The Trio

The change that came was ever so large, and boy, was it ever so welcome. Vodka Martini was a Shark Pony, single mother, and a bartender all rolled into one. To say she had a hard time raising her daughter was an enormous understatement. She had worked her ass off for so many years to make sure Citrus had the education she needed and the manners. Sometimes the manners were hard learned and she may have gone a little overboard with the mothering. All in all, though, her philosophy was “if they don’t hate you when they’re teenagers, you did something right.”

Shark Ponies were not exactly a rare breed. They were kind of like Bat Ponies in Equestria, you just didn’t see them every day. How they came to be was anypony’s guess. They don’t breathe under water, they don’t rip pony’s apart to feed and they were mammals, not fish. What they did have were dorsal fins, and long tails with shark fins at the end. They were also known for their very sharp, jagged teeth in their mouths. Many other ponies found this to be rather intimidating. However, if they were to use them to bite anyone for any reason other than self defense, there were some steep consequences.

Still, enough about that nonsense, Vodka was on vacation! The yellow Shark Pony with dark blond hair was staying in Ranchtown with her best friend, Frozen Pop. She invited the unicorn momma pony over to her hotel room every day and they went out on the town acting like crazy teenagers all over again. The two of them felt young, too. It had been so long since they allowed themselves to let loose and just say fuck it to all of those so-called “responsibilities.”

They hit up the clubs, hit on young studs, and even took some of them home for a good romp. They got drunk as hell and played spin the bottle. It was the first time they had made out since their young party days. Frozen and Vodka lived it up day after day, but that’s about the time when their age started to catch up to them. Both of them were in their forties, and their bodies did a thorough job of reminding them that they were not fillies anymore.

Morning time, the bright blue unicorn sat at the hotel room table with some extremely overpriced coffee in front of her. She had great big bags under her eyes and her head felt three times too large for its own good. Frozen Pop ordered a very large breakfast for the two of them. She had several pieces of bread and a toaster with a big stack of pancakes, with a tall glass of milk.

As she buttered her third piece of toast and started to pick up some pancakes to put on her plate, she saw that Vodka finally walk out of the bedroom. She looked surprisingly well for someone who chugged five or six screwdrivers the night before. Still, Vodka was a bartender, so she obviously had more experience than a mare who owned a frozen treat shop.

“Morning sunshine.” Frozen said as she smiled at Vodka, who flashed a smile to her as she got to the coffee maker.

“Been up long?” Vodka asked, pretty much knowing the answer to that as she scoped out the table. She went over to the chair across from Frozen and sat down, already fixing herself a plate. “I suppose you enjoyed yourself last night?”

Frozen smiled, already she could see all of the flirtatious stallions they met last night. It was a little bit hazy in her memory thanks to the booze, but she remembered a lot of the dancing and grinding she did. The aching in her legs certainly remembered it.

“Welp, it was fun, but it’s always dismal times when the vacation must come to an end.” Vodka said and sipped her coffee. “Back to that garbage dump they call a bar.”

Vodka had been working at that bar for quite a while. The worst part about it was the mildew smell that never went away. She swore to herself that if the owners didn’t change out that wood, she was going to rip out the foundation from under it and make that whole place cave in. Five years later, there she was, still wiping down mugs and dealing with drunk bastards giving her the wolf whistle. She rolled her eyes just thinking about it and eating her big blueberry muffin.

“Is it really that bad?” Frozen wore a face of concern for her friend. The whole time she was asking, Vodka was nodding her head. “And the owners still haven’t given you a raise?”

“Nope! Cheap bastards just give me a Hearth’s Warming bonus every other Hearth’s Warming Eve and think that’ll satiate me. I know I should be grateful to have had a job this long, but seriously, I’m not gonna retire off of this crap. They give me the bare minimum to live off of, and the way things are going, it’s not going to be enough. Prices are going up in Trample Bay. Thankfully, Citrus is paying her part of the bills now because she took up a waitressing job, but I can’t bare to see my own daughter waste her life away like I did. I don’t want to see her become old and wrinkled like her momma, working a dead end job.”

“Oh, Vodka, stop it. You’ve proven over the course of this vacation that you’re still that high school slut I remember. Damn floozy, sleeping with any stallion over nine inches.” Frozen said, bringing a smile to Vodka’s face.

“Speaking of which, how is that son of yours?” There was a purr in her voice that Frozen instantly caught onto.

Frozen’s instantly turned skeptical. Vodka tried her best to play innocent, but she saw through that immediately and sneered at the shark pony. There were several reasons why Frozen was slightly over protective of her son. Even though he was already making more than enough money to move out of her house, she never encouraged him to move out. In fact she tried her best to keep him there, leaving little “subtle” hints for him to stay.

“Winter’s fine, he’s quite the up and coming college student. I suppose Citrus is doing some college courses?” As soon as Frozen said this, Vodka gave a big sigh and lit a cigarette. She pulled an ashtray to her from across the table to her place.

“She’s taken one class since she graduated high school, and that was not from lack of trying. That girl is following in my hoofsteps so closely, it scares me, Frozen. It really does.” By her tone, it was obvious that she had more of a hangover than she was letting on. However, it was also a sore subject of conversation. “Oh, listen to me, we still have a whole day left before this is over, and I’m talking doom and gloom. I am sorry about that.”

“No, it’s something that should be handled. Don’t you think so?” Frozen said as she gave Vodka a look. The shark pony ashed her cigarette and and took a long drag as she raised an eyebrow. “I may or may not have some ties with someone in Ranchtown. If you want, I may be able to get you a better job.”

Vodka blinked.

“You mean Pearl Necklace?” Vodka’s eyes widened as Frozen nodded.

“I can’t promise you the moon and the stars, but I will stick my neck out for you. That’s only if you’re really wanting a change like that. I could get you something that’ll let you retire in the long run and get Citrus situated.” She bit into her toast and smiled as Vodka leaned in.

“Well don’t just sit there keeping me suspense. Whose cock do I need to suck and whose legs do I need to break?” Vodka’s anxiety was starting to take hold. The very small glimmer of hope for her and her daughter’s future was sitting there in front of her the entire time and she didn’t even think to ask Frozen any of these questions. Frozen had an enormous break when Pearl stepped into her life. She pulled her from a dead-end job and pretty much made her dreams come true with her little dessert shop. Now Frozen more or less paid for this entire vacation without breaking a sweat.

The bright blue unicorn smiled at Vodka’s gung-ho attitude. After seeing her with such worry on her face, it did her heart good to be able to help a friend in need.

“Well, first you need to know what you want to do. Then you need to know how to make money off of it.” Frozen said as she started putting jelly on another fresh piece of toast. “Then we can decide what step we should take next.”

“Sex sells.” She bared her jagged teeth in a grin. Her reply was instantaneous, and such a hard hitting sentiment that Frozen stopped buttering her toast and widened her eyes. “Sex sells and liquor sells.”

Vodka put her cigarette out and picked up a danish from a plate on the table. That jagged, toothy grin was still on her face. The sharky pony started to giggle a little bit at Frozen’s look of great surprise.

“Tell your friend I may have a few ideas I’ve always been tinkering with. The only problem is the initial cost will be pretty high. The good news is that it’s a fool proof plan that just needs the right mind to pull it off.” The intensity in Vodka’s eyes was heightened in that moment.

“Sex and booze,” Frozen said as she finally took a bite out of her toast. “Fine, Vodka, you’ve caught my interest, now don’t hold me in suspense.”

Citrus laid in bed, half covered in a blanket, her eyes closed. Her shirt had pulled up over her breasts. Her bright green belly and dark green nipples exposed, along with her golden nipple hoops that she didn’t bother taking off before bed. Other than the shirt, the young shark pony girl only wore white cotton panties. Her bright brown hair was a mess as it was scattered all over her pillow. Little by little, she was coming out of her R.E.M. and growing more conscious.

Suddenly, her ceiling light came on as bright as ever, already jolting her out of her sleep. Before she could even open her eyes, her mother came to her bedside and started shaking her.

“Citrus!” She shouted, making her daughter give a loud, high pitched yelp! “Citrus, wake up!”

“I’m up, Mom! What the fuck?!” She bared her sharp teeth at her mother. She didn’t even notice that her shirt was still all the way up over her chest. “You’d better have a damn good reason for startling out of my sleep!”

“I do! Now shut up and listen!” Vodka started caressing her exposed breast, and pinching her pierced nipple. “We’ve got a big opportunity here. I just got back from vacation with Miss Pop! I told her what’s going on with us and she wants to help.”

Citrus raised an eyebrow at her mother, and didn’t stop her from caressing her tit because she had the female equivalent of morning wood and her panties were already getting rather damp.

“Help? What? What are you talking about?” Citrus was still trying to get the haze out of her head. “Why do we need help?”

“Why? Because look at this dump! Your room can barely hold half of your stuff while the other half is in the garage! Our wooden frame is about to collapse over our heads and the cockroaches are in season! We are not doing well, Citrus, and the job at the bar ain’t cutting it!” She said this, and as she did she lifted her shirt up to expose her own nipple and push it into her daughter’s face. Citrus didn’t speak, thinking it better just to lick her mother’s nipple and start to suck on it gently. “Honey, this is going to be a new beginning for us. What I want you to do is pack all of your things and say goodbye to Trample Bay. We’re moving to Ranchtown!”

Her lips came off of Vodka’s nipple with a pop as her mouth hung open. “Ranchtown?! What are we doing in Ranchtown?” She watched as her mother began to grow a very devious grin across her face.

“We’re stripping!” Vodka proclaimed. It took about five or six minutes before Citrus could even begin to comprehend what was said.

A small loan of one hundred and forty thousand bits, some construction and a long-winded month of interviews later, and it was finally unveiled: The Sharkbite Lounge. This Gentlecolts’ club was rather large for a strip joint and was decorated in several different styles in several different rooms. There were four main rooms. The front room had one main stripper pole with three others evenly distributed throughout. There was a very large bar, tables and chairs along with cigarette machines and a DJ stand along the left wall.

The other three rooms were painted pink, black, and white respectively. Each one of them had one main pole and a runway. In the back of the building, there were VIP rooms and private party rooms all through and through. With a dim demeanor, colorful spotlights and a sound system that could cause an earthquake, the Sharkbite Lounge opened on May 25th.

Citrus paced in the main room, her fingers combing through her hair. She sighed, shaking her head. As she kept pacing, Vodka watched as she counted and recounted the money for the main cash register. For the third time in one minute, Citrus checked her watch. After a year of planning, construction, deliberating and execution, it all boiled down to one single hour. That one hour right before they opened, it was going to be the grandest of all openings. Not only were they opening to the general public, but they already had three VIP passes being given away to three with whom she was told deserved them.

Citrus rolled her eyes at the thought of three entitled assholes that just trapes around their brand new club and do whatever the hell they want. What if they break things and then just threaten to tell their new benefactor? Seriously, Pearl gave them this club on a silver platter, it felt like they made a deal with the mafia!

“Citrus…” Vodka said from the register, drawing her daughter’s attention. The two of them were dressed in lingerie that was more or less see-through. The hoops that were attached to Citrus’s nipples could be clearly be seen through her red bra that she wore underneath her fishnet shirt. “Your aura is emitting from your body and making me nervous.” She said as she picked up a shot glass full of tequila and poured it into the margarita mix that she had poured into a glass. “Drink this and be calm. We’ve got a full night ahead of us, and yet another one after that. We’ve hired plenty of help, which should be arriving in about thirty minutes.”

“Damnit, Mama! How can you be so calm at a time like this?” She said as she took the drink from Vodka, who smiled.

“I’ve already had three.” Her cheeks were already glowing a bit, giving evidence that they were some of the hardened alcoholic beverages. “We open at two, but you know those guys will be showing up soon. Now you be on your best behavior for them. Pearl said that they are to be our main priority tonight.”

She turned back to Citrus, who had already downed most of her drink before her mom had even stopped talking. “I don’t get it, what the hell is so important about these guys? Why do we need to give them everything we got? Did they even fork over the money for those VIP passes?”

“We were given money especially for their services. That’s all you really need to know, because even I’m a little foggy on the subject. All I know is that they are to be given the presidential treatment, so we’re going to show them our best hand.”

Citrus handed her mother the glass that had nothing but traces of the drink with the ice. Vodka was quick to refill it and give it back to her. They did this for a little while, and even when her mom thought maybe she’d had enough, Citrus gave her a look and waved her hand in a circle for her to bring on the next. In the end, the green shark pony had had five of them.

“There we go.” She said, her head was feeling a little heavy, but now she thought about the three possible asshole VIP’s coming into her bar but didn’t care one single bit. Her give-a-shit tolerance had reached new heights and now it was good to go.

“You sure you’re good? You know I made those pretty strong, right?” Vodka asked, and she was given a “duh” look from her daughter as she started to stretch and nearly lose her balance. That’s when both of them faced the door as there was a knock. “That would be the ladies.” She said and checked her watch.

They opened the doors for their new employees. Some were waitresses, some were strippers, and some of them worked in management. There was also five very muscular stallions working as bouncers and protectors of their employees. It was always the unspoken rules that went unheeded, so the rules of “Look but DO NOT TOUCH” was posted all over the bar.

Ring Ring was the first to show up to Sharkbite Lounge. She was the youngest of the strippers at nineteen years old. She was cute, bright and smiling with bright, wonderful youth that almost made Vodka sick. However, her tits were big and natural. Not to mention she was pink all over with a white underbelly that covered her breasts as well. The pink shark pony skipped in with her large gym bag at her hip. She was accompanied by the very large stallion with no mane, however, he had tremendous biceps.

Next was a black and white shark pony girl whose tits were so fake, but her very large ass was real. Yin Yang had about five years of stripping under her belt and she knew how to work the pole. The stripper pole, of course, you pervert. She had black main body while there were spotted patterns of white across the rest of her form. Out of all of the employees, she was the top choice.

There was an entire rainbow of colors among the girls at the Sharkbite Lounge, and already there were cars forming outside in the parking lot, waiting for the doors to open.

Then there came the DJ who brought his own station. All of the girls made eyes at him as he walked in with his very heavy looking equipment. There were two bouncers behind him carrying his speakers to the middle of the main floor. The dark blue pegasus set up his turntables, and his sound mixer while another technician worked on connecting the speakers. Night Moon had worked in a strip club before, however, never one of this magnitude. He knew he couldn’t DJ here every night, but he was more than flattered when they asked him to perform a show on opening night.

As soon as the music started playing, one of the bouncers outside, a white unicorn with dark green hair, opened the door. In walked three stallions that turned every head toward them. The rumor of having three initial VIP’s reached every ear and all of them were dying to meet them. The idea that only three stallions were able to make the cut was intriguing to everyone. A big, jagged grin stretched across Vodka’s face as he watched them amble inside. The lights and the music was already in full swing. The wouldbe patrons outside caught wind of this and started cheering as the door closed behind them.

“Wait a minute…” Citrus squinted as the room was now rather dark with all of the colorful flashing lights tracing across the floors and walls. “Is that…” Her eyes widened and her jaw dropped. “That’s Winter!”

There was the azure colored unicorn walking into the club with a pair of jean shorts on and a green tank top. Beside him was a red pegasus with a black mane and an Electric Circle shirt, his favorite band. Beside Fable was an orange unicorn of similar stature and build. His hair was blue and red sectioned and he wore a blue shirt with a thick red hoodie unzipped over it. He was clad in black gym shorts and it looked like they were already talking over the music and dancing as they walked in.

As soon as all three of them saw NightMoon, they went crazy! All of them shouted over the music “EEEYYY!!!” Citrus watched this with growing intrigue. Their pre-existing relationship with the DJ was obvious as all of them charged up to the DJ stand. At first the bouncers were thinking of intercepting them, but then Night Moon jumped down from the stand and they all greeted him with high fives and hugs. They talked for a moment, and then he directed all three of them toward the bar where Citrus and Vodka were watching all of this transpire. They waved their goodbyes to Night Moon and walked over to the bar.

“Citrus! Hey, what’s up?” Winter waved to her and she smiled, waving back. “I heard you were doing this with your Mom! I haven’t seen you around town, you been alright?”

“Yeah! We’ve just been ridiculously busy with the construction and planning, I haven’t had a whole lot of time for anything that involves light conversation.” They gave a small hug, but then Winter turned his attention to the older shark pony behind the bar.

She gave him a sly grin as his eyes turned to her. He walked up to her and they embraced over the bar, and Winter kissed her cheek.

“Vodka, how have you been?” He asked her.

“Just fine, honey. Is your mom coming to visit the bar soon?” She asked him and he nodded.

“She said she was going to come on one of your less busy nights.” Winter said, drawing a small laugh from Vodka. He could very clearly smell the booze emitting from her.

“Alright you three, remember to look, don’t touch, but enjoy yourselves!”Vodka said and turned them over to Citrus, who was too busy gawking at all three of them. It’d been a while since she saw Winter, and it seemed he had grown to be quite the stallion. She was rather strictly a lesbian, despite a few brief descents into the “other side.”

“Kay, follow me.” She said and motioned for them to come with her to the next room. The first shark mare was already standing on stage, wiping down the poll with a paper towel.

As soon as they walked in, all eyes of every lady turned toward them. They all gave wondrous exasperations and sounds of coos.

“Ladies, these are our VIP’s, please make sure they are looked after.” Before she even finished speaking, there were shark pony girls rushing up to grab one of the three. Winter was grabbed by a red shark girl with a long blue mane. Spark was grabbed up by a lingerie clad purple shark with short pink hair. Fable was jumped from behind by an orange shark who started to rub his muscular torso from the back, making the red stallion blush very visibly. Each of them were taken to different sides of the room, where the chairs were padded for extra comfort, and the music was turned up louder so that it was ready for the incoming patrons that would be entering in no less than twenty minutes.

“Hi!” The red shark plopped Winter down and dug both of her knees into the seat cushions beside his hips. “My name’s Dragon Blood, I’ll be your starter today.” She brushed her blue mane out of her face and grinned as her very scantily clad body began to rub against him.

“How are you liking the Sharkbite so far?” Winter asked, and they both had a laugh.

“For the thirty minutes I’ve been here and the two minutes I’ve actually worked, so far so good.” Her hands caressed his horsey cheeks and rubbed down his well chiseled chest and abs. “So, what makes you so important?”

“Well, I--” He was interrupted as her whole body turned around to reveal her thong clad ass and crotch to him. She had on a black lingerie, her thong was very slightly translucent, and also adhered to the shape of her privates. He was able to decipher what she looked like underneath her clothes very quickly. Her tail with the shark fin on the end lifted giving him a perfect view of her mound. “Ummm, it’s a long story.”

“No worries, just sit back, relax and let me handle things.” She laid her hand onto his crotch and began to rub, feeling his lengthening cock get harder. “I see you’re enjoying yourself.” She giggled.

Spark had very large purple E cup tits pressed against his face. The shark pony, Wave Walker rubbed her nipples all over his face, allowing him to lick them as they came across his muzzle. Her nipples were blue and her areolas took up much of the front of her very soft breasts. Wave’s breath quickened, making sure she wasn’t noticed by the bouncer, who was watching over the club, though since there were only three patrons, he wasn’t really on guard much. Her purple body was patterned with very vague, violet stripes as she was a tiger shark pony.

“You’re quite the manly specimen, I must say.” Wave slipped her hand underneath his shirt and caressed his rock solid abs. “You got a marefriend, by chance?”

Spark’s smile turned into a wide-eyed baffled look as he looked at her smiling at him. “Ummm, no, but I’m not really looking either.” He gave her a nervous smile as she pouted.

“Shoot, that’s a shame. I think I can convince you otherwise.” She grinned as could feel his hard on against her grinding pussy. Before he could even respond, she started to dry hump the outside of his black gym shorts. The way he cringed made her smile as her tits bounced up and down. Every once in a while, her breasts slapped his face softly, making her gasp at the sharp sensation of pleasure shoot through her. Her mammaries were especially sensitive, when he caught one of them in his mouth and began to suck, a tiny moan escaped her lips.

Wave cooed in his ear and nibbled on it a little bit, whispering into it. “Use your teeth.”

The orange shark pony rubbed her torso against Fable’s, and her eyes gazed into his. She placed both of his hands on her hips, which was obviously not proper stripclub edicate, but Fire Bright didn’t give two shits on a shit cracker. She pressed her fiery red bikini against him, her C cup breasts caressed him with pointed nipples that protruded through the cups.

“Did you want to talk about anything?” Fable said as he felt her tongue start to lick up the side of his cheek, making him shudder.

“Nope.” She whispered in his ear and then her hands moved his arms to where he was clutching her very round, juicy ass cheeks. “Unless talking includes this big guy.” Her hand clutched his massively hard cock, which was barely being contained by his pants. The orange shark girl growled at him as her palm pressed against his shaft, making him squeak a little bit. This made her smile as she grasped his shaft with her whole hand.

“Are you sure we should be--” She immediately uncovered her nipple and mashed it against his mouth to stop him from talking. Then she started to jerk him through his pants. As soon as he got a glimpse of her bikini bottoms, he noticed a very wet spot in them. Something told him he may have bitten off a bit more than he could chew.

Before he knew it, he locked lips with the shark mare and she put his hands on her breasts, letting him squeeze them. At first he thought that there would be a bouncer barging in on them and stopping them. However, when he looked over at the bouncer post, he noticed that he was gone. Apparently, the incoming crowd was a bit rowdy, and all of the bouncers were called into the main room. Five or six strippers were working with around fifty patrons and that became apparent as the whooping and hollering began.

With the bouncer gone, Fire Bright wasted no time at all. She put both of her hooves on either side of Fable’s lap and pulled her bottoms to the side, exposing her nice bright pink pussy. Using her amazing agility, she spun her entire body around with her hand on the armrest. Her pussy went into his face.

“Now lick my pussy.” She whispered to him just loud enough for him to hear over the loud, bumping music. As he complied with her, her face became much more intense. Fable couldn’t deny that her pussy tasted very nice, especially since she was so wet, her juices only spread over her lips.

Dragon Blood was already bouncing up and down on Winter’s dick. His blue manhood went deep into the red shark’s very wet cunt. Her bare tits flopped up and down as he gritted his teeth and watched as she grinned at him. She loved having no bouncer! Her first day of being a stripper and she was already getting balls deep! She loved how thick his cock was. It rubbed her pussy walls all over as she splurged juices all over his big bulging balls. Dragon’s big red ass bounced on his lap as she experienced orgasm after orgasm the more she shoved her pussy down onto him!

She tried her very best to keep quiet, even though the music around them hid her moans quite well. She didn’t want to get fired on opening night, but she also hadn’t gotten a good lay in a long time. This guy had a nice blue cock, her favorite color, and she just couldn’t help herself. Winter also had the fear of getting caught painted across his face, but in a strange way, that only made it better. There was just something about the public that made sex so much better.

“Aherm!” Both of them stopped in their movement and looked off to the side to see Vodka Martini standing there with a very annoyed grin on her face. Her eye twitched and the vein on her forehead was visible.

She pointed at Dragon Blood, making her recoil a little, then pointed toward the mainroom for her to go. The red shark asked no questions, nor did she waste a single second in pulling the blue horse cock out of her and getting her small bikini back on. She gave Winter a little wink as she scurried off toward the main room.

Winter smiled at her, but then looked over at Vodka, who wasn’t paying attention to him. Instead she was looking over at Electric Spark, who was doggystyling the purple tiger shark. Then she looked over at Fable with Fire Bright gagging on his deepthroated cock.

The place had been open for ten minutes, and already her club resembled a whore house. Winter thought that maybe she had forgotten about him, and he was quick to pull his pants back up to cover his throbbing penis. He slowly began to slide away from her while her back was turned, but she was very quick to grab him by the ear and pinch. He yipped in pain and discomfort as she brought his face to hers.

“Where do you think you’re going?” She glared into his eyes, causing him to sweat.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Citrus said to Fire Bright, who stopped sucking Fable’s dick just in time to give him the worst blue balls. Both of them looked at Citrus and the way she wobbled. Judging by the smell and the fact that her eyes could not focus, it was obvious that she had been drinking very heavily.

“Ummm, getting to know each other better?” As he talked, the only thing Citrus could pay attention to was the way his cock throbbed over and over. Both of her fists went to her hips as she stared them both down. First she glared at Fire Bright, then at Fable Prose. However, for some reason, her eyes went down to his phallus, which seemed painfully hard. It pulsated in front of her. Citrus tried her very best to stay focused, but the mere fact that he was balls out in front of her jumbled her brain to an extensive rate. She felt like an herbivore who suddenly got a taste for steak. It was at this point that she figured maybe she did have a little too much to drink.

"Alright, Mr. Big Stuff, come on!" She reached down and grabbed his hand. "Cover yourself up. You're going to talk to my mom about your behavior." She knew that turning him over to the bouncers was a bad idea. They tended not to like when they'd been caught blindsided, and it looked like he wasn't exactly touching the stripper against her will. Still, they weren't running a brothel, and he had to have some sort of repercussion. She would have given him the ass chewing of a lifetime, but her head was so numbed up and boozed that she didn't think she could get the job done.

That's when she got to the back room and noticed through the bumping sounds of the music that there was some other bumping sounds coming from her mother's office. Though, as the music went a bit more quiet, it started to sound more like slapping.

"Oh!" Winter breathed through Vodka's slaps as she stuck to a pattern. She wielded a large black leather paddle and swiped it down onto his naked behind. With another audible slap, he cringed but groaned afterward. His butt was very red at this point. However, her eyes went a bit lower as he was bent over with his hands on her desk.

"My my my, I'm giving you some serious slaps across your ass and here you are, hard as a rock." She said as her hand caressed his dong, rubbing it slowly. She felt the tight skin and the rock solid shaft it contained. It was a beautiful blue rod and it made Vodka's shark instincts come into play. "Why is that?" She turned to him and he looked at her from behind him. With a quick wrist movement, she slapped his penis to make it wobble. This made him tense up and take a sharp breath. She put her hand on the middle of his back and pushed him down onto her desk even more, making his ass stick out even farther.

"I'm sorry, Miss Vodka." Winter said. He didn't sound pathetic or sniveling, his tone made her believe that he was honestly apologetic.

"I believe you, Winter." She did, but that did not stop her voice from having that sly overtone. "But that's not going to save you from Mommy Vodka's punishment." The yellow, older shark pony woman grasped the length of his manhood and brought it back between his legs. She didn't lean it so far back as to hurt him, but he certainly felt it stretch a little bit. Then he felt a warm, wet sensation on his ball sack.

Vodka's tongue caressed Winter's blue scrotum all over. She made sure to get his balls all nice and wet. She even started to kiss them with a sensual touch. Vodka Martini's fingers caressed his cock as she sucked his nuts, and she felt his precum go down her forearm. He was already edged so much from fucking the stripper, but now she was ready to push him so close that he would be calling her mommy.

Somehow, Spark had made it to the changing room. There were four shark pony girls already in there. Wave Walker held his hand and led him in there with great confidence. Her pussy was already so full of his semen that she was hooked. The red and white spotted coy shark girl at the vanity sniffed the air, smelling the musk and spunk of a stallion. She turned to see Wave bringing a man in her while her gigantic tits were out.

"Wave, what the hell are you doing?" Shining Cloud asked as she looked to Spark, who waved at her. She smiled, waving back, but then turned a serious eye back to Wave. She wasn't angry, but she knew a situation that could get her in trouble when she saw one.

"He's a VIP, so I thought I'd give him the important pony treatment." She turned and beamed a grin back toward the orange unicorn.

"Uh huh, and it smells like he already inserted his payment into you. Judging by how you're walking, I'd be willing to guess it was a payload." Cloud, the coy shark looked all the other girls who were gazing at Spark. His muscles could be clearly seen through his shirt and his charm was palpable.

They curled their hair over their fingers, winking at him and showed off their shark tails toward him. Some of them had clothes on, some of them had not a stitch. This made Cloud roll her eyes and walk over to Spark. She pressed her G Cup buxom against his chest and caused him to sit back into a chair behind him.

"Fine, but only because I want to." Much like some of the other girls, she had come from out of town with the promise of work. With a rack as big as hers, she made a killing on stripping. This job was made for her and she wasn't going to let some studly, handsome, strong, beautiful specimen ruin it for her. The problem was that she hadn't had a good lay since she left Manehattan. She'd left many of her booty calls back there and now she was ready for a good one. She unleashed his hard on, which stood at full attention in front of her face. Her eyes widened at the size of it. "What the fuck?"

"Is something wrong?" Spark asked, grinning down at her. She gave him a playfully sour look until it changed into a sly smirk back at him.

"Not at all." She grabbed both sides of her tits with the bright pink nipples and squeezed them around his immensely sizable penis. "In fact, I haven't felt this good in a solid minute." She started wanking him with both of her tits. Before he knew it, the other girls started to watch from either side.

"You've got some nerve coming in here and disrespecting the Sharkbite Lounge!" Citrus said, standing over him with her fists at her waist. The green shark girl looked down at him as he sat in the chair across from her desk. One thing her mother made sure of was that she got her own office in this building. The two of them were coming into this as partners. As such, they were to share the glory, as well as the responsibilities that came with it. This meant that a sex scandal would thoroughly ruin everything they'd built so far. "And on opening night, no less. You were chosen as a VIP and-- uuhh..." She wobbled a bit, trying to maintain her balance.

"Ummm, are you okay?" Fable asked as he saw her cheeks start to grow very red. "Maybe you should be the one sitting down." He stood up and she backed up, her rump bumping against the top of her desk as she was forced to sit down. She straightened her tail over her clear desk and looked at him as he approached her.

"Don't worry about me, I'm a big girl, I know how to handle--" She burped. "Myself..."

"Really? Because if I don't miss my guess, your eyes haven't left my crotch." Fable said as he stood there. She looked up at him in the face and realized that he was right. She couldn't get that big, dark skinned dong off of her mind ever since she saw it.

"Ha, don't flatter yourself. I'm not going to lie, you have quite the impressive..." She paused for a moment to hiccup. "Equipment. But you missed the fact that I am a full fledged l-lesbian. And I don't need some two-bit pegasus to tell me what I am and am not staring at."

"You're still staring at it." Fable interjected.

"So what if I am?!" She stumbled a bit toward him and put her hands on his chest. His hands went to her elbows as they met face to face.

"Maybe you should drink some water and get some rest." Fable said, then he felt her hand press against his crotch.

"Maybe you should shut up and let me see it again." Citrus grinned, her cheeks still flushed as she unzipped his pants and let his cock flop out. Her hand gripped the shaft.

"But you're drunk, you shouldn't be--" He stopped talking as she bared her very jaggedly sharp teeth toward him. The look urged him to shut up as she jerked his cock with one hand and undid his pants with the other.

"Just shut up and let me do this."

"Oh God! You've been such a bad boy! Spank me!" Vodka's tits pressed against her desk as Winter continuously pushed in and out of her very wet and waiting vagina. He pistoned into her. Back and forth he banged her with merciless progression. "Spank me harder!"

Winter was behind her, his hand holding onto her long tail with the shark fin at the end of it. He held it out of the way as he plowed the mother shark like a total whore. She loved it! Sweat formed all over her face and beaded down as she was forced against her desk harder by the blue marvel of a penis that jackhammered her juice spattered pussy.

"Please--" Winter breathed. "Don't tell my mom." Despite his worry, he seemed to keep fucking her harder, his blue balls slapping against her clitoris and her moans ringing against the walls. It took him no time to cum. He had already been so far with the stripper that he couldn't hold it any longer. Jizz sprayed into her as her juice sprayed him back. Their respective private parts were soaked as the mixture splatted against her office floor.

"Don't tell her what? That her son has an amazing cock and knows how to fuck an old pro?" She said this, but then moaned again as he kept fucking her, even though he had cum so deep inside of her. "Fuck! You're gonna make me cum again! Oh God, yes! Make me cum again!"

Spark's jizz spattered against Shining Cloud's face as her tits did their work. The bright tanned dong twitched between her fun bags and unleashed a torrent into her chin, mouth, and cheeks. She moaned at the luscious cum in her mouth as her tongue licked it off of her chin.

"Cloud! We want a turn! When do we get to do him? I'm up in two minutes!" One of the strippers whined as she cursed and started to get dressed.

"You'd better get over here and earn some of it. If you really want it, you've got to work around me." Cloud looked up at Spark, who was gasping a bit. It was the fourth time he'd cum that night, and from the look of Cloud, she wasn't even close to being done with him yet.

"I see I brought you a good one." Wave Walker said as she watched from the sidelines, her rump parked on a vanity of the dressing room. She got up from the vanity and walked over beside Cloud, going own to her knees. She and Shining Cloud began to lick all along the sides of his still very hard shaft. His member throbbed once again, and they couldn't help but admire how energetic and enduring he was through all of this. Normally, the other stallions passed out at this point.

"Alright, you know what? I'm going to be greedy." Cloud said as she stood up in front of Spark, who looked up at her from his chair. She sat down into his lap and her very tight, wet snatch engulfed his entire cock with ease.

"Damnit, Cloud, I knew you'd do this." Wave said as she watched her pussy caress the cock in its entirety. She had to admit, though, the view was getting her very hot and bothered.

"And yet you did it anyway. This is not my fault." She said with a big, toothy grin on her face. Cloud watched as Spark's hands went up to caress her tits, them giving way to his grip. Their soft malleable form wobbled as he rubbed them both.

“I’m here all night, if that makes you feel better.” Spark proclaimed, even though Cloud still had him in an ironclad grip with her tits tantalizing him without mercy.

"That's right, lick away!" Citrus said in a very commanding tone. She looked back at Fable, who was underneath her. His tongue was thoroughly planted against her puss, giving it such loving licks. She sat on his face, his cock in front of her face in a sixty-nine position. Citrus had little to no experience with this, however, it wasn't as if she didn't admire the shape and the feel of a real phallus in her hand, and against her muzzle. Being a lesbian meant a lot of different things for many different women, none of them alike. She had her own reasons for choosing the gay team and she didn't regret it one bit.

However, now she had the chance she had been wanting for a very long time. She didn't want to become straight, or even bisexual, she just wanted a little taste. As such, she stuck her tongue out, almost biting it at the sharp pleasure that shot through her as he started to work her clitoris over with his tongue and lips. She cringed a little bit, and then gorged herself on his hard prick. It slid through her mouth, over her tongue. It was such a strange taste. It was like skin, but much more salty, maybe tasting like a savory soup. Whatever it tasted like, she didn't hate it, in fact the texture of his cock, the middle ring, the glans penis and the shaft all came together to make it quite the interesting experience.

The fact that his tongue was digging through her cunt definitely helped the matter in his favor, too. Over a moment later, her legs began to twitch something fierce.

"Y-you're really good at this!" She took his dick out of her mouth and looked back at him. The green shark pony could see his chin as it went back and forth. She couldn't see his tongue as it was buried inside of her, but the feeling only enhanced as she watched. Then she looked back at his warm, wet member and sighed. She was a virgin to stallions, but she'd had plenty of girlfriends fuck her with strap-ons and various other things. This notion was further entertained as his tongue began to grind against her pussy lips. There really wasn't much of a choice in the matter.

Without warning, she slid off of his face and went down with her crotch over his. She was entirely too wet to second guess herself at that moment and the booze certainly helped her concentrate and think that what she was doing was what she wanted. No matter how much her lesbian voice of reason shouted at her, it did not deter her from sitting on his long, hard cock and pushing it deep into her quim.

She cried out hard! Citrus had only played with toys this size once or twice before. It didn't hurt, but his girth stretched her hole. Whether she would regret it in the morning or not, she started to bob her ass up and down on him, her tail swishing up and down as she did.

"Oh! Fuck! God damn! Why did you have to talk me into this?!" Citrus shouted, plunging down the rabbithole even farther. "Fuck your cock is big!"

"Hey, you're the one wh--ooh!" She was entirely too tight for him to argue with her. He simply laid back and watched as she reverse cowgirled him. He got a great view of her nice ass, and the pussy that strangled his dick unmercifully.

It seemed like she could go all night, until she cried out hard, her head jerking straight up and her pussy beginning to tighten and loosen on him rapidly. Before he could even say a single word, his dick exploded inside of her. She was slamming down on his lap at this point. His juices flew out of her crotch as he continuously fired spunk into her innards. They came together as his hands squeezed her butt cheeks.

Citrus's eyes glazed over for a bit as she slowed down her pushing.

Winter and Vodka laid longways over her desk. Their clothes strewed all over her office and jizz puddles scattered all around where they lay. The yellow shark mare rubbed her hand over his chest as she smiled at him.

"So... I was just wondering." She said to him, getting his attention. "I couldn't help but notice you said for me to not tell your mom."

His eyebrows raised up a bit. The azure unicorn stallion looked down at her to see she was grinning.

"Why in Equestria would I tell her I fucked her son?" She laughed a bit. "I don't see what I have to gain from doing that."

He chuckled a little bit, knowing that if she told Frozen Pop anything about this, he would be in more trouble than she could imagine.

"Now, next time you come to my club, I expect you to behave yourself. And if you feel like misbehaving, you come right back to my office and you tell me all about it." Her hand rubbed up to the cheek of his smiling face.

The club was closed at two in the morning. The patrons had all left and the employees were all getting ready to go home. As always, the bouncers walked them out of the club into their cars in the back parking lot.

Citrus and Vodka walked Winter and Fable out to Spark's blue electric car. To their surprise, he was in it with what looked like another girl.

Fable opened up the back door and crawled inside. "Spark? Who is this?"

The coy shark with the red, white and black spotted patterns all over her smiled back toward him with her arm around Spark's shoulders.

"Cloud? What are you doing?" Citrus asked as she leaned toward the window of the car.

"I found another ride home. Don't wait up." She winked at the green shark girl, who glowered.

"Bye you two! Thanks for having us!" Winter waved at them, as did Fable. They waved back as they drove out of the parking lot. The two shark girls stood there in the middle of the empty lot. Vodka turned to her daughter with a big smile on her face.

"So, how was he?" She asked, drawing a befuddled look from Citrus.

"What?! How did you--" She was interrupted by Vodka laughing.

"Because you're glowing like the sun, my dearest. You're glowing in a way that only a stallion can make you. Now spill it, girl." Before she even finished talking, Citrus was already walking away.

"Nope! This conversation is over!" Citrus kept walking to their car.

"Oh, but sweetie! Mommy wants details! You know I can tell how good it was by just smelling your office, right?" Vodka declared, drawing a gasp from her daughter.

"Gross!"