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Masquerade
Mistress
Menagerie

Masquerade

Twilight walks down the deserted alleyway, up to the old oak door, and hesitates. Her hoof is poised to knock, but it hovers, her mind plagued by uncertainty. On her face is an elaborate mask, black lace and purple feathers over a beautiful dark blue base, perfectly matching the fanciful cape she wears to cover her wings and cutie mark. She takes a deep breath, and knocks four times.

She came here, to this club, to let loose and stop worrying for awhile. She has urges she feels she can't talk to anypony about, can't even confide in her friends about the problems they cause her. It's just...not safe to talk about these things.

And yet here she is, worrying about having come, defeating the whole purpose. "I should go..." Twilight murmurs, starting to turn, but the clicking of a lock being undone causes her to pause. The door slowly slides open, revealing a grey-coated earth pony wearing nothing but a basic black mask and a tight-fitting strap-on harness, carefully covering her cutie mark up. She stares Twilight up and down for a moment, nodding slowly.

"New here?" The pony at the door asks, a slight smile on her face. Twilight nods, too anxious to say anything, thinking about how hard it will be to keep her identity hidden. She's a princess! Why did she think she could pull off an anonymous masquerade club?!

The mare moves aside and motions for Twilight to follow her down the stairs. "Make sure you shut the door." She reminds, not looking back. When she reaches the landing at the bottom of the stairs, she moves aside and waits for Twilight to reach her.

They stand face to face for a moment, one shaking and the other as calm as can be.

"I can tell you're nervous. It's okay, really. No one will say anything if they recognize you, Twilight." The mare says, pulling her mask down for a moment to reveal her purple eyes. Twilight lets out an anxious squeak. "My name is Octavia, I'm on door duty tonight. This isn't common practice, I promise, but you seemed so upset I had to say something. A good number of ponies come here, princess, and I can guarantee you that some of them recognize each other. But we have a good thing here, and everypony follows the rules - we don't speak of the things that happen behind closed doors. Ever. Can you agree to that?"

Twilight hesitates a moment, then nods. "Yeah, I...I want to do this. I'm just worried it'll hit the news or something if somepony decides to say something. What a scandal, am I right?" She laughs nervously, her wings shuffling visibly under her cloak.

Octavia gives a knowing smile, reaching for the door ahead of them. She pulls a key out of a small hidden compartment and unlocks it, holding it just slightly open. "Remember, the appearance of anonymity is more important than the actuality of it." She says, then opens the door all the way and gently pushes Twilight through. Before Twilight can fully process what she sees, she hears the door shut behind her, then the click of the lock. And suddenly she's here for the night, for better or for worse.

The first thing she notices is the stage. It features three striper poles, a hanging cage, and two sets of wall shackles - Most of these things are in use. She tears her eyes from the skilled dancers on the poles to the young stallion in the hanging cage, his cream-tan pelt marked red with thick dried rivulets of candlewax, his face a twist of agony-pleasure as the candles on the roof of the cage drip on him more, slowly, ever more. His cutie mark is covered up by the wax, as is most of his back and shoulders. His hooded, yet strikingly green eyes match the green ankleband he's wearing on one of his forelegs.

Twilight feels herself blush and looks away from the stage without examining the ponies in shackles. Beside the stage is a bar, with a fairly normal looking unicorn bartender wearing no mask at all. Twilight is fairly certain she's never seen her before, but she certainly looks familiar. Her coat is white and her mane and tail are thick, long and flowing, a slightly sparkly tone to the pink hair. She's pouring drinks for two earth ponies, speaking only to the obvious dominant of the two - a large red stallion wearing a full leather mask and what appears to be a simple, stick-on pasty over his cutiemark. He has one hoof on the shoulder of what Twilight can only assume to be his partner, an earth pony mare wearing a full-body leather suit, only her green eyes exposed.

All throughout the room there are ponies in various states of fetish gear, several fucking on or under the tables and benches. Twilight spies two stallions in a jerk-off contest, a group of pegasi around them betting startling amounts of bits on who will cum first.

Twilight decides the bar is the least intimidating, and walks over, hesitating before taking a seat several down from the couple she saw earlier. She feels immensely conscious of her wings, feeling absolute certainty that the bartender knows who she is immediately upon glancing at her. The bartender gives a warm smile, walking over to Twilight and gesturing her horn towards the menu on the wall. "What can I get for you, newcomer?" She says, her voice familiar but hard to focus on. "Can I interest you in a consent band?"

On the bar in front of Twilight hovers down a set of anklet's, encased in yellow magic. A green one that says "Pain Slut", a red one that says "Sadist", Pink and Blue that say "Sub" and "Dom" respectively, a purple that says "Touchable" and a white that says "No Touching". Twilight stares blankly for a moment, startled, as the bartender places them down.

"We have several more as well, but I try not to overwhelm the newbies." The bartender says, smiling, standing up to push the bands towards Twilight with her forehooves. On her left foreleg is a golden band, made of real metal rather than rubber like the rest, with "Mistress" engraved upon it. Under it are red and white bands. Her right foreleg has a black band which says "Degrader", and an orange band inscribed with "CNC".

Twilight holds her hooves above the bands. She feels dizzy. "I feel dizzy," She says, not knowing what else to say. She slowly takes a green band, and begins staring hard at the purple band.

"You shouldn't hesitate so much." The bartender says, her voice distant to Twilight. She picks the purple band up in a cloud of yellow, and slowly presses it onto Twilight's left foreleg. She then pushes the green one up after it. "Start with these, come back if you need more." She smiles, and Twilight stares at the bands for a long moment, before nodding. She stands up, beginning to walk away when the bartender leans over the counter, the look in her eyes making Twilight pause. "Oh, and Twilight?" She whispers, voice suddenly crystal clear. "Come to me next time you need a disguise. Magic works far better than a cloak to hide an alicorn."

Twilight's face heats up, but before she can respond the Bartender - Celestia? - has walked away, pouring more cider for the couple now making out a few seats away. Before Twilight can get her hurricane of thoughts under control - why didn't I try a magic disguise? Why is Celestia bartending? How can that leather mare fit that HUGE cock in her throat? - She feels somepony tap on her side from behind. She jumps straight in the air and turns with a squeak, startling the collar-wearing unicorn behind her.

"Hey, sorry to scare you! You seem a little nervous, so I wanted to say, welcome!" The unicorn says, the poorly-applied sequins on his mask glinting in the light. He smiles big, and Twilight manages a smile back. "Do you have a stage name yet?" Twilight cocks her head to the side, and he quickly explains, "We all take fake names so we can still make friends here! You might want to think about one. You can call me Sunny!"

He trots off after that, wandering into a small group of ponies standing at the stage. Twilight heaves a sigh, too anxious to keep trying, and finds herself sitting at the bar for the rest of the night, watching the stage shows and pretending she isn't fidgeting like crazy.

She resolves to come back next week, after a day trip to Canterlot...

Author's Note

I recognize the mention of leather may seem strange considering that they're ponies but like. Can't have kink gear without leather. The Laws Of Nature and all.
It's faux leather, for what it's worth, but the ponies do call it leather.

Hope you enjoyed!! This was meant to be a one shot but I'm gonna do two or three chapters instead. :pinkiehappy:

Mistress

Twilight finds herself on the steps leading up to the Canterlot Castle just three days later. Her mind is a blur of worry - Is this allowed? Is this okay? Will Celestia be mad at her? - but she pushes through, forces herself up the stairs and into the castle with a practiced smile on her face. Anypony who knew her well would see her anxiety, but the guards just see another Perfect Royal, so she makes it into castle without any interruptions. She had sent a letter asking if she could stop by, and Celestia had told Twilight to come 'Directly to her chambers at 3pm on Tuesday', which sounded both formal and intimate and Twilght was having trouble processing. But here she was, standing outside of Celestia's chambers at 2:48 PM, staring anxiously at the clock and awaiting the time to knock.

She needn't wait for 12 minutes though, as she heard soft metallic clicking on the floor behind her, and a familiar voice call out. "Ah, hello Twilight! Early as always, I see." Celestia greeted Twilight just as she turned her head to see who was approaching. Yellow magic enveloped the door handle in front of Twilight and slowly swung it open, revealing posh yet strangely barren bedchambers. "Let's head inside, Twilight. I can guess what you've come to see me about."

Twilight gulped as she followed her mentor into the bedchambers. Celestia hadn't sounded angry, but her tone had been one Twilight had never heard before. Celestia headed straight for the bed, kicking off her golden boots and climbing upon it with grace. She pats the area beside her, giving Twilight a warm smile. Twilight smiles back nervously, eyes flicking around the room as she climbs slowly onto the wide, soft bed. She hears the door close behind her as she does, and barely suppresses a squeak.

"So?" Celestia asks once Twilight has settled, her smile gentle but a mischievous glint in her eyes. Twilight tries to smile, but it just feels like her facial muscles are pulled tight.

"S-So, I, Uhh..." Twilight starts, trying and failing to look Celestia in the eye. "So...Bartending?" She manages, finally, praying that Celestia doesn't force her to say a full sentence.

Celestia laughs, hearty, and nods. "Yes, Bartending. Somepony has to, and since I run the place -"

"You WHAT?" Twilight yells, unable to stop herself. "Well, I, Sorry, Celestia, I just...I didn't expect that, you...you run a secret fetish bar?" She quickly backpedals, stammering when she notices Celestia's moderately worried glace towards the door.

"Indeed, Twilight. I started it, in fact. Around the time I banished Luna, I realized I had a void I simply needed to fill, so i set about finding out all the darkest parts of me. Being comfortable with even the grossest parts of ourselves means we know how to handle when we want to do bad things. And, having seen Nightmare Moon yourself, I'm sure you understand how important that is to me, Twilight, especially around that time." Twilight nods as she listens to her mentor, enraptured by knowledge and understanding.

"Once I realized that we all have dark places, I quickly set about conquering my own. I found ponies who were willing to kneel beneath me, even begged me to stand over them...And I realized that I like hurting ponies, Twilight. Only when they want me too, of course, but..." Celestia pauses, taking a deep breath. She seems almost lost in memory for a moment, before continuing on. "I fantasized about the pleading, the begging me to stop. And after a good long while of searching, I realized that there are ponies who love that. They want to feel forced, raped. 'Consensual Non Consent', I began calling it, and the name has finally caught on here recently, thankfully. Anyway, When I found somepony I could really let loose with...I discovered how relaxing it is. How freeing. I wanted to give other ponies a chance to explore these thoughts as well. I started Masquerade, under a disguise, to give everypony who could be considered a 'deviant' a place to do deviant things. Nothing wrong with that, I believe. I haven't told Luna yet, just so you know, Twilight, so please don't mention this to her."

Twilight nods in stunned silence. She hadn't expected....well, any of that. Especially not hearing her esteemed mentor and princess use the word 'rape'. She looks at Celestia, really looks at her for the first time in awhile, right in the eyes...And she sees sincerity, and clarity, and an aged mare who is fully comfortable in her own fur. And finally Twilight relaxes, and smiles, and speaks her mind. "I've always wanted to experience things, all of the things to be honest...And when I was a foal I'd experiment with, y'know, weird things when I'd masturbate. Like sewing needles, and ice cubes...I started really early," She laughs, looking down at her wing and fidgeting with it. "My mom told me to stop and always freaked out when she saw me do anything weird, so I kind of figured it was bad, you know?"

Twilight takes a shaky breath, about to cry, and feels Celestia's wing wrap around her. She allows herself to be pulled in and hugged, and rests her head on her mentor's shoulder. "I was so happy and so scared when I got the flier, I...I wanted so badly for it to be Okay b-but I was so anxious that it would get out that the, he Princess of Friendship is a freak, you-you know?" Twilight is crying now, stuttering, holding herself tightly against Celestia's side.

Celestia holds her tightly, refusing to let go until the last shudders pass.

When Twilight wakes up, it's dark outside, and Celestia is walking back in from the balcony. "It's okay Twilight, the sun just set. You've been asleep a couple hours." She says, a warm smile on her face as she climbs back onto the bed. Twilight blinks and yawns, looking around the room. Several candles and lanterns are lit, casting a warm glow through the bedroom.

"If you'd like to stay the night, you always have a guest room open." Celestia begins, looking directly at Twilight. Her expression turns serious. "But you're also welcome to stay here, with me. If you'd like to keep coming to the Masquerade, you're welcome to no matter what you decide - but I want to offer you some guidance, a...Helping hoof with your first time doing something more extreme, if you'd let me. Don't feel pressured, of course. We can just talk if you'd like. But - I can see you wanting to ask me - Yes. I'm serious. I would like to be your Mistress for the night, Twilight, if you'd let me."

Twilight is beyond shocked. She's awake now, definitely. She doesn't know what to say. A strong, normal part of her wants to run, to say "No, thank you though." or "Let's just talk?". But inside she knows that she wants to. And their earlier conversation crosses her mind. This is...healthy. It's normal.

Celestia wont call her a freak, no matter what she wants to do.

Twilight nods.

"I need to hear you say yes, Twilight. Consent is the most important part."

"I...Yes. Yes, I'd love to, Celestia."

Celestia beams, the happiest Twilight has ever seen her. Her grin could melt glaciers, Twilight can't help but think.

"So, Do you know the stoplight system, Twilight? We're gonna use Red for stop, Yellow for slow down, and Green for keep going. I'll ask you for a color regularly. Red and Yellow are our safewords, meaning they are standing in the place of 'Stop', 'No', 'Don't', or anything similar. You have to say red to get me to fully stop. Do you understand, Twilight?" Celestia speaks with absolute authority, the voice of somepony in charge, who knows that they're in charge. Twilight nods quickly, sitting up on the bed. "Oh, and Twilight? Call me Mistress, tonight, and any time you see me in the club." Twilight nods again. "And address me by voice, Twilight, every time that you can."

"Yes, M...Mistress." Twilight says, her face flushing and her ears back. Celestia smirks and hops off the bed, turning to face it. She caresses Twilight's cheek, her hoof trailing slowly down the lavender mare's neck and onto her chest, pushing her onto her back on the bed.

"Stay very still for me, Twilight. I'm going to grab some things." Celestia says as she turns around, and walks towards a lone closet on the wall farthest from the door. She disappears inside, leaving Twilight sprawled on the bed. Her tail is curled up between her legs, wings twitching anxiously. Celestia is back out before she can get too anxious though, a roll of black rope around her neck and a small, red velvet case held in her magic. "Stay still, Twilight," Celestia says as she walks up and Twilight turns to look at her. Celestia gently turns Twilight's head back towards the ceiling, sets the box down on her nightstand, and begins to tie Twilight up with practiced speed. It's a simple tie, one piece of rope keeping her forelegs against her sides and another - utilizing small metal rings on the sides of the bedframe - keeping her torso and wings down against the bed.

Twilight struggles briefly against the ropes - more to test their strength than to try and get out - and finds herself very thoroughly restrained. Her legs clench together, a sudden warmth making itself apparent. She glances over to see Celestia opening the small box with her magic, and levitating out...A large needle, or Pin, capped on one end with a small piece of plastic.

"Hearing about how naughty a filly you where gave me such awful ideas, Twilight." Celestia says, practically growling, her grin filled with malicious excitement. "Do you like pain, Twilight? Do you like seeing your sweet lavender fur blot red? I know that I will. I'm so excited to see." Twilight gulps, eyes wide, body shaking with fear and excitement. She feels warm and tingly and alive in a way she never has before.

"Can you give me a color, Twilight?" Celestia asks, running the dull end of the needle in tight circles around Twilight's bellybutton. Twilight jumps at the feeling of cold metal, but is barely able to move. Twilight nods, but after a moment of Celestia's movement not changing at all, finally remembers to speak.

"Green....Mistress." Twilight murmurs, throat tight and voice heavy.

Celestia goes to work with purpose, but in no rush. She takes the needle and brings it over to Twilight's collarbone, pinching the skin up slightly with her magic. Then, not slow but not fast, presses the pin through. Twilight jumps - as much as she can jump - and yelps with surprise. Her legs remain clenched together, her thighs grinding together slowly.

"Color?" Celestia asks.

"Green!" Twilight gasps, panting. Another needle comes out of the box, and goes into her opposite collarbone with the same precision and pace as the last.

"Color?" Celestia asks, again, and Twilight's response is the same. And like this they continue - one in each collarbone, three in one foreleg and two in the other, until Twilight's response changes.

"Yellow!" She sobs out, her cheeks and muzzle soaked with tears. Celestia smiles warmly, sets the box down, and climbs onto the bed with Twilight.

"I'm so proud of you, Twilight." She says, nuzzling Twilight's stomach. She gently pushes Twilight's thighs apart, and much less gently buries her face between them.

Twilight gasps, loudly, and barely chokes out a "Thank you Mistress!" Before she's too far gone to speak. Her legs are a crushing weight on either side of Celestia's head, trying simultaneously to pull her in and push her away. The pleasure and pain are overwhelming, small dots of blood forming around the piercings as her body thrashes against the ropes. She needs more, less, more, less, more more more. Celestia's tongue dances dizzying circles on her clit and the pleasure is so overwhelming that she can't focus on anything at all.

Twilight comes like a freight train, squirting into Celestia's mouth and in an arch above her head. A strangled screams comes from her mouth as she practically seizes against the ropes, then fades into a low groan as she falls limp into bed. Celestia is up in a flash and quickly unties the rope, careful not to jostle Twilight as she removes it all and throws it off the bed. Then she settles next to Twilight and carefully wraps a wing around her.

"Hey, Twilight, Sweetheart, are you all right?" Celestia asks, concern evident on her face. Twilight cuddles into her side, wincing as her piercings move.

"That was...Wow. Ow." Twilight says, barely able to keep her eyes open. She shifts, and again groans in pain.

"I'm glad to hear that, Twilight. I'm going to take these out now, okay? I'm gonna need you to stay very still for me, Twilight, and just let me know if you need me to stop and hold you, okay?" Celestia says, pulling a paper towel and two wrapped sanitizing towels out from her nightstand. Twilight tries to nod, but hisses as the pain from her chest catches up to her.

Celestia starts there, quickly pulling each pin out and putting them on the paper towel. Twilight winces and cries a little each time, but does not ask Celestia to stop until they're all done. "Last one, Twilight, I'm so proud of you." Celestia says, planting a kiss on Twilight's stomach as she pulls the last pin out of her foreleg. Twilight sobs in relief. "Just going to clean you off now, then we can cuddle and go to sleep, Okay Twilight?" Celestia says, kissing her tummy a few more times before opening one of the towel packets. She wipes down all of Twilight's wounds, the alcohol only stinging them a little, then tosses the used towel. She quickly opens the second one, and cleans off the pins before putting them back in the box and closing the lid.

Then they lay together, Twilight curled into Celestia's chest, and hold each other as they fall asleep. right as she drifts off, Twilight murmurs...

"Thank you, Mistress..."

Author's Note

I spent awhile googling to see if it was Lore appropriate to say 'tuesday' in this fic and couldn't find shit all about equestrian dates

So I was like. It's porn so whatever lol, I can say it's Tuesday. And then suddenly nearly the whole chapter was Feels and the porn came later, haha.

There will be more to do with the Club in the next chapter, but i wanted to go ahead and publish this now. ^-^ Let me know if you liked it, and any kinks you want to see in future chapters!

Menagerie

Twilight is busy for the next two weeks, frequent trips out of town and favors she needs to fulfil all stacking up on her. Thoughts of what happened between her and Celestia keep her mind busy constantly, however - whenever she isn't preoccupied helping somepony with a friendship problem (or some homework), she's pressing her hooves into the healed places where those needles had been, or using her sparse moments alone to daydream about all the filthy ideas she wants to try when she has the chance.

Finally, though, It's a Saturday and Twilight has nothing planned for her evening or the next morning. Spike and Starlight are even busy, leaving Twilight with no awkward explanations for where she's heading out to. She sent Celestia a letter that morning and received the go ahead to meet her at the employee entrance of the building, to try on a more fitting disguise.

'Is 'try on' appropriate for a spell? Twilight ponders as she makes her way around the back of the building, to a small closet-like door hidden in the brick. She knocks three times, then after a moment, gives it a good hard cow kick. The door opens moments later, revealing the Bartender and owner of the Masquerade. She smiles at Twilight, and even now that she knows, it still makes Twilight dizzy to look at her. The bartender seems to notice Twilight's discomfort and laughs, waving a hoof you usher her inside. "Ponies who know you too well will be very disconcerted by this spell, Twilight, but only if they both know you well and are looking closely. I can tell you look closely at everything though, which is why I knew you'd recognize me as soon as you saw me."

Twilight keeps her eyes moving while the bartender talks, looking at the high shelves of booze and the numerous large crates around the room. Her eyes pause on the several racks containing all the consent bands, right around the time the bartender pauses and turns to her.

"So, Is there anything in particular you want to look like, Twilight?" She asks, smiling. Twilight makes the mistake of glancing at her face before looking down at the floor, woozy.

"Uhh...No, honestly. You can surprise me if you'd like, Celestia." Twilight says, smiling without looking up. Instantly she's covered in a soft yellow light and filled with a warm, glowing feeling.

Twilight scrunches up her eyes, not knowing what to expect. She feels...Startlingly little, really, while she transforms. Her hooves and eyes tingle but the rest of her just feels very warm. There's a quick, sudden pain in her wings and then it's all gone - She feel's normal, for a Unicorn. She blinks her eyes open carefully, and the first things she notices are that she's a considerable bit taller, her wings are gone, and her fur is a dark wine-raspberry color. It reminds her of Fizzlepop. Twilight looks up and sees a mirror floating in front of the bartender's face, showing Twilight a stranger. Her face is roughly the same shape, slightly sharper on the angles, and her horn is longer. Her main is in the same style but is all a dark purple color. She turns to the side, and sees that she simply has no cutie mark right now, and her tail matches her mane. "Huh." She says, her voice thankfully the same. "Thank you, C-"

The bartender interrupts her, "Mistress, Twilight. Don't you go forgetting so quickly." Her voice is teasing, and Twilight catches a glimpse of a smile from behind the mirror. Twilight laughs and paws the floor sheepishly. "You'll need a stage name, also. What shall I call you while while you're here, Newcomer?" Mistress teases again, hovering the mirror down as she turns towards the far door. Twilight is grateful for that.

"I think...I think I'd like to go by Constellation."

Twilight goes back outside, slides on her eyemask, and enters through the front door. The doorman is different this time, a scrawny Pegasus stallion, and he doesn’t make any chitchat with her. Quickly, Twilight is back inside the Masquerade, and it feels...Much more welcoming this time.

A sense of understanding eases over Twilight, reminding her that nopony here will judge her, and everypony is like her in some way. She smiles, and heads further inside. Flyers are hanging all around the stage listing events and dates, and the large bold font on one of them catches her eye.

Trotting over to the stage, Twilight sees that there’s an event happening tonight - ponies are asked to stop their play between the hours of 2 and 3 AM to watch The Hypnotist in her exciting act, Menagerie. The image on the flyer is a wolf and a snake, with a shadowed shape of a pony between them.

Intrigued, Twilight quickly orders a drink and grabs a seat close to the stage. All around her, happy and sexual ponies are winding down from their playing, and coming towards the stage to settle down for the show.

Some particularly rowdy stallions take a long time to get out of the trough in the corner of the room, where they where rolling and playing in - and making a huge mess with - each other’s piss. They rinse off quickly and sit close together just next to Twilight, wrapped in thick fuzzy towels that the Bartender provided for them.

The lights dim, and Twilight feels herself grinning. She has no idea what she’s about to witness, but she’s beyond excited to be able to sit and watch.

The stage lights flare on, revealing Pegasus in full-body Latex. Only her wings, eyes, and holes are visible. From that Twilight can tell that her coat is yellow, and her eyes are cyan. She has a sudden suspicion of who this is...

The Pegasus in stage takes a which bow, and lets out a short whistle. From behind the curtain walks a wolf, looking around and eying the room hesitantly. The Hypnotist watches the wolf carefully, and cocks her head.

The moment their eyes lock, the wolf’s posture stiffens, then relaxes completely, and it walks up to her as if in a trance. She stares at it a moment longer, blows it a kiss, and turns herself so her left side is facing the crowd. She hums for a moment, sounding entirely at peace, and nods at the wolf. Her forelegs lower and her tail flags, waving back and forth in front of the canine.

It watches, entranced, and Twilight sees something red peeling out under its coat. She blushes hot as she’s suddenly flooded by understanding.

This is a little out of her court, she has to admit. She’s never thought about...whatever this is, before. Despite not being particularly aroused, curiosity gets the best of her, and Twilight leans forward in her seat, desperate to know more.

The wolf begins to mount The Hypnotist, the claws on his front paws grasping for purchase on her slick, latex body. The suit creaks as she shifts, pressing her hips back to meet the desperate thrusts of the horny wolf. His cock - much more tapered than any Stallion’s - slides in easily once it finds a hole, and he buries himself deep inside her pussy. His thrusts are like a jackhammer, quick and hard and in rapid succession. The Pegasus is holding up most of his weight on her back, and she seems perfectly happy about that - her expression is serene, more relaxed than aroused, though a steadily growing puddle of drool beneath her seems to indicate that it’s both.

Suddenly she reaches up a hood and undoes the zipper over her mouth. Once her mouth is free, she whistles again, longer this time. The curtain parts just slightly. Out comes a medium-sized snake, dark grey-brown with tan and white spotting. It slithers across the stage, only stopping once it’s in front of the mare. It looks up at her shaking form, still being rocked back and fourth by the wolf’s thrusting, and meets her eyes. They stare at each other for a long moment.

Slowly, The Hypnotist’ mouth slides open, slick with spit and leaking it down the sides of her muzzle. The snake slowly moves forward, moving its head into her mouth. She holds her head steady, her breathing even, as more and more of this snake slithers its way into her mouth and throat, until suddenly, none of it is left in the stage at all - only a pony, being mated by a wolf.

Twilight stares in open-mouthed shock. The pony and the wolf continue their rapid fucking, small and quiet moans slipping free from the Pegasus.

The wolf stills suddenly, as far in as he can go, panting loudly. The Hypnotist moans, the loudest sound from her all night, and tenses up.

Her mouth stays open after her moan, the head of the snake peeking back out from her parted lips. The rest of it soon follows, sliding down her neck and landing in a wet pile under her. She gags a little, coughs a couple times, then looks down at the snake with a warm, content smile. It seems to smile back, in what ways snakes can smile.

The wolf slips back down onto his feet, backing away from the Hypnotist. He walks dutifully back to edge of the stage, and waits just in front of where the curtain parts. The snake begins the unfurl itself, and wraps itself around the pegasus' neck, hanging loosely like a damp, scaly necklace. The Hypnotist stands up, and takes a bow - and the room erupts in cheers.

Twlight's ears flatten immediately at the sudden onslaught of noise, but she finds herself clapping along. That was the strangest thing she's ever seen - but certainly one of the most interesting, as well. She's more certain now than ever that the pegasus on the stage had been Fluttershy. Its a surprise for sure - of all her friends, Fluttershy was the one she expected to see here the least. She definitely hides this part of herself well, Twilight figures, given that none of them had seemed to catch even the slightest hint about it. Twilight hadn't, at least.

She laughs quietly as she stands and begins to make her way through the crowd, over to the bar. Her own kinks seem almost pedestrian compared to these weird, new ones she's seen. She wonders if her Mistress will know of any more odd ones they could try...

Author's Note

As always, constructive criticism welcomed. ^-^ Kink suggestions also welcomed! Last chapter was very focused on pain play/bdsm so here’s something more Out There. Hope you enjoy!

Don’t worry, if Beatiality and Vore aren’t your thing, more normal stuff upcoming, including an ageplay/mommy kink chapter and a collar, pet play, chastity, brat taming chapter! These will mostly be Twilight watching others at the club, but feel free to make requests if you’d rather see her get in on this action!

Tell me what you think of Twilight's nerdy stage name. I couldn't think of anything else lol. I almost went with Storm, taken since she reminded herself of Fizzlepop/Tenpest, but like, it seemed out of character.

(In case anyone wants to correct me on how knotting works. I know. I am Aware. But horse vaginas are fucking huge and the head of a horse's dick gets comparatively bigger than the knot of a dog dick and slips out just fine. So I'm certain that the act of knotting simply wouldn't work.)

Anyway, Peace Y'all, till next time