A massive swimming pool was set up in the club's warehouse. Normally the clubbers weren't allowed back here, but the owner decided to make an exception, realizing how much more money the attendees would bring in. Octavia, Vinyl Scratch, Lyra, Bon Bon, and Fleur de Lis were rubbed down with baby oil, making them glisten under the lights. Shining Armor and Big Mac made certain to apply an excessive amount, taking the time to fondle all the lovely udders and buttocks on display.

Mobs of onlookers gathered, paying a small sum of bits to get in, until the area was teaming with onlookers, some seated atop crates which were stacked up. Some were already opening stroking their stallionhoods or rubbing their marehoods in anticipation. Of course none of the participants cared.

Or more accurately they reveled in the attention, the two couples happy that they'd never need to separated anymore, while Fleur was content to seek out more suitable mares like her in the future! Lastly came Pacific Glow who had acquired more of the drug after she let a few more stallions pound her absolutely senseless.

Once the referee (Shining Armor) blew a whistle the match began, a free-for-all between the six mares. Playfully the lot of them wrestled for dominance, ears twitching at suggestions from the crowds. They did whatever was asked of them, groping, spanking, and biting each other, slipping across the oils at the bottom of the otherwise short and wide pool.

In order to 'win' they needed to pin their opponents for a length of time. The two couples were quick to pair up, which left Fleur and Pacific to form their own unlikely alliance, the unicorns unable to fall back on magic due to the neutralizing effect here. A mess of slimy bodies rubbed over each other, trying to gain a firm hold. They slid and skid about, slapping and groping, giggling and blushing like fillies in their first heat, any pretense of shame long lost to them.

One of the audience members, Derpy Hooves, sat up with her wings unfurled, waving a flag like she was at a sporting event. “Whoo-hoo,” she cheered too innocent to really understand what was happening. All she knew was that it looked like fun!

Big Mac took notice and wandered over. He held out a forehoof for payment, struggling to form even the most basic of words since his brain had been fried by the drug. Her googly eyes settled on his hoof as if to ask really? “Eeyup,” he managed.

“Hooray!” She slapped a few bits into his forehoof, unable to believe how lucky she was to be picked, and giggled when he tossed her into the pit. She was immediately beset by Fleur and Pacific (The couples preoccupied with their own war), the former grabbing the pegasus by her hindlegs and spreading them as she ground their cunts together, while the latter plopped her wide ass down on Derpy's face.

The wide cheeks smooshed, giving hooves a strong taste and smell of her dripping marehood and puckered ponut. Her giggles were lost as the fuckholes spread over her goofy face, her muzzle sinking into the wet snatch.

Big Mac made similar offers to the loveliest mares he could find in the masses. Luckily a number of curious attendees had come from all over Equestria, as Vinyl and Tavi had used their influence to mail advertisements to friends all over. Among those who paid their way into this affair were Flitter, Cloudchaser, Aloe, and Lotus, who were all half-drugged out of their minds from the free samples passed out to all the mares in attendance.

Sensing it was time to yet again up the stakes, Shining Armor made a similar offer with a stallion, only this time he demonstrated by standing over the pool's outer rim, jerking off his dark cock with a grunt rapidly, and unloading a fresy shower of dense jizz upon a dizzied Derpy's face. She failed to close her eyes in time as a spray struck them, more splattering her face and into her mouth which had opened wide in surprise, until after a full minute of painting her his balls temporarily emptied.

The stallion hastily slapped his bits into Shining's hoof before he started rubbing one off too, and more males lined up to join in, until even a few curious mares decided to give it a go. Load-after-load of semen and marecum rained into the pool, soaking the wrestlers. A few dragons had even come to see what all the fuss was about, led by Garble, and their double cocks blew incredible volumes of spunk, to the point where within the hour the mares were practically swimming in a sea of sex juices.

Bon Bon laid atop Lyra with their limbs locked, a gooey snowball repeatedly swapped between them while they kissed, thankful she wouldn't have to abandon her for more boring, stressful work anymore. Octavia and Scratch shared a similar intimate moment, in a sixty-nine position as they licked out the cream that drenched one-another's twats and buttholes.

Fleur whimpered with envy, missing her own husband, and wishing he were here. She didn't care how many other mares he fucked so long as she could spend more time with him! But maybe she could lure him here? She bathed in more showers of cum from both sexes tossed her way, rubbing it into her tall and slender physique, cooeing at how well they drenched her entirety.

Pacific Glow wiggled like she was out on the dance floor, bumping-and-grinding with whatever mares were closest, and twerking her supple ass off with her dock rasing her tail high. She desperately wanted more cocks to fill all her holes.

Not that she needed wait long. For the finale stallions and mares were paid to be let into the pool, most not caring about the mess, just that they were free to screw silly whoever was inside. Within a short time the females were claimed from all ends.

Big Mac and Shining Armor flexed their muscles and slammed a forehoof together satisfied with their work. By now most of the onlookers had paid their way into the pool. However their own needs remained unmet. They looked around for somepony left to suit them.

Armor settled on Trixie, who'd been foolish enough to bring her tour here and had decided to see firsthoof what amazing show was supposedly better than her own, while Mac settled on his relative Fiddlesticks, who'd heard a rumor he'd come here and decided to see if this were true. The brutes lifted up their chosen breeders, lowering them down onto their cocks.

“T-Trixie demands you release her imme-” She was cut off by a backhoof to the face which made her tear-up and sniffle.

“W-we're family,” urged Fiddlesticks who stared in horror at the stallionhood pressing into the entrance of her unused flower. “We just can't-” He seized her throat with a forehoof, shutting the bitch up as he rutted her with a bellow.

They were hammered balls deep atop them with lewd slaps, the stallions occasionally switching between their abused pink holes, or even trading their toys between them, not caring how much they whined or cried. It was obvious they were doing their jobs well by how their fuckholes clenched and dripped around their shafts.

And if they still couldn't learn to love it? Well, they'd simply have them drugged up later until they too understood the bliss which awaited in a life now freed of all anxieties!

They made certain to cum at least once in every hole they possessed, claiming them as their own. By the time they finished the pair were a wrecked mess, manes frazzled and eyes hazed over with delirium, unable to so much as trot from how thoroughly their stallionhoods had smashed their ruined foalfactories and shitters. They spanked the pair who were draped side-by-side, and looked to the other candidates, hopeful that Derpy, Flitter, Fleetfoot, Aloe, and Lotus would soon be turned, too!

The stallions emptied themselves again upon their newest fucktoys. Rope-after-rope of white spunk spilled across them. Pulled up by their manes, they released a burst into their mouths, making them drink up the salty wads. Then their cocks drawn over their faces to wipe them off, using their meat to give them a few final slaps before they wandered off to further occupy them.

The operation would soon move on. There would always be more mares to claim. And since these underground clubs operated outside Celestia's jurisdiction they were practically untouchable without any clear evidence of international laws being broken. More-and-more curious ponies would be swept up by sheer curiosity into the hedonistic pleasures that awaited them!

Author's Note

Thanks for reading as always!