Chapters Cum on the Dance Floor 2: Rock Out With Your Cock Out
The club scene went from rave to hard rock once the party moved on. Dimly-lit interiors were scrawled with graffiti mixed with stains from piss, vomit, and alcohol. Bits of trash and bottles littered the floors. The band onstage were covered in tattoos, leather jackets, and piercings, inviting the loosest groupies they could find to drape themselves over them as they played their instruments and screamed obscene lyrics. The mobs went wild, dancing, drinking, smoking, and fucking out in the open.
There was a time when Octavia wouldn't have been caught dead in such a 'distasteful' place. Now she was currently being railed from all ends, a stallion atop and another below pinning her, while a third clasped her head and buried his cock balls deep down her gullet. With a fully flushed face and glazed-over eyes she rocked between those mercilessly pounding away at her.
The same happened with Vinyl, their asses beaten raw from hooves which slapped down on them with audible smacks. Next to them was Pacific Glow who received the same treatment as they worked to entertain the males who lined up until their turn rolled around. When one came (Usually inside them) they would leave a tally mark with a marker, and another rider would replace them, by this point the trio of mares covered all over due to the number who'd fucked them to completion.
The drugs dulled their minds. For males it made them little more than rutting beasts completely driven by testosterone and a need to dominate. Females became more submissive and pliable. In both cases sex drives were pushed out of control, until they were reduced to hedonistic slaves that proved insatiable. None had ever recovered from a powerful dosage.
While these underground clubs were outside Celestia's jurisdiction, she sent a couple of special agents to infiltrate them, hoping if she couldn't shut them down she could at least recover more potential victims. Sweetie Drops, AKA Bon Bon, had taken Lyra with her after the latter overheard her conversation with the Princess. She still had reservations about bringing her to such a dangerous place, but at least some company would hopefully help her blend in? A lone mare was quite a target, after all!
They checked in with a bouncer and flashed their identification. He waved them in. The walls shook under the sheer deafening noise, Bon Bon's ears pinning back as they made their way further in. Her nose scrunched at the reek of sexual musk mixing with cheap beer, sweat, and cigarette smoke which trailed in wisps about the air. “What a shithole,” she muttered.
Lyra swished her tail with curious, wide eyes. “Take the stick out, Bonnie! I think it's neat! Just a bunch of ponies having fun!”
“Some fun. I mean, it's one thing if it's all consensual, but I have reason to think otherwise.” Bon Bon knew she shouldn't be so judgmental about the life choices of other mares, but her face scrunched further when she saw so many openly degrading themselves for the amusement of a horny stallions that acted more like wild animals. “I need a drink.” She settled at the bar.
Her buttocks smooshed over the stool and the bartender cleaning a glass barely looked in her direction. I shouldn't be doing this on the job, but Celestia will understand. I need to blow off some steam. Better be careful though, might catch a disease from one of these glasses, or worse one of these assholes might try and slip me a roofie. “Get me something extra hard.”
“Yeah,” called Lyra who settled by her. “She could really use some loosening up!” She wrapped a forehoof around her shoulders. “Relax, will you? I've got your back! We'll get to the bottom of this and have a few laughs along the way!”
“Hush Lyra,” hissed Bon Bon who pinned her ears back. Sure, this club was noisy as Tartarus when its denizens were screaming in unison, but she didn't want to risky somepony listening in. She studied the overflowing mug passed her way like it was a poison chalice before she shrugged and downed it. She wiped her lips and burped. “Huh...not bad, actually.”
She slapped a few bits on the counter as Lyra ordered something sweeter and lighter. With a look over her shoulder she took in the ponies playing cards, a number of them checking out their rumps with open leers, then the mares dancing on tabletops or on the laps of patrons, then finally settled on the rock band sweating and screaming and playing the night away with gusto.
Further back in the shadows of a wide hallway she saw a line of stallions. A pair of bouncers waited nearby, occasionally nodding one through, while another would exit still nursing a half chub they cleaned with napkins then tossed into a trash can. Bingo! It was rare to spot any mares in line, but she was tempted to cut in herself, hunt down her target straight at the source.
Better not go off half-cocked, she reminded herself. That could lead to something stupid and irreversible. Worse, if she went down Lyra would be left to fend for herself, and while she loved her marefriend dearly, she could be hopelessly naïve!
*****
Fleur de Lis had made a separation infiltration attempt into the club. Most believed her to be a famous model turned trophy wife, unaware that she double as a bodyguard for Fancy Pants (Not that he realized this either!) and another special agent in Celestia's employ. She'd sneaked into the offices, scoured the paperwork, picked up any clues she could. Unfortunately there was little they could do to legally shut down this operation. This place was questionable, but at best could be raided by a vice squad. However, she had a feeling the true masterminds would simply move on quietly once the heat was on.
So enraptured was she in finding some leads that she failed to notice a shadow crawl from the doorway behind her. It moved with surprising silence which almost matched her own when she was at work. A blow rained on her skull that made her go limp like a sack of potatoes, the culprit tossing her over one broad shoulder and massaging her pert buttocks possessively.
Awakening with a slow blink of her eyes, she found herself chained and collared in what appeared to be a warehouse, her silky mane partially draped over her face. She shuddered and weakly tried to rise. Sparks fizzled from her horn when she attempted a simple spell. At first she thought she'd been drugged, but realized the atmosphere here was somehow designed to null magic.
Clops sounded when a well-toned unicorn approached. Between his teeth he carried a bowl filled with what appeared to be milk he tossed before her. His features were more brutish but she instantly recognized him. “Shining Armor?! So, the rumors are true.” She'd heard he'd disappeared near here along with Big Mac, Vinyl Scratch, and Octavia. “Can you understand me?”
With a grunt he bared his teeth and nodded a the bowl. Her stomach churned at the sloppy mixture before her, realizing it was cum, and a whole meal's worth at that. “N-no!” She turned her snout up in disdain. She'd been worried her captors would have her gang-raped, and possibly cut to pieces and shipped back to Celestia as a warning, but this didn't seem much better.
Suddenly he seized her locks, twisted to wrench them, and slammed her face-first into the bowl. Splooge from a bunch of clubbers, including his own shot into her open mouth when she screamed and filled her nostrils which burned. She whimpered and wept and struggled as he held her in place, the cum bubbling as it threatened to drown her. She realized he wouldn't let her go until she drank it all down. She sucked down the salty spunk with a slurp, a salty taste filling her gullet as she swallowed.
Once he finally let go she tossed her head back with a choking cry, eyes still shut as her face was completely drenched in foalbatter, which dripped a tad and clung to strands of her messy mane. Mascara ran like thick tears down her rose-stained cheeks. She panted rapidly, shapely breasts rising and falling in rhythm. He continued to hold her tresses, his dark cock slapping her hard as he could across one cheek. Then the other. She winced under repeated blows.
Her insides burned, and to her absolute horror, she realized the spunk had been laced with drugs. Ones that destroyed a mare's psyche and turned her into nothing more than a desperate, willing plaything. She hysterically tried to shove a forehoof down her maw to induce vomiting, hoping it could be ejected from her system, but he growled and grabbed her scalp with both forehooves, shoving his mass erection down her gullet. Lucikly she had lots of experience deepthroating Fancy Pants and took it like a champ. He brutally rammed his hips into her face balls deep, tears streaming down her cheeks as she went limp.
Her head swam. Her senses dulled. At first. Then they seemed to become even more intense. She started to giggle, dazed, digging her hooves into his muscular buttocks as his heavy ballsack slapped upon her chin. Suddenly her stupid mission seemed so pointless. Why would any mare want anything else?! All those worries, anxieties, responsibilities! Bah! Better to surrender to sheer pleasure and become somepony's eternal fucktoy! No, she couldn't be selfish! She needed to share this with more mares!
He strained and slammed one last time, buried all the way. Hot spunk exploded from her noseholes as more shot down her throat and into her belly. Goopy wads bubbled from her nostrils. She stared up at her dominator with glazed-over eyes, her haunches now soaked from the puddle of marejuice she'd left. She whimpered when he withdrew, her saliva and his splooge still connecting them in messy strings. She wiped her face with her hooves, drinking the delicious mixture down with slurps.
She desperately wanted him to pound her senseless then-and-there. But no, she wasn't the sole special agent on the case. Bon Bon would see how wonderful this freedom through slavery could be! He unlocked her chains, realizing she was like him now, and she cleaned herself off, planting a playful peck on his cheek as thanks for awakening the 'real her' before trotting off.
*****
No matter how distasteful the actions a mission required her to undertake, Bon Bon always tried to do so with little complaint. But the idea of joining a line to bang a pair of old friends made her stomach turn. A part of her wanted to believe it was some other mares that awaited her, but the fact that she wouldn't know the victims would hardly make it much better. Somepony offered her a strap on and she tried her best not to let her distaste show as she accepted the object.
“These dumb bitches like it insanely fast and super rough,” the stallion explained. “Like, if you aren't banging them ultra hard they'll buck you off. A mare like you will have to work twice as hard to get them off. Don't be afraid to bite, slap, and spank them. Oh, pull their manes and tails and talk dirty as you can, too. Especially the degrading stuff. That gets them wetter than the deepest parts of the ocean!” He chortled and she resisted the insane urge to break every last bone in his ribcage. Cool it, Bonnie!
Pretty soon her turn arrived since a number of attendees struggled to last more than a minute or two. “We don't get mares in the line often,” the stallion said with a couple pats on her rump. “So we figured we'd give us all a treat and let you pick a hole from any of these fine beauties!” Ahead of her Octavia, Vinyl, and a pony she barely knew with pigtails were on all fours, positioned next to each other and busy sucking the dicks of the stallions before them. Their pussies and asses gaped open, oozing cum.
She gulped hard. It's not that she minded mares, as her quiet relationship with Lyra would attest, but this felt all kinds of wrong. Anonymous sex with drugged out mares in some seedy club?! The very idea made her want to retch. “U-um...that one.” She pointed at Pacific Glow, slipping into her strap on. “I...I'll do her anally, I guess.” Maybe she could ignore the stallion that would surely take his place before. She awkwardly trotted up to the raveslut and tried to think of Lyra as she mounted her.
Pretty soon more joined in on the gangbang, until she was helping a bunch of sweaty males hammer away at all their sexual orifices. Pacific Glow stirred under her, obviously dissatisfied with how easy she was taking it, and rather than painfully be bucked off she seized the clubber's pigtails, once in each forehoof and gritting her teeth as she hammered away at her asshole.
Soon the raveslut was in absolute rapture, much like Octavia and Vinyl nearby, eyes rolling into their heads as cocks were repeatedly driven into their slippery fuckholes. They were absolute covered in hickies, bite marks, and even a few bruises, not to mention the tally marks and crude dialogue written all over them. Aside from Tavi's bow tie and a pacifier shaped like a stallion's cock dangling from Glow's neck none of them wore a stitch of clothing, not even Scratch's usual cool shades.
Unlike the males who emptied their seeds mostly in but sometimes on their breeders, she wasn't certain when she was supposed to stop. Once it was clear she'd came? She loathed the idea. Again, she tried to think of Lyra, hoping to get this over with quickly as possible and try and wipe it from her mind now that she'd confirmed they were here. She'd decide her next step from there. They jeered them on to talk dirty and she struggled to find the words. “You...you like that? Take it, you fucking bitch!”
She never spoke that way with Lyra! Even when things were heated and she threatened to boil over, at worst she might irritably imply her lover was dumb. Not that she really felt that way, whatever their differences in opinion. Lyra simply had a...unique view of the world. One she'd never understand in a lifetime. Glow's sex clenched around the toy with each vulgar word. To her shame she was getting rather soaked too, dripping all over the wide pink buttocks spread below her.
“Looks like you're having a bit of trouble,” the stallion from earlier said. “Luckily, I got permission to help you out!” Her eyes went wide when he crawled atop her and suddenly shoved his dick up her until now untouched sphincter. She winced as a strange sensation between pain and pleasure enveloped her puckered anus. He seized her mane and humped away.
She wanted to buck him off, to tell him she hadn't given him permission to fuck her, especially in a place she wasn't used to, but the last thing she wanted was to risk getting kicked out now. Then this horrible experience could all be for nothing! No, she'd lie back and think of Equestria. She could endure it! She could endure anything for Celestia's sake!
She cursed this strap on for leaving her rectum exposed. Whimpered when he bit the nape of her neck, and her body went limp and her ass raised reflexively, like all mares did when they were in complete submission to whoever bred them. He took her much more roughly than she'd ever been taken before, a far cry from the gentle, playful lovemaking with dear sweet Lyra.
“Here it comes,” he cried wrenching her head back as he blasted her insides with his hot spunk. Load-after-load painted her walls, and she shivered, never having been cummed inside before. At least he couldn't impregnate her this way...and she'd taken precautions with certain potions in case of transmitted diseases. Unless the STD was magical in nature, she was safe.
She tried to hide her tears as her dam finally broke, and she splattered the fucktoy beneath her in slippery marecum. She nearly retched at what she'd done; Lyra was the only one who'd made her come before! She felt thoroughly defiled. Mercifully, she fell unconscious...
Author's Note
A reader requested a story where Shining Armor makes Fleur de Lis his slave, so I sort of worked that idea into this fic.
Cum on the Dance Floor 2: Rock Out With Your Cock Out
Despite some initial reservations, Lyra decided to explore the club on her own. Sure, she blushed at the stallions and mares openly fucking in some places, and on occasion hooves would wander over her bum or smack it, but she simply shook them away with a boisterous laugh, trying to go with the flow. At least it was a reminder she was cute! Okay, and maybe she was just a little tipsy after downing so many sweet drinks. Low in alcoholic content, but she'd downed quite a few of them over time.
She saw a few mares dancing on the table, and decided to do the same, shaking her hips and rump in an enticing manner with a grin, not caring if she looked like a complete fool. But from all the whistles her audience was apparently receptive! She hiccuped, her face scrunched in a silly manner, and her eyes half-lidded, teasingly using her dock to lift her tail, which she shook about. She rarely displayed herself in such a lewd manner, and when she did it was only for Bon Bon!
Her eyes turned to saucers. “Fleur de Lis?!” Unlike Bon Bon she had no idea the unicorn was a special agent in Celesia's service, and was shocked to see somepony so classy and alluring in this dive. What surprised her even more was when the mare approached, lit up her horn to envelope a mug in her aura, and sensually dumped the contents over Lyra's bottom. “Ooh, that tickles!” She giggled as the beer soaked into her fur, and Fleur planted dainty pecks on her buttcheeks, licking in circles around the soft flesh. “I, uh, I'm kinda taken by Bon Bon...” But she couldn't deny how incredibly skilled she was with her tongue!
Fleur suddenly hopped up on the table which shook, draped herself upon Lyra as if she could mount her like a stallion, and nibbled hard on her ears which twitched. “Uh...er...oh...” She drooled a little. “W-we can't,” she whined despite how wet she'd started to get, small trickles racing down her stained loins. Forehooves encircled her breasts, rolling them about. “F-fuck!”
Perhaps it was simply being in the moment, the atmosphere of the place, so many watching her, but she sealed her eyes tight and howled, her horn sparking a little and a small gush escaping her snatch as she came. Her nethers burned as electricity seemed to shoot throughout her frame. She panted as her marehood winked repeatedly, her clit swollen and dripping with clear ooze.
Fleur suddenly tossed her onto her back and crawled atop her. “Huh?!” Lyra's eyes rolled in her head, her surroundings swaying as delirium overtook her, a combination of drunkeness and fatigue from her afterglow consuming her. “S-sorry Bonnie,” she murmured having had no intention of cheating on her. She was helpless to resist when the model's snout pressed to her own, tongue pushing into her mouth, exploring her in a surprisingly aggressive manner. Not what she'd expect from her!
She didn't notice the tiny pill forced down her gullet. It melted easily once it reached her belly, and took effect almost instantly, her face burning redhot. “B...Bonnie Bon...I-I love you,” she whispered with tears slowly dripping down her cheeks as her personality died away. She wanted to share this happiness with Bon Bon. She worked so hard! Put up with so much stress! She never wanted her to feel like that again! No, she'd finally make her happy, and they could live freely!
Another pill was passed to her. Fleur had received several once she met up with Pacific Glow who ate them like they were candy. The raveslut had found stallions were ready to shower her with gifts like these every time she spread her legs!
Lyra desperately wanted to let all the stallions nearby rut her senseless, but she couldn't just forsake her marefriend! She needed to share this new joy! She slid out from Fleur, hopped down, and cheerfully hurried off to find the one she loved most! More hooves molested her the entire trip, but this time she didn't mind, even pressing into their hooves. She couldn't wait!
*****
A short time later Bon Bon reawakened, cum still drenching her abused asshole. She tossed the strap on aside and stumbled back to her hooves. Her head throbbed. She walked past the line and back into the club proper. Her ears pinned back from the screeching music. She hated this place with all her heart, wanted to burn it down, but she took a deep breath to squash her anger. She weighed her options now that she'd confirmed Octavia and Vinyl Scratch were likely total losses.
Supposedly Big Mac and Shining Armor were somewhere here too, but she hadn't seen a trace of them. She pulled a lighter from a satchel she'd left at the bar, flicked it until a flame sprung to life, then lit a cigarette and took a long drag. It was a filthy habit, one Lyra often begged her to kick...but the lifestyle of a special agent was rather stressful. Whenever she was in places like Ponyville she had to play the innocent, but irritation often showed through anyhow, making a rather scathing attitude come out.
At least Lyra kept her in balance most of the time, and she in turn kept her lover from acting too impulsively. That cheery and trusting attitude often got her in over her head. Better get back to her. She made the rounds about the bar, seeing the typical revelers, drinking and screwing the night away, but no sign of her marefriend. The restroom? She prayed so and headed there.
The bathroom was lined in all kinds of lewd writings and some drawings, not to mention a number of glory holes, some which were currently in use by a few mares and the mystery stallions on the other side. Celestia, did these ponies think about anything other than sex?! She rapped on each stall, pushing a few open. “Lyra? It's Bon Bon! Where in Tartarus are you?”
Banging could be heard from one of them, and after thinking it over a few seconds, she threw the door open with a sneer. What greeted her was Fleur de Lis, sandwiched between Big Mac and Shining Armor, who were busy double-teaming the unicorn. Her mane was messy as she looked back with sultry, half-lidded eyes and a playful pout, taking turns kissing both stallions, whose faces contorted in a savage manner while they grunted and railed her. Asscheeks jiggled with wet slaps and small spurts splashed from her flower with each balls deep push that rocked her entire slender yet curvaceous physique.
“No...” She realized her fellow agent must have somehow fallen to the drug. There was no coming back from it. Even if she could somehow restore her from this state, she'd probably have the mind of a smaller filly afterward, and would have to be rebuilt from scratch. Fleur as she knew her was effectively dead. In her place remained a broken down whore.
Fleur whinnied in a most unlady-like manner, eyes rolling back, and tongue falling stupidly from her maw, as they bottomed out at the same time and blew their thick, virile loads into her sexholes. Shining seized one of her buttcheeks and her throat as he came, while Mac grabbed a tit and her mane, ropes of dense cum continually splattering her slippery canals.
Bon Bon broke into a gallop, unable to look upon her comrade's fate anymore. Sure, they'd never been close, had barely even spoken to be honest, but they respected each other as fellow servants of Celestia's noble cause. She ran blind at first, then raced up a stairway, deciding her marefriend might be there, and she needed to find her fast as possible! By this point she'd finished her smoke, tossed the butt, and stamped it out. Her heart thudded as she crept closer to her destination.
A light flickered in the bleak hall. Her hooves creaked on wooden floorboards that threatened to snap with each careless step. Planting her forehooves firmly, her backhooves kicked open a door which nearly tore from its hinges, and she raced into the tiny room. Her bosom heaved as she spotted a bundle in a bed. She cast the blankets aside and spotted...pillows?
She spun and came face-to-face with Lyra. A perverse smile lit her marefriend's usual cheery features. “Lyra? No!” She absolutely refused to believe it. “Lyra Heartstrings! It's me! Bonnie! Can't you understand me?” All she got in return was a giggle. Bon Bon's eyes watered. “Oh Celestia no...” She wrapped her forehooves around her marefriend and wept.
Lyra titled her head to one side, curious about what was wrong, then realization dawned on the unicorn. Her friend was so stressed out and couldn't understand how happy she was now. But she'd fix that soon enough! She playfully tackled her lover to the bed, nestling between her spread limbs as she pinned Bonnie there, and mischievously licked her cheek.
Strained, choked sobs escaped Bon Bon's throat. The mare she loved more than anything was pretty much no more. All that remained was this hollow mockery. Lyra beamed wide, exposing the tiny pill between her teeth, which she revealed like it was a present. Bon Bon easily could've used her training to throw her off and subdue her. But why bother? What really mattered was being together with the one she loved more than anything. “I-I'm sorry, Celestia. I failed you...”
Lyra mashed their snouts in a sensuous kiss, and she didn't resist her, even as the pill was forced down her gullet by her love's tongue. Tears dripped down her cheeks as she gulped. “You're the world to me, Lyra. You always will be. Now, I'll never have to leave you again. Never...” Her lips twisted into a bittersweet smile while she locked her limbs around her and leaned into her kiss. It felt so good to just let go and finally rest. No more jobs, money, rent, responsibility...just let somepony else take care of them. The stallions would be more than happy to take care of them in return for a piece of their asses.
There never was a grand conspiracy. Just a drug that had accidentally been discovered by mixing several when Pacific Glow was desperate for a new level of high. She'd fried her brain and burned herself out, but she still remembered the formula for the concoction even after she'd broken her psyche, and passed it on to others who would made her more in return for a piece of her.
The warehouse with its magic-neutralizing aura was set up in case of a raid from authorities, as all kinds of illicit deals were constantly underway here, mostly contraband and other black market material. Most of the stallions here weren't even aware anypony here had their psyches shattered; to the patrons Pacific Glow, Octavia, and Vinyl Scratch were just cheerfully slutty mares, while Big Mac and Shining Armor were simply another pair of horny, albeit eccentric stallions who fucked harder than anypony! Recently Fleur de Lis had joined their ranks, while Lyra and Bon Bon would soon follow.
Author's Note
Sorry if this one's a tad short, but I didn't want to leave my readers hanging too long if I could help it!
Cum on the Dance Floor 2: Rock Out With Your Cock Out
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!
