This is Ranchtown

The day had been all about talking to relatives, telling them all of the new plans taking place. When Winter wasn’t explaining things to his relatives, he was getting measured for a tux. He had to choose colors, get flower arrangement plans to show to his mother, choose food items of all sorts and then he had to look after his pregnant bride-to-be. By the time he made it to Cloud Stone, he was not exactly feeling up to it. However, he promised he would be there and getting stupid drunk sounded like it could only help at this point.

Across town, he knew that Golden Goal was going to her own bachelorette party with Letty. It seemed a little strange that the guys would go to a night club while the girls went to the best strip joint in town. The Sharkbite Lounge was more than happy to take them into their capable hands. As much as he wanted to see what Vodka had in store for them, Winter knew he was just entirely too exhausted for such an excursion at that moment. Not to mention, there was plenty of time for all of that after the wedding and everything settled.

The azure unicorn locked his car as he approached the door, eyeing the very long line that almost spanned the length of the front building. The security at the door was a large mass of muscle and pudge who stood at least a foot above Winter and held up his hand to stop him before he came to the front of the line and held up his clipboard. There was a separator stand between the two of them, showing people where to stand and how far away to stand before they could enter.

“Name?” The black pegasus asked as his eyes scanned the paper.

“Winter Solstice.” He said, noting the annoyed expressions of the people in line who had probably been waiting a good thirty minutes to get in. “I’m in VIP room eight.”

The guard noted this with a nod and lifted up the paper to view the one underneath. Fable’s name was first, Winter’s was second. He grunted at this and unlatched the rope, standing aside.

“Welcome to Cloud Stone.” The large pegasus said, and then gave a cross look toward the other wouldbe patrons as they started to make a fuss at his entrance. It was Thirsty Thursday, and the club seemed to know it. The music was lively while the crowd got their drink on. There weren’t a lot of dancers that night, just a few ponies trying to show off their moves on the floor while the drunken crowd paid them little mind. Winter waved at Venue as he served drinks at the bar.

The large bright blue and white spotted earth pony’s eyes lit up at Winter as he waved back. He waved for Winter to come over to him as he reached behind him and grasped a serving plate full of shots.

“Winter! Always a pleasure, my good pony.” Venue said as he handed over the platter. “These are for your group. You mind bringing it with you? I’m swamped right now.” He said, nodding toward the line of ponies waiting for their drinks. All of his waitresses were already taking orders from the tables as well.

“Of course! Always happy to help.” He said as he took the platter with one hand and a shot with the other. He knocked back the shot glass and breathed out a bit of the fire it produced in his throat. He nodded his thanks and handed the shot to Venue, who took it with a nod. “Just testing it.”

“Yeah, that’s what they all say.” Venue chuckled and filled up another shot to put on the plate. “Enjoy, big guy. I got my invitation today!” He said as he reached under his register and produced a bright blue envelope. “Tell your Mom thanks again for me.”

This drew a curious look from him. His mother had just taken on the responsibility of wedding planner and already managed to send out invitations. He smiled at Venue with a nod.

“Will do.” Winter turned as Venue waved and turned his attention back to the customers who continued to crowd his bar. More and more, he noticed that the wedding was taking shape and the idea was becoming real to him. It was surreal that all of this was working toward his wedding. The fact that Fable was in the mix made it all more of an outlandish prospect.

This all came to a head when he opened the VIP room, and there was his crowd. All of them sat around the table in the center of the room, lot’s of shot glasses both full and empty strewn about the surface. Fable sat behind the table, beside him was Death Metal, beside her was Jet Stream, then Night Moon. Beside the dark blue pegasus was a neon blue earth pony that he didn’t recognize. Beside her, Voltage sat with her back to the table. She eyed Winter with a smile and a wave, but didn’t say anything.

Fable was talking to Patch Note on the other end of the table when they all turned to the door. It was then that he noticed that even Fable’s dad was there. The red pegasus was almost exactly the same shade as him, albeit a darker shade of crimson. He was also visibly older with a bit more paunch on his gut.

“Hey! There he is!” Fable said, and all of them. They all said his name, also recognizing that he brought a good deal of shots with him. “There’s the man of the hour.”

“Winter! Come on in! Have a seat!” Night Moon said as he lifted a shot glass toward him and downed it as he sat down, setting the tray of shot glasses down as a few of them leaned forward and grabbed a few.

Winter sat beside Sun Storm, Fable’s dad, and got a firm pat on the back.

“Winter, my boy, how’s the family?” Storm said as he also grabbed a shot and drank it in the blink of an eye. He was obviously already somewhat inebriated and it was rather easy to tell. He was always more talkative with a few drinks in him, as Winter remembered from his limited time spent with the older pegasus.

“Pretty good, how have you been holding up?” Winter had a drink as the rest of the party started to talk once again. This caused the older stallion to laugh a little bit and shrug.

“I’ve been holding up, somewhat. It’s not me you should be worrying about, though. My boy, you and my son are taking that big step and I’m proud of you. Just know that marriage is a fickle thing and you gotta ride that bull no matter how hard it kicks. How long you been with that girl of yours?”

“Oh, around three years.” Winter said and this made Storm’s eyes widen a bit.

“Not bad, kid. Not bad. That’s a lot longer than I was with Stargazer before we even had Fable.” Storm had another shot and sighed a bit. “Sure is nice to see you kids having that kind of friendship, Winter. I just wanted to thank you for being there for Fable. Now you two are getting married and things are going to change. I heard you even knocked up your blushing bride. Getting that maternal wedding dress. I’m proud of you!”

The way Storm worded the two of them getting married made Winter’s eyes dart back and forth. That was when both of them looked over at Fable as he was talking to Patch.

“I mean, how soft is her fur? Do you ever pet her while you two are in the sack?” Fable asked him, making Patch’s eyes widen a bit. Before he could even reply. “Nah, I’m sorry, bro. My word filter’s a little off.”

“No, it’s a solid question, Fable.” Storm said, causing both Fable and Patch to look at his dad. “I’ve never even met an Abyssinian, but I’ve heard their crazy accents. It’s like Trottingham but it’s got that slang vibe. Has she ever asked you to ‘root’ her? Is it true about what it means?”

Patch’s face went blood red and he took another drink of his mixed drink before bashfully nodding. This caused all three of the ponies to laugh.

“That’s awesome!” Winter said. Before he could ask anything else, the neon earth pony girl spoke among them.

“Come on, guys! You shouldn’t be asking him such personal questions like that!” Shrapnel spoke, drawing everyone’s attention around the table. “Just come out with it. Is she a soft fuck or has she got some teeth behind her?” She asked, directing every darted question toward Patch, whose face went from surprised to absolutely dumbfounded in record time.

This caused quite the commotion throughout the room as some of them laughed and others pressed the question while Patch put up his defenses. He was both laughing and asking them questions about their sex lives before he ever dared to answer any more of theirs.

“Hey,” Jet tapped Fable to get his attention and he turned to her. “What’s this I hear about your brother not coming to the wedding?” He blinked at the question and started to ask how she heard that. Then he remembered that she was an ace journalist who couldn’t keep her snout out of other people’s business. He laughed a little bit and shook his head.

“He’s up in Cloudsdale, making an A-list movie. Mom says that his part is small but it’s the exposure he’s been looking for. It happens.” He said as he knocked back another shot.

“It happens.” She said, but he could tell she was calculating something. Before he could ask her what she was thinking, though, the door opened once again. This time who else walked in but two unicorn stallions of gray and white. Disterious and Diamond Sword brought a bottle of alcohol each and waved their hands as everyone greeted them with drink and merriment. Fable walked to both of them after getting up carefully. He kissed Disterious on the cheek and they embraced. Diamond sat on the other side of Winter and they patted each other on the back and shared in a drink.

“I’m so happy for you, Fable. It’s wonderful that you found a partner in life.” Disterious said as he joined Fable in his celebration. Where is Spark? I thought you three were inseparable?”

Fable raised an eyebrow at this comment, then noticed that he, Winter and Spark had a bit of a reputation over the years. He snorted a bit at this and snickered. “Well, he said he was going to Letty’s bachelorette party this time around. He had looked forward to going to the Sharkbite Lounge and decided he’d try and catch both get-togethers. Whether he’ll show up tonight is another matter.”

Then both of them looked over at Voltage, who had said very little all night but drank more than her fair share of liquor. Whenever she was asked what was wrong, she dodged the question like a bullet and went back into her own head. It was clear that she and Spark were having some problems. What those problems were, that was between her and him.

“Can’t say I blame him.” Disty said as he eyed Fable. “I would think you were going to have your celebration over there. What changed your mind?”

“Oh, Letty said she wanted to enter married life with a clear conscience and I was fine with it. I’d imagine they’re having a good time, just like we are.” Fable said and tapped his shot glass with Disty with a smile and a nod. They both drank and the red pegasus belched.

“Yeah, I’d imagine.” Disterious chuckled.

Letty was already down to her underwear and bra as her shirt came off. As soon as she swung around the stripper pole, she slung the shirt into the stripclub crowd. The crowd loved her, even though she wasn’t the normal kind of entertainment. The announcer called her the lovely bride-to-be and she was a bit nervous. Though, as soon as the music started, she cut loose as best she could.

Her adoring fans in her VIP room looked on as she started to undo her bra in front of them. Grem was first to reach for it as Letty dropped it toward them and Lemon Square, the yellow pony with a braided purple mane looked at her with a scowl as she put it in her mouth.

The yellow pegasus almost completely forgot that she was dancing in front of friends that had never seen this side of her. Electric Spark, Golden Goal and even Fable’s mother, Stargazer looked in awe as she turned around, bending over to let all of them see her nether regions as she tugged her panties to her ankles and kicked them to the back of the stage as the music beat against the speakers in that very large, very expensive private room.

The only one who wasn’t cheering or staring in disbelief was Grave Rush, who sat in his chair with a mixed drink. It was clear that he never should have bet Letty that she couldn’t do a strip show. Not only was she supposed to go down to topless, but she actually seemed to have some skill on the pole. Now she was squatting down low to the floor and shaking her bare ass straight toward Grave. If he weren’t so fiercely aroused by the show, he’d be quite somber at that moment.

She spun on one hoof to face him with her ass low toward the ground and her legs wide to show off her very moist, almost dripping vagina. With a devious grin, she reached around to the side of the stage and picked up a lasso rope that was used for the rope tricks and rodeo shows on the stage where they catch unsuspecting members of the crowd.

Showing surprising skill with a lasso, Letty spun it around above her head and toss it toward a dumbfounded Grave Rush. The rope managed to make it past his shoulders before she pulled it tight around him and stood him up against the stage. The naked pegasus put on a devilish grin as she hopped down and pushed him over. He gave a bit of a yelp as his back hit the ground and she wrapped the rope all the way around his wrists and ankles as they all got caught together.

Her little crowd went wild as her tits flopped up and down when she stood, her hands out to either side of her. She bowed and giggled as she held up one finger.

“A drink for me, please!” Letty shouted, and looked over to Citrus at the tiny little bar near the VIP door. The shark girl rolled her eyes and began pouring into the mixer. As Quick Bullet walked over toward her, bare naked still, Grave gazed up at her, his face growing worried.

“Hey! What about me?” He said as he attempted to free himself from his bonds. “Hey!”

She waved over at Golden and motioned for her to follow. She had been chatting it up with Stargazer and discussing the wondrous world of pregnancy and how morning sickness happened whatever part of the day it wanted. She hadn’t seen Letty naked all that much and couldn’t help but stare at some of her body as she approached the bar with her.

“Letty, you know you don’t need to stick to alcohol free for me. This is both of our bachelorette parties in one. You should be getting wasted with everyone else.” Golden said as Citrus smiled and handed her the Cherry Virgin with an actual cherry in it.

“We’re getting married together, that practically makes us sisters, Goldie. Honestly, I know you about half as well as I want to. Seems how our children will be playing together, that needs to change.

Golden thought for a moment. The fact that Ember was going to be barely a year older than her upcoming daughter hadn’t occurred to her in that light. The fact that she already had a friend handpicked from the litter was somewhat comforting. She didn’t dare hope that she would end up with Ember as they budded into stallion and mare. That sort of thing rarely worked between filly friends.

Letty held up her Cherry Virgin and clicked glasses with Golden as they both drank.

“Ummm, Letty, you know Grave is still struggling to get up, right?” Citrus said, directing attention over to the gray earth pony with the black and green hair. He’d rolled over onto his side as the rest of them partied it up. They’d occasionally give him a glance and a smile but mostly they ignored him.

“He’s fine.” Letty giggled with Golden as they began to hug it out a little bit.

“Oh, Letty, it’s finally happening.” Her eyes began to well up with tears and Letty could already hear the bright brown mare’s breath become labored with the oncoming tears. “I’m sorry, ever since I got pregnant, I can’t handle these kinds of emotions!” She said as she began to weep on the naked pegasus’ shoulder, who patted her back and rubbed it a bit.

“Just let it out, Golden. No one’s judging.” Letty smiled at Citrus, the green shark pony waitress who was determined to never get married or pregnant at this point.

Very few ponies in the room took notice of the crying bride-to-be, however. Lemon Square, the yellow earth pony sat with Stargazer in front of the stripper stage and looked across the floor to see Grem on her knees in front of Spark’s chair. They only caught little glimpses of his large, rock hard phallus. She was not letting up on his knob, either. Her mouth wrapped around the head and sucked while he sat and watched her. Though, he was talking quietly and it was impossible to hear.

“I just don’t know anymore, Grem. I’ve been companions with Voltage since the womb and we’ve never been separated.” Spark said as she nodded her understanding while his dick made its way down her throat. He breathed in deep as he grunted a bit. “Moving in with Vineyard sounds like the right thing to do, but then what’s going to become of Gemini Ties?”

“It sounds like the right thing to do.” The bat pony said as she licked a little bit of precum off of his dick. “But what feels like the right thing to do? I know you love your sister, but she should have known this was coming.” Grem said as she jerked his stiff member with one hand and then began to kiss his nice bulbous balls.

“I know.” Spark said that, but did he really know? Looking back on all of it, he and Voltage were twins, but like a married couple at the same time. The way they fought in the past few weeks, you’d think they were married, if it weren’t for the striking resemblance. That was when he sighed. After all of the stuff going on, he was exhausted. That was when he felt her teeth put very gentle pressure on his very sensitive glans penis.

“Hey.” She said, giving his cock a soft pat. “This is supposed to be a time to forget our troubles. You said you needed some relaxing time. Well, this is that time.” Grem smiled and began to lick all along its side.

“Ummm, Miss?” Both of their heads turned as they heard the voice of an older mare. And both of them locked up a bit as they noticed it was Stargazer. Both of them completely forgot she was here. She was dressed in a pretty red dress that had a slit going up the left side of her skirt. The shoulder straps were thin and her dark blue coat of fur popped with the color as a result. She combed a bit of her teal mane out from in front of her face and gave a nervous smile. “Your friend over there told me that you wouldn’t mind if I… did…”

Grem smiled sweetly and leaned the towering boner over toward her so it pointed straight. She gave it a tiny stroke and giggled. “Did you want some?”

Stargazer’s cheeks went blood red and she couldn’t help but tighten her legs around her welling pussy as it gushed a bit. Before she knew it, she was on her knees in front of Spark as well. The pegasus and the bat pony began sharing the dick between their mouths, kissing the shaft on either side.

Not far from the three in the chair, Grave Rush blinked as he watched them lick and suck on Spark’s pulsing member and he couldn’t hide the fact that he was sporting an enlarged genitalia inside his own pants. Without warning, he felt a bit of pressure on his crotch, making him wince and look to see a naked Letty standing over him. Her hoof was firmly planted against the crotch of his pants as she began to move up and down on top of it.

“Wow, someone’s a bit pent up, isn’t he?” Letty giggled some as he sneered toward her. He knew that she wanted him to beg and she wasn’t going to give her the satisfaction. Even as there came a dark spot of precum at the tip of his cock showing clearly through his pants, he would not relent.

He did not have long before he felt his pants began to loosen. Grave was unable to get a good angle to look at what she was doing, but she had leaned over toward him and felt her begin to relieve his pants. With him being hogtied like this, moving his pants downward was a bit of a chore. Finally, Grave felt his very hard cock flop free of its bindings and her warm, inviting mouth engulfed him almost completely.

Citrus sat beside Golden Goal on a couch, who had fallen asleep after a good long crying session. On the far end of the room, she bared witness to all of the lewd spectacles transgressing in the VIP room. As part owner of this club, she was obligated to stop them, but saw Grem pull the dress off of the dark blue pegasus. Stargazer’s large breasts bounced from her dress top as she used them both to wrap around the tan penis in front of her while Grem sucked on the head.

For now, Citrus thought, her duties as a stripclub owner could wait. She slowly distanced herself from a sleeping Golden. The green pony with two hoops pierced through her nipples uncovered them and gave her right one a little pinch. She leaned just enough to catch the action as Letty lowered herself upon the very nicely shaped and swollen manhood, biting her lip as she sank him into her warm, dripping quim.

The young shark mare couldn’t help but notice that she had upped her skirt to reveal she had no panties. However, two hands were now spreading her legs apart to expose her even more. The yellow earth pony mare grinned as she got a good look at the swollen, juicy pussy.

“Needing some help?” Lemon Square held a finger up to her lip and looked over at the sleeping unicorn at the other end of the couch. Having shushed the green pony, her tongue went deep within that very lively, twitching sheathe. Citrus silenced herself as much as she could and scowled at Lemon Square.

“I’ve told you when you can eat my pussy.” The mock angry look on her face not fooling Lemon at all.

“Yeah, I know, after hours. These ponies don’t care, and we got the room until noon tomorrow.” She grinned even wider at Citrus. “I think this counts as off hours that you’ll be billed anyway.” She whispered, then began eating those beautiful labia folds like she was being paid for it.

The shark pony tried not to laugh, then once again tried not to become too loud as she gave a nice, long moan toward the sexy yellow mare. Citrus ran her fingers through her wonderful purple mane.

“I’ll get you back for this.” Her face turned red as her lubrication naturally spread over her pink slit. She had a perfect view of Grem bouncing up and down on Spark’s dick while the very experienced and giving blue mare lapped her tongue over his balls. He was soon forced into cumming deep inside the bat pony as she too tried to remain quiet. She knew the rules of the Sharkbite, and she didn’t want to get bitten if they got caught… again.

Letty had finally untied the gray earth pony. As an apology for keeping him tied up for so long, she let him ride her on all fours. He railed her hard and slapped her ass. This drew shushes throughout the room. The music was still playing in the background of the club, but none of them were getting caught if they could help it.

“Sorry.” Grave said, waving at them and then continuing to pound the yellow pony’s pussy as she covered her mouth to keep silent. She squealed in a way that she was glad no one heard it over the music.

Citrus had cum twice by the time Lemon started fingering her with two digits and licking her hungry clitoris.

Grave, on the other hand, pulled out from Letty’s vagina and pumped a heavy amount of cum onto her ass cheeks. She didn’t mind so much. Letty knew they had showers in the back. Not to mention, she was already trembling with her own nice orgasm. She smiled back toward the gray pony and blew him a little kiss.

“Not gonna be getting out of here that easy, am I?” Letty said as she looked back at her glazed butt cheeks. Then she heard a small photo snap sound effect coming from Golden’s direction. The sleepy pony was at the perfect angle to get the whole scene on photo. Before passing out again, she labeled it “Quick Bullet Bachelorette ‘20” then whispered. “Classic.”

Letty gasped as she realized her splattered ass was now caught on digital film! The look of shock plastered across her twisted face. “Golden!”