Velvet Conundrum

After signing the contract, Velvet idled around the establishment until dusk. She then retreated down the left hall to a room labeled 'dressing room,' which she found oddly fitting given the circumstances. As per said contract, and Zejorba's agreement, she could head back home on the daily once all this was said and done. She sighed in relief in that one, before getting to work on trimming herself up a bit.

Watching herself in a dressing mirror provided solely for this gig, she started with the simplest of her tasks: the socks. Long, red velvety things that went surprisingly smoothly upon her legs, up to the cutie mark and shoulders, ending in black trimming that marked where her hooves were. As soon as they were fitted, she spun around in the mirror to check that they were on properly, and securely.

That done, she magically pulled off a saddle hanging from the wall and plopped it onto her back. She shifted at its weight a bit, before moving about to secure it around her waist as she ogled it in the mirror. It matched the trim, and had cutesy little heart patterns embroidered into its leather, alternating between red and black for a bit of pizzazz. As soon as it was secure, she pulled off a collar from the dressing mirror, and studied it for a moment before adorning it. It had the same pattern as the saddle, but with an additional heart-shaped metal ring at the front, and a circular piece dangling from that heart's bottom to act as a leash anchor.

For a moment, Velvet checked again that everything was in order. Spinning around once more to see that everything was secure, she turned her rump to the mirror and magically lifted her tail, a pair of scissors, and a maneband before she craned her neck. Using the reflective glass to see what she was doing, she cropped off half her tail's length and put the fallen locks into the nearest trash bin. After that, she crammed the rest into a tight bun and used the band to secure it in place. She knelt on her front knees and wiggled her rump, turning to the glass to see if the tailcut had the desired effect.

… eh, there was a bit of tail sticking out, fanning out on the top of the bun, but it still showed off her sex. That would have to do. She stood up and turned to the door, hearing a faint hustle and bustle going on. She shrugged and trotted out of the room, eyes widening as she saw Zejorba in the hall with a pink, bottled brew in hoof. He studied her for a moment, and smiled warmly. "You're killing it, and it's not even service time yet," he said appraisingly.

Velvet had the decency to blush. "Thanks, sir," she said.

"Don't mention it," Zejorba replied, keeping his warm smile. "I'll give you the brew once service time rolls around. The earlier it's taken before then, the faster it might wear off." Velvet nodded in understanding; potions were finicky things. It probably took a lot to even get the brew just right. "Try on some of the other outfits in the meantime, see what fancies you. Who knows, you might be able to turn your husband on when you return to him."

Velvet grinned. "I can do that. How many hours until opening time?"

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Opening time rolled around once the moon rose, and Velvet strode down the left hall to get a head start on things. She kept the heart-patterned accoutrements on her body, and made sure to fan out the loose bits of her tail to make that mess look a little more orderly and appealing. Rounding a corner of the hall, she found a large… 'lobby' would have been the best way to describe it. Entrances lined with more curtains were scattered about the room, and at the far back there was a drinking bar settled next to the restrooms. In the center of the room was a stage affixed with three poles spread out, surrounded by a single row of seats. Above them, affixed to the ceiling, were some loudspeakers spaced apart for maximum effect.

Velvet trotted to the bar, and found it was occupied by a single zebra mare. "Hey," said zebra greeted. "First time here?"

Velvet nodded. "Yes. Say, do you serve the strippers anything?"

The zebra nodded. She reached under the bar and pulled out a bottled, corked up pink potion. "Was told to keep this on hoof for you, when opening hour rolls around," she answered, carefully pushing the drink to Velvet. "Go on, drink it." Velvet obliged, taking it in hoof, uncorking it and bringing it to her muzzle in one motion. Clamping it with her mouth as music started to come from the speakers, she started to drink.

A spicy, sweet taste flooded her mouth as she drank, warm and yet oddly inviting. It did not burn her tongue much, but lingered as she polished off the potion. She put the emptied bottle down and turned to the stage as a few mares, dressed like her with variations in their outfits, pranced their way up to those poles.

"Are you going to join them?" the zebra asked. Velvet turned to her, feeling a warm and tingly feeling in the entirety of her nether regions.

Velvet shook her head, smiling. "No, I just want to watch and see how they do it," she answered. The zebra nodded, and she turned back to the stage to find a small hoofful of stallions, mostly unicorns with some zebra mixed in, cantering to the scattered seats with satchels in mouth and magic. The mares on stage began to dance, twirling on the poles and shaking their rumps seductively as the stallions opened their satchels and began tossing them bits.

One zebra noticed Velvet, though, and did not open his bag. Rather, he trotted to her, and hooked his foreleg in hers. He tugged roughly, and Velvet went along with him in an awkward three-legged trot, the tingly sensation starting to evict logic right out of her mental coffers. Parting the curtains of one of the siderooms, she found nothing but a small dresser and a queen-sized bed.

The zebra roughly threw her to the edge of that bed belly-up and clambered onto its sheets, smirking as he took a moment to eat Velvet up with his eyes. "An older mare…" he observed, grinning wryly.

It took a few seconds for Velvet's fogging mind to conjure a response. It was another few after that, just for her to articulate it. "I have my reasons," she said with a playful wink.

The zebra nodded. "Ah. I heard the mother of the Friendship Princess was coming here," he noted. Velvet felt something hard and fleshy land upon her stomach, brushing up against her fur as he bucked his hips gently. "Are you she?"

Velvet nodded. "And I want a third baby," she answered.

The zebra grinned at this, and Velvet could've sworn his tail hiked. Velvet's mind continued to go hazy as she saw the zebra shifting so that his member would go in front of her face. On autopilot, she opened her mouth to start sucking, and the stallion groaned and put his hoof to the back of her head. Roughly, he started to fuck her mouth, drawing out his thrusts with a few grunts, but no pants or moans. Velvet couldn't help but moan; it was all she could do to withstand the onslaught.

When she felt him swelling, he pulled out with a pleased smirk. "For an older, married mare… you sure take a dicking real good," the zebra complimented, throbbing hard and dripping wet. He grabbed Velvet and turned her onto her stomach before shifting his body so his snout would be level with her groin. He inhaled deeply, humming in appreciation as a tantalizing scent made its way to his nostrils and flooded his brain.

Velvet yelped as he put his mouth on her bud and began sucking and licking eagerly. Static clouded her mind at first, before building up into warmth and pleasure as his aggressive motions tried to milk her dry. A hoof grasped her teats roughly, molding them and twisting their nipples just hard enough to send jolts up her spine. She began to grind against his lips and tongue, moaning loudly and lewdly even as her magic started to stroke his length.

Her vision blurred, filled with light and warmth as her eyes began to roll back and her tongue lolled out. Gently kneading his balls with her hooves, she growing wetter and wetter; she was almost there in fact, just about to—

—then the paramour pulled his muzzle off with a lewd lick and a slurp. Before Velvet could whine in protest, he spun around again without striking her, and grasped her by the collar with a hoof as he aligned his dick to take the plunge. "It's as if you went into heat again," the stallion mused, a glint in his eye as he prodded for a moment.

Velvet drooled, and she'd have swished her tail in anticipation if she were able. She barely heeded the remark, and quivered in anticipation of what was to come. She cried out, in both surprise and need, when the member slid in and hilted in a single, fluid motion. He stilled, still throbbing within her eager walls, watching her intently.

Then he started to fuck her roughly, pulling her mane with one hoof and the collar with the other. Velvet screamed in pain and pleasure, her nub grinding against his medial ring as it pistoned in and out. Her hooves moved to clutch his neck, and he pulled harder on her collar as his hips continued to hammer into her. Velvet's back arched, and her back legs tried to coil around his hips, but they moved too fast for her to anchor properly.

The warmth grew stronger now, further still fogging her mind as she was mercilessly fucked upon the bed. The zebra changed it up a notch; his hooves released her collar and head, only to grasp the sides of the saddle to pull her up violently, lifting her off the bed as he moved to stand on his hinds to continue the adulterous serenade.

Still standing, he then moved to pin her against the nearest wall, dick still ramming into her as she bounced up and down in his grasp. Velvet could only cling to his neck for dear life, hinds still flailing in their desperate attempt to find purchase. Sensing this, the paramour shifted his front legs to grasp her buttocks, pressing her harder against the wall as he continued fucking her. Her horn began sparking wildly, of its own accord, though its magic could not go anywhere as it was unfocused.

He didn't seem to care either way. He was intent only on pounding the living daylights out of her. He kept going, starting to twitch and produce pre, which didn't help nor hurt with how wet she already was. He bit down on her neck, close to the collar, grunting and groaning as he continued to fuck her silly.

Velvet was lost in a sea of pleasure. Nothing else mattered in the world but this. Some part of her madly babbled that she was going to have to find a way to explain this to her husband, but… but acknowledged that him telling her to do whatever meant that he barely cared anymore. Twilight and Shining might be a bit harder to convince, though…

She yelped again when the paramour started to suckle on the spit he had clamped down with his teeth. "Yeeeeeeeeeeeees!!" she hollered, winking wildly as the cusp of release came within her grasp once more. "More! Give me more!" The paramour obliged, twisting around to throw her back on the bed to finish the job.

Between grunts, he managed to mutter through clenched teeth, "Taking it like a proper whorse… you certainly know what you want." His ministrations sped up, smacking into her with a force that set her buttocks rippling and her sex winking in a frantic frenzy. For another minute or so, the only sound to be made was the slick thrusting, the lewd moans, and the grunts that were almost drowned out amidst it all.

Then, it came. The paramour's rough movements ground to a standstill as he emptied himself in Velvet. Velvet, in turn, ground against him to achieve release herself, smearing his spaff all over her inner walls. Some leaked out because of this, staining her bunched-up tail but the rest stayed inside as she slowed down to a gentle stop.

The mental haze still lingered, even as the drowning voice of logic tried to screech about unsightly, horrible things. Pleasure finished smothering it, and that was that.

The paramour flopped onto the bed, and they exchanged glances. "Same time tomorrow?" he asked.

Velvet gave a lazy nod as her logical side was, finally, snuffed out. "Same time," she agreed. "Although I'd rather next week, if you're alright with it?"

The paramour nodded, eyes slipping shut. "I can make do with that," he replied softly, inhaling deeply.