Hunter soared through the air below the canopy as he headed towards Hollow Shades Elementary. The building stood in the middle of a clearing away from other buildings, three stories tall, circular, and made of the same dark wood as all of the other buildings within their forested town. Yet during this time of year, more festive coloring had been added to it. The rows of large arcing Princess Celestia sized windows were now laced with large pink hearts. Bats flew around, many of them holding red and pink paper hearts in their little feet as they flew around the building making slight chirping noises and squeaks. One or two of these bats even had little boxes of those heart shaped candies which they dropped on the heads of fillies and colts heading out the windows on their way home as the buzzer sounded.

Managing to maneuver around the swarm of youthful thestrals, Hunter paused to watch them pass. Some of them had lunch boxes which they held in their mouths, looking slightly down at the moment. Others looked elated as they carried in their tiny fanged mouths small paper hearts, their own lunch boxes stuffed within their saddle bags which appeared to almost be bursting. A grin appeared on Hunter’s face as he remembered back in the night when he was that age when he had gotten his first heart from a young filly. He could understand why those without the hearts looked so down, but he wasn’t that worried. They still had time before Hearts and Hooves ended.

It was several minutes later when the last two left the school: a colt and a filly who were flying so close that they were nuzzling their cheeks together. Again Hunter smirked at the sight, silently wishing them both the best of luck before he headed into the building.

Now inside, Hunter landed inside a classroom which also had been decorated for the season. On the ceiling, the school’s trained spiders had been at work constructing a web above the student’s heads. Without any difficulty, Hunter could make out several shapes within the webs. There were a few hearts, but most of the images depicted pairs kissing. A colt and a filly, a filly and a filly, and even a pair of colts with their lips firmly locked. On the walls were a few large posters with the princess of love herself, depicted as bringing two young ponies together with her wings. It had been kind of Princess Cadence to travel here and pose for these posters along with young thestrals. For a moment he did wonder what the rest of Equestria would say if they ever saw the devious look in the mare’s eyes or the slight smile she had on her lips as she looked down on the two young thestrals. Or the look the two foals were giving each other. But the thought passed as quickly as it came.

Posters and other such holiday decorations were things that most ponies would expect, perhaps universal in all schools throughout Equestria. But here in Hollow Shades there were other changes for the holiday that were hard not to notice. Like, for example, how the room felt more open and spacious as all of the desks had been removed. In their place, heart shaped bean bags were placed in the room large enough for two of the little ones to lay on. Just looking around Hunter could see that some of them still had the indents of their occupants. Near each of the bean bags were a pair of clipboards which lay haphazardly on the floor, no doubt left there as the students ran out the window on their way home.

While the room was cleared of all the fillies and colts that did not mean that it was empty. In a corner of the room was Moondancer, using her magic to put away pink rectangular boxes on a nearby shelf. Her back was turned to Hunter, but no doubt she had heard him landing as she spared a brief glance so she could see who it was out of the corner of her eye. Briefly, Hunter could make out a small smile and a twinkle in the eye of his nerdy sub before she quickly turned her head to look forward. Perhaps she was hoping that Hunter would sneak up on his ‘unsuspecting’ mare before taking her within this empty classroom.

“Let’s see, where does this one go?” said Moondancer aloud, ears flattening against her head as she spoke. While Hunter couldn’t see it, he could tell there was a slight smirk on her face as her magic began to levitate things more slowly. She then began to hum, as if she were thinking about something intently while her flank shook a little. Her tail even raised a little as she did this, her moist sex appearing for small instances. Even from where he stood, Hunter could catch whiffs of her need at the moment.

A small smile of his own appeared on the stallion’s face. “Sorry Moondancer, but you’re going to have to wait,” he said as he approached his nerdy mare. Boxes dropped around her as Moondancer turned around, a look similar to betrayal on her face.

“B-But,” she stammered as her Master now stood in front of her, straightening himself to appear more in command. Seeing this, Moondancer lowered her head a little while giving him a pleading look. “Please. Tonight’s class was all about sex and…and I’m teaching them about pleasuring themselves.” She paused to moisten her throat, Hunter taking this moment to pick up one of the boxes. Through the plastic window, he could see a bright pink vibrating egg in its casing. Nothing at the level that one would find in the Clocktower, but something simple for one’s first time.

For a moment, Hunter remained silent as he licked his lips. It was so tempting right now to take Moondancer right here. To throw her onto the desk as she used her magic to make sure they weren’t interrupted. To lay in with the dirty talk while spreading her legs apart before an empty classroom, ordering her to imagine her class was there watching their horny teacher. To cum on her deck and force her to lick it up before coating her entire body with his seed! Just to lose themselves in the moment of pleasure. But…

“Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you like I always do,” said Hunter as he brought a wing to her cheek, slowly tracing her jaw as Moondancer’s eyes closed. Already she was leaning forward while adding a bit more weight to his wing, a soft coo escaping her lips. Then, with agonizing slowness, he pulled his wing back. “I just need you to be a little patient. You can do that for me, can’t you?”

There was a small pout on Moondancer’s face now, her cheeks slightly puffing out that made her look all the more adorable. Yet it didn’t last too long as Moondancer let out a sigh. “Alright then. So, how did the rest of your lunch go with Wallflower?”

“Very productive,” said Hunter as he gestured towards the door with a wing. The nerdy sub nodded before her horn lit up. There was a momentary flash and, when it faded, everything was put away properly as they headed out the door. “We had a nice little chat that helped me learn a bit more about her. I think she might be an exhibitionist.”

“Oh?” said Moondancer, turning to look at him as they went down the hallway. “I had a feeling that that might be the case back in the bedroom. She seemed more excited when we were sitting there, watching her. But how did you come up with-” Her words were cut off as a door slammed behind them followed by the scampering of hooves racing towards them. Neither pony spoke as a small filly whose cutie mark had yet to appear raced past them, quickly saying goodbye to Moondancer as she went. It was only when they were alone again, the filly no longer in sight, did Moondancer continue. “How did you figure it out?”

Hunter smiled slightly. “I asked her where she came up with the idea of that, well, you know,” he said, careful not to say anything where other ears might pick it up. “Apparently her imagination has been acting up ever since she saw us. She had a dream like, well, what we did. And it hasn’t been the only one. She told me that she had another dream where she was brought to ‘me’, squirming slightly in her seat during certain parts. Like when she and the, ah, other mares were being brought into this city and the guards were looking at her. Or when other ponies appeared in our room, watching her. I don’t know if she realized it or not, but when she talked about those moments her voice hitched slightly and her cheeks began to darken.”

“Hmm, I see,” replied Moondancer slowly as the two made their way down a ramp, leading to the first floor and out of the school. There was an odd way she said it that caused Hunter to raise an eyebrow, however when he glanced at her, Moondancer’s face was more thoughtful than anything else. Then, as they made their way out of the building, Moondancer continued. “So, is that how you figured it out? Or was there more?”

“Well, after hearing that I had a pretty good idea,” said Hunter with a nod. “Still, I wanted to make sure so. While she was telling me about her dream my own imagination began to work up and, well, I told her to close her eyes and listen to me. I watched her reactions as I told her about an improved version of the end of her dream.”

“And was I in this little fantasy?” asked Moondancer, a sly look on her face and a hopeful tone in her voice.

Hunter let out a chuckle. “Of course you were,” he said before giving a quick kiss on the cheek, causing his sub to blush. “You were near me the entire time. In fact, you were also in Wallflower’s dream as well.” Moondancer didn’t appear all that surprised, just smiling nodding her head a little to single Hunter to continue. “Basically, you and Lightning were there, dressing up Wallflower in a ‘special’ outfit. In front of a crowd of high end nobles. The reaction I got just confirmed what I believed. You should have seen her! I thought she was going to cum right there at the table! Then, when I was done, I asked her what she wanted to do tonight and she said she wanted to enter that amateur stripping contest. So, yeah, pretty sure she’s into exhibition.” As Moondancer nodded her head Hunter bit his lower lip as he remembered what else had happened during lunch. “Though, I will admit that my fantasy did get a little carried away in one part. It was the outfit ‘you’ and Lightning put on her. I, er, sort of had this idea that a part of it would depict her station… as a breeder.”

Moondancer slowed down a little at that, turning to look at him with a neutral look. “And judging by the fact that you didn’t come flying to me right afterwards to warn me that she was leaving town to report us, she didn’t mind,” said Moondancer, lowering her glasses a little as she spoke.

“Yeah,” said a very amazed Hunter, taken aback a little by this. “In fact, she seemed flattered that I would even consider doing that to her. That I could see her that way. Then one thing led to another and we kissed.”

Moondancer let out a small hum as the two turned a corner which led them into a far busier street. All around them the two could see pairs and groups of thestrals moving from shop to shop, having a good time. Hunter noticed a couple at the local chocolate shop, a blushing mare holding out her tongue as her stallion places a small heart shaped chocolate in the middle of her tongue. Slowly she took the treat in, eyes closed, while her blush deepened just before she looked like she was going to faint. Near them, a group of fillies were trying on different heart shaped glasses and giggling to each other before sharing a few kisses between them. Naturally other shops had customers coming and going, the shops trying to get ponies to buy from them before the big night while those shopping were doing their best to fight the temptation not to spend all their bits right away. Sadly, some of the out of towners were there as well, walking in a group down the street chanting ‘Party! Party!’ over and over again loudly. Why they hadn’t been kicked out of town yet was beyond Hunter, but if he had to guess it was because they were only disturbing the peace right now. That or they had connections in Canterlot that afforded them so protection…but Hunter highly doubted it. They had had Canterlot ponies in Hollow Shades before and their rank never really protected them as much as they thought it would.

“How do you feel about her?” Moondancer asked at last, pulling Hunter from his thoughts. He looked at her, finding a very serious expression on Moondancer’s face.

Hunter didn’t answer right away, looking down at the ground as the two continued to walk. How did he feel about Wallflower? Well, he had been honest with her when she asked if he wanted to breed with her. Wallflower was a very attractive mare in his eyes since she was his type, something he had told both his herd and the mare as well. But there was something more with her than just appearances. From what he had seen from her, Wallflower was a very honest mare with an open mind. She had told them that she was a member of the Sol instead of lying to them and she was willing to give their lifestyle a try, even making this crazy bet to see them halfway. He had no trouble talking to her. So…

“I like her,” said Hunter at last, turning to look at her. “And I’d like it if we all got to know her a bit better.” Moondancer let out another hum causing Hunter to raise an eyebrow. “What about you? Do you not like her?”

“If I didn’t like her then I wouldn’t have loaned her my books,” said Moondancer, perhaps a little too quickly. Her ears flattened against her head as she turned to look in front of her. “It’s just…do you think we’re pushing her a little too much. I mean, somewhere in her mind she’s already thinking of you as, well, you know.”

“Well we ‘clicked’ pretty fast remember?” said Hunter with a slight grin, his wing slightly shoving her shoulder. At the same time, Moondancer’s face turned bright red with steam coming out of her horn. She looked at Hunter, her mouth moving with half formed words coming out.

“T-That was…I mean I was…,” she managed to say while her eyes darted from left to right. “We…You…I guess we were…”

Hunter let out a laugh causing his sub to puff her cheeks again. “Calm down and use your words,” he said in a good humored manner. Moondancer heard this, her ears lifting slightly while a small smile appeared on her face. Though her face still looked a little on the red side, it was slowly fading as she relaxed and composed herself.

“Ok, you have a point,” said Moondancer before letting out a sigh. Briefly she reached to touch her choker with a hoof, a small smile appearing on her face. “We did get together pretty fast after that one session. And Lightning became a part of our lives pretty quickly as well. So if you compare Wallflower to us, then I guess we’re taking it slow with her. Maybe I’m overthinking it.” Moondancer then looked at Hunter with a serious look in her eyes again. “Perhaps I should talk to her. Just to see if there is anything we should worry about.”

Hunter said nothing for a moment, just continuing to walk as he mused over this. Was he worried about what Moondancer said, that on some level Wallflower was starting to think of him as a Master? To be honest: yes and no. On one hoof, her dreams could have been just that: dreams. Just random stuff her mind came up with as she slept. Or her mind was just coming up with fantasies it wanted to try, using Hunter and his herd as characters since she didn’t know anypony else. He also could take her dreams, as well as her admission of said dreams, that she was beginning to see their way of life had some appeal to it. Honestly, he would have been more worried if Wallflower had admitted that she killed Moondancer and Lightning in her dream before having sex with him! On the other hoof, she was walking into a world so unlike anything she had ever experienced before. Feeling powerful things that she had never felt before.

A frown appeared on Hunter’s face as he thought back to that moment before they kissed. He remembered how flustered Wallflower had been when he had told her about his fantasy. And he had meant what he had told her: that if she were a member of his herd and was ready for that next level he would breed her. What he saw in her eyes nearly shocked him. She was crying. Crying because nopony had ever told her anything like that before, thinking she was not even worth noticing, let alone kiss. Nopony deserved to feel like that. Yet, it made her vulnerable to so much to what she was now feeling. No telling what she would do if she thought it would be suddenly yanked away from her.

“Alright,” said Hunter at last. “Just be gentle with her. And see me afterwards.” He added as the two continued to walk, hoping he was making the right decision.

Later, when the sun was just beginning to rise, Wallflower found herself in a small backroom with maybe two dozen or so other mares. The room reminded her of a locker room, with lockers that were five tiers tall and looked so small that one could barely fit a saddle bag in them. Behind her was a bench that stretched the length of the room that looked well polished. On the opposite wall were several make-up stations, each one having a cushion for a mare to sit on as they looked into a mirror with bright lights surrounding it. In this room were two wooden doors in this room, with one leading straight to a washroom that also had a couple of showers. The other door led into the club.

A wave of nervousness washed over Wallflower, her heart racing as opened the locker to see the outfit the club was providing her to wear for the contest. Her legs trembled a bit at the vile fabric, something that only served to remind her what sort of place she was now in. The place she had walked into of her own free will. That soon she would be out there, shaking her flank in front of complete strangers on a stage, exposing her sex for them! What had she been thinking?!? Had she been thinking? The decision to do this had been so sudden that it had surprised her. Now that she was here, she couldn’t help nervously shaking slightly.

But at the same time, Wallflower felt her sex growing moist as she thought about it.

“So, who’re you dancing for?” Wallflower’s ears perked at this, turning to look at the other occupants in the room. Most of them were young, ranging anywhere between just leaving fillyhood and slightly older than Wallflower. There were a few older mares as well, with one looking like she could be in her forties, but still looking highly attractive. Nearly all of them had already put on the attire given to them as they stood around by the mirrors, hoping to get a chance to do some last minute touch ups. Those that hadn’t gotten dressed were complaining that the outfits weren’t ‘sexy’ enough.

“My coltfriend,” answered the other mare as the two stood in line waiting. “He’s going to be sitting near the stage! What about you? Anypony out there come to cheer you on?”

“Just a mare I’ve had my eyes on for a while,” answered the first mare. As she spoke, a devilish grin appeared on her face while her tail rose slightly, as if in anticipation for what was to come. “We’re not together…yet. But I plan on changing that once I give her a very special ‘show’.” Wallflower gulped as she tried to avert her eyes, yet something compelled her to stare. She could see that the mare’s thong as it pressed against her sex, but parting just before it could cover her ponut. The earth mare’s lips trembled as she saw something inside that hole, something that looked like a gem sparkling in the light.

Ahead of the two, a middle aged mare chuckled aloud before turning her head to look at them. “Ah, that brings me back to when I first danced for my husband,” she said before striking a pose. The older mare’s wings extended their full length, nearly pushing two other mares on her sides away. Not that the mare seemed to notice or care as her own flank did a little bounce, revealing her own attire for the briefest of moments. “That was a night to remember. The feeling of the lights on my fur, the beat of the music in my ears, the lustful gazes of everypony out there.” She paused for a moment to let out a short giggle. “Not to mention the feeling of his cock against my belly after I stepped down to give him a very personal lap dance! With how fast we flew to get to his home, we could have been made Wonderbolts. Hopefully we get to relive that ‘not so little’ experience tonight!”

“Hurry up mom,” came another, younger voice. Looking over to where it came from, Wallflower saw a mare in her late teens tapping her hoof while her narrow eyes remained glued onto a mare fixing up her mane. “You’ve been in front of the mirror for like forever!” The older mare said nothing at first, just continuing to work on her mane. Now Wallflower had to bite her lower lip as it seemed that the younger mare was not calling her ‘mom’ as an insult for the two shared far too many features. Same mane color, coat color, their faces looked almost identical except for a few lines under the eyes of the older.

“I just want to make sure we knock them dead dear,” said the older mare, grinning into the mirror before blowing a kiss at it. “Mmmmm, those horny out-of-towners won’t know what hit them. Hopefully one of them can provide a good rut for more than three minutes.”

Conflicting feelings began to run through Wallflower’s mind and body as she stood there, the lone earth pony within this small locker room. On one hoof, this place was just about the picture perfect vision of lunacy that the Sol sought to destroy! A place that should have been making Wallflower feel utterly sick to her stomach. She knew what she should do: leave this place so quickly that nopony would notice that she didn’t even give an excuse before hopping on a chariot to round up every member of the Sol so they could begin to cleanse this place. If there was any place that deserved such a fate, this was it! It was far worse than what was going on in Hunter’s house because, to be fair, it was his house and his bedroom. But this was a business that allowed sexual deviants to seduce those who walked through their doors, letting these mares rob them of their purity as well as their bits. No doubt making them feel unclean as they left.

Or, at least, that’s how she should only have felt. Because there was something else within her that conflicted with her teachings. On some level… she was admiring these mares! They all seemed so confident in what they wanted, talking about it with no shame or remorse. Looking forward to having fun. By all that was pure in Equestria, when had Wallflower done anything like that? The closest she ever came to was when she was watering the plants, but that was partly out of duty and loneliness. Those mares, the one with the coltfriend and the one with the husband, they were doing this to surprise the ones they loved. Or, at least, she hoped that was the case.

“Hey you,” came a voice, breaking Wallflower from her thoughts. Nervously, Wallflower turned to look at the mare who had spoken to her, seeing a charcoal colored mare standing there with a stern look on her face. As her golden eyes narrowed, Wallflower became aware that the room had gone silent. Briefly glancing to the side, she saw that all of the mares in the room were looking at her before returning to look at the mare.

“Yes?” said Wallflower slowly and carefully while slightly raising one of her hooves. The green mare also did her best to smile, as if hoping it could ease the tension. Only she could feel how unnatural it felt without needing to see it in the mirror.

“You,” said the mare again. “I saw you the other night. You’re that member of the Sol, aren’t you? The one hoofing out fliers and trying to get us to join you!” A loud gasp with one mare even doing an overly dramatic faint, bringing a hoof to her forehead before swooning and landing on the ground. “Yeah, I’m right. I recognize that sweater you’re wearing. Don’t try to deny it!”

“I’m…I’m not going to,” mumbled Wallflower as she felt herself sink closer to the floor, her body beginning to shake with fear as the mares began to surround her. Glancing around, she saw that all of her exits were being blocked by these bat winged ponies. Some were even hovering in the air as if they thought Wallflower would try to leap over them in order to escape. All of their eyes were on her now, narrowing just like the charcoaled mare. Their smiling faces had morphed into something angry, baring their fangs at Wallflower.

“What was the plan Sol bitch?” demanded the charcoal mare, nearly spitting in Wallflower’s face as she spoke. She inched every closer, the hairs of her mane looking like they were about to stand up straight while more of her teeth could now be seen. “Come in here, get our names or cutie marks, and then race back to your buddies so you can fuck up our lives like you do with everypony else?!?” Some of the mares in the room sounded like they were now hissing, their features turning more and more menacing by the second.

“N-N-N-o,” stammered Wallflower in barely a whisper. But she couldn’t say any more than that as she couldn’t understand what was happening. She had thought that the ponies here were warming up to her again. Had she just seen what she wanted to see? Regardless, for the first time ever she feared for her life, wondering if it would end here in this tiny locker room far away from her home.

“Well, that’s not going to happen,” continued the charcoal mare as she stepped even closer, clearly not hearing what Wallflower said as her life began to flash before her eyes. Her very, very lonely life. “See, the Sol thinks they can bully us like they do with the rest of Equestria, then they are sorely mistaken! We’re going to make sure they get the messag-”

“OK everypony, I’m back,” came a sudden voice right after the sound of doors opening broke the tension. As soon as the voice was heard, Wallflower saw that all of the eyes that had been staring at her had grown wide while the rest of their faces took on a more surprised appearance. “I picked up all the sexy lingerie I had in my clearance aisle so if any…pony…wants…what the hay is happening in here?” It was then that the crowd that had surrounded Wallflower began to part slightly, allowing her to see who had entered.

Standing at the doorway leading into the club were two mares. One of them Wallflower recognized instantly as Nighttime. The prostituting mare was standing there, head tilted in confusion as she held a pair of panties in her mouth. But she wasn’t the one who had spoken. No, that had been the mare standing next to her. A mare with a grey coat and a purple mane which had a single black stripe running down the middle. Her golden eyes, which had been wide with confusion for a moment, slowly began to narrow as she surveyed the scene while Nighttime looked like she was sucking on the panties. It…It was an odd duo to say the least.

“P-Passionate,” stammered the charcoal mare. As she spoke, all the other mare’s began to back away slowly as if they were trying to pretend that they had been doing nothing wrong. The charcoal mare began to look around her, her eyes looking terrified that they were all deserting her now. “I-It’s not what you think!”

“Oh really?” said Passionate as she walked closer to the pair. As she did, Wallflower could see that the grey mare had her saddlebags on which were both stuffed to the brim with panties and stockings. “Because it looks like you were harassing an out-of-towner to me!”

Nighttime said, or at least tried to say something but it came out all muffled. Quickly realizing this, the mare flung the panties she was carrying in her mouth into the air which then fell on her mane. “Bad Snuggles!” cried Nighttime as Snuggles cringed a little. “How could you do that to Wallflower?” Wallflower blinked, slowly raising herself off the ground as Nighttime galloped over to her. Within a heartbeat, Nighttime had wrapped her wing around the green earth mare before pulling her very, very close. “This is just a poor, sweet, naïve mare!”

“She’s a member of the Sol!” roared Snuggles as she pointed to Wallflower.

“Oh, I know,” said Nighttime and Passionate at the same time. This shocked every other mare in the room, including Wallflower. She knew that Nighttime knew that she was in the Sol, but how did this Passionate mare know? And if she did, why wasn’t she angry or look all distrustful at Wallflower like so many others?

“Y-You know?” stammered Snuggles as she looked at Passionate.

“Yeah, the mayor told me about her after she showed up in his office,” said Passionate as she rolled her eyes. “He felt I should know about her since I’m in charge of the Hearts and Hooves celebration. Just wanted to know in case she caused any trouble. And, in all honesty, she’s been behaving herself rather well. Especially compared to that large group of party stallions.” Passionate then turned to look away at a floor corner of the locker room while the words, “Dumb colts,” could almost be heard by all.

“And I met her yesternight,” said Nighttime loudly, speaking as if she just wanted to throw in her two bits. “Did you know that she’s staying and helping out with Great Granny Aroma? Well she is! And she delivered some Waterfall Lilies to me! She even told me and Sugar she was in the Sol after making the delivery.”

“Then why is she here?” demanded Snuggles as she pointed an accusing hoof at Wallflower, who was still on the ground. As she spoke, Wallflower saw that their gaze had returned to her. Yet thankfully it wasn’t as vicious as before. Perhaps due to the fact that Passionate was in the room. “If you both know that she’s a member of the Sol, then why is she in this stripping contest? Doesn’t that seem strange to you?”

Passionate said nothing at first. Merely regarding Wallflower for a moment before nodding her head. “Yes, being here does seem to go against all their ‘teachings’,” admitted Passionate. As she spoke, Snuggle’s face took on a joyous smile of pure triumph while Wallflower’s heart sank a little. She might have fallen completely into despair had Nighttime not been there, still holding her close. Out of the corner of her eyes, she could see the other thestrals moving just a little bit closer. Perhaps if she begged them, they might let her go and-

“But that still doesn’t give any of you the right to harass her like that,” finished Passionate, Wallflower’s eyes widening at that. But not as much as the other mare’s in the room including Snuggles!

Snuggles blinked at that, staring back at Passionate like she had just been smacked upside the head before finally rolling her eyes. “Seriously? After what she and her group do to ponies on a nightly basis, you’re telling us to-”

“Yes,” interrupted Passionate in a firm tone that silenced Snuggles. “Because if we start assaulting them just because they belong to the Sol, then how are we, how are any of us, better than they are?” Passionate then took several steps closer to Snuggles and looked her right in the eye. “There are better ways of telling somepony they’re not welcome here. To let them know we don’t want anything to do with them. And if they do start harassing us, antagonizing us, or even try to start burning things in front of us then we have the police to take care of them. Mob justice is not real justice. Especially around this time of year.”

“Yeah, what she said!” shouted Nighttime so loudly that it hurt Wallflower’s ear. But despite that, the green mare couldn’t help but smile a little. “As my mommy used to say: make sweet, sweaty love and not war! And if you chased poor little Wallflower out, who’s going to help Great Granny out?” At that, nearly everypony in the room made a noise that was stuck in their throats before looking away. Many of them, Wallflower noticed, looked like they were ashamed of something.

“Well,” began one mare off to the side. “She is helping Great Granny Aroma and Granny’s always been good to all of us. So maybe she isn’t all that bad…” There was a murmur of agreement on that which seemed to cause Snuggles wings to twitch madly as she looked about. It also surprised Wallflower to see so many mares acting like this now. Was…Was Granny somepony with this much influence?

“That, er, that still doesn’t explain why she’s here!” stated Snuggles, looking flustered as she pointed a wing at Wallflower. “I think we all at least deserve to hear why she’s here.”

“Ah,” began Wallflower, pausing as she saw everypony staring at her again. At first, her first instinct was to tell them that it was none of the business. That she didn’t need to explain or justify why she was here. But that lasted for only a moment as Wallflower knew that wasn’t going to fly. After all, how many times had the Sol stuck their collective noses where they didn’t belong? How many times had they intruded on another’s personal life when it was none of their business? Hmm, it was weird but Wallflower was beginning to understand how those ponies must have felt. In any case, it would be the height of hypocrisy to refuse them at this point. Besides, if she was going to improve the image of the Sol, she needed to be honest with them. Actually, the more she thought about it, there was no reason not to tell them the truth. Well, she didn’t need to tell them about Hunter and the bet.

But there was something she needed to do before she told them anything.

“I’m sorry for what the Sol has done,” began Wallflower as she stood up on her own, her words seeming to surprise just about every mare in the room. Taking a deep breath, Wallflower reached down to grab her sweater before quickly pulling it off and holding it out to the very stunned Snuggles. “You can check that if you want to see if there are any papers or matches or whatever.”

“I…er…this,” said Snuggles as she looked down at the sweater now in her hooves before looking back up at Wallflower. “W-Why?”

“Because you’re right to be suspicious and angry at the Sol,” said Wallflower in a solemn tone. “I’ve lived my entire life hearing about how our mission is good, meant to help all of Equestria down the path of purity. How we were right to do what we did because it was the only way. I never got to see the other side or hear how other ponies viewed us. How much pain we cause instead of helping. Until I came here that is. Honestly, even through you scared the hay out of me I’d probably would have done the same thing if I were in your horseshoes.”

Wallflower tilted her head down a little, allowing her mane to fall in front of her face. She then took another breath before moving it out of the way. “And I want to change that. I want ponies to take our words seriously. That’s why I’m letting you look through my sweater, to see for yourself that I didn’t bring anything with me. And the reason I’m here,” Wallflower paused to gulp, “is because I’m trying to meet you all half way. To understand why you like doing these sorts of things. Then maybe you’ll all take me a bit more seriously.” Wallflower paused to blush, hiding it by bringing a hoof over her face as she looked away. “That and I sort of wanted to try it out myself. For…personal reasons.”

This had not gone as unnoticed as Wallflower would have hoped for nearly everypony there had some reaction. Snuggles stared at her open jawed, the sweater in her hoof falling to the ground without her noticing. Passionate looked surprised but seemed to accept this. As for the rest of the mares, minus Nighttime, they all let out a collective gasp before rushing over to normally invisible mare. At once they crowded her with excited smiles on their faces, looking like at any moment they would begin letting out excited ‘squees’.

“Somepony you like?” asked one by Wallflower’s side who began rubbing her cheek against Wallflower’s. “Is he out there? Is he going to watch?”

“Who said it was a he?” said another. “A pretty mare like this no doubt wants a mare. You know, somepony who knows what they’re doing!”

“Might be more than one pony,” said one of the older mares in the room, sounding almost sagely as she spoke. “Might be a herd out there tonight, meaning she might want to please both sexes! So daring of the little Sol mare.”

“Well…What I mean is…,” stammered Wallflower as she felt her face flush even more. She could feel wings and hooves all around her now, but she wasn’t scared that they would try to hurt her. Not now for there was too much excitement in the air that she could feel it as she was brought front and center to one of the mirrors.

“Don’t worry,” said one of them again as she collected some sort of gel with her wings. “We’ll get you nice and ready. Could some pony get her something super sexy to wear?” Before Wallflower could mention that the stuff that the strip club provided her was fine, a couple of mares were already going through the saddlebags on Passionate, throwing out panties and stockings in the same way a dog digs a hole.

Nighttime let out a small laugh as she watched all of this play out. “See, I told you~,” she said in a sing-song voice as she looked at Passionate to which the mare only responded by nodding. Grinning, Nighttime pulled out what looked like a ticket before giving it to Wallflower. “I’d say this cute little mare deserves a treat after being honest with herself! Well, that and seeing how all of you scared her so much. But mainly being honest! For that, she gets the grand prize for tonight: one free ticket for a threesome with me and Sugar! That should help her get some experience for later~!” Wallflower felt a lump growing quickly in her throat as she felt the ticket thrust into her hoof. As she looked down at it, she saw the others doing the same with clear envy in their eyes.

“That was the prize tonight?” asked one of the mares as she and several other mares turned to look at Nighttime. “Then…Then what do we get then!”

“Yeah, that’s not fair Nighttime!” shouted another before several other similar shouts were heard.

“Grr, fine!” said Nighttime as she rolled her eyes. Quickly she pulled a paper seemingly out of nowhere as well as a pencil, swiftly scribbling something down with her mouth before holding it up so everypony could see her rather sloppy writing as well as a trace outline of lips. “There, this is an I.O.U. for a threesome. Winner gets this.” She then tucked the paper under her wing. “Now, let’s get this filly ready!”

“I look like a Hearths Warming gift,” grumbled Wallflower under her breath, hoping nopony heard her. Not like that was likely to happen given how loud the music had been playing since the club opened.

Not for the first time Wallflower stared at herself in the mirror to see what the thestrals had done to her. Her mane still looked wild and slightly tangled up, only now it was pushed to one side more so that it seemed to drape around her neck. Small bits of makeup had been applied allowing her features to become more distinct and more healthy looking. There had, she remembered, been a brief fight to add more like lipstick and such. That ended quickly when they realized that doing so might be going overboard, making her appear ‘overly slutty’.

What they had done, in the end, was apply some gel to her pussy. Wallflower’s face fidgeted as she remembered how they warned her that it might feel weird the first time, telling her to brace herself before applying the cold gel to her private areas. She could still see her face as it was reflected in the mirror of her eyes going wide as they gently rubbed the cream all over, so many of them watching her as her tail shook while remaining raised. As it was then gently rubbed upon her slowly aching pussy lips, Wallflower’s features seemed to melt into pure bliss before letting out a soft coo as her neck and shoulder slumped. The tingling sensation that gel gave her nearly had her into a moaning heap, but she somehow managed to keep that to herself. It wasn’t until after the mares had finished applying it that they explained what the gel was. Apparently, some mares liked to rub their private areas in the faces of their clients so the gel basically helped protect them from most germs while also making their pussies smell like fruit. While she was thankful for this, she had to wonder by all that was pure why it had to make her feel so good as well.

At least she fared better than some of the other mares who had that stuff put on them later, turning them into momentary moaning wrecks for several long minutes. Despite all the impurity she had seen since coming to this town, it still surprised her how the thestrals seemed ashamed at this. Nor did any of the others seem bothered by it.

After the gel had fully absorbed into Wallflower, it was time for her to get dressed. Something that brought a whole new layer of embarrassment as well as excitement for Wallflower which she never knew she could feel just by wearing something like this. The stockings were bright red with cut out hearts in the welt which felt sensual against her fur. The panties they had gotten her, something they referred to as a thong, was a tiny red thing. After they helped her put it on, Wallflower turned around to look at herself in the mirror and saw that the panties were in the shape of a heart as well, only covering her slit and not that well. The fabric was remarkably thin, allowing her folds to be seen. Finally, a heart shaped bow was attached to her dock which kept her tail somewhat raised. Just enough, she soon discovered that when she turned her panties would flash those behind her. And somehow, wearing this was so much more embarrassing than walking around naked.

With that she was ready with nothing else to do but sit and wait. For a time, she sat there watching the others as they too got ready for the contest. More than once she was asked to help out to which she nervously agreed to, mostly due to the fact that she had never done this before. Thankfully most of her tasks were simple, like fetching a different pair of panties or stockings or holding up the mare’s mane a certain way so they could see how it looked and not apply the gel. To be honest, she didn’t feel ready to touch a mare there. Especially ones she didn’t know all that well. But none of them seemed to mind that, thanking her with a hug after helping her which left many butterflies in her stomach.

Sighing to herself, Wallflower walked away from the mirror to sit down along with the others as they all waited to be called out by the DJ. Even with the doors closed, Wallflower could hear the loud music blasting through the speakers (mainly due to the fact that the speakers were right above the door) and the crowd cheering for the mares. Every time a new mare’s name was called, said mare would saunter out, the others wishing her good luck before she stepped out, the noise from outside growing louder with the opening of the doors. Sometimes the mare returned right before the next name was called, her coat and mane glistening with sweat and a wide smile on her face as she trotted over to a mirror to wash up. Other times the mare would not return at all, making Wallflower wonder what happened to them. They were alright, right?

It wasn’t until the contest was halfway over when Wallflower’s name was called. As she stood up, a new wave of butterflies appeared in her stomach while excitement pumped through her veins. She gulped, feeling so very nervous as the teaching she had followed her entire life told her that this was wrong. Not only that, but she barely knew what to do! All she knew was what she had seen that one time in passing as well as her fantasy. Oh by all that was pure, she was going to make a fool out of herself! Yet the crowd cheering for her urged her forward. It didn’t matter that they had cheered like this for all the other mares. This was her welcoming cheer and it sent something through her that could not be denied. Besides, they weren’t looking for anything professional so maybe they wouldn’t mind if she messed up?

“Good luck,” called out one of the mares that Wallflower passed. Wallflower grinned in a slightly awkward manner as several others in the room mirrored the same sentiment as she exited the room.

As she stepped out, the music beginning to wind down from the last song, Wallflower found herself in a room blanketed by both darkness and light. The light seemed to be concentrated around the heart shaped stage just a few steps from the locker room. From what she could tell in this moment was that the stage was completely bare save a single, silver pole right in the middle that brought to mind the image of a stake through the heart. To get onto it, a pony like her without any wings would have to walk up a small metal stairway. As for the rest of the room it seemed to be so bathed in darkness that it was difficult for her to see more than a few feet in front of her. She could tell there was movement in the background, ponies shifting in their seats or perhaps the wait staff milling about to deliver drinks.

But somehow, she could tell that there were eyes upon her. Their looks were making her feel as if there was an invisible spotlight upon her. Her eyes shut for a moment, feeling something inside her growing. This feeling; it excited and scared her at the same time. And by all that was pure she loved it!

Once Wallflower opened her eyes, she made her way to the stage just in time for the song to end and a new one to begin. Now that she stood there, she could make out a little more of the room she was in. The first thing she noticed was the number of pink and red crystal hearts dangling from the ceiling. Wallflower also noted that there was a painting for the Princess of Love, Princess Cadence near the bar which made her rethink her view on the stage. The princess stood there with what she now knew to be a lustful expression on her face while holding up a bow and arrow in her magical aura. Perhaps the pole was meant to be an arrow of love shot through the heart. It was surprising how this different point of view could so radically change how she thought of things. Lowering her gaze a bit, she could see tables in the distance with anywhere from one to six ponies at each. Closer to the stage were comfy chairs in sets of two, most of them having one stallion and one mare who was clearly a stripper. But there were some exceptions. In one of them she could see Hunter and Moondancer, sitting together and watching her with great interest. It was sort of sad that the others were not doing the same. Instead they were looking at her like they wanted her to get on with-

Realization struck Wallflower hard. She had been so focused on looking around the room that she had forgotten the reason she was here on this stage. Feeling nervous now, Wallflower did the only thing she could think of: she twirled around where she stood. Wallflower could feel her mane and tail flowing around her, the audience shifting a little as they spotted her panties for only the briefest of moments before she came to a sudden halt. Her heart was racing now as her back was towards those watching her, those making noises of mild approval. Ok, a rocky start but maybe she could pull this off.

Doing her best to remember what her fantasy self had done, Wallflower began to sway in what she hoped was a seductive manner while her tail raised up a little more. Knowing that she had a limited amount of time, the green mare began to lower her front half down closer to the ground while keeping her front half up in the air. Soon she found herself in a humiliating position, no doubt appearing like a horny bitch begging to be bred. Yet, the noises of approval began to grow as if to urge her on. Asking, no, begging her to continue. Wallflower cheeks began to turn scarlet as a smile crept onto her face. Her breathing became deeper while she reached with one of her front hooves towards her back, barely reaching her tail to move it out of the way so that all could get a glimpse of her covered sex.

Her confidence began to grow more and more as the crowd reacted favorably to this. She could hear it clearly now, ponies were whistling at her or howling like timber wolves, a few even pounding on the floor to clap for her. The noise, oh how it excited her to know she was having this effect on them. It made her want to give them more of what they wanted so that they would continue to cheer for her! To continue watching her!

An idea quickly formed in her mind, thinking that they might like it. Quickly shifting her weight around, Wallflower flipped over in a barrel roll that might have taken her off the edge of the stage! A loud gasp was heard as well as the fluttering of wings, but thankfully Wallflower was ok. Now staring at the ceiling, she spread her hind legs as far as she could so that all could see it. Her blush continued to deepen, her panties becoming wetter by the second as she could feel their eyes staring at her protected treasure. Wallflower could hear it clearly, ponies coming closer to the stage. Leaving their seats just to get closer to her! Her breathing became so fast that she was afraid she might become light headed, but she had to do something or else she might cum all over the stage just from this.

Raising her head a bit, she looked at them. Yes, they were there. So many heads close to the stage…including Hunter and Moondancer. Both were there, side by side, as they were the first to put bits on the stage. Others quickly followed suit, placing their own bits on the stage as if they were bidding for something. Oh sweet purity, she now knew what Nighttime and Sugar were talking about!

She wasn’t done as the music hadn’t ended. Remembering what sort of dance this was, Wallflower began to scoot on her back towards Hunter with her hind legs still spread facing the targeted stallion. Yes, towards Hunter. Towards the stallion who had been the first to give her bits. The one who had cuddled with her not too long ago. The one who had taken her virgin lips, the one she had given her first kiss to. The stallion who commanded her in her dreams. Yes, it all seemed so right that she should do this for him. Soon her hind legs were at the edge of the stage, almost dangling off, with Hunter and Moondancer’s faces staring directly at the space between them. Others began to crowd around behind the pair, all so that they could get a look at what was to come. As Wallflower continued to breath deeply, she could see Nighttime among them licking her lips as if she were staring at her favorite flavor of ice cream.

Now was the time. Wallflower reached with her front hooves and began to scoot her bum a little, taking off her panties. She had to lift herself off the ground, bending her body to roll the now soaked garment down her hind legs before throwing it away. Where she did, she couldn’t remember. It didn’t matter really, as they had been given to her for this. All that mattered was that she was now exposing herself to Hunter and Moondancer, legs still spread so that they got a front row view of her dripping wet pussy. A thrill unlike anything she had felt before began to take over, her head feeling dizzy as she felt their eyes as well as other staring at her sex. This thrill compelled her to reach out with her front hooves towards that space between her legs, spreading those lower lips so that they could see more as a dumb smile appeared on her face. Yes! She could feel their eyes glued to her even more, just knowing that was enough to make her back arch. More! She wanted more! She wanted more ponies watching her, more ponies noticing her like they were now. To do that, she needed to show more. Do more depraved things for their amusement. So a hoof began to reach towards her pearl, ready to play with it in front of them. Ready to-

Realization of what she was about to do struck her light a bolt of lightning, her hooves pulling back swiftly. That…what was that? Why was she about to do something so wrong? So unclean and perverse? And why did she feel regret for not going through?

Quickly getting back onto her hooves, Wallflower saw that while there were a few disappointed faces most seemed to still be excited. Taking a breath, she moved over to the pole while shaking her hips. Yes, she was still here to do a dance only she wished she knew how to do more. Wallflower reached out to grab the pull with her hooves…and slipped. Eyes wide with shock and fear, she felt her hoof move around the pole as gravity pulled the rest of her body towards the ground. Acting out of instinct, she reached out for the pole to wrap her hoof around it hoping it would stop her. In a way this worked as she did not hit the ground. But the momentum of the fall sent her spinning around with her hoof still wrapped around the cold, silver metal once before she stopped. Heart beating faster, more out of fear and panic now, she paused to catch her breath as the crowd let out a loud whoop. It seemed as though most didn’t realize that that wasn’t planned.

Oh well. They were happy at least. For a moment she stood there, shaking her flank towards the crowd as she looked over her shoulder to see their faces. A sea of horny, lust filled gazes met her eyes. Many of those near the stage had placed more bits on the stage, her heart soaring with this coinage praise! As for those who had not left their seats, Wallflower could see more than one had his cock unsheathed as they sat there watching her. Then there was Hunter and Moondancer. When she saw them, her smile faltered for a brief moment as their clearly worried faces were shown. Then, just as quickly as it appeared, her frown turned into a happy smile as she realized that they had clearly seen what nopony else had. That her spin had not been on purpose. And that they were worried. Worried about her!

Again Wallflower spun around on the pole, this time planned and in control. Her eyes were closed as she felt the rush of air around her, her smile starting to hurt a little. But that didn’t matter. She was happy.

When she stopped, Wallflower tried to pose for the crowd like in the posters she had seen prior. Both her hind legs were wrapped around the bottom of the pole with one hoof wrapped around near her shoulder. She leaned back, letting her long mane fall backwards. By the sounds they were making, the crowd loved it! Slowly she began to pull herself back up, only for something unexpected to happen. Her lower body made contact with the pole first, her clit brushing up against the cold metal nearly causing to yelp as pulses of pleasure rocked her body for a moment. Oh sweet wonderful purity, the last time she had experienced anything like this before was when Hunter had used the crop on her. She had no idea she could do it to herself. And she wanted more! Forgetting the crowd, Wallflower began to rub her pussy against the pole. At first it was a simple, slow grind as she closed her eyes while a low moan was caught in her throat. But with each consecutive gyration her whole body began to bounce. She could feel her mane shaking, flying into her face and several stands landing in her mouth. The stage felt like it was getting warmer, small droplets of sweat appearing on her coat. Why had nopony told her she could feel this way? Barely she heard the crowd getting louder than before while something inside her, similar to that night with Hunter grew inside her. Knowing what would happen, her motions became wilder and wilder to reach that point where it would explode inside her. So that she could-

Wallflower hoof, glistening with sweat, suddenly slipped. Her eyes widened as she fell, trying to grab the pole again only this time she was not as lucky. She landed on the stage flank first as the music came to a sudden halt. She sat there panting, feeling the warmth inside her fading while her wits slowly began to return. W-What had happened to her? She felt like she had been nothing more than a primitive wild animal! A creature whose sole desire was to feel good! And…And she had acted like that in public! She was the very thing that the Sol hated so much, just an impure pony who would continue to infect others with her vile actions! And yet, why did she feel so torn inside? Why was there a part of her that wanted to get back on her hooves to continue? Or to find Hunter so he could…

Shaking her head in order to clear her mind, if only just a little, Wallflower looked up in time to see two thestrals wiping down the pole. She could hear the crowd pounding their hooves on the floor, one even whistling for her. A blush appeared on her face as she stood up, an embarrassed smile upon her face as she turned to face them one last time before making her way off the stage. Her legs felt strange now, as if they were no longer her own. They felt jittery. In fact, her entire body was a flutter as if she was coming down from a sugar high. No, not a sugar high. This felt so much more profound and powerful.

“Wow, I didn’t know you had it in you,” said Snuggles as Wallflower made her way to the doors leading back to the locker. “Good job out there.”

“Thanks,” said Wallflower, her voice no louder than a kitten’s mew as she hurried back into the locker room. Once inside, she trotted out of the way as the next mare’s name was called. Standing by the door, she began to take slower and more controlled breaths. Anything to help her with how she was feeling. Yet it barely seemed to do anything. Her mind returned to Hunter who had no doubt returned to the chair he had been sitting on when the dance started, waiting for her. And she could just see herself running out of this room to go to him, to climb on top of the stallion to ask how much he liked the show. To have him pull her close to him so they could kiss and maybe Moondancer would-

Before Wallflower’s fantasy could go any further, the door suddenly swung open causing Wallflower to let out an ‘eep’ as she jumped into the air. “Hey Wallflower,” came Moondancer’s voice, almost shouting to be heard over the music. Wallflower turned to see the mare frowning as she looked up at the speaker, a collection of bits floating in her magical aura. As the green mare blinked the unicorn quickly stepped inside and closed the door to dampen the noise. “You forgot to take these.”

Wallflower smiled awkwardly as she approached her friend. Friend, it was so nice to think that without it being wishful thinking. “Thanks,” she said as accepted the large pile of bits. As soon as she touched them though, she was reminded just how dirty this money was. If anypony back home found out, what would they do to her?

“So,” said a very nervous Wallflower, trotting over to her locker to lock up her bits. After she finished, she turned to look hopefully at Moondancer. “D-Did you and Hunter enjoy the show?”

“We both did actually,” answered Moondancer. “Hunter’s back at our seats waiting to give you a little surprise.” All doubts and fears were pushed back and out of the way as joy bloomed inside her heart. They liked it! And Hunter wanted to give her something? However, the smile on Moondancer’s face dimmed as she took a moment to adjust her glasses. “Hunter told me you two kissed.” The world seemed to shatter at that moment. That kiss. Her first one ever. It had felt so good that she had forgotten that Hunter was in a herd. Was she in trouble? Was Moondancer angry that Hunter kissed another mare, one who was in the Sol? She didn’t seem angry when she entered, but then again Wallflower didn’t know this mare all that well. For all she knew, Moondancer was one of those mare’s who held all their anger inside until she exploded, tail and mane bursting with flames as her coat turned white! Or…Or maybe she was here to let her explain. To apologize before warning her not to do it again.

Gulping, Wallflower gave the smallest of nods. “W-We did,” she said nervously.

“Relax, I’m not mad,” said Moondancer, her features softening a tad. “At least, not right now. But that could change depending on how you answer my next questions.” Wallflower tensed up as Moondancer eyed her, the unicorn’s eyes somehow feeling sharper. “I want to know, honestly, how do you feel about Hunter?”

That took Wallflower back as she had not been expecting anything like that. But, at the same time, she began to wonder herself: how did she feel about Hunter? Was he just some stallion she was forcing to do impure things with, the threat of blackmail over his head? Did she only have an interest in him because she wanted him to join the Sol? No, no he was something much more than that. Her mind moved to the way he held her, the way he smiled at her when he talked to her. Things that made her heart beat faster. Not to mention that Granny was right, he was handsome.

“I like him,” said Wallflower, cheeks burning at this admission. “I know we haven’t known each other for very long, but I do l-like him. And I’d like to get to know him better.”

Moondancer tilted her head a little at that, surprising Wallflower. “Huh, Hunter said almost the exact same thing,” she said, surprising Moondancer even more as a feeling seemed to explode in her chest. For a moment, she thought she was going to burst out into tears. But not the sad tears she used to cry back at home, alone in her room. These felt…brighter perhaps? Anyways, she managed to keep them locked inside herself for now as Moondancer continued. “Why do you like him? Is it because he’s the first stallion you ever spent time with?”

Wallflower felt her world become very still at that moment as all the warmth she had been feeling suddenly froze solid. “I…I…,” she began to stammer as her heart began to beat faster, her mouth becoming very dry at that moment. Oh wow. Wallflower hadn’t thought about that. Sure she had met a few stallions when she came to Hollow Shades, but none of them as…personally as she had with Hunter. And not just when she had seen him engaging in bondage within his home or allowing him to tie her up. He was the only stallion who she was on first name basis with. The only one who had spent time with her, made plans to be with her. He was in her thoughts when she was on the stage and the one who commanded her in her dreams.

But did Moondancer have a point? Did she like him only because he was the only one willing to spend time with her, noticing her? Slowly the world around her began to fade away until she felt like she was standing in a black void, the only light anywhere coming from rectangular screens floating above her head showing off various images on them. One of which was very recent, her dance with all the stallions in the room looking at her. Watching her with rapt attention, placing their bits on the stage. They…They noticed her as well. If she were to spend time with any of them, would she still like Hunter? She then turned her head to look at another screen, showing her and Hunter kissing. That had been her very first kiss, something that had felt so good. But, was that the reason she liked him? That it just felt good in that moment? Another screen showed her cuddling with Hunter, Moondancer, and Lightning. Yes, that had felt good as well. But was that enough to say she liked him? Feeling her legs growing weak, Wallflower turned to look at another screen, this one just showing Lightning looking at her with confidence. Lightning had been the very first mare to talk with her here, showing her around. And she liked her too. Did that mean she had feelings for Lightning similar to Hunter? Then there was a screen showing Nighttime and Sugar. Both mares had been so patient with her, Nighttime clearly expression her desire to fuck her. Just thinking about it made her blush even more, knowing how much that mare wanted to do that with her. Wallflower began to breathe more heavily now as she thought about it. Then there was a screen with Granny Aroma. She liked Granny, but she was clearly a grandmother type figure in her life. What about Moondancer? She liked her just fine and…and…and…

Wallflower flinched as she felt herself being touched on the shoulder. The world of darkness began to shatter, returning her to the small locker room once more with Moondancer standing in front of her.

“Just take a breath,” said Moondancer.

“I…I don’t know,” admitted Wallflower as she looked at the unicorn with pleading eyes. “I mean, he was the only stallion not to ignore me when he found out I was a member of the Sol. The way we kissed, the way it felt when he held me, the way he noticed me. It all feels so…But it also felt so good when everypony out there was watching me. So…So I don’t know-”

“Alright, I think I can help with that,” said Moondancer as she placed a hoof on Wallflower’s lips. “Tell me: which felt better? When you were out there dancing, did it feel better knowing that Hunter was watching you? Or was it the same when everypony out there was watching you?”

Wallflower blinked at that before her eyes widened. As Moondancer pulled her hoof away, the green mare began to consider the differences before quickly coming to a conclusion.

“Knowing that all of them were looking at me felt good, but knowing you and Hunter were watching me just felt so much more…powerful,” admitted Wallflower, feeling surprised by this answer as well as the smile on Moondancer’s face. “There were times when I felt like I was dancing just for him. F-For the both of you. And seeing Hunter putting down those bits… But, I don’t know why. Why do I feel this way?”

“I can’t give you an answer,” said the smiling Moondancer as she gently shook her head. “Maybe you’re falling in love, experiencing your first crush, simple infatuation, or even an emotional high. But, the fact that you aren’t instantly coming to the conclusion that its love is a good sign. And that you can tell the difference between the different types of feelings is even better.”

Wallflower sat there, feeling both relieved as well as confused. “But, how will I figure out what it is I’m feeling?”

Moondancer shrugged as her horn lit up. “That’s something you’re going to have to figure out for yourself,” she said as Wallflower’s sweater appeared on her. Her stocking began to glow and, in the blink of an eye, they vanished as well. “If you want, you can spend more time with other ponies. Get to know them better, see if you like them more than you like us. But first,” Moondancer closed the gap between them so that their lips could touch. At first, Wallflower sat there with her eyes open wide before they closed as she gave in to the kiss. Her first kiss with a mare. It was slower than with Hunter, their rolling around in each other’s mouths. And yet her heart began to race almost as it did when she was on stage.

Then, they separated. Moondancer did not pull completely away, instead resting her forehead against Wallflower’s. Oh, by all purity in the world, her cheeks had to be pink right now as she looked into Moondancer’s eyes with her own half lidded ones. She wanted to kiss again. She wanted to find Hunter and kiss him! She wanted Moondancer to kiss her again! She didn’t care who saw them anymore. She just-

“But first,” Moondancer said, her voice low as she looked into Wallflower’s eyes. “How about you get to know us more? More and more, finding out everything you ever wanted to know. Then see if you like it. We’re a package deal after all. Hunter, Lightning, and myself will bare yourself for you as long as you do the same. Would you like that?”

“Yes,” whispered Wallflower, her voice almost coming out as a longing hiss.

“Good,” said Moondancer as she, regrettably, pulled away. “Now, lets not keep Hunter waiting. He’s getting us a special seat for when we find out who won tonight. And maybe, if you’re up to it, we can have a little more fun.”

Dumbly, Wallflower nodded as she followed Moondancer out the doors and back into the main floor. Her vision felt like she was in a tunnel, staring at Moondancer’s tail as if seeing it for the first time. As she walked, a few stray thoughts came to mind. She had come here to help convert thestrals to the Sol. But now, she had to wonder, who was converting who?

Author's Note

Are we done with the strip club? Maybe, maybe not~

Just a heads up, this story will begin to pick up a little steam in the sex department but more for story purposes as Wallflower begins to get more involved. So for you people waiting for it I hope it has been worth the wait

Anyways, hoping to get back to this story sooner rather than later. Fist I have to work on Officer Spike, commissions, my Yugioh story which I plan on getting cover art for, and my life with is slowly turning back to normal... Ah, normal. Never thought I'd be glad to say or type that word. Anyways, you all take care