-come o-on, no harm no fowl.” I stuttered out. Icepick looked like she was about to laugh, to make fun of me.

“You two are mine for the night right?” The young buck asked the two of us.
“Yeah, so where exactly do you wanna-” Icepick responded with equal amounts annoyance and enthusiasm.

“So, make out.” He said to the both of us, his eyes darting from hers to mine.
Icepick seemed to spit, I almost whooped, someone found something that caught her off guard… and for no other reason.

“Okay.” I said with steel in my voice and feigned reluctance. Icepick shot me a look of betrayal as I trotted up to her, the stallion then motioned for us to drop our dresses. Icepick turned to face him as he sat there, rubbing her rear against his hardness. I tried to remove my clothing sexily, but she was taking up most of his attention as she continually ran her tail across his muzzle.

“No, keep the panties on, gotta have something to show for this.” He said to us. Icepick turned from him, both of us dressed down. I pushed my muzzle against hers. Her lips stayed closed, but we both saw the stallion lay back and begin stroking his cock. It looked to be about average size, at least compared to the ones I had seen in the literature.

And with that, I took charge for the first time in my life. This was a fantasy opportunity if I excluded the reason why this came about, so I didn’t little things like ‘ineptitude’ or ‘zero experience’ keep me from enjoying this. Her tongue was initially hiding itself in the rear of her mouth, but after I searched for it for a few seconds, she pushed hers against mine. I took her up on the challenge and our tongues wrestled as she also started to push against me, landing me on my back with her on top of me. I wouldn’t have it any other way, any other place. Her barrel was pressed against mine, and the stallion was stroking himself close by. Yet I could ignore him. I could focus on Icepick. Her scent, her strong body, the feeling of her muscles against my softer form. I was enjoying every bit of this. I moaned into her muzzle as I arched my back to press against her body.

“Oh yeah,” He moaned in his nasally voice.

She didn’t return the moan but she did push her tongue deep into my mouth. Unconsciously I wrapped my forelegs around her barrel, and began dry humping her. Her fur felt so warm against mine, so good against mine.

“Um, stop doing that come suck me-together.” He said to us in a high pitched voice. Icepick pulled herself off of me, and as her head pulled away a long string of saliva connected us for a brief moment. All, I can say is: my panties were soaked. Then I realized what he had asked of us, and I gulped. First client request I didn’t really want to act on. However, Icepick had been a good sport with the kiss, so I decided to grin and bear it like Mama bear. Icepick had been patiently waiting for me to walk up next to her, head turned, and winked at me once I was in position. I opened my mouth and was about to, reluctantly, touch down on his shaft when Icepick gave me a “tut tut” look and said “Come on squirt, let’s do this for our-esteemed-customer!”, both of us turning our heads to face him.

“Okay, then! Go!”, he commanded, before reclining and closing his eyes. Icepick nodded at me, and we both lowered our heads, to hammock his shaft between our jaws, padded with our tongues. I made sure to follow her lead as she had the confidence of practice in her movements. Thankfully he didn’t see my muzzle wrinkle up and my eyes clenched shut as I tried to ignore the taste and texture of his… stallionhood. How hot it was, and how I could feel every detail of its uneven surface. A quick peek showed that now it was Icepick’s turn to enjoy, heck, savor this moment. Spindle, meanwhile, was none the wiser about this unspoken exchange and seemed to be having a great time. Meanwhile I noticed one of Icepick’s hooves slowly rising, to approach his ballsack.

“Mind if I play with your nuts a bit, master?”, she said half sarcastically.

He moaned something approximating a yes, and with that she began stroking his lower parts. With a subtle hoof on the back of my head she pushed me into his shaft again. “Suck him,” she whispered to me before ducking her head down to put her tongue on his sack. I had just gotten my mouth around his flare when he began bucking into my mouth. As I felt it invade my mouth over and over again, and begin twitching, he made it worse by putting a hoof on the back of my head. He kept my head still as his thrusts pushed into my throat.

Icepick was moving under me, out of the corner of my eye I could see her stroking his inner legs and nipping at his sack. The twitching was getting more rapid, the moaning louder. I was running out of air, the dick was choking me with his cock. With a last furious thrust he buried his shaft deep in my throat. The cum was a deluge of salty ick, as it passed directly into my esophagus. After he pulled his spurting thing out of my mouth, he began stroking my mane as he continued spurting over my face.

Icepick smirked at me as she came up from his wet testiceles.
“Lick it off,” he said to Icepick. I smiled back as she licked up the vile excretions.
“Right,” she said before tickling my face as she stickied my fur. I chuckled a little. After she had it all in her mouth I gave her curious look. She gave him a look with her mouth open, he nodded. Icepick sprang forward and pinned me under her as he watched with a glazed expression. Her mouth sprang open against mine and her tongue forced mine open, the slimey cargo fell into my mouth because gravity is never a friend. He gave a delighted giggle and rubbed his chin with his hoof. “Okay, I think I’m ready for some real action. So, I hear you’re a virgin?”, he asked me, eyebrows raised and obviously expecting a positive answer.

I looked over at Icepick, “Just tell him,” she said in an vexed tone. There was a moment before I spoke.

“Yes,” I pushed out of my mouth with effort. He smiled and pumped a hoof in the air. This buck wasn’t very mature, and my nethers seemed to dry at the thought of being penetrated by this buck.

“Okay, can you get on the end of the bed with your rears hanging off?” His voice was excited and altogether unarousing. I did as he asked letting my nethers hang off the bed, he asked me to flick my tail aside. The panties had more than enough moisture on them, he pulled them off of me with a his mouth, feeling me up as he did. His hooves weren’t ruff, and they were almost pleasant. Icepick then jumped up onto the bed beside me. She put her muzzle beside my ears before giving them a nip.

I yelped and he looked up, a little more aroused than before. I could feel his softened shaft rub against my rear as he worked it back up.

“That was for earlier, and now we’re even. The best part is, after this you’ll be less of a prize, and less afraid of dick. This is the best for you…”

I gulped, and Spindle grinned at me. Ugh, I’d even prefer to be taken by his father at this point, but I was here with him, right now. For what it’s worth, I had Icepick by my side for spiritual support. Speaking of which, she’d been sure to take up position where we could keep eye contact, as she did during my examination. I felt newfound confidence well up inside me. I braced myself for the inevitable penetration as he awkwardly climbed on me, shifting his weight around on me, sometimes almost painfully stepping somewhere on my back. Meanwhile Icepick seemed to stifle a grin at the painfully awkward sexual play of two obvious virgins as she encouraged me to bear with it with enthusiastic hoof gestures.
Wonderful, my first time would be with some weedy stallion who didn’t know how to treat a mare right and wasn’t the least bit appealing. Then again, I guess it could be worse, it could be violent rape given the circumstances of life in the wastes. He just, without even doing much in the way of foreplay, stuck it in there unceremoniously. Even as he broke my hymen he made no attempt to slow down. My marehood tightened around him, previous arousal lost, my walls tried to push him out. That only made him thrust harder and moan louder.

I felt my eyes getting wet. Icepick bade me to look at her. “Most stallions are better, or get better.” She whispered to her before letting a sad smile cross her face.
“I’ll take your word-ah-for it.” He kept banging his body against my rump. His thrusts were erratic. Rhythm or not, my nethers were warming up. It might have just been the friction, I could feel my lips engorging and my clit warming up. For better or for worse, at least he seemed to be nearing his climax. And sure enough, after another thirty or so thrusts, or twenty awkward seconds, he finished inside me. I felt it flush into me and eventually, leak out of me. A cursory glance at the sofa below me revealed a mix of blood and sexual fluids. I certainly felt sore enough to match. After a minute or so he pulled out of me and climbed onto the bed.

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We were lead to dressing room soon after, we undressed. After that we ended up back in our room, wondering if we couldn’t have bedded up with the stallion. He at least had a nice mattress. Icepick had already laid down. I decided with a little new found confidence…
I settled into our previous sleeping position, earning a questioning glance with an arched eyebrow. She knew. That stare held on for another five very uncomfortable, silent seconds before I curled up like a foal and she just let out a long sigh.
“Night Icepick,” I said in a thoroughly exhausted voice. My nethers still ached.
“Night squirt,” She said in a casual voice. “You did pretty well, we’ll get through this one way or another.” As she said this, there was an uncharacteristic hope in her voice, tenderness as well. Whatever she would become for me, I was glad I found her.

For the most part.

Cum tastes horrible, regardless of orientation.