The Cherry Pit

by dirty little secret

Rating: mature
Tags: Human, Original Character, Fetish, Equestria Girls, Porn, Sex, Twilight Sparkle (EqG), Sonata Dusk
Length: 19923

SciTwi goes in search of the secret admirer she's just found out about, and she ends up finding her in a private club that will help her strip all her inhibitions away.

Sci-Twi goes in search of the secret admirer she's just found out about, and she ends up finding her in a private club that will help her strip all her inhibitions away. She’s been harboring these perverted fantasies secretly in her head for so long, but can she handle it when they become reality?

Contains: loss of virginity, strippers, prostitution, being rushed into things, lesbians, collars, drinking cum out of dishes, anal, exhibitionism.
Cover art adapted from 1851634 by Otakon.

Published 2019-10-08 03:20:01 UTC
Last updated 2019-10-08 03:20:01 UTC

The Back Room

Even though Cherry Jubilee had told them to hurry, Sonata made sure that they both took the time to freshen up a little bit. That included not only putting smeared makeup back into place, but also giving each other quick wipe-downs with wet wipes. Twilight justified that by saying it was faster … but really, it was just a lot more fun, especially when it meant she got to touch every inch of Sonata, with nothing but the flimsy little cloth in between. It was tempting – oh so tempting – to give extra attention to certain spots … but that would only make both of them wetter and messier than they already were, and they had places to be and people to do, apparently.

While Twilight kept held herself back enough to get things done quickly – she didn't want to get Sonata in trouble with Cherry Jubilee – Sonata tended to linger as she ran the wipes up and down Twilight’s body.

Eventually, Twilight mustered the courage to ask, “So, um… All of that out there on stage. Was that all just for show, or…?”

Sonata darted in and kissed her, right on the lips – just a little peck, not enough to sink into and lose herself in. She grinned. “I did give you that note, didn't I? Now put these on.” She handed Twilight a cat-ear headband and a long, fluffy tail with a clip on it.

Blushing as they finished freshening up, Twilight couldn’t help but smile to herself a little. This was more than she’d ever thought she could have, and despite the note, she hadn’t been entirely sure of anything until that little kiss Sonata gave her. But there couldn’t be any ulterior motives for that private little kiss. Sonata liked her – liked her. And Twilight was very quickly beginning to like her back. Would they be dating now, outside of the club? Would Twilight need to introduce Sonata to her parents? Hopefully they wouldn’t ask how the two of them met… Oh, it was all so confusing!

* * *

Twilight paused just outside the entrance to the little private room – paused long enough for Sonata’s hand to pull hers forward from where she’d been holding it as they walked side by side. “Are you, uh… Are you sure I’m ready for this?” Twilight asked. She still felt like she couldn’t walk quite right, not with this cat tail – the base of which was a butt plug – firmly lodged in her.

“Well, duh! We already went over what to do like fifteen times.”

Still not moving, Twilight gripped the other girl’s hand harder. “But…”

Sonata pulled harder, dragging Twilight into the room. “Come on – you know what to do!”

There was no more time for protests. As soon as the door opened, Twilight saw the two guys waiting for them inside and watching eagerly. Their eyes really lit up when they saw Twilight and Sonata coming in. After all, they’d been waiting quite a while, hadn’t they? She hadn’t expected them to be … cute.

Still, though, she tried not to blush. These guys hadn’t come here for blushing innocents, had they? They had come here for the kind of girl Twilight was in her wildest fantasies. Smooth, seductive, and confident. So she put as much sway into her step as she could manage under the circumstances, and she tried to make her smile a self-assured one rather than a nervous one.

After all, she’d never done anything like this, and she felt like that brief experience on stage with Sonata wasn’t nearly an adequate level of experience to prepare herself for real guys … real guys with real dicks. And if what Sonata said was true, those dicks were likely to end up inside her very soon. She glanced up just long enough to see that the two guys on the couch were both still staring at them – mostly at her. One was blue, a darker shade than Sonata’s, and he seemed a bit older than the other one. The younger-looking of the two was a yellowish orange color that reminded her of Sunset Shimmer, but his long hair was almost stark white. He couldn’t have been a day over eighteen, if he was even that.

Sonata pushed Twilight down on the couch next to the younger of the two. As Twilight struggled to make her unexpected landing almost directly on her butt plug tail look graceful, Sonata sat down on the far end of the couch, next to the older guy.

“So,” Sonata said, already running her fingers over the guy’s chest. “What brings two handsome studs like you boys into our little club?”

Thankfully, the music was a bit more muffled and subdued way back in this private room, so Twilight actually had a chance of hearing what everyone – even Sonata way down at the end of the couch – was saying.

The older one elbowed the other guy roughly. “My little bro here is about to get married. Gotta show him a good time before he’s locked down forever!”

“Come on, man,” the younger said. “I really don’t think Dew Drop would be okay with this … and does it even count as a bachelor party when it’s just the two of us?”

Sonata caught Twilight’s eyes, then made significant nodding motions toward the younger guy.

Well, here it goes, Twilight thought. She’d been given very brief lessons on what to do, but she still felt like she was way out of her depth when it came to coaxing a reluctant guy out of his shell. She’d barely just came out of her own shell! But she could do it, right? And she knew she wanted this to go well. She’d been worried that the guys they’d find in the private room would be old and gross. If she had to practice with any ones, she definitely wanted cute ones like these two. “What’s your name?” she started off with, oh-so-casually placing her palm on his thigh.

“I-I’m, uh…” From the way his leg twitched slightly, he definitely noticed where Twilight’s hand had gone. “I’m Bon Fire, but you can, uh … call me Bonnie. This is my brother, Angel Fire.”

Twilight leaned closer. “Such a great name. I’m Twi—” She stopped herself just in time. “... Twinkle, and this is Sirena. Do you like my new outfit? What do you think?” She started rubbing her hand up and down over his pants, coming perilously close to a certain quickly-growing bulge.

He stared down at her hand, though his eyes kept glancing up toward her body and the red ‘kitty-cat’ bikini she now wore … especially the little cutout – in the shape of a cat’s face – in the middle of her tube-top like bra.

Twilight blushed to feel his eyes on her so closely and so blatantly, but she still remembered the kind of thing she was supposed to say. “Meow.” She pawed the air in front of her with her other hand. “Does it look good on me?”

Bonnie nodded, his hands already rising up in a cupping gesture toward Twilight’s breasts. But Sonata reached across Angel’s lap and slapped the younger guy’s hands away.

“Nuh-uh-uh,” Sonata said, only going back to her seat once it was clear Bonnie had gotten the message. She looked over at Angel. “Do you have something for us first?”

Angel grinned and nodded, retrieving a healthy stack of bills and slapping it onto the low table in front of them.

Sonata glanced at it just long enough for her experienced eyes to visually count it. Then she purred. She actually purred. It was a very convincing imitation, one that Twilight was sure she’d never be able to beat. Already rising up and swinging a leg over Angel’s lap, she held out a hand and tugged Twilight closer. “Are you ready to show these boys a good time, Twinkle?”

With a smile, Twilight finally took her hand away from Bonnie’s lap, though she just happened to brush her hand directly over the bulge in the middle as she did so. She followed Sonata’s lead and straddled the younger boy, beginning to rub herself up and down his lap, holding her hands on his shoulders to help balance herself. She tried to writhe her hips around in the lithe circular motions Sonata was doing, but she was sure that she didn't quite pull it off correctly. Plus, when she moved too fast, her tail swung behind her, moving the butt plug in ways she was far from being used to.

Still though, Bonnie seemed to like it. His eyes went wide as he stared down at her body. Unlike his brother, he kept his hands to himself, firmly against the bottom of the seat just behind him.

That wouldn't do, not at all. Maybe Sonata had been a bit too harsh in correcting him before. Now it was Twilight’s task to get him back into it. Thankfully, though, that would probably be pretty easy to do. She leaned in close, still riding his lap, and whispered into his ear, “We’re in the back room now, Bonnie, and everything’s paid up. You can touch.” Running her hands down from his shoulders, she slid them all the way down until she held his hands in hers … and then, trying not to let her own hands betray her by trembling, lifted his hands up and placed them on each side of her body, just above her hips.

“There you go,” she whispered in his ear, pausing to give it a playful little lick. “Isn’t that better?”

Bonnie nodded vigorously, his hands eagerly beginning to slide up and down her body as she moved on top of him. Really sneakily, too – he let Twilight’s own motion move her body under his hands whenever that would let his hands move upward, but he held onto her whenever it would have made his hands move downward on her. Little by little, he was working his way up. He probably thought he was being clever. But what he apparently didn't know was that what he wanted to do right now – and probably a lot more than that – was already expected in what his brother had paid already paid for. If he hadn’t been so focused on Twilight, he might have noticed that his brother’s hands were already all over Sonata. What he couldn’t know was just how much Twilight’s body was tingling with the anticipation of feeling his hands doing the same.

Being touched – and more than touched – by Sonata was one thing. Sonata was incredible, but she was a secret admirer … or now a girlfriend, perhaps. Doing it on stage was risqué, but it was still just messing around with her girlfriend. Bonnie, though… Bonnie was a complete stranger who she’d never met before and might never meet again. And Twilight was about to let him do all kinds of things with her … just for money. Now that was something that only Fantasy Twilight could do!

The way his eyes lit up when his hands finally slid around to cup her breasts felt almost as good as the actual touch itself. Just as he squeezed for the first time, Twilight slid her hips forward, planting her panty-clad pussy directly against the bulge in his pants. “Meow,” she said, beginning to really get into the role. “Do you like them?”

He nodded dumbly, his hands trembling against her bra.

“Then why don’t you take a better look?” Reaching behind herself, she unclasped the bra and began to lift it up. At first, the front of it was trapped between her own boobs and Bonnie’s hands. He was so unwilling to let go that he wouldn’t even allow her to take off her top. But he soon realized that and loosened his grip, letting her pull it out from between.

It felt even better when he touched her bare breasts – he was only the second person to ever do that to her, and he was much rougher with them than Sonata had been. He squeezed her poor little breasts almost to the point of hurting her, pinching her nipples between his fingers as he did so.

Twilight glanced over at Sonata, feeling rather proud of her own debauchery. But when she saw Sonata, she found that she was actually rather behind the curve on this one as well – Sonata was already completely nude, standing on the couch’s seat and rubbing her own pussy lips right in front of Angel’s face as the older guy reached around and grabbed two huge handfuls of her tight blue ass.

At least there was one thing Twilight could one-up the other girl on, though. She reached down around Bonnie’s hands and blatantly grabbed his shaft through his pants, gripping it and sliding up and down its length a little. “You have a really nice cock,” she said, just as Sonata had told her to. This time, though, it really was true. Warm, rock hard, and bigger than she was expecting. She couldn’t wait to see it!

Her seeing him naked wasn’t what all of this was about, though. And she had some catching up to do with Sonata, after all, didn't she? She got up off of Bonnie’s lap, to his obvious disappointment as her boobs slipped out of his hands. But she made up for that by turning around and bending over, hooking both thumbs into the waistband of her red panties. “Meow. Do you want to see my pussy?”

Rather than answering her, he leaned forward and grabbed both cheeks of her ass, squeezing her tight.

That made her gasp, and it made her have to catch her balance, letting go of her panties in order to brace her arms against the low table in front of her.

Bonnie didn't let that delay things, though. He took things into his own hands – quite literally – by pulling down her panties himself, sliding his hands all the way down her ass as he did so. The base of her tail jiggled playfully inside her ass as he pulled the restricting panties away from it.

Looking down between her own legs as her panties came down, Twilight could clearly see the wet spot in them, and even a tiny bit of clear nectar connecting her pussy to that wet spot … and she knew Bonnie must have noticed exactly the same thing. It had to be just blatant how turned-on she was getting from all of this. And even if he somehow hadn’t seen it – it was kind of dim in this room, with odd lighting from the corners of the ceiling – he had to have felt it when he ran one finger right up the middle of her slit.

Twilight’s eyes went wide. Was he allowed to do that … yet?

When she looked back at Sonata, though, her answer was clear enough. Angel already had two fingers deep inside Sonata’s pussy, and she had his deep blue cock out, stroking it in one hand while she held his head against her flat chest with the other hand.

Oh.

Given that example, Twilight backed herself up and lowered her ass into Bonnie’s lap, rubbing her wet pussy directly over the bulge in his pants and her tail against his belly. He moaned and humped back against her motions. One of his hands slipped down over her belly to rub at her wet pussy lips, while the other went higher, groping both of her boobs by pressing them together. His fingers could just barely stretch wide enough to touch both of her nipples at once.

Twilight danced like that for who knows how long with him. Neither of them wanted it to stop. Their faces pressed together side by side, each of them breathing heatedly. Bonnie would hardly let her move to any other position – he didn't want to give up his ability to touch her like this. That left her unable to imitate any of the odd acrobatic moves Sonata was doing as she clambered all over Angel, but Twilight was okay with that. Given how new she was at all of this, that was probably for the best.

Bonnie didn't look experienced, but his fingers sure seemed to know what to do, both on her pussy and with her breasts. A little more of this and she’d run the risk of cumming a nice big wet stain on this nice boy’s pants. She did risk reaching behind herself and unbuttoning his pants. Not to prevent a mess, but to reach inside and grab his cock. So hot and so thick! She rubbed it eagerly, matching the motions of her hips against his lap, just begging him to cum right onto her lower back. Momentarily, she wished she had a tramp stamp back there for him to decorate. Maybe she could get one of those soon.

It was Angel who brought things to a head first, though. “G-get the dish!” he cried out suddenly. “I’m gonna cum!”

His voice had been a bit muffled between Sonata’s thighs – she’d been holding herself upside down in front of him and yet somehow she still managed to have a hand free to stroke him with. But that didn't slow her down in the slightest. She flipped off of him and grabbed something from a drawer underneath the table without even needing to look for it.

When Sonata held it up, Twilight saw that it was the silver ‘kitty food’ dish Sonata had mentioned. It was bigger than Twilight expected. She sure hoped these guys weren’t going to fill that to the brim. She doubted she could even drink that much water, much less thick, gooey cum!

Angel scooted forward on the couch, stroking his own cock now, and Sonata knelt in front of him, making the most intriguing little lust-filled faces at him and holding her mouth open, with the dish held just below.

One look at that was all Angel could take.

Although Twilight did keep moving on Bonnie’s lap and even kept stroking Bonnie’s cock, she couldn’t help but be a bit distracted by what she suddenly had such a good view of: Angel’s cock wildly spurting out thick lines of white cum. A lot of it didn't land in the dish at all, and a great deal of it ended up right on Sonata’s face. She quickly swallowed the little bits that landed directly on her tongue, then stuck it out again, waiting for more.

And did Angel ever have more to give! He didn't fill the dish, not anywhere close. But he did pump out enough to cover almost the entire bottom of the dish, leaving it slowly pooling on one side since Sonata wasn’t holding it perfectly level.

Even as Angel dripped out his last few drops into the bowl, and before Sonata could do anything with her prize, though, Bonnie interrupted: “I’m— I’m gonna—”

Sonata quickly handed Twilight the shallow metal bowl, just as Twilight was slipping down onto the floor. In her rush to turn around and hold the dish up for him, Twilight paid no attention to where she was putting her hands. Only after she was posing in front of Bonnie, watching him jerk himself to completion, did she notice Angel’s warm cum seeping up from between her fingers where she gripped the rim of the dish.

Bonnie threw his head back and groaned, going stiff all over. His cock spewed out a thick stream.

Twilight knew she’d finally broken Fantasy Twilight free when her first impulse was to lean forward and catch Bonnie’s cum straight in her mouth. But no. These guys – probably Angel – had requested a very specific show from Cherry Jubilee, and they were going to get it. She soon found out that while Bonnie wasn’t quite as prolific as his brother, what he lacked in volume, he made up for in accuracy. Almost all of his spurts splashed directly into the dish, only occasionally overshooting onto Twilight’s hands or chest, and only one lonely little drop ever landed in Twilight’s mouth.

She rolled that drop on her tongue eagerly, though, before swallowing it. Salty and creamy, but not bad… Her eyes went down to the rapidly-filling dish, and she licked her lips in anticipation. Fantasy Twilight was in full control now, and she was liking this!

Before Bonnie was even done dripping out his last little bits, Sonata was already beside Twilight and plunging her face into the bowl. Bonnie’s last drops landed on the back of her head, right in her ponytail. She didn't seem to mind though – maybe she didn't even notice. She was far too busy slurping up the cum from the bottom of the dish.

When Sonata finally came up to swallow and then breathe, Twilight took her own chance. No hesitation. If she hesitated, Sonata might go in for another turn. She just dove right in. The still-warm cum smeared her cheeks and tingled on her tongue. She could definitely feel two different consistencies rushing past her lips as she sucked in a mouthful – one thinner and one thicker, but they both blended together into one flavor, just slightly muskier and more bitter than Bonnie’s drop of cum alone had been.

Pulling her head back up, she found both guys staring fixatedly at her, their eyes widening as she swallowed the thick, sticky mess down. It wasn’t easy – she’d been a bit greedy, and the stuff somehow got stickier as she tried to get it down her throat.

But it was Sonata’s turn to lick up the contents of the bowl and Twilight’s turn to look cute for the two guys as she gulped down their mixed cum, so she did her best to hide just how difficult it was to swallow it. Instead she looked up at them coyly, fluttering her eyelashes to draw their attention away from her struggles to swallow. After she finally finished, she opened her mouth to show them that she’d taken down every drop.

And just in time, too, because Sonata was coming up, giving her another turn with the bowl.

It only took a few turns between the two of them before they were sliding their tongues around the edges, gathering up every last drop. And then, of course, there were the leftovers. Both of them had streaks of cum on their faces, and although Sonata had more, they both also had some on their chests. By then, it had started to cool and get even stickier, but the guys didn't seem to mind watching the two girls lick each other clean right in front of them.

Finally, the two of them were clean…ish. It was nothing near the clean of an actual shower or anything, of course, and Twilight could still feel the tacky stick of Sonata’s spit and a bit of cum residue clinging to her bare skin. It was as good as they were going to get for now, though. They could use wet wipes again when they got back to the locker room.

It seemed like that might not be the next thing to happen, though. While Bonnie had put his cock away and zipped up his pants, Angel still had his hanging proudly out of his fly, even though it flopped down loosely now.

Sonata already seemed to know what he wanted. “Do you have anything else for us?” she asked.

Grinning, Angel dug into his pocket and pulled out another wad of bills – an even thicker stack this time. He plopped them down on the table right on top of the first. “It’s my little bro’s last day as a free man. Give us the works.”

Sonata smiled back, leaning in closer as she scooched her kneeling legs back in front of him. She didn't say anything, though. Instead, she ducked right down and took his cock in her mouth, easily fitting the whole thing inside.

Angel leaned back against the back of the couch and ran his fingers through Sonata’s hair. “Yeah – that’s the stuff.”

Twilight turned to look at Bonnie, but Bonnie was completely distracted by watching the blowjob going on right next to them. That was … kind of okay. It gave her a chance to figure out what to do with the empty dish she was still holding in one hand. By the time she had it scuttled away around the corner of the table, she found him touching himself through his pants.

She covered his furtively moving hand with her own. “Why don’t you let me take care of that?”

Slowly, almost reluctantly, he moved his hand away, and Twilight was able to unbutton his pants for him again. His cock kind of sprung and flopped out, already halfway hard again, but still flexible enough to bounce around and end up landing right in Twilight’s hand.

Giggling a little, she stroked it. “Eager, isn’t it?”

He nodded. She had to wiggle his pants down a little more before she could comfortably reach everything she wanted to – after all, she’d never been able to hold a real pair of balls before – but once she did, she came in close, finally getting a really good look at his orange-yellow cock. It contrasted starkly against her light purple skin, and the girth of it filled her hand nicely. As big as it had felt through his pants and later in her hand, she hadn’t been prepared for how big it would look up close. It seemed almost as thick around as her wrist, and long enough that she couldn’t stretch her hand over the entire thing.

Bonnie whimpered – he actually whimpered a little. When Twilight glanced up, she saw his eyes trailing toward what Sonata’s head was doing in Angel’s lap.

Well, that was enough of a hint for Twilight to take. It was time for her to try her very first blowjob. Before Bonnie could get any more distracted – and before she could start to hesitate – she plunged her head down and planted a long, firm lick all the way up his shaft.

That drew Bonnie’s attention right back to her! Now when she looked up into his eyes, they stared right back down at her in wondrous awe.

Now that was more like it! Twilight grinned as she planted another sensuous lick on him. It didn't taste like much, besides just skin. Why had she expected it to taste different? But it was warm and weighty against her tongue, the mass of it against her mouth enticing her to take things further.

So she did. She worked her way all the way up to his bell-shaped tip, then plunged her mouth down on him. She was worried that her inexperience would show, but Bonnie didn't seem to mind. He shuddered and moaned a little, caressing Twilight's shoulder with one hand. And pleasantly enough, his cock was still limp and flexible enough to curve right around to the back of her throat. Mind over matter, Twilight, she told herself, beginning to swallow the tip. She was Fantasy Twilight now, and she would take his whole length, just like she did in almost all her fantasies.

It was a bit uncomfortable, and she almost gagged, but she did it. She swallowed it down as if she was trying to eat it whole, and a healthy bit of his length flowed right down into her throat like it was meant to be there.

Her hand, now with no more cock to hold, naturally made its way down to cradle his balls instead. Unlike her, he hadn’t done more than a cursory trim down there, so they were fuzzy … but it was kind of fun to run her fingers through that fuzz, tickling him as she began to bob her head up and down on his cock, completely disregarding her own need to breathe.

Unfortunately, though, her efforts were a bit too successful. Bonnie started to get hard. His cock didn't get much bigger – there was no way she could have handled it if it had – but it did get stiffer, no longer bending to contour itself to the curve of her throat. Instead, it pressed harshly against the back of her throat every time she went down a little, quickly triggering her gag reflex, despite her best efforts.

Coughing and sputtering up slimy spit, Twilight pulled herself off of his cock and took a deep breath. She didn't leave him out in the cold for long, though. She went right back to it, wrapping her lips around his tip and bobbing her head again … but without going all the way down this time. Now, in addition to the hand on his balls, she pumped the rest of his cock with her other hand, working him until she felt his whole body begin to tremble.

When she felt a hand grip the back of her hair, she thought it was Bonnie about to push her down harder … but actually, that hand pulled her up.

It was Sonata who’d pulled her up, Twilight saw once she no longer had her face buried in Bonnie’s crotch.

“Easy there, Twinkle,” Sonata said. “If you use him up now, he won’t be able to do the rest.”

Twilight looked up at Sonata, spit still dribbling from her lips and her hands still on Bonnie’s cock and balls. “The rest?”

Grinning back knowingly, Sonata straddled Angel’s lap again. At some point when Twilight had been rather distracted, the other girl had managed to get Angel’s pants completely off. And now when Sonata settled into his lap, his dark blue cock quite clearly slid right up into her lighter blue pussy. She took it all the way in smoothly and easily, letting out just a tiny little gasp as he bottomed out inside her.

Sonata looked over at Twilight and winked.

Well, Twilight certainly wasn’t going to be left out of that kind of fun – not after awakening her wilder side and bringing it into the real world! She stood up herself, leaning over Bonnie and pulling his pants downward. Only … how did Sonata get this done so easily with Angel? The fabric kept bunching up, and it stuck against the vinyl couch, and how was she ever going to get it past his knees or shoes?

Bonnie solved all those problems for her by standing up and pulling his own pants down. He kicked off his shoes to get them over his feet and had himself naked from the waist down in no time. But instead of sitting back down on the couch, he reached out and pulled Twilight closer to himself.

They very nearly kissed … but not quite. Twilight held his head against the nape of her neck, letting him kiss and lick her there as they pressed their bodies together. She could feel his cock pushing on the smooth curve of her belly as he shamelessly groped her ass and tits. For her own part, she reached down and got a handful of his ass as well. It was nice and firm and rounder than she’d expected, but she didn't get much of a chance to grope him.

He soon held her by the shoulders and turned her to face the couch. At first, she didn't know what he was trying to do like that, but when she felt his body pressing against hers from behind, she suddenly understood.

And, surprisingly, she found that she was more than okay with it. Here she was, about to lose anything that remained of her virginity to a complete stranger, and there wasn’t even a hint of the old Twilight who would be a trembling, sobbing mess at this point. She was Fantasy Twilight now, ready for anything and everything sexual and to come out of it begging for things to be taken to the next level. Grinning to herself as she bit her lip slightly, she bent over the couch, bracing her arms against the cushions, and she arched her back. Her ass tilted upward a little, giving Bonnie a perfect view and the perfect opportunity to—

Twilight yelped a little as Bonnie’s cock slid roughly into her pussy. He felt so big in there! And it was so sudden!

But while she might have been shocked and terrified by that suddenness before today, now it just thrilled her. Yes! It was finally her time, and she’d found a guy who was willing to take her, no questions asked. She pushed back against him, forcing the rest of his spit-slick cock into her newly-stretched pussy, reveling in the intense stretching pressure that verged on pain. This was it! Now she couldn’t be counted a virgin by anyone’s standards.

Bonnie grabbed onto her waist with both hands, beginning to thrust in and out of her, rocking her back and forth over the couch.

Her hair fell down over her face, and for a time, her world contracted into something very small indeed. There was only the couch, the rocking motion of her body, the intense pleasure of Bonnie’s cock sliding against her inner walls, the slaps of Bonnie’s hips against her ass, and the heat of her breath building up behind her curtain of hair. She quickly lost track of how long it was going – it didn't matter. She wanted it to last forever.

Things weren’t completely unchanging, though. With every thrust, with every time Bonnie’s huge cock slammed into her, a little more pressure built up deep inside her. She knew it was coming, and she couldn’t wait for her very first orgasm with a cock inside her.

Sonata must have noticed that, though, perhaps from the pitch of Twilight’s voice as she moaned slightly. And Sonata knew just how to help – still riding Angel for all he was worth, she reached over and slid her hand up between Twilight’s slightly-spread legs. Her slender little fingers found Twilight’s clit easily, giving her a sensual little rub just as Bonnie picked up his pace even more.

Twilight turned her head to look at Sonata, her hair parting and falling to the side to reveal Sonata grinning back at her with just the most knowing smile … but one that also held an odd bit of challenge in it. And, on top of it all, just an endless amount of love. Twilight was somehow transported. She felt as if she were the one Sonata was riding, for all that her eyes and body told her otherwise. The sensual motions of Sonata’s hips perfectly matched the rhythm of Bonnie’s thrusts, and for that brief moment, Twilight felt as if everyone and everything in that room was just her and Sonata, as if she could feel everything everyone was doing, and it simultaneously felt like she was doing it to Sonata and Sonata was doing it to her.

That moment ended in a crashing explosion of orgasm. The sensation of oneness was blown away by the sheer, overwhelming pressure of a sparkling wave that started where Sonata’s finger touched her clit and burned through her whole body, leaving her a trembling mess. She collapsed down against the couch and her pussy convulsed around Bonnie’s cock, grabbing and squeezing it as she squirted all over his crotch. Her face pressed directly into the cushions, making it even hotter and harder to breathe, but she couldn’t control her body enough to even turn her head to the side. Wave after wave of it crashed through her, and there was nothing she could do but ride out the mind-blowing pleasure.

Did she pass out for a bit, or did she just lose track of things so much that she didn't notice anything other than the orgasmic ripples coursing through her body? Either way, she came back to herself face-down on the dubiously clean couch cushions, her knees on the floor and quite a bit of something wet dripping down between her thighs. Someone was gently stroking her hair.

She looked up to find that it was Sonata. “There you are,” the other girl said. “Pretty good, huh?”

Twilight could only nod dumbly. When she touched her body, she felt the slightly slippery feel of cooling sweat, and there was an answering sheen on Sonata’s skin. After all, she’d been working hard bouncing on Angel’s lap while Twilight just had to take what Bonnie was giving her.

“We’ve still got to take care of these guys, though. You feel ready for another round, or should I take both at once?”

With a substantial effort, Twilight pulled herself back up to her feet. She might have staggered back and forth a little bit, but she managed to stay standing.

That seemed to be all the answer Sonata needed. “You guys getting close?” When they gave her a couple nods, she grinned and came over to wrap herself around Bonnie. “You’d better do it in the ass, then – getting us pregnant costs extra!”

Before Twilight could do more than blink dumbly at the sound of that, Sonata turned around and braced herself against the couch in much the same way Twilight had just been, placing herself squrely in front of Bonnie and slowly pulling the butt plug tail out of herself.

“I’ll take Bon Fire,” she said. “He’s pretty big for a first timer. Angel, you be gentle with Twinkle, alright?”

This was all going pretty fast, even for Fantasy Twilight. She watched Sonata’s eyes widen as Bonnie slowly pressed his cock into her ass, then her attention was taken up with Angel.

He was a bit bigger and more muscular than Bonnie, and that was a bit intimidating … but at least his cock was more normal-sized. Not small by any means, but not the kind of monster Bonnie was currently packing into Sonata’s ass. Twilight reached up and touched his chest, pushing him slightly toward the couch. He easily followed her gentle push and sat down there again, his legs outspread in front of him, showing everything he had to offer her as she straddled over his lap.

Though she knew better than to ride him to the point of cumming inside her pussy, she couldn’t resist the temptation of first taking him there. She held his cock in just the right spot and slowly lowered herself onto it. What really sold her on the idea was the feeling of Sonata’s juices aiding him on his way in, spreading inside her. This way, she could take a little bit of Sonata inside her, even though Sonata didn't have any way to do that directly.

From the way she felt him throb inside her and the way his body stiffened, though, she knew that he really was close. Slowly and carefully, with him still inside her pussy, she pulled out her own butt plug tail. She winced a little as the thickest part squeezed through … but at least this stretching would help her with the next part.

Pulling all the way up off of him, she took hold of his cock again and repositioned things slightly, lining him up just a little bit to the rear. She’d often fantasized about taking it up the ass, of course, but she’d never so much as played with herself there before Sonata introduced her to the butt plug tails, so when the slick round warmth of his tip pressed against her asshole it was still a very new sensation for her.

“Just try to relax and take it slow,” Sonata said, her voice wavering as Bonnie pounded her recklessly from behind. “Ease into it.”

How was it possible to ease into something like this? She was only pushing downward the slightest bit so far, and already the pressure seemed unbearable. Angel might not have been quite as big as his brother or the butt plug, but pressed against her asshole, his cock still felt enormous. A part of her – a part that Fantasy Twilight would rather pretend no longer existed – was sure that it would never fit all the way inside and that this was a terrible mistake.

But Angel was very patient and as gentle as possible. He held perfectly still as Twilight slowly began to ease her way down. She could hardly have blamed him if he wanted to thrust his hips up into her and take her roughly, but he didn't move at all, letting her take it at her own pace.

She did take it, though. Slowly, reluctantly, her asshole stretched back open to accommodate just half of Angel’s tip, then the tiniest bit more. He was only inside her by the barest technicality, but already Twilight felt a sense of accomplishment welling up inside her. A little more, and with a very tiny pop that didn't feel so tiny, the rim around his tip slipped inside, letting her asshole clench down around the very top of his shaft.

Thankfully, the combination of her own juices and Sonata’s was making things nice and slippery, so the long, slow slide down the rest of his shaft came easily enough. The only change was the massive sense of fullness and stretching she felt down there. It just grew and grew as she took more of his shaft, and every time she thought that it was at the absolute maximum it could possibly be, she slipped down a bit lower and got even deeper. So even when she completely bottomed out, her ass cheeks resting against Angel’s thighs, she still kind of expected to feel more of him expanding up into her.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” Angel mumbled under his breath.

She didn't know what to say to that, so she just responded with another “Meow.”

Slowly, Angel started moving a little. He flexed his hips, moving them not even an inch with every little flex, but it was more than enough to blow Twilight’s mind. She hadn’t been expecting to feel actual pleasure from this, but her pussy tingled in strange ways, drooling out a trail of milky clear juices onto the patch of hair on Angle’s crotch. And it all fed back into itself when he reached up and gently massaged her breasts.

Even though it was all far more gentle than anything Bonnie had done with her, it blew her away with the intensity of all the sensations she was going through. Or, perhaps, the sensations that were going through her.

Twilight lost herself in it, flowing along with the soft waves of Angel’s hips, the swelling pleasures of his hands squeezing her tits, and the little ripples of Angel’s veiny cock sliding in and out. She swayed back and forth along with those waves, her eyes drifting closed into an almost trance-like state. Never in her life had she imagined that she might feel anything like this. It was intoxicating, and it left her feeling all fuzzy and blurred, both inside and outside.

She lost track of time, lost track of herself … until Angel’s hands quite suddenly shifted from her breasts to her hips. It drew a startled little cry from her when he suddenly pushed her down against his lap as firmly as he could, forcing the last inch of his cock into her.

Only a moment later, though, she understood why. His cock pulsed inside her, kicking back and forth as a tangible throb swelled up from his base to his tip. And then she felt the warmth spreading deep inside her ass.

Biting her own lip, Twilight squirmed slightly against Angel’s lap, reveling in the feeling of his hot cum pumping deep inside her. It was impossible to tell for sure, of course, but it felt like he was every bit as prolific as he’d been when he’d splattered his load into the dish and all over Sonata. The heat and squishy wet feeling surged again and again, spreading into her and up even higher inside her, reaching places where she’d never felt anything before. It even felt like she was stretching a little on the inside, feeling even more full as his cum pooled and swirled inside her.

Neither of them were in a hurry to pull his cock back out of her ass. As he collapsed back down against the couch cushions, Twilight settled gently against his lap and enjoyed the last few twitches of his cock inside her ass.

She could have stayed like that for hours … if it weren’t for what she heard from the two going at it right next to her.

“I can’t hold it anymore – I’m gonna cum!”

“Pull out! I want it on my face!”

As Bonnie pulled out of Sonata’s ass, leaving her gaping, Twilight lifted herself off of Angel. When Sonata knelt down in front of Bonnie, Twilight was right there with her. The two of them pressed their faces together, mouths right next to each other and tongues out. Sonata reached around Twilight’s back and held one of Twilight's breasts. Twilight slipped her hand down to rub her fingers over her new girlfriend’s sopping-wet pussy lips.

It only took Bonnie a moment of stroking himself with a view like that in front of him, and his aim was as good as ever. The first warm, wet splatter landed squarely on Twilight’s tongue. The next on Sonata’s. Then he simply painted them, artistically draping them with sticky streams of cum all over their faces and chests. Only his last two decent spurts were saved for their mouths again – he leaned in close and poured it right down their throats. After that, it was just a few little drips, which he had to lean even closer still in order to get it on them at all.

When he was finally done, Twilight was amazed to note that he’d wasted nary a drop on the floor – every bit of cum she could find was either on her or on Sonata.

The two girls kissed, smearing his cum together on their tongues as they slid over one another’s, sloppily enough that he’d be sure to see it. That didn't last long, though. Soon, Twilight went after an enticing little glob she’d seen on one of Sonata’s nipples. Then Sonata went for a thick line that stretched from Twilight's cheek to her forehead. After that, it was too difficult to keep track of anything. The two of them went into a frenzy of licking Bonnie’s cum from one another, though neither of them grew quite distracted enough by it to stop fingering each other.

Even after they were nice and clean, they didn't stop. But Twilight did start to get the upper hand. Latching her mouth onto one of Sonata’s tiny nipples, she sucked greedily, slipping her fingers inside the other girl and wiggling them quickly as her thumb rubbed Sonata’s clit.

Sonata’s own hand went all but still against Twilight’s pussy as the girl arched her back and stiffened, her eyes staring unfocused at the ceiling.

She came hard, her warm juices flooding over Twilight’s hand and splashing a little because Twilight wasn’t about to stop moving just for a little squirt. It turned out that this was exactly the right choice – Sonata’s orgasm was followed by an even bigger one, then a bigger still. Twilight’s hand was absolutely drenched – and the carpet beneath it – before Sonata finally collapsed down, lying on her back as her whole body trembled. It almost looked like she was having a seizure … except for the big sloppy smile on her face and the dreamy look in her eyes.

For a long little while, Twilight smiled down at her utterly spent girlfriend. Seeing the skinny blue girl so in such an utter sexual wreck gave her an odd, fuzzy glow inside … especially when a lot of it had been done by her own hand. Silently, Twilight resolved to put Sonata into such a state as much and as often as she possibly could.

What finally distracted her from watching Sonata slowly recover and calm herself was Angel pulling up his pants and saying, “That’s a damn fine show, you two. Really above and beyond. You deserve this.” He took out yet another stack of bills – what seemed to be the last of the money he had – and slapped it down on the table on top of the rest.

Twilight could only mumble a little word of thanks as the two brothers zipped up their flies in near-unison, then stepped out of the little room, leaving her alone with Sonata. Reaching over, she gathered up the stack of money on the table. Her eyes went wide as she thumbed through it. It was definitely more cash than she’d ever held in her hands before.

Sonata finally managed to lift herself into a sitting position, propping herself up with arms outstretched behind her. She grinned up at Twilight.

And that grin sent a tingling warmth surging from Twilight’s chest through her whole body. She might really like it here...

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The Stage

When Twilight opened her textbook, she was surprised to find a folded scrap of paper inside. Not that this wasn’t common enough for her. She often made notes to supplement the pages and left them in place. But she always knew exactly where those would be – thanks to her carefully maintained index – and this one wasn’t supposed to be there. It wasn’t one of her neat pages of college-ruled notebook paper, either. It was a deep red, glossy cardstock.

Someone must have placed it there for her to find, but who? She glanced around the library study hall. No one looked suspicious, no one was watching her. Hm…

She was nothing if not meticulous, so she checked the opposite side before unfolding it. There was a handwritten note scrawled on it, difficult to read because the pen hadn’t worked well on the glossy paper: ‘I heard somebody was getting so distracted thinking about sex that she couldn’t even study~ I know a place that can help with that. –XOXO, your secret admirer.’

What?

No, really, what?

How had they known about that? How had anyone known about that? No! There was no way such a thing could have become common knowledge around Canterlot High. No possible way. As meticulous as Twilight was with her notes, she was even more meticulous in ensuring that no trace, no evidence of her secret desires could ever possibly be discovered, not by anyone.

No one would understand the depths of her secret depravity, so she would never ask anyone to understand. It was her secret and would forever stay her secret.

Only … it hadn’t. Someone knew.

A secret admirer knew! She … she had a secret admirer? Who? Was it one of the boys in history class? That would make sense, since it was stuffed into her history textbook.

She glanced around frantically, but nobody here seemed to be watching her, even though her ‘secret admirer’ definitely would be watching her open this book, watching her read the note, if they could. If it was someone in here, she’d know.

Nobody except her family had any access to her school bag outside of school, though, so it must have been someone in this school. Who? One of her friends, maybe?

Her friends were the obvious suspects. Sunset Shimmer, Fluttershy, Rainbow Dash, Pinkie Pie, Applejack, Rarity… Each name brought its own flavor of unspeakably detailed fantasy into Twilight’s head. How many times had she lost herself in thoughts of one or more of those wonderful girls, moaning their names as she touched herself?

Twilight could easily imagine herself begging to serve every whim of pleasure from Sunset’s demon form, her scalding hot body pressed against Twilight’s. Imagine willingly crawling on all fours, wearing Fluttershy’s leash and collar around her neck, a pony tail butt plug, and nothing else. Letting Rainbow ravish her while the rest of the soccer team watched, waiting for their turn. Working a pair of glory holes along with Pinkie and playing with her big pink tits as they both sucked and fucked their anonymous cocks. Pinning Applejack’s head between her thighs while the farm girl’s big big brother crammed his huge cock into her incestuous ass. Letting Rarity dress her up as a mannequin to test her most risque clothing lines and accepting anything Rarity’s customers felt like doing...

They were all absolutely beautiful in their own ways, and she’d already imagined in great detail how each of their personalities would come out in bed.

But which one? It wasn’t as if she could just go around to them, asking each one if it was them. That would put all of her friendships at risk … especially if any of them somehow learned just how depraved she’d gotten.

The more she’d tried to hide it, the more it seemed to want to come out. She so often caught her mind wandering these days, and not just into the realm of doing unspeakable things to her friends … and others. Not even just the realm of them doing unspeakable things to her. More and more, her fantasies ran toward the release of this terrible secret – having the raunchiest, most debauched sex possible, right there in front of everyone, even inviting all those spectators to come and watch her, leaving her drowning in cum and pussy juices both, draining from every hole as she struggled to swallow every last drop of—

She stopped herself. No – not now! Not again! Surreptitiously, she shifted her hips against the hard wooden seat. Yes, her panties were definitely soaked already. That would be another distraction to ignore as she tried to study history.

There was no way she could go on like this. Her grades had already been slipping. Just last week, she’d gotten an A- on an exam. An A minus! Her perfect school record, flawless since kindergarten, now had an unremovable blemish. She had to do something.

She looked back down at the folded red card in her hand. Opened it.

Embossed across the whole card was a luscious pair of lips wrapped around a cherry. Overlaying that was the simple text, in white ink: ‘CHERRY PIT’, followed by hours of operation and an address … and that was it.

Could she … could she actually go there?

After a few moments of thought, she decided she had to. She’d already tried everything possible to take her mind off of the lecherous fantasies that kept running through it – she already knew that she couldn’t handle this on her own. ‘I know a place that can help with that,’ the note had said. What if her secret admirer was right? Maybe this place could help…

* * *

Twilight stared at the building facade in front of her. It was already late in the evening by the time she’d managed to make it out this far, but the card had said it would still be open. This … this couldn’t really be the right place, though, could it? It looked so seedy.

Behind her, the bus hissed with the release of air brakes and rumbled off, leaving her alone. Leaving her with no option but to try her luck here or wait an entire hour for the next bus to come around.

The buildings were close together here, crammed up against one another, but the Cherry Pit still stood out. Its bricks had been painted a dark, nearly-black red, with a glaringly bright red on the door and painted-over windows. Above her head, a sign buzzed. It matched the logo on the back of the card, but this time it was executed with argon-purple lips around a neon-orange cherry.

It certainly didn't look like the sort of therapist or doctor’s office she’d expected from a place that could help her with her little problem.

She took a deep breath, trying to settle her nerves and deaden the tingling feeling she felt in her arms. Whatever waited for her in there, it couldn’t be that bad, could it? Anyplace that was actually dangerous would never be able to survive long with a big flashing sign out front.

A clot of a few guys, all laughing and talking boisterously with each other, came from the opposite direction. They barely seemed to notice her at all as they turned and headed inside the Cherry Pit. Twilight caught a glimpse of flashing colored lights inside, along with a burst of throbbing music … and then the door slammed shut again, leaving her on the quiet, empty street.

Okay, she could do this. After all that she and her friends had faced down, she could do anything. There wouldn’t be any magical monsters in there, nothing that threatened to overwhelm the entire world. Just … the unknown.

And wasn’t learning about the unknown what she did best? What she’d always done?

She nodded to herself, stood up straight, and walked to the door. Yes, she could do this.

Inside, the dim light and the music nearly disoriented her. What light there was flickered and waved. Nothing seemed to stand still, and nothing was easy to make out. The music wailed and thrummed.

She found herself inside a small entryway, cordoned off from the rest of the interior by a rope barrier and a blind corner. Next to it was a small desk. All the light and music came from inside, beyond the rope and around the corner. What was this place?

A spaced-out looking, green-skinned girl with reddish dreadlocks ambled over to the desk. She wore a scandalously skimpy top that was more fishnet than fabric, with a too short skirt beneath, which left her soft curves to overflow from both the top and the bottom. She smiled at Twilight. “Hey there, welcome to the Cherry Pit. Cover charge is ten…” She stared for a long moment, her eyes slowly focusing. “Hey … wait. Are you that girl Sonata was talking about?”

“Sonata? Sonata Dusk?” Twilight’s eyes went wide.

“Yeah!” The girl gave Twilight a bigger, sleepier smile. Without another word of explanation, she got up and headed back into the building, but Twilight could hear her calling out back there: “Hey Sirena, that girl you were talking about is here!”

Twilight waited for more long moments, her confusion deepening. Sonata Dusk… Were the Sirens up to something again? They had no more magic, but that didn't necessarily mean that they were harmless now. Could this be some kind of trap?

Just before Twilight made the decision to run back out the door while she still could, Sonata rushed around the corner. She unhooked the rope barrier, carelessly tossed it aside, and then ran straight up to Twilight, enveloping her in a huge hug. “You came! You came!”

As if that wasn’t awkward enough, Twilight was keenly aware that Sonata was wearing hardly anything at all – only a bikini top with two yellow triangles barely big enough to cover up her nipples, a skirt that was little more than a belt of ruffled fabric around her waist, and below the skirt – clearly visible – a thong that matched the bikini’s triangles in both color and size. Twilight gingerly returned the hug, not sure what else to do. Her hands touched the siren’s slender blue body, gliding over smooth skin with only the briefest of interruptions as she passed over the bikini string.

Sonata bounced back as quickly as she’d come, rocking back and forth on her heels, her hands behind her back.

Even though Sonata’s huge smile seemed genuine, Twilight had to suspect that the smile the siren was wearing covered more than the tiny bits of clothing did. “Sonata?” she asked. “W-what are you doing here?”

“Oh, you know, work stuff.” Sonata grinned as if that explained anything at all.

Twilight took a couple steps back toward the door. “I don’t know what you Sirens think you’re doing, but I’m not falling for it. I’m getting out of here before—”

“Wait!” Sonata cried out, just as Twilight’s hand touched the door handle. “It’s not like that! I’m not even with Aria and Adagio anymore. I haven’t seen them in months!”

Hesitating with her hand still on the door, Twilight peered into Sonata’s eyes.

“It’s true! Adagio finally got fed up with me and said I was ‘banished’, whatever that means. I didn't like the way they were making money these days, and Aria said if I didn't like it, I could just go off on my own and starve.”

“But you didn't starve.”

“Nope!” She grinned again. “That’s when I found a job here, and it’s been great!”

Twilight’s hand left the door handle. Instead, she fingered the red card hidden in the pocket of her pleated skirt. “So, then… You really are my secret admirer?”

Sonata blushed. It was that blush that convinced Twilight it wasn’t some trick – who could fake a blush? The girl glanced up at Twilight, then looked away blushing even harder. She nodded.

The sight of her like that intrigued and confused Twilight. How could a girl dressed as audaciously as Sonata still blush at the mere mention of being attracted to someone? Soon, though, the intrigue deepened into something more as Twilight’s eyes drank in just how Sonata was dressed. Good Goddess, Twilight could see practically everything the slim girl had to offer – her long legs, sleek and slim belly, pert little breasts… And even what was covered wasn’t all that hidden. Those three yellow triangles against Sonata’s blue skin were so tight and thin that Twilight could clearly see the shape of her nipples through the top and the cleft of her pussy through the thong.

The sight of her was awakening Twilight’s momentarily suppressed lusts. She’d never thought to fantasize about the sirens – she’d never even met the sirens, only heard about them from her friends at Canterlot High. But now that Sonata Dusk was right there in front of her, practically naked, the fantasies shot through Twilight’s mind in overdrive. Sonata with her face buried in Twilight’s pussy, trapped between her thighs. Fucking Sonata with a huge strap-on, making the girl stretch and scream. Stripping Sonata’s skimpy bikini off in front of a crowd of onlookers, fingering the girl’s pussy and offering it up for anyone brave enough to fuck them both…

“Um, Twilight, are you okay?”

Twilight snapped back to herself, blinked, wiped a stray bit of drool from her lips. “Oh, yeah, um… I’m great!”

“So you… You don’t mind that I’m your secret admirer?”

“Mind?” Twilight came back, suddenly craving the feeling of that initial hug again. She ached to touch and be touched. “Sonata, I…”

They came together in a tight embrace, body against body. Sonata stared into Twilight’s eyes and tilted her head slightly to the side. Their lips came closer and closer.

“Sirena!” Another woman came around the corner, a wide older woman with a short, but matronly skirt, acres of cleavage, too much makeup, and elaborately done-up cherry-red hair. “What are you doing out here in the lobby? We’re short-handed enough as it is. You can make out with your girlfriend later!”

The moment was ruined Sonata tore herself away from Twilight in an instant. “I’m sorry, Missus Jubilee!” She took Twilight’s hand and pulled her forward. “This is Twilight Sparkle, the girl I was telling you about.”

“Oh?” The woman looked Twilight up and down. The way she seemed to look right through Twilight’s clothing, weighing and measuring her, made Twilight want to shrink back and blush. She grunted. “Naive and unskilled, but she’s got a nice little body on her…” She looked closer. “... And a real kinky side she don’t tell anybody about.”

Twilight’s eyes opened wide. How could she know? How could she possibly tell that just from a look?

Leaning in close toward the woman, Sonata looked ready to beg and plead. “So she’s in?”

Missus Jubilee scoffed. “Honey, as shorthanded as we are tonight, I’d put a mule on stage and a donkey in the back room. Is she eighteen?”

Both of them looked at Twilight. She felt like running and hiding, but she managed to squeak out a tiny nod.

“Great! This girl’s got potential, Sirena – you take good care of her and show her the ropes tonight.”

Sonata beamed, wrapping her arms around Twilight from behind, holding her tight.

“But get goin’! We’re three girls short tonight. I’ve already got a couple of my best clients waiting for me in the VIP room, and I won’t have that stage empty for more than two songs in a row or so help me!”

Twilight watched, eyes wide, as Missus Jubilee turned and trundled off into the unknown light and noise of the room beyond. “W-what just happened?”

“That was Cherry Jubilee,” Sonata said, coming around to face Twilight again. “She’s my boss, and she just said you’re hired!”

“I’m … hired?”

“Come on!” Sonata grabbed Twilight’s wrist and pulled her toward the booming music inside. “Missus Jubilee was right – we need to get you dressed up as soon as we can!”

The music was louder inside the main room. Twilight’s protests faded into the rest of the muddled sound, and all she could do was to stumble after Sonata in the uncertain light.

They first passed through a perfectly ordinary bar – perfectly ordinary except that despite how busy the place was, there was hardly anyone at the bar. Everyone had their attention elsewhere.

Twilight dodged to the side to avoid a curvy waitress – dressed almost exactly like Sonata, but without a collar – who bustled past with two trays of drinks. The girl vanished into the uncertain light of the club before Twilight managed to get more than a passing glance.

Most of the place was taken up with one huge room – high-backed, round booths overlooking a circular depression in the middle of the room. A stage! The place was arranged like an amphitheater, and all the seats, all the lights, and all the attention were focused down on the sage in the middle. And on that stage…

Twilight’s jaw dropped. On that stage, twirling around a chromed pole in the center, was a girl wearing nothing but a collar. Nobody Twilight recognized, but she still would have stopped and stared at the orange-red body gyrating, the big fake tits bouncing, the patrons tossing dollar bills on the stage … if Sonata hadn’t kept dragging her onward.

“Sonata, is this—?” The question died on Twilight’s lips before she even got it out. Of course this was a strip club. What else could it be?

But Sonata took the question to be about where they were headed. “Yeah! These are the private VIP rooms,” she said as they shot past a door to an open hallway, even dimmer than the rest of the place. “And this is the entrance to the dressing rooms – no customers allowed in there. Come on!”

Her mind spinning, Twilight let Sonata drag her into the dressing rooms.

It wasn’t like the dressing rooms in a department store or at the beach, if that was what Twilight had been expecting. This was more like a school locker room, harshly lit with bright fluorescents. Lockers lined two walls, with makeup tables and lighted mirrors on the other two walls. It seemed like she was inside a completely different building in here, the atmosphere was so different. What shocked her the most, though, was the room’s only other occupant: a woman older than Twilight, completely nude except for a collar like Sonata’s, casually dabbing makeup on her face.

The woman turned and smiled. “Hey Sirena! Is that the new girl you were talking about?”

“Sure is!” Sonata wrapped an arm around Twilight's shoulders and held her close. “Isn’t she cute?”

The woman grinned as she – very blatantly – looked Twilight up and down. It made Twilight blush and cross her arms in front of her body, but that only seemed to make the older woman stare more. “Oh yeah,” she said, “this girl is going to make bank.”

Now that she wasn’t being dragged around anymore, Twilight finally had a chance to get out some of the questions that had been piling up on her. The first one was the most obvious and the most important. Though she thought she already knew the answer, she felt like she needed confirmation, because this couldn’t really be happening, right? “What is this place?”

The overripe older woman strode over to Twilight, her big yellow breasts swinging as she walked. She took Twilight’s hand and shook it. “My name’s Mercedes, nice to meet you.”

Twilight couldn’t take her eyes away from the woman’s naked body, even as she numbly returned the handshake. “H-hi. I’m Twilight.”

“And this,” Mercedes said. “This is the best strip club in town, by a long shot… And a bit more than a strip club, if you catch my drift.” She winked and headed back to her makeup counter. Twilight stared at the way her ass jiggled with each step.

Twilight looked over at Sonata. “You … you really brought me to a strip club?”

Mercedes propped one leg up on the edge of the makeup counter and pulled on a long fishnet stocking. “Sirena knows how the game’s played. Just do what she says, and you’ll walk out of here with more money than you can carry.”

“Money?” The idea startled Twilight. Of all the things she might have come here looking for, that hadn’t occurred to her.

The music filtering in through the walls suddenly changed. Mercedes looked up. “Oh damn… That’s my set!” Shockingly fast, she pulled on a matched set of lacy red bra and panties, then darted out through a different door and down a set of stairs.

Twilight could barely breathe; she could barely suck in short gasps. She turned toward Sonata. Her lips moved, but she couldn’t decide which of her thousand questions and objections she should voice first.

Sonata bounced a little and giggled. “Isn’t it exciting?”

“Exciting? Exciting?” Twilight grabbed her hair with both hands, nearly collapsing to her knees. “How could you bring me to— I… I… I can’t do this! I can’t dance on stage all undressed and … and … naked!”

“But… Don’t you want to?”

“I…” Twilight’s breathing slowed … slightly. This was all happening so suddenly, so fast. And yet, there was a part of her that found this terribly alluring. How had she never fantasized about being a stripper before? A part of her that wanted to be on stage, stripping off her clothes as dozens of strangers watched her from the shadows, slathering over her with their eyes. And what had Mercedes meant about this being more than a strip club? Maybe the fantasy could go so much deeper than that… “It’s just, I’ve never done anything like this before.”

Sonata smiled. “That’s why you’ve got me! Now come on – let’s get an outfit picked out for you.”

“An … outfit?”

Leading her over to one of the lockers, Sonata laughed again. “Well yeah! You didn't think you were going on stage dressed like that, did you?”

“Um…”

“No. ‘Slutty schoolgirl’ is a good look for you, but that outfit is too much schoolgirl and not enough slutty.” She quickly dialed in her combination and pulled open the locker. “You can borrow one of my outfits. I don’t have anything for the schoolgirl look, and my stuff will probably be a little tight on you, but hey – tight is good!”

Twilight looked over the ‘outfits’ in the locker. It held far more of them than she would have expected in such a small space … but then again, each outfit didn't take up much room. Most of them didn't have enough fabric for a decent napkin.

She’d had plenty of fantasies that involved wearing things like this, but she’d never dared to try anything on, much less actually buy anything. And now … now she was supposed to wear one of these and strut out in front of a bunch of complete strangers? The thought of it made a shiver of fear run down her back, but it also caused a wet warmth to spread through her panties.

“First of all…” Sonata fished around the back of the locker, near the top. Little brass name tags jingled on black chokers. “There. We can’t both be Sirena, but I still have an extra collar left over from when I used to go by ‘Twinkle’ – it’s perfect for you!” She reached out and snapped the collar around Twilight’s neck before Twilight could do anything about it.

Fingering the name tag, Twilight looked down at it … and at herself. “Twinkle?” She grimaced. The name didn't fit her at all. “Why can’t I just be Twilight Sparkle? And why do I need a collar, anyway?”

Sonata rolled her eyes. “Most of the customers here are fine, but there’s always some creeps out there. You don’t want them having your real name to track you down with.”

“But … why the collars?”

“They let all the customers know that you’re, um … available. The waitresses and stuff don’t wear collars, so customers know they can’t do anything with them.”

She fingered the collar again. “What do you mean, ‘do anything’?”

Sonata just giggled and pulled out what looked like a pink bra trailing a little cloud of pink silk behind it. “Here! Try this on!”

Twilight took the thing, looked at it for a moment, then hung it up on the locker door. She touched her fingers to the top button of her blouse, but didn't unbutton it. Instead, she looked at Sonata pointedly.

“What?”

“Um… Aren’t you going to turn around?”

Sonata laughed – she actually laughed at her. “Oh come on! If you can’t get naked in front of me, how are you going to do it in front of all those people out there?” She pointed to the stairs leading down to the stage.

Still, Twilight didn't unbutton her blouse. “Wait… So my secret admirer finally works up the nerve to meet me, and the first thing she wants me to do is get naked?” She raised an eyebrow. “Subtle. Really subtle.”

“Oh come on! I’ve been um…” She glanced back and forth. “Totally not stalking you for years. I’ve seen that journal of yours. I know how much you’ve got bottled up inside.”

“You read my journal?” Well, at least that explained how she knew about the fantasies. Twilight made a mental note to double – no, triple – the locks on her journal case.

“I might not have noticed it if it didn't have ‘Secret! Do not open!’ on the front. But that doesn’t matter. Here,” Sonata said, taking hold of her own tiny yellow bra. “Will this help?” She pulled it up, exposing her small breasts and tiny blue nipples. With her other hand, she pulled down her panties, exposing the cute little cleft of her pussy … and the wet mess that had been soaking her panties.

Twilight stared, blatantly and unabashedly at Sonata’s slender body. Now this was a secret admirer worth being admired by!

Just before Twilight reached out to touch her, though, Sonata said, “Come on, come on! Now it’s your turn!”

Well, it was only fair … Twilight had to admit that. And she did want this. Even though she’d never done anything like this before… Well, there was a first time for everything, right?

She took a deep breath and unfastened the top button of her blouse.

It wasn’t much, and it showed Sonata basically nothing, but to Twilight, it was everything. That button was all of her inhibitions, and it had just been undone. With that out of the way, the next button came easily. The next one even faster than that.

Sonata’s eyes grew wide and hungry as the gap between the two halves of Twilight’s blouse opened, first showing her a little bit of lavender cleavage, then the stark white strip of a bra, and then a long line of beautiful purple skin all the way down past Twilight’s belly button.

Twilight paused then, her blouse open but not showing much.

Sonata smiled at her eagerly and nodded.

Smiling back and feeling an odd kind of warmth flow through her whole body, Twilight pulled her blouse completely open and let it slide down her arms, falling behind her.

The grin on Sonata’s face told her everything she needed to know … though it also made her blush. She wasn’t accustomed to being looked at that way. Everyone at school just saw her as the frumpy, nerdy girl. Seeing the lust reflected in Sonata’s eyes was an interesting and alluring new experience.

That allure was the only thing that was able to keep Twilight going. After hesitating for just a moment, she reached down behind herself and unzipped her skirt as well. When that came off, Twilight was left there in just her underwear – plain white panties and bra.

Sonata examined her critically. “Uh-uh. That won’t do at all!” She crossed her arms over her naked chest. “Off with it!”

“I…”

“Off!”

Twilight took a deep breath. Okay, she could do this. After all, hadn’t she long been fantasizing about far worse things?

It took her longer than she would have thought – longer than Sonata would have liked, definitely – for Twilight to fumble her own bra strap loose. Once she did, the shoulder straps hung on for a long moment. She stopped there, unable to force herself to move. She just couldn’t expose herself like that, not to someone she’d just now met. No matter what the perverted voices in her head were telling her to do, it was like her arms had just stopped responding to her and wouldn’t move.

It didn't matter, though, because Sonata literally took things into her own hands. She snatched away Twilight’s bra before Twilight could do anything other than yelp in surprise about it. And that left Twilight’s modest purple breasts right out in the open for Sonata to stare at. “Ooh!” she said, reaching out toward them. “They’re so nice, and bigger than mine!”

Twilight swatted her hand away before Sonata could take certain other things into her own hands. “Hey! I’m—” She covered her breasts with one arm. “I’m, um…”

Sonata tilted her head to the side. “You’re what?”

What was she going to say again? “I’m not sure I’m, uh, ready for that.” It sounded lame even to her.

One of Sonata’s eyebrows rose. “Really? Because I’ve seen your diary, remember?”

Twilight held her arms tighter around herself, squeezing her breasts against her chest, and she gave a little shrug. This was more difficult to do than she’d imagined. None of her fantasies had involved her being so reluctant. She always imagined herself as confident, ready to take on anything, and always thirsty for more. But now she was having trouble even letting someone touch her boobs? Even look at them? That wouldn’t do. Steeling herself, she forced her arms back down by her sides and stuck her chest out, letting Sonata see everything again.

Sonata smiled, but she didn't rush in to grab handfuls of Twilight again. That was good … Twilight herself wasn’t sure if she could accept that yet or not. It turned out, though, that Sonata had other ideas of what to do next, anyway. “Okay, panties too!”

Twilight’s hands instantly darted over to cover her own crotch, even though she wasn’t showing anything she hadn’t a moment ago. Just the idea of it…

“Oh come on – you’re not going out on stage in those are you?”

Honestly, Twilight hadn’t even fully processed the idea of going out on stage yet. It was just the idea of somebody – Sonata Dusk in particular – seeing what she’d never let anyone else see before.

But as she thought about it, she had to admit that what she was doing was absurd. She shouldn’t be afraid of this. How long had she been yearning for an opportunity like this one? And now that it was finally right in front of her, was she really going to turn it down?

No. She wasn’t. Twilight took a deep breath to prepare herself, then bent down and pulled her white panties all the way down her legs in one swift motion, before she could be stopped by second thoughts.

“Wow!” Sonata said. “You have a really cute innie – and you’re already completely shaved!”

Despite herself, Twilight felt her cheeks heating, and she knew she must have been blushing like crazy. That was her little secret, the one way she’d given in to her fantasies in real life before this. It was safe enough – nobody would ever see it or ever know how smooth and ready she kept herself down there. But it had always been a part of her fantasies, that someone would just come up behind her, pull her skirt up and her panties down, and take her right there on the spot. That particular scenario had run through her head with so many guys and girls that she’d always kept herself ready to go at a moment’s notice, even though she never truly expected anything like that to happen.

She didn't cover herself with her hands this time … she just looked down at the floor, looked down at herself – anywhere she wouldn't see the way Sonata was looking back at her – and blushed even hotter.

“Here,” Sonata said, handing over the pink bra-like thing and its trailing cloud of pink lace. “Try this one on.”

The idea of putting on more clothes before anything else happened was both incredibly appealing and more than a little bit disappointing. But Twilight snatched it from Sonata’s hands readily enough. The flimsy garment separated at the back, coming together with clips just like a regular bra. She quickly snugged it up around her chest and fastened the clips. Once in place, the rest of it fell down around her like a short – very short – see-through dress. The bright pink contrasted nicely with her skin color, while nearly matching one of the stripes in her hair.

She spun in place a little. This held a comforting tinge of familiarity. It was just playing dress-up, in a way. “How do I look?”

Sonata’s smile – both gleeful and a tiny bit predatory – told Twilight all she needed to know. After a few moments of appreciating the view, though, Sonata let her expression grow more thoughtful. “I don’t know if it really works, though. It covers up too much.”

Twilight looked down at herself. Hardly anything at all was covered, and what was covered wasn’t really that covered. Anybody who looked at her would be able to see right through to her skin and see that she wasn’t wearing any panties underneath.

“Let’s try this one next!” Sonata held up a lacy black bra and panties, as well as a couple lace stockings.

This time, taking things off in front of Sonata wasn’t so hard. Twilight was surprised with how quickly she was becoming accustomed to the feeling of exposing herself in front of someone else. She had only the slightest hesitation before unhooking the strap behind her back and showing herself entirely nude in front of Sonata again.

Sonata didn't try any groping this time, but her hand did linger over Twilight’s as she handed over the lace-covered bra. For the briefest of moments, Twilight looked up at her and their eyes met. That ended with Twilight looking away again and blushing furiously, but even so … she had to admit that it had felt good to be touched like that. Even though it would have been a perfectly ordinary touch in any other context, in this context the gentle brushing of a few fingers across the back of her hand sent electric shivers through her whole body.

Twilight hurried to get this frilly lingerie on before she ended up distracting herself. There was a sudden urge to reciprocate that touch, but she knew she wasn’t ready for that. Not quite yet.

The lace of this new outfit rubbed and scratched against her in uncomfortable places, but she put it on anyway. Panties, stockings, some weird straps between her waist and the stockings that Sonata insisted on helping with, and finally the bra. This one was much tighter than the other, and the frilly, lace-filled design had much less give to it. Twilight’s breasts were squeezed tight against her chest and pushed up by the undersized bra. She’d never worn a bra that she was in danger of spilling out of before. It was so strange … she thought that could only happen with girls who had much larger breasts than her.

“Hm,” Sonata said, “Looks a bit tight.”

“A bit?” Twilight was mildly surprised she could still breathe. “How do you put up with this thing?”

Sonata shrugged. “I guess I’m a bit smaller.”

Twilight looked at her, once again drinking in the sweet little sight. She’d been so distracted by her own embarrassment that she’d nearly forgotten that Sonata was standing right there in front of her, quite topless. And she wasn’t wearing much down below, either. Sonata’s little tits were significantly smaller than Twilight’s. Not quite small enough to call completely flat-chested, but pretty close. In an odd way, it was kind of a confidence boost to be the more well-endowed one.

“Not sure if it really works with your look, anyway.”

“Yeah…” Twilight looked down at herself, at all the black lace and complicated finery. “It seems like more of a Rarity thing.”

“Ooh! Do you think Rarity would come work here, too?” Sonata’s eyes lit up.

But Twilight jerked herself back. “Definitely not!”

Sonata just shrugged and pulled another outfit from the little locker. This one was red – sort of in the shape of a bikini, but with most of what a bikini would normally cover replaced by a bunch of straps. Twilight stared at it for a long moment. She couldn’t quite fathom how someone would go about putting that on. Or for that matter, why someone would bother wearing anything at all when it covered so little.

But still … it had to feel better than this scratchy black lace, didn't it?

Sonata watched her with obvious interest as Twilight stripped off the long black stockings, pulled down the lacy panties, and snapped off the too-tight bra. That all came easily enough, even though it still made Twilight blush to feel Sonata’s eyes on her. To have everything exposed like that – breasts, pussy, ass, and all. It was making her so wet that Sonata would definitely have to wash those panties before using them again, even though Twilight had only been wearing them for a few moments.

The next outfit, though … that proved to be pretty challenging. As Twilight attempted to put the bra-like top part on, her hands kept going between the wrong straps, or she’d end up with it backwards, upside down, or inside out. After a few failed tries, Sonata came in to help. She guided Twilight’s arms through the straps and helped guide them down, all the way down. At the end, Sonata even tugged the straps down around the under-curves of Twilight’s breasts, sliding her fingers across to guide the many straps into place around Twilight’s softest curves. That little brushing touch gave Twilight goosebumps all over … and from the look Sonata gave her, Sonata was perfectly aware of that.

Maybe that was why she helped with the bottom half without even giving Twilight a chance to try first. Sonata’s hands seemed to touch Twilight’s legs more than the straps did as the girl slid them up. Twilight gasped slightly when one of Sonata’s fingers just happened to brush over her pussy lips along the way, before tugging things tight and arranging the straps around Twilight’s ass.

Sonata took that finger and slid it into her mouth, smiling as she licked it clean. “Mmm… You taste so sweet.”

Twilight stared downward … she couldn’t look Sonata in the eye while the girl was tasting her juices! Twilight’s new outfit did fill out the general shape of a bikini, but the only parts actually covered with solid cloth were two triangles not quite wide enough to cover her nipples and a little diamond shape on her crotch just barely big enough to conceal the actual cleft of her pussy lips. She gulped. “I’m… I’m going out in front of people, dressed like this?”

“You won’t be dressed like that for long – soon you won’t be dressed at all!”

Twilight gulped and looked back over her shoulder, at the stairs that went down to the stage. The sign above them said ‘Cherry Pit’ in big red letters, and she could faintly hear the music filtering in … and the occasional whoops of excited customers.

She turned back toward Sonata, though she still didn't look her secret admirer in the eyes. “All these straps feel really weird and uncomfortable.”

“That’s normal,” Sonata said, slipping her own barely-there bikini top back into place. It didn't stay in place naturally – Sonata had to carefully place each tiny yellow triangle on top of each blue nipple.

“Now, about those shoes…”

“What’s wrong with these?” Twilight held up the pair she’d slipped off while trying on the black stockings. Durable, comfortable, and practical, they were the ideal shoe as far as Twilight was concerned.

Sonata slapped them out of her hand; they clattered to the floor. “You can’t go out on stage in those! Ugh, and mine are going to be too small for you!” She began rummaging around in the next locker over. “Here, try these. They’re Chastity’s. She’s not here tonight, but she’s a sweet girl, and I’m sure she wouldn't mind.”

The shoes Sonata held up were platform heels high enough to make Twilight dizzy just thinking about standing on those tip-toe stilts. “Um… okay?” It was a struggle trying to get them on. They were simple enough, of course – they went on just like sandals. But the steep angle and the sheer height of them made it tricky to keep them upright and balance at the same time.

After one close call, Sonata rushed in, and Twilight grabbed onto her for balance. That made putting on the shoes easier physically … but it made concentrating on the task mentally more difficult. Sonata’s skin felt so warm and soft under Twilight’s hands, and even though she only had the relatively platonic grip of her arm around the other girl’s waist, just the feeling of how thin and toned Sonata’s body was sent a fresh rush of hormones surging through Twilight’s mind … not to mention causing a little rush elsewhere that made her mostly-strap panties even damper.

Once the heels were on, Sonata pulled away and said, “Okay, turn around. Let’s see how they look.”

Twilight looked down at the shoes. Couldn’t Sonata see them just fine from the front?

But Sonata apparently wasn’t ready to wait, so she walked around behind Twilight instead. “Mmm-mm! Oh yeah, now that’s an ass! You’re a legit snack, Twilight!”

Just as Twilight was about to blush and hesitantly thank her for the compliment, Sonata’s hand came down in a lightning-fast slap right in the middle of her left ass cheek.

Twilight gasped. “Hey!”

But Sonata wasn’t even paying attention. She had her ear cocked and was listening to the music from the stage. “Come on! That’s the end of Mercedes’ set. Let’s go!”

Twilight began to tremble. “B-both of us?”

“Yeah! I had a set right before Mercedes, so this would usually be my break, but don’t worry. I’ll go out there with you and help you along. The guys always love it when we do a duo set!”

“Do I… Do I have to wear this, Sonata?” Twilight touched her collar.

“In here, my name’s Sirena – that should be the only name you use around customers … or even other dancers, really. And yes. You have to wear it. That’s how the customers know you’re available.”

“Available for what?”

The music stopped and a new song came on. “No time!” Sonata shouted, grabbing Twilight’s arm and tugging. “That’s our set!”

Twilight had no opportunity to voice her second thoughts about appearing onstage in front of a crowd of strangers while wearing next to nothing … and probably soon wearing nothing whatsoever. She might have resisted the way Sonata was pulling her down the stairs, but it was all she could do just to keep from falling as she tried to navigate the steps in her new high – very high – heels.

They passed Mercedes – now quite nude again, her massive tits swinging as she climbed the stairs – on the way down. She had a huge wad of singles clutched in her hand and a smile on her face. “Go get ‘em, kid,” she said as she passed, giving Twilight a swat on the rump.

Before Twilight could react to being touched in such a casually vulgar way, the stage lights blazed at her and music blared. She stumbled out onto the oval-shaped stage behind Sonata, nearly tumbling down to the mirror-polished floor.

Thankfully, though, Sonata caught her arm and helped her back up. “Don’t be nervous,” she said. “Just do what I do.”

There were two poles at either end of the oval, so when Sonata went to one, Twilight carefully made her way to the other. The whole way there, she could feel the eyes of dozens of men on her. She couldn’t quite see them out there in the dark past the glare of lights – except little glimpses of the ones on the front row – but she still knew they were out there, staring at her, at parts of herself she’d never actually shown to anyone before today. It made her want to cover herself with her hands to augment the inadequate, mostly-straps bikini … but she didn't dare. She knew she’d never be able to live with herself if she didn't live up to the mare she always was in her fantasies. Confident, sexually charged, and gorgeous. Fantasy Twilight would never cover herself up in front of these strangers – she’d be flaunting everything she had and daring them to come up onstage and fuck her right in front of everyone. In a way, the outfit helped. It made this a special occasion, made her feel more like she was Fantasy Twilight. If she was wearing her normal clothes, it would have been all too easy to hold her skirt tightly down against her legs and fall back on the old inhibitions that had always plagued her.

By the time Twilight reached the pole on her side of the oval, Sonata was already dancing away on the other side. The thin girl launched herself up onto the pole, grabbed it between her thighs, then spun around, hanging upside down. As she spun by the nearest guys in the audience – already tossing bills on the stage – she flashed them by pulling the little triangles of her micro-bikini top out for a moment before letting them snap back into place.

That sound snapped Twilight back into what she was doing as well. Some of the guys around her side of the stage had already tossed up some money, and they hadn’t done that just to see her watching the other dancer, now had they?

Just one problem … Twilight didn't know the first thing about pole dancing.

Hesitantly, she came up close and tried to spin around it. That should be simple enough, right? But the moment she began to spin, the pole turned right along with her! With a yelp, she clung on for dear life, her ridiculous heels dragging across the floor as she rotated around the pole.

The pole spins? Twilight glanced back over at Sonata. Suddenly, the other girl’s spinning acrobatics no longer seemed quite so unbelievable … nor did they seem quite so painful.

Growing bolder now that she’d figured it out and regained her footing, Twilight tried hopping up onto the pole and hanging from it, clinging with both arms and legs.

It … sort of worked. She spun about lazily, much slower than she thought she would have, and just holding herself up there on the smooth steel pole was more difficult than she’d anticipated. After just half a rotation, she dropped down off of it.

Whoops of encouragement and raucous cheers came from the other end of the oval, responding to Sonata’s skills, but Twilight’s side was ominously quiet … and there weren’t really any more bills on the stage floor than there had been when she first came over. What was Sonata doing to get them so riled up, and could Twilight possibly hope to imitate it?

When she looked over, her jaw dropped. Sonata had abandoned the pole – and her bikini top – and now she was kneeling at the edge of the stage, letting two guys – both with huge piles of cash in front of them – suck on her little blue nipples. She seemed to sense Twilight watching her after a moment. Without dislodging either of her high-tipping customers, she turned her head toward Twilight and winked.

Twilight shivered, then abruptly turned away, back toward her own audience. That lewd wink from Sonata was very much in danger of making her wet. Noticeably wet. And she wasn’t at all sure that was something she’d want the guys in the audience noticing … yet.

So … why not distract them with something else? She was here to give them a strip show, right? Would Fantasy Twilight just stand around here on stage, dithering about what to do and how much to show them?

No, she wouldn’t. Twilight resolutely reached up and grabbed the lowest of the many straps on her bikini top. Halfway through tugging them upward, though, she froze. Already, her breasts were more than halfway exposed, and the edges of her darker purple nipples showed. More keenly than ever, she felt all the eyes on her from the audience. Even some of the ones around Sonata were staring at her. More money flew up onto the stage as they all tried to encourage her to take this next step.

But she just … couldn’t. After freezing for a long moment, she hastily tugged the top back into place, blushing furiously. She’d nearly exposed herself in front of this crowd of strangers. What was she thinking? She’d failed to expose herself in front of this crowd of strangers. And her dancing? She was barely even swaying back and forth to the music. It was nothing like Sonata’s. What was she doing, out on stage like this? Obviously she wasn’t ready for it. Maybe her fantasies would always stay fantasies. Fantasy Twilight would have to remain a figment of Real Twilight’s imagination, carefully hidden from—

Slender hands came from behind her, out of nowhere, and grabbed her top. Even as Twilight breathed in a gasp of shock, they pulled her top up and over her shoulders, yanking her arms up to pull the red mess of straps completely off of her.

“Yeah! Wooo!” someone in the crowd shouted out. Money rained down onto the stage.

And her breasts… Her breasts were entirely exposed, plainly out there in the air, which suddenly felt too warm around her. She felt like every eye in the whole place was on her bare chest. Maybe that was the truth.

She spun around, her hands covering up her modest-sized breasts. “Sonata! What the hay?”

“Who’s Sonata? I'm Sirena!” She laughed. “Come on, Twilight, show ‘em what you’ve got!” Sonata grabbed Twilight’s shoulders and spun her around, back to face the increasingly rowdy guys in the audience. “Like this!” The slender girl reached down with both hands and pulled the front of her own barely-there bikini down, earning her more noise and more money from her audience.

Twilight bit her lip, wishing she was at an angle where she’d be able to see what Sonata was showing off. Well, turnabout was fair play, wasn’t it? Only … if she was going to pull Sonata’s bikini off, she’d have to let go of her own breasts, exposing them to everyone here.

Okay, she could do it. She knew she could do it. She had to do it.

And then she did it. In the end, it was a lot easier than she’d expected. Her hands slipped off of her breasts, letting the whole crowd see her dark purple nipples, completely exposed. This time, when the crowd cheered, she just accepted their admiration. She had to admit, it was lighting a little fire in her, enough so that if any of them were looking at her own bikini, they'd see the wetness spreading. She began swaying her hips side to side, hoping that the motion would keep any of them from getting that clear of a look and hoping that it didn't look as awkward as if felt. But that motion just seemed to draw in more attention from the crowd.

It wasn’t only her own bikini that she was concerned with, though. Her eyes stayed right on Sonata’s yellow straps as the girl turned around, checking to see what all the commotion was about. As she turned, she let the straps snap back into place.

No, that wouldn't do at all.

With a swift surety that even surprised herself, Twilight dipped down on her knees in front of Sonata, reached out, and yanked the bottom half of Sonata’s bikini all the way down to the mirrored floor. The crowd behind her gasped, then roared in approval, bills flying onto the stage.

“Woah, Twinkle!” Sonata staggered for a moment, catching her balance as she stepped out of the tiny garment. “Now you’re getting into the spirit of it!”

Twilight didn't answer. She was altogether distracted by the pert little blue pussy lips on full display right in front of her. Sonata’s were narrower than hers, less puffy, and showed a little line of inner lips between them much unlike Twilight’s own. She stared in fascination. Sure, she’d seen pictures of other girls, but she’d never actually seen another one in person, certainly not this close… She reached out, her hand almost moving on its own, in an instinctive motion to touch her.

But Sonata grabbed her by the shoulders and pulled her up before she could. She turned Twilight toward the hollering crowd, holding her firmly in place. “Now who wants to see Twinkle’s little kitty?”

As the audience yelled, Sonata slid her hands down the curves of Twilight’s body, reaching for the bikini straps. Twilight beat her to it. She pulled her own straps down, exposing the tiny amount it actually covered for everyone to see. It hadn’t really covered much, but what it had covered was the most important part. Money coated the stage as everyone crowded in for a closer look at Twilight’s pristine little pussy lips.

Just as Twilight was about to snap her bikini back in place, though, Sonata grabbed the complicated series of straps on either side. “Oh no you don’t – this is staying off!” She pulled it the rest of the way down, and on the way back up, slapped Twilight’s ass hard. “Mmm, now that’s nice. Why don’t you turn around and show them?”

Feeling her cheeks blush and her pussy drip, Twilight slowly turned around. She had to be careful not to trip on the bikini straps – with her high heeled shoes, she’d never manage to recover her balance before falling.

Even when she wasn’t looking at the guys in the audience, she could still feel their eyes on her. It made her squirm and made her wetter at the same time. In all her fantasies, she’d never imagined the heat that could flow from such a mixture of embarrassment and arousal. It was something she knew she could easily become addictive.

“Well don’t just stand there,” Sonata said. “Give them a show!”

Blushing even hotter, Twilight carefully bent over at the waist. She had to really stick her butt out to try and keep balanced on the high heels, but the guys behind her seemed to enjoy that anyway, given the sounds they were making. Encouraged by her audience’s reaction, she bent over even more, swaying herself side to side for their entertainment.

Unfortunately, that turned out to be a bit too much. With a very unprofessional squeal, Twilight tipped over forward, stumbling right into Sonata, who caught her, saving her from a crash into the shiny floor.

“Woah, easy there, Twinkle!” Sonata gasped with the effort of holding Twilight up.

And Twilight was practically stuck there, legs extended behind her and her butt up in the air. The audience – assuming it was just part of the show – hollered even more.

Well, why couldn’t it be part of the show?

With a devious smirk, Twilight moved into action before Sonata could react: she was already so close to Sonata’s cute little tits that all she had to do was lean slightly forward, and…

Sonata gasped again, though with an entirely different inflection behind it this time, when Twilight’s lips wrapped around one of her nipples, gently suckling her. “Twinkle! What are you doing?”

Twilight removed herself from one nipple and took a moment to speak briefly before moving to the other. “I’m so wet up here, Sirena. Won’t you help me?”

“We’re … we’re not supposed to do that kind of thing on the stage!”

Reaching down, Twilight slipped a finger right between Sonata’s pussy lips. The warm wetness there was absolutely thrilling to touch. She felt so soft and soupy and hot! “I won’t tell if you don’t,” she said, channeling her inner deviant. It felt so good to say something dirty and naughty like that, even if it didn't really make sense. The ‘making sense’ parts of her brain weren’t exactly dominant at the moment, anyway.

It didn't take long for Sonata to give in to the titillating touch of Twilight’s finger. But when she did, she really took charge. “Fine,” she said, pushing Twilight upright again and turning her back around. “But these boys paid for a show, and we’re going to give them a show!” Without waiting for Twilight’s response, Sonata grabbed both of Twilight’s breasts, making her gasp and squirm. She didn't stop there, either. While one hand stayed up there to tease her nipples, the other raced downward over Twilight’s smooth belly, all the way down. She was not subtle about it. As the guys in front of them watched with mouths gaping, Sonata slid her middle finger right up inside Twilight’s pussy and began wiggling it mercilessly.

Twilight froze in place, her back arching against Sonata’s grip. Her pussy juices seeped down Sonata’s hands and dripped onto the gleaming floor. All she could do was to try and gasp in breaths as her new-found secret admirer quite openly took her virginity. At least, Twilight was pretty sure this counted. Sonata was inside her, wasn’t she? That had to count! Oh wow… Losing her virginity in front of a crowd of cheering fans. What a way to do it!

When Sonata took her hand away from Twilight’s tits to instead turn Twilight’s face to the side, it seemed the most natural thing in the world to kiss her, kiss her deeply, as the crowd grew even louder. Sonata’s finger kept plunging in and out of Twilight’s pussy, driving her even wilder than the fans.

Twilight reached behind her, finding Sonata’s thigh and following it up to the other girl’s secret treasure. This time, she wasn’t nearly as shy. After rubbing her just a bit – probably unnecessarily – to make sure the slick wetness was spread all around, she slid her own fingers into Sonata’s pussy. Sonata’s deep moan against her lips was all the confirmation she needed. This was just what the other girl wanted.

After just a little bit of fingering each other, though, Sonata pulled away. She took her own hand away from Twilight’s pussy, and as she drew back, Twilight couldn’t reach anymore and had to let go of the other girl’s as well.

The momentary disappointment and feeling of emptiness didn't last long, though. Sonata got down on her knees in front of Twilight, squatting her legs behind her in a way that would let every guy down there see everything she had to offer, she placed herself perfectly in position, then stuck out her tongue, looking up into Twilight’s eyes pleadingly.

It didn't take a genius to tell what Sonata was asking for. Which was a good thing. Because while Twilight normally was a genius, she wasn’t thinking terribly clearly at the moment. Sonata’s fingers had gotten her so close, and all she could think about was getting more, finally getting enough to climax … her very first climax that wouldn’t have come from her own fingers or toys!

She took a half step forward, and that was all that was needed to plant her pussy right up against Sonata’s waiting mouth.

The finger had felt good, but this was heavenly, well above anything she’d ever been able to do for herself. Sonata’s tongue slid skillfully over and between her pussy lips. It was so silky smooth and warm! Already, Twilight felt her knees starting to go weak, which only pressed herself more firmly against Sonata’s mouth. And when the other girl took her clit between her lips and began gently sucking, that was it. That was all Twilight could take.

Doing her best not to keel over – an especially difficult task as she balanced on the precariously high heels – Twilight grabbed the back of Sonata’s hair in both hands and held the girl tight against her pussy lips. Her hips jittered forward and backward as her pussy doused Sonata’s still-writhing tongue in feminine juices.

For a moment, the crowd actually went silent, they were so shocked at what they saw. That brief quiet was just long enough for Twilight to let out a strained squeak of passion – all that she could manage as her body squeezed inside and out – for all the room to hear. It echoed back to her in what seemed like a hundred enthused yells … and the fluttering of countless bills falling to the dance floor.

Finally, Twilight released Sonata’s hair and stumbled back a little. For a few moments, she had to focus on nothing but remaining in a standing position and keeping her breathing constant. Everything else could wait.

Well, everything except for one sexy little thing. As soon as Twilight caught sight of Sonata again, she knew she had to have the girl. In a surprisingly quick rush, she came down, pushed Sonata over backward, and planted her face right between the girl’s legs.

Twilight hadn’t even looked where she was pushing Sonata. She hadn’t cared, hadn’t had enough lucidity to think about it. Only Sonata’s butt was still on the stage. The rest of her hung down into the crowd, where a few lucky guys caught her and held her steady.

Sonata might have been able to get up on her own … if it weren’t for the way Twilight looked at her. Seeing those violet eyes over the curve of her own blue belly seemed to do Sonata in, preventing her from regaining her balance … or even regaining any conscious thought. It was okay, though. The guys all around her were eager to hold her up … as long as they could sneak a quick grope of her little blue tits from time to time.

Not that Twilight noticed any of that very clearly. The majority of her attention was focused on something much nearer to hand. Nearer to mouth? Those sweet blue pussy lips enthralled Twilight. She couldn't get enough of the delicate, yielding softness. She couldn’t get enough of the way Sonata’s nectar made her tongue tingle. She couldn't get enough of the adorable little moans escaping from Sonata’s mouth as her secret crush ate her out mere minutes after meeting her for the very first time.

Before Twilight could fully return the orgasmic favor, though, Sonata regained her wits enough to take action again. She clawed her way back onto the stage, forcing Twilight to move backward in order to stay in place.

But Twilight’s heels chose that moment to betray her. After stepping on a loose pile of bills that slipped out from underneath the tiny soles of her shoes, she fell over backward with a little yelp.

Sonata was on her only a moment later. Not with her face, though. Instead, she hooked one leg under Twilight’s left and the other over Twilight's right. As she came closer, her dripping pussy touched right up against Twilight’s.

Her eyes growing wide, Twilight stared down at where the two of them joined wetly together. “W-what? How?”

“Never seen this before, huh, Twinkle?” Sonata grinned and began gently grinding her hips back and forth, causing their pussy lips to slide against one another. “Just stay right there and enjoy.”

Twilight did enjoy. It was like all the best parts combined! The soft, slippery touch of Sonata’s tongue had nothing on this. Neither did the heady intimacy of fingering the other girl’s slit. This was like both at once, getting pleasured and feeling Sonata’s most intimate place, all at once. And it was only getting better and better as Sonata’s subtle motions came closer and closer to getting just the right spot.

The crowd was already going absolutely bonkers out there. Money was piling up so much it was hard to see the floor anywhere … and people were crowding in so much it was hard to see anything other than wide-open eyes sparkling from eager faces.

Maybe that was it … maybe Sonata finding just the right spot to have their clits nubbing over one another. Either way, that was all it took to drive Twilight to another orgasm. She collapsed, her back hitting hard against the stage as she lost almost all control of her body for a moment. Her juices squirted out from between her and Sonata, some of them surely finding their way inside Sonata. Her hands reflexively grabbed at her own breasts, squeezing them together and against herself. And her pussy clenched down on nothing over and over again, as if trying to milk a cock that wasn’t there.

Sonata came before Twilight’s orgasm was over. When she squirted, Twilight could feel the warm juices seeping into her pussy. Yes! It was so intimate, so special! It triggered another round of aftershocks as she listened to Sonata moan her pleasure out for all the room to hear. The money underneath the two of them soaked in the mess they made, and neither of them cared. They stayed locked in place against one another, their pussy lips in the lewdest possible kiss until they simply didn't have the strength to hold themselves there anymore, collapsing down onto the damp money.

Twilight had to lie there for quite a while, just trying to catch her breath, even though Sonata recovered much faster. Once she’d recovered enough to think somewhat coherently and control her own muscles again, Twilight tried to get up and help Sonata pick up all the cash. She wasn’t terribly effective at it. There was probably more money stuck to her bare, sweaty skin than there was wadded up in her hands. But Sonata was a pro, making it look easy to sweep it all up and even shaking her ass a little as she did so, giving the guys another little show. She had it all together in short order, and the two of them headed back up the stairs to the dressing room.

“Woah,” Twilight said as they hauled their newly won cash up and tried to stack it neatly. “Mercedes was right, I already have more money than I can carry!”

Sonata scoffed. “This? Please. This is nothing. It’s mostly singles. The real money comes from—”

She froze at the top of the stairs, and Twilight soon saw why. Cherry Jubilee stood there, arms crossed over her massive chest and staring down the two naked girls while high above them and still fully clothed. “I hope you’re proud of yourself, Sirena,” she said as they ascended the rest of the stairs in a much less jovial mood. “You know shows like that are only for the back room. I ought to have your collars for this, both of you! We have certain arrangements with the local law, of course, but those do not cover doing things like that right out in the open on stage!”

“I’m sorry, Missus Jubilee,” Sonata said, her head hanging low. “I guess we got carried away. It won’t happen again.”

“See that it doesn’t. I spend enough time under the mayor’s desk as it is.”

Sonata shuffled past the older woman, toward the lockers, and Twilight meekly followed.

“Oh no you don’t, not so fast.” Cherry Jubilee’s voice froze them both again. “I’ve got to go smooth things over and remind our audience that this sort of thing does not happen on stage – they’ve got to do a lot more than toss a few singles on the floor to see something like that!” She shook her head. “Well, I’ve got something lined up for the two of you to make it up to me. There’s a couple V.I.P. gentlemen in booth number five. They want a kitten show. Sirena, you can teach the new girl how to do that, can’t you?”

Sonata nodded curtly. “Yes, Ma’am.”

“Good. See to it. And don’t dilly-dally – they’re already waitin'!”

As Cherry Jubilee bustled out of the dressing room, Twilight turned to Sonata. “A kitten show?”

“Come on, I’ll show you.”

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