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"You're really going to do this?" Steven asked. "I can't believe you—You know what, I kinda can. You sure it's cool?"

Celeste rolled her eyes. "Duh. Richard said he's got it all planned. We'll be going in the back entrance, and the moment we get inside he's going to give me the mask to wear. No one but you and him will know it's me." She held a new bra she'd gotten earlier in the day and pulled it up into place, leaning forward to get her boobs into it.

Appreciating the little show, Steven took hold of the ends of the straps behind Celeste's back. "I got you. Look, I talked to Richard and he said I can be in the audience. If you have any problem, just shout out something and I'll beat a path through them to get you out of there, okay?"

"Like a safeword?" The truth was, Celeste looked forward to the evening like no other. It wasn't just playing up one of her biggest kinks, but Richard had said he was going to talk to her about some really naughty things. The only bondage she'd messed with had been having a guy tie her wrists to the bed. Somehow, she thought Richard was into a bit more than that. "How about evac!"

Fastening the bra, Steven had to admire Celeste's willingness. "Whatever you want, just make sure to shout it."

Turning, Celeste grabbed Steven and pulled him into a kiss. Part of her was surprised at how aggressive she'd become, even as a human, but the excited part of her didn't care. She broke the kiss to ask, "Why don't you join me on stage?"

"Nope. Not my thing. Well, watching you might be. Did I ever tell you how sexy you are?"

"Not in the last five minutes." She grabbed her white shirt and pulled it on. "What are we doing after it?"

"I figured we'd come back here for a private party, but if you want to make a night of it…?" Steven stood up to give Celeste some room. "Did you hear that Susan worked out how to use her hooves to hold things? She's back at work and everything."

"Yeah. We've been chatting via text. Her boss was really understanding. Apparently he just wanted his best worker back or something. How has this become normal?"

"No clue, but if Susan can work in a pizza shop and drive her car, I can support you at the club and maybe party a bit with you after you pony up." Steven couldn't help but smirk at the made-up phrase.

"You just invent that?"

"Yeah. Like it?"

"It needs work. Okay, no makeup or anything—Richard said it wouldn't be worth it with the mask he has for me." Finished getting her buttons fastened, Celeste jumped to her feet and did a few stretches to make sure she wasn't going to flash anyone or ruin her shirt if she had to move quickly. "Okay, I'm ready."

"What size are you taking?" Steven reached to Celeste's keys sitting on her dressing table.

"Butt plug? I gave the three different sized ones we have to Richard. He's going to surprise me."

Deadpan staring at Celeste, Steven shook his head. "You know he'll use the biggest one, then."

"I kinda like the biggest one."

"You're really into this, aren't you?" Steven had to smile despite his concerns. Celeste was an adult making an adult decision. All he could do is be a friend and offer to support her.

"When we get home, I'm going to fuck your brains out."

Revising his outlook on the little event Celeste has gotten herself into, Steven shook his head. "Well now you've got me conflicted. Here was I looking to be your knight in shining armor for the night, but now you put a rider on the whole thing like that?"

Celeste let out a snort. "We're both adults. I know at first I was a little jumpy—now I get why guys talk about thinking with their dicks. Richard gave me some time to think before I committed fully. I want to try this."

Richard couldn't wait for Celeste and Steven himself, he was busy ensuring everything was going forward smoothly while he'd be busy with the special show, but when one of his bouncers gave him a wave from across the club, he felt sudden giddiness.

"You feeling alright?" Hank, the head bartender at Driven Batty, asked. "You look like you just signed on the Chippendales or something."

"Close, Hank. Give me a kiss for luck." Richard leaned across the bar and Hank met him halfway. The kiss was only short and sweet, but Richard enjoyed casual fun with all his staff. "You got Coraline working the V.I.P. lounge, right?"

"Just like you asked, yeah. Also, got it restocked with top-shelf stuff. You expecting some whales?"

Feeling giddy, Richard nodded. "Mostly. There's a few special friends I invited, but they're outweighed by nearly five-to-one. This will be a show that'll blow their socks off." Taking a deep breath, Richard actually skipped across the ground floor of the club to the staff stairs.

He got to the second floor lounge where dancers could relax and change, and found his co-star waiting for him. "My girl! How are you feeling? Ready for some fun?"

Steven couldn't fault Richard for rushing in and hugging Celeste. "I've never been up here before. Is the second floor special or something?"

"Ground is general admission. That's where most of the party happens. First floor is specialty clubs. We have three smaller areas there, normally it's goth, punk, and metal. Then there's the basement—I don't run that. It has strict requirements for entry, also fees—if you know what I mean. Finally, there's this floor. There's five lounges up here. The other four are for small groups, but the one we're in is the biggest and also the most exclusive. The V.I.P. Lounge."

Steven ran through the information dump in his head a few times. "You talk like there's fees for all these rooms. How much are they paying to get in here tonight?"

"People are paying to see me?" Celeste's cheeks burned and she felt her libido kick into gear. There was being seen doing sexy things, and there was people paying to see you doing them. She was unsure exactly which it was that made her lower belly clench so much, but knowing about this aspect wasn't a turn-off.

"Some of them are invites and some are paying. I know a lot of people in this town and what spins their gears. Everyone coming here will enjoy themselves." Spotting Celeste's blush and reading her body language told Richard that she was not averse to the situation still. "Would you like some money for doing this? Standard dancing fee for one night in the V.I.P. Lounge is a thousand plus tips."

"A thousand dollars?" Celeste didn't need to do the math. "H-How much are tips?"

"Depends on the show. I have a feeling this will be a good one." Richard could almost rub his hands together in glee. "Not that this can be done anywhere else. Magic and all that. So, did you see the hood?"

Celeste froze. She hadn't looked around the room much at all. Nerves and excitement warred inside to the point she felt like she was going to just explode. "N-No. Where is it?"

Walking further into the room, Richard reached to a chair and picked the hood up. "This is soft neoprene. It will stretch as you start to change, but you should be able to pinch the fabric between your hooves and pull it off. There's a hole for you to speak through and a pair of dark, soft plastic lenses you can see through. You can bundle your hair into it, if you like, or let it out through a folded seam in the back."

Catching the hood in her hands, Celeste turned it over a few times. "This is—Where did you get this?"

"It's not from my private collection. If you must know, my sister supplied it. Sometimes her clients ask to be anonymous." Richard gestured down vaguely. "She has a bunch of these."

"Your sister?" Steven asked.

"Basement? Oh! I didn't tell you! My sister, Jasmine, is the madame of her own little business in the basement. People go there to experience all kinds of naughty things, or so I hea—" Richard froze as Celeste pulled her shirt over her head. He wasn't into girls, but turning girls into stallions was a new thing and made him more interested in the other team than usual.

With her shirt off, Celeste paid more attention to the hood. There was no straps on it, it was just all elastic neoprene. Biting her lower lip, she turned it to how she thought it should go and pulled it on.

The room, through the lenses, was a little darker than before. She could breathe easily enough through her mouth and nose, but the tightness of the mask was a little surprising. "It's tight."

"It's meant to be tight. They can see just enough of the shape of your face to know you're beautiful. Do you want your hair in or out?" Richard found himself being pushed aside by Steven. He looked at the other man appraisingly.

"Out. There's not enough of it to recognize me. What about my tattoo?" gasping a little at the touch of strong hands to her neck, Celeste could see Richard on the other side of the room and so relaxed into Steven's touch. "Hair out, I mean."

Richard grinned and grabbed the other item. "This is one from my private collection. Don't think it makes us anything, though." He walked over and dropped to a crouch at Celeste's feet.

The feel of Steven playing with her hair was pleasant enough that Celeste didn't notice Richard's work until the strap around her ankle tightened. "What are you doing?" She tried to tilt her head, but with Steven teasing her hair through the hood, all that did was jerk her head back.

"A broad ankle cuff will do the trick. I won't lock it on, so there's no way anyone can use it against you." Richard waited for Celeste to stop twitching before he resumed buckling the cuff on.

Celeste waited for both men to be done before she shook her head. The weight of her hair behind her—pulled into a ponytail by the hood—felt reassuring and normal. Looking down, she spied the cuff covering her ankle. It looked suitably kinky, but also kinda not. "You have more of those, don't you?"

"A lot more. This one will come off when your leg turns into a pony leg, too." As he spoke, Richard stood up and reached out to a TV screen on the wall. "And this is the V.I.P. Lounge." He turned on the closed-circuit TV feed.

Even with the lenses darkening the screen a little, Celeste could see the room had several men and a few women in it. All seemed to be chatting with drinks before them—there was no sound. "They're going to be watching me change?"

"I was going to try to get them to interact a little. Tell me if it's going too far." Richard looked to Celeste, but the woman only nodded back to him and smiled. "Right. I need to get into my costume. If you'd like to finish getting ready in here, then go through this door when you see me on stage." He gestured as he explained, pointing to the stage door in the room before heading toward another. "Steven, if you head out that other door there, you can circle around. Armand has instructions to let you in."

Celeste watched Richard leave and took a deep breath. "Fuck I want this."

"I'll head out. You got this. Knock 'em dead." Following Richard's instructions, Steven left the room and walked around until he found the biggest bouncer he'd ever seen. The guy was seven feet tall if he was an inch, and looked wide enough to fill the hallway just with his shoulders. "I'm Steven, Richa—"

Armand opened the door. "You're on the list. Drinks are free tonight, for you only."

No sooner did Steven get inside and walk to the bar than the lights dimmed a little. "I'll take a coke, thanks."

Coraline raised an eyebrow at the man. "Steven, right?" When he nodded, she raised the eyebrow higher. "Richard has given you the run of the bar. Are you sure?"

"I'm the designated sane person tonight, so make it a coke and we'll pretend it's something fancy." When his drink came, Steven took it and walked over to the "stage". The raised section of the V.I.P. Lounge had the ubiquitous pole installed, but it had a lot of real estate—nearly half the room. The reason, of course, was so there was as much room for people to cluster around it.

"It's not often I find something truly magical," Richard's voice came over a P.A. "But tonight I assembled the perfect audience to appreciate this beautiful creature." Stepping out onto the stage, Richard was wearing a cute little vest over a legless and armless black unitard. He had stockings that stretched down his long legs to a pair of black high heels, and the whole dark-themed getup was set off with something that sparkled. "Many of you know my tastes, but tonight I think you'll appreciate something a little different. Miss X?"

Celeste walked out on stage naked except for one ankle cuff and her hood. Her heart raced as all eyes in the room turned to her. Her breathing quickened, but with a hand reached out to her, Richard was her lifeline.

"Miss X, as you can see, is just about the prime example of that hot girl-next-door that our wonderful country holds up on a pedestal and tells us we should all want to fawn over. She is beautiful, she is graceful, and she is all those things without a second thought to the erections she gives straight men. Well, tonight we're going to help her experience something a little different."

The speech surprised Celeste. It jolted her from her shock so she could actually pay attention.

"For a start I have three fine examples of the kind of toys that good girls like Miss X doesn't often see. She'll be using this one." Richard held up a little wooden case with three of the magic butt plugs in it. The eyes of everyone in the room flicked to them. "The smallest one."

A round of whines came from the patrons in the room. Steven wasn't sure where Richard was taking this, but he hadn't broken any of Celeste's rules yet.

"But you can change that. Little Miss X here is a squealer, and the bigger the plug, the bigger the price her rear will pay. So I ask you, gentle friends, how much is her comfort worth?" Richard gestured to the toys again and a little piece of paper revealed a price on each. Free. $500. $5000.

"Anal deflowering aside, Rich, what's the game here? You promised us something special."

Steven looked at the man who'd spoken. He looked sharply dressed and had a glass of some dark amber fluid before him. If what Richard had said was right, the mane was big money.

"You know me too well, Howard. Oh so well…" Richard set the three toys down and gestured to Celeste. "When the plug goes in, the magic starts. If you are not satisfied with whatever price you pay, I'll refund it double."

Howard reached into his pocket and pulled out his wallet. Fifty notes dropped onto the stage. "Show us, Rich."

Celeste could only stare at the five-thousand dollars the man had put down to see her take the biggest plug. She couldn't decide if she should do something special or not, and finally settled on kneeling and then laying down on her side before him. The others present would still be able to see, but this guy would get the prime-time show.

Catching on to Celeste's plan quickly, Richard held up the enchanted toy. "Did I mention how wonderful and magical these are? Miss X will take this one dry and not even flinch." The truth was, Richard had to fight his urges not to use the toy himself. He ached in need, feeling far too empty.

"Little lady, where exactly should I be looking? Not that I don't mind a little personal show. Appreciate it, actually." Taking a sip from his whiskey, Howard reached to the front of his pants. His tastes ran further than Richard's—he could appreciate the woman's body for what it was now.

Catching herself before she spoke, Celeste gestured to her crotch. She smiled as much as she could, but the truth was her motor was running and she was as wet and worked up as she'd been in her life. The feel of Richard's hand on her rump surprised her into a little jolt, but she calmed when he pressed the tip of the butt plug against her anus.

Richard waited for Celeste to calm before he started to push. The toy, of course, was magically lubricated. It started to push in and stretch Celeste with no pain given—just a stretching sensation and feeling of pending fulfillment that was literally supernatural.

Howard had seen girls get their asses filled by toys before—even bigger toys than they were using now—but when the toy sank home he froze. Before his eyes the woman's vulva closed up and purple flesh began to grow out from her groin. As the flesh firmed up and grew, Howard stared as a penis poked its head from the sheath.

Celeste let out a little moan as the plug did its work on her reproductive system. All hint of her primary sexual organs were gone, now replaced with a sheath, balls, and a growing erection.

"Fuck…" The word dropped from a few mouths and others followed. Patrons crowded around Celeste and watched as her body changed more and more. Legs and arms became shorter, pony limbs. Her head shifted inside the hood and, when the hood finally lost its grip on her head and fell free, she was revealed in her equine glory.

Reaching his hand over Celeste's flank, Richard closed his fingers around her shaft. "Now, tell me little Mr. X, will you be a good boy and show these lovely people that all the plumbing works?"

Nodding, Celeste would have probably done just about anything to get that hand moving.

"Those of you in the front row may get a little wet," Richard said, and started jerking Celeste off.

Steven relaxed a bit. The whole show so far had been practically normal, except for the huge wad of cash sitting before Celeste on the stage (the owner of which made no sign of trying to reclaim). He sipped his coke and enjoyed the show now that everyone had settled back in their seats to watch as Celeste grunted and whined her way slowly to orgasm.

When Celeste finally reached her peak, she clenched her eyes closed and let out a little whinny and felt the spring Richard had been winding suddenly let loose. She bucked her hips for all she was worth and ground herself into Richard's hand while she painted the stage (and splashed a few guests).

"I promised you magic. I delivered, I think?" Richard looked from Howard around the assembled group. "Now, if you'll excuse him, little Mr. X here needs some time to calm down." He scooped Celeste up in his arms, collected the remaining two plugs, and started walking back off stage.

When the pair left the stage, the room seemed to be able to breathe again—then they all started talking at once. Some tried to deny what they'd seen, but the proof was still sticky and drying on stage—and on several outfits. The smell of stallion musk caused everyone in the room to unconsciously become a little more aroused—even Steven.

Standing up, Steven emptied his glass and walked over to the bar and the surprised-looking Coraline. "I think that'll do me. Enjoy the show?"

"What the fuck just happened? Did she really turn into a horse? How does that even work?" Having seen some strange stuff in the V.I.P. Lounge before, Coraline wasn't quite gibbering, but this was pushing the bounds of what she could just blink at and ignore.

"Magic. Thanks for the coke." Steven left the room, nodded to Armand, and walked back around to the dressing room door. A single knock and it was opened from the inside. "That was quite something."

Celeste pounded on her hooves to reach Steven and jumped up against his legs to look up at him. "Did you see? Oh my heck! Everyone was watching and I—I feel so amazing!"

Reaching down, Steven picked Celeste up and hugged her. "I'm glad you had a great time." He leaned a little closer and pressed his cheek to the side of her head. "You know Richard's eyeing you up again."

On hearing that, Celeste groaned a little and bunched her legs up while pressing her belly firmly against Steven's chest. She was still really turned on by the little show she'd been part of, and even the thought of being ogled by Richard stoked her fire higher. "Y-Yeah."

Richard wasn't just ogling Celeste, he was also feasting his eyes upon the eye-candy that was Steven. But, sadly, he knew he wasn't going to be able to do so forever. "I'm going to have to head out and get back into character as a manager."

"You play the character of someone in charge?" Steven was looking down at Celeste and only realized he'd avoided getting messy from her shaft by luck.

"Unless you want to walk out on stage and let me shove one of the remaining plugs in you, I regret that I have to actually work." It was only half meant to tease—there is nothing Richard would have enjoyed more than giving a repeat performance.

It was sorely tempting to Steven, but he bit his lip and shook his head. "Not tonight, Richard. Tonight I have a friend to look out for, and I can't do that if I'm as small as she is."

"You're the best, Steven." Celeste nuzzled her way up against his neck and let out a happy little sigh. "But when we get home I'm gonna hump all over you."

"… which is how cute little stallions show affection. I'll take it. You wanna go somewhere and dance?" Steven tilted his head to look down at Celeste and was startled by a kiss. The kiss was nice and enthusiastic, but Celeste's lips were different from human ones—not that he overly cared.

"You two would be murder to a diabetic. If you don't mind, I think you know your way down. You have the run of the place tonight." Richard stepped out of the room through the door Steven had come in and walked down to greet his clients. He'd slipped on a pair of pants in the dressing room, but was wearing little else when he walked into the V.I.P. Lounge.

Like a predator, Richard walked from the doorway to the bar and smiled at his best waitress. "How'd we do?"

"Thirty-one. This is the best show you've ever done—also the strangest. Was that real, boss?" Coraline was quick to make his favorite drink, a virgin mojito.

Taking the glass of zesty lime-mint, Richard took a long sip of it and let out a happy sigh. "It was real. I don't know how, but—"

"My cousin might."

Richard had been watching the crowd still sitting and chatting together, which was something uncommon for this particular venue. When Coraline spoke, however, he leaned backward on the bar until he was laying on it looking up at her. "Might she?"

"Wiccan. She believes in all that magic stuff. I'll get her to come down and chat if you want." Celeste's voice almost caught in her throat. She knew from Richard's performances how flexible and sexy he could be—bending over backwards and looking up at her was nothing compared to one of his more regular shows. "My pay—"

"The usual. Take it from the tips there and I'll figure it out later. Have your cousin come in tomorrow at noon." Fixating on Coraline, Richard wondered how she'd react to being a stallion. "Want to close up here and come backstage with me? I have two more of those butt plugs."

Coraline froze. Her boss had been flirty a time or two with her, but she'd always picked up that he was just having fun and it wasn't for real. He flirted with all his staff. This—this was something else. He was looking at her in ways that spoke of hunger and desire. "Howard asked for a private show. He made a point of flicking his billfold open. You could double the money—"

"Sweet, sweet Coraline. Are you offering to do a private show with me?" Richard fluttered his lashes up at his best bartender. "We split it half-and-half."

It was a big price ticket. Coraline worked for Richard because she liked having a lot of disposable income as well as paying off her car and house. This would cover her payments for months. "It's safe?"

"We just have to get the plug out before the end of the night—before you sleep. It's not exactly easy to do. In the process of removing it, I'll probably get turned too. That means we have to help each other out."

"He'd pay more to watch that, you know."

"You're right. I'll talk to him. You sure you want to do this? It's going to be obvious who you are." Richard reached out one hand to touch Coraline's left hand and he walked his digits up her darkly tattooed skin. She had both sleeves done from shoulder to wrist.

"That's why you're cutting me in for half, right?"

"Partly. You want to come to a friend's place for an after-party?" Richard leaned forward and levered himself off the bar, then retrieved his drink and took a sip.

Coraline looked at Richard with a deadpan stare for a few seconds. "You're talking about the girl who was just turned into a little horse, aren't you?"

"When in Rome…" Richard picked up his drink and walked over to one of his biggest whales. "Howard! How'd you like my show?"

Protecting Celeste from being stepped on wasn't required. The moment she pronked her way onto the dance floor everyone squealed with excitement. Richard was sure most of them didn't know she was really a person, they just saw a little tiny horse partying and figured it was meant to be. "The fuck is up with this world?"

His own reservations counted for naught, however, as the music and Celeste's cute bouncing completely distracted him from being mopey. It was a party and he wanted to bounce and dance too—so he did.

The club was a safe place. Richard employed competent and effective bouncers, and most of the people who'd proved they can't play nice had been told they weren't welcome. This left Steven and Celeste able to enjoy their night amid people who thought it great that there was a tiny horse enjoying themselves on the dance floor.

But as always happens, the night comes to an end and as the dance floor emptied, Celeste was more than happy to receive goodbye pats from dancers fleeing the place before the coming dawn. Which was when she saw two more little ponies walk onto the dance floor. "Uh, hello?"

Richard didn't delay in the slightest. He walked right up to Celeste and kissed her soundly.

"That's Richard, but who are you?" Steven looked to Coraline for answers.

Flicking her mane to the side, Coraline nodded her head back toward the stairs she'd just descended. "Mr. Just-A-Coke can't recognize me just because I've changed species and sex?"

"Okay, but that doesn't explain why."

"Big spender wanted to see more. Richard plugged me up, then he got under my tail and next thing I know there's two of us and our whale has tossed all his money on the stage and is walking out like he'd just shot a load in his pants." Coraline felt drawn to the guy. In her estimation he was cute, but there was something about him that made her want to do more.

"Hey!" Steven had seen this before. Coraline had walked all the way up to him and mounted his leg. "I think Richard has rules against this on the dance floor. Richard? Do you have rules against—this?" Steven gestured at Coraline.

"She got pretty worked up. You bring a car or taking a taxi home?" Walking over to Coraline, Richard struggled to pull her off Steven's leg with some success.

All sense had faded from Coraline's mind the moment she'd begun rubbing herself off on Steven's leg. There was a certain amount of class to her job as a barkeep, all of which was tossed out the window because she was so horny. "I'm so close. Just a bit longer!"

"You got her? Celeste's car is parked out back. One rule, no sex in the car." Steven reached to his pocket and pulled out Celeste's keys. "Come on before your friend starts humping someone less used to it."

Between them, Richard and Celeste managed to get Coraline to the car behind Steven. The three ponies piled into the back seat which left Steven free to drive the vehicle home without crashing because a little horse tried using him to get off on.

Parking, he opened the back door only for three little stallions to bounce out and race over to the front door of the house. "Hold on. None of you can open that."

"Celeste made us promise not to do anything until we get inside," Richard said, his normally playful voice having fallen to desperate whines. "Then she told us to masturbate instead."

For her work, Celeste had a big grin on her face. "No. I told you if you want to make it ache, masturbate. Not like you could make a mess on your own."

"All three of you need to get your plugs out and get some relief before bed, okay? I don't want any of you to be caught up like Susan is." Steven unlocked the door and opened it, which led to a cavelry charge.

Twelve little hooves thundered around him and into the house, only for Celeste to slide to a stop in the kitchen with her rump in the air. "Me first. Get mine out and I'll handle both of you."

"Wait a sec. You two put on a private show for that guy, right, but it couldn't have taken all night." Steven walked past the sight of Celeste with her rump in the air and Richard reaching under her tail to find her butt plug.

"Richard got really worked up about it being my first time with a cock. Well, I mean having a cock, that is. He wanted to give me my first blowjob, my first frot, the works. I think he wants to give me a handjob and some anal to round out the experience, but by then he had a plug in his butt too." Coraline followed Steven, her sights locking on his leg.

Celeste howled as Richard tried to pull her plug free. "It's too big!"

"It went in alight. Hold still and brace your hooves against my shoulders." Getting a firmer grip on the base, Richard waited for Celeste to lift her rear hooves up and against his shoulders before he started to pull. "I'll admit you were bigger then."

"Do you want something to eat for breakfast?" Steven looked down just in time for Coraline to mount his leg. "Uh, you just hold on and do what you need to. I think I'll make some grilled cheese."

Coraline had been horny before and she'd been needy before, but never had she been this much of both. With her forelegs wrapped tight around Steven's thigh, she bucked against him so her shaft rubbed along the softness of his leg. Each pump of her hips was pure bliss—even him moving and walking around didn't distract her from her goal.

Steven knew when to resign himself to a damp leg and a heavy weight attached to it. All he could do as he finished making the plate piled with grilled cheese sandwiches was be content he'd get his own back at some point. "Here."

Just recovering from her third orgasm on Steven's leg, Coraline was surprised to find half a grilled cheese sandwiched pressed to her mouth. Not a pony to look a gift human in the mouth, she opened up and bit down on the treat. "Daf fo goof!"

"Can I have my leg back while you eat?" Steven asked.

Coraline let go of Steven's leg and tried to hold the sandwich with her hooves. "Mmm. Are you single?"

Biting his lip, Steven tried to forget the image of the hot bartender from the club, but when he did he looked down at the hot stallion by his legs eating a sandwich. "Kinda spoken for, but at the same time we're pretty open, I think."

"Pull harder!"

Richard was just about to give up and get someone else to help when the lewdest pop he'd heard in his life signaled that Celeste's rear had finally given up the toy. Of course, braced as they'd been, each of them was still pushing at the other and slid away in opposite directions on the dining room floor.

"That's pretty open, but she'll close up quickly enough." Her own joke made Coraline giggle—which was odd for her. She wasn't all that giggly usually, but there was something liberating about being a stallion, to say nothing about being around people who just want to have some fun. "Sorry about your leg."

"Like I said, I'll probably spend some time with your leg at some point." Steven walked over to Celeste and passed her a sandwich. "Here you go, little princess, something to eat while we watch the sun rise."

Steven walked to Richard. "And here's yours. Remind me to give you a hand-job, Richard."

Taking the sandwich carefully in his hooves, Richard looked up at Steven. "Not that I'll say no, but why?"

"Because in your own perverted way you were a perfect gentleman tonight. You let someone who's very special to me experience something new in a way that was safe. So yeah, I don't know if payback hand-jobs are a thing, but you're totally getting one." Steven finally bit into his own sandwich and let out a happy sigh.

The huge rear windows/doors of the house revealed more and more light as the group ate until finally a line of full light broke above the horizon. In silent awe at not just the magic of the sex toys but dawn, the group filed off to bed when they'd all finished eating.

Equestria

Smooth Talker was moaning, but more than that she was talking constantly. "… understand that this is a huge breakthrough in morale for the town. With your—fuck, harder—talents and skill we are definitely going to raise everypony's spirits to—right there, so close!"

Susan enjoyed her time in Equestria. The fact she could have sex all night and not be tired the next day for work made it just about the best time of her life. But, there was a noisy lining to the cloud of happy-stallion bliss she had going.

"I thought, what with Organized and Dazed getting first goes, that you were going to be a problem, but you've been—Ack!" Smooth's mind melted into bliss as Susan clamped her teeth down on the back of her neck.

"Mrrg grrrdd ruffrffr…" Which was mouth-full-of-mare's-withers for I'm glad you shut up at last, was the last thing Susan managed to say as her body started to fade away. She considered it a job well done given the mare she'd been with hadn't shut up the whole time.

Panting, on the edge of orgasm, Smooth Talker let out a whimper of need and collapsed to the floor. The evening had been good, but the finale—or lack thereof—colored the whole thing for her. "This is the worst…"

Author's Note

Ask Celeste: Do you want to go to another world to experience how to use your new equipment on a mare?

Celeste shrugged her shoulders and smiled profusely. "No thanks, I'm pretty attached to my boobs. I like being a woman. Besides, I might be able to find a nice girl here."

So I do this "Ask X" thing. X can be any pony within the story. You can ask them anything and they will definitely, hopefully reply. Keep the questions appropriate to the age-rating of the stories, and they will answer the best question in the author notes of the next chapter. The more votes a comment has the more likely I will get it to the right pony to answer. Try to keep it to one question per post! They will pick one question per chapter.

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