Reversed Paradise

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Journal Log 14

As the Doctor was off keeping the Arar distracted, Stern, Derpy, and I were given a full explanation of what was going on and what needed to be done. From what Tablature told us, the fugitive had stolen valuable information on the Arar’s planetary defense of their homeworld, so, for a xenophobic race like them, this was a matter of dire consequences. They needed to know what was stolen in order to determine what defensive systems needed to be changed. Luckily, as long as the fugitive is on this planet and a strict control of communication is kept, the Arar sees the situation being contained.

So we do have time on our side

As for this fugitive, we actually know who he is, well who he was. This Nguruvilu male goes by the name of Hushed Stream. From the photo, he looked like a fox, except for the face and the sides of his body were scaled like a snake. He also had eyes like a snake, three eyes to be exact, and two tails. I don’t think I’ll ever get used to how absurd some of these aliens can be, although I should keep in mind something the Doctor once told me. The more alien their appearance might be to me, then the more likely my own is to them. I must admit, that is a fair assessment and something to keep in mind.

Unfortunately, we had no photos of what Hushed looks like as a female, and there was no records to when or how he snuck onto this world.

The information also only got worse, as the mirage pony mare Tablature then explained to us, Hushed is likely behind on the increased magical radiation on the planet that’s responsible for the gander change we all have to deal with. It seems that this radiation at higher levels can cause a pony to become more irrational and emotional, but nothing to any extreme. Tablature theorised that Hushed is planning to extend the time one stays as the opposite gender, then use that cover identity to slip past the Arar’s security defenses.

I asked how long this change could last if overexposed to the radiation, and Tablature told us between a few months to several years.

I balked at that news. Nopony liked the sound of that. At least now I know what has been causing some of my irrational behavior lately.

We were given a plan. As from what Horizons have already investigated, there are three hotspots in the city where the radiation is higher than normal. Tablature suggests that Hushed has tampered with the radiation control generators to cause this to happen somewhere in those areas. Tablature also thinks that the generators are likely remote triggered, so that if Hushed finds out that we're dismantling his plan, then he can turn the other two up and slink away. This means that we need to disable the three generators stealthily before we even get close to Hush.

I, of course, asked why he doesn't trigger it now. The answer was simple; if he did, then Horizons will be forced to drop any illusion of safety in front of the guests and hunt him down before the Arar do. The peaceful image this world has would be crushed by its own protectors, and both Horizons and the world of Aphrodite would suffer from a loss in confidence from the rest of the galaxy.

The inevitable question of what the Arar would do came up, and it was explained that they care little about the rights and decency of others not of their own, even though most Arar have no rights within their own world. What would follow an Arar invasion would be a highly invasive scanner, long overly aggressive interrogations, and the destruction of much of the city as they hunt down Hush. With speeches from all over the galaxy here on one planit, the Arar would be effectively pissig off the enter galaxy while at the same time permanently destroying the reputation of Aphrodite. All this would still not guarantee the capturing of Hush, who may be waiting for this as an opportunity, especially if the invasion devolves into chaos.

Furthermore both the Doctor and Tablature were admit that none of us, outside of self defence, get violent. We can't trot into situations where violence is necessary, nore cause mayhem to get to our goal. This world was founded on peace, and even if we were trying to help this would, they would have to step in if we caused such problems. As the doctor says “When in Rome do as the Romans do.”

And so, with time on our side, we are going to help the Doctor protect this world, and do it as quietly and carefully as possible. Let's hope this is all over quickly. This body has been feeling odd lately, and I don’t like it.

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Journal Log 15

Why! By Celestia, WHY!

It turns out that Horizons has almost no information on Hushed. They only knew about his existence when the Arar came knocking, but they also know of another Nguruvilu that knows him that's on the planet right now, but it turns out that she is just as elusive as Hushed, and she has refused to talk with any authority that has spoken to her before. They do know she likes to visit an exotic dance club once a cycle, and they also know that she tends to pick out any new dancers to give her a private show. So we got four days till she appears, and some pony needs to go in as a dancer in order to get what information out of her about Hushed.

I figured Treron would be a good candidate, but then she showed us a dance on a light pole, and is she flexible… so now I have to learn how to dance on a stripper pole as I am the only mare other than Treron.

What did I do to deserve this?

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Journal Log 16

With Treron’s instruction, I’ve been learning the art of seductive dancing. Stern, Res, Derpy, and one of Treron’s spouses have been watching me in order to cheer me on… this is so embarrassing. I figured that using some of my magic would help, but Treron strongly discouraged it, as it could backfire with how little experience I have with pole dancing.

At least everypony gave pole dancing a shot, so I was not the only one, and it did help to make me less anxious about it all. Stern was predictably clumsy. His large build even threatened to bend the pole, but he still found it fun to try. Res tried too hard in trying to be seductive. He mostly shook his rear at us. Derpy was surprisingly good at it. Well, up until he lost his grip in the middle of a spin and flew off into a pile of boxes. Treron was mesmerizing. She actually made all the spins and grinding into what was an actual dance.

She told us it was just part of her training here. Exotic dancing was part of her culture, after all. Both mares and stallions of her race frequently perform exotic dances as part of their mating rituals when taking on a new spouse or when simply having fun.

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Journal Log 17

It’s the last day of the lesson before I actually have to go out there. My hips are sore. Treron went into one native dance after another, on and off the pole. She also included stories of her first times with each of her spouses. It fell in place when she was helping us experiment, but now it feels that she has almost no filter about sex and sex related things.

But whenever Derpy was around, she… He… got uncomfortable. Treron would simply just stop and talk about something more normal, but when Derpy would leave to be with Vision, the sex talk would return. Res didn’t help. He even encouraged her to talk more about her experiences. I’m sure the two were fucking each other whenever Stern and I left to have a quickie.

I had to ask her and her odd spouses, of how much was sex part of her culture since there seemed so much her kind did that was sex related. The answer I got was “a lot” but also “As long as it doesn't bother others.” After some more probing, I came to the conclusion that the Columbi had almost absolutely no shame at all, but were overly considerate to those around them. I had a feeling that if I asked, she’d let me fuck her in the middle of this room, but if Stern felt even a little uncomfortable by it, she would say no, or take me elsewhere, or find another Columbi to help me. It seemed that those were the two main questions in the Columbi mind, “Do I want to have sex” and “Am I bothering anypony” was their typical slogans in life. it was weird, but made them oddly innocent and adorable at the same time.

This mindset would never work for ponies. Half the time we don’t even think about others when wrapped up in ourselves. The Columbi are truly alien.

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Feather looked out from behind the stage. A mare that looked a lot like a dear grinded on the pole as she seductively looked at the crowd. Both male and female creatures were enjoying the show.

“I… I don’t think I’m g… going out there.” Feather stammered.

“You will be fine,” Treron assured with a wink. “Just remember to wiggle your but whenever you’re on two hooves.”

“I could go out there,” Res offered. “They don’t seem to mind if we have a dick. Actually, they seemed to be more excited.”

Feather pointed at Res as she said, “Yes! I like that idea.”

Treron sighed. “You two should have said so four days ago. Horizons paid extra credits to get the owner of this place to let Feather onto the stage on such short notice.”

Feather let her hoof drop in defeat. “I just don’t know.”

A huff came from Stern. “That’s enough. This is partially my fault for supporting this, so let me just help you out.” He pointed at a puffy couch nearby. “Sit.”

Confused, Fetter trotted over and sat down. She expected Stern to have a cuddle with her. Stern instead stood in front of Feather while shifting his eyes.

“So we don’t have much time, and I figure you just need to be in the mood,” Stern said as he reached over with his wings and pulled down the pair of panties Feather was forced to wear, thus leaving it dangling on one of her legs.

“Wha… What are you doing-” A moan slipped from Feather’s mouth as Stern licked her cunt, playing with her clitoris. Stern had been practicing, and over the few weeks had found where Feather’s more sensitive spots were, so getting her off this way was easy enough. It helped get her in the mood whenever they wanted to fuck.

Feather’s legs clamped up around Stern as she felt pleasure run up her spine, but as she felt her climax coming, she looked up to see not just Treron and Res watching, Treron with a camera, but also several other ponies backstage watching as Feather got off. Blood rushed to Feather’s face as embarrassment overloaded. Her pleasure mixed with a sense of defeat.

With her body relaxed, Stern helped Feather get her panties back on and helped her back onto her hooves.

“Better?” Stern asked.

Feather then straightened up and huffed. “Are you mad? I mean in front… Oh never mind. Yes, I’m feeling a lot calmer now.”

There was a chuckle from the others as Feather took a deep breath and trotted to the curtains. The other dancer was about done. The music was reaching its crescendo. The dazzling lights made her sparkle.

When the music stopped, an announcer bellowed, “That was Frozen Cherry showing us her best! If you want a private show with her, you know the rules.”

This place was more than just a strip club, it was also an auction house where guests sold themselves for credits. This was just one of the many darker places in this city. It was all legal, and the dancers never had to do anything they didn’t want to, but it was clear that they didn’t advertise such places to the public. Most of the guests that ended up here were often those who spent all their money and didn’t want to just relax before going home, so Feather didn’t feel bad for the creatures dancing here. As for the customers, this did worry Feather, as she was told that their more pushy nature might request for activities most would not find desirable.

“Now we got a new mare. She’s a bit on the short side. If that’s your thing, then come on out Gusty Dusty,” the announcer yelled as Feather groaned at her new stage name and wondered how this could have happened to her life.

Trotting to the stage, she was just as unamused with her ability to trot in heels as she was with the lusty gazes she got from all the strangers. They cheered and jeered, whistling and made lewd gestures. Each of them had eyes on her, tracing her curves, molesting her with their minds. It was humiliating, yet arousing to Feather. The mixed emotions sent heat to her face.

Powering through it, Feather grabbed the pole and recited in her head what Treron had taught her. The music then blared, drowning out all the other creatures. The stage lights lit up Feather, blinding her to their presence.

It was just her and the stage.

To the music, she pulled herself up, bending, and reaching out as she slowly spun. The pole was grinding on her cunt, making her a bit wetter than before. Turning to face the edge, she arched her back on the pole for a moment, thus presenting her wet panties as she slid down. Hooking a leg and reaching out in a spin, she could feel hooves touch her own before pulling herself up, shaking her backside in beat to the music.

Then came the stripping, though Feather had few clothes on already, so when she tossed off her see-through lace dress, it revealed her in black socks, a choker, and panties. She could then hear the crowd through the music.

“Panties, panties, panties, panties, panties, panties,” they chanted.

Lost in the moment, Feather did just that. She freed herself from the restrictive undergarment. Although she normally didn’t wear clothes, she felt more exposed, naked.

The dance continued, but now with even more exaggerated motions, She exposed herself while on the pole while knowing that strangers could see her private parts. When landing, she would now stick out her rear as though inviting the strangers to mount her and even perform the spits to put on a show.

Eventually Feather was out of breath when the music faded and the lights dimmed. She could now properly see and hear the crowd. The feeling of shame returned. Feather was standing, front hooves holding the pole, her back end sticking out, tail raised, legs parted. They were looking at her exposed and wet cunt. Some of the customers were indifferent, some laughing, but Feather could see several with their dicks out, slowly stroking, hunger in their eyes. Clearly they were imagining fucking her right there.

“Now that was an inspiring performance from Gusty Dusty. If you want to get more acquainted with her, then put down the credits,” the announcer called out. Meanwhile, Feather’s heart pounded.

There was no guarantee that this plan would work. All they knew was that the target was here, and they liked to get to know the new dancers. Other than that, it was all a gamble.

There were pings all over as creatures bid on Feather. Some were nervous young adults. Some were too interested elderly. Several were the ones masturbating, but it all stopped with that of a VIP… our target!

The booth lit up and a trail of lights guided Feather as she stepped off stage. A few customers attempted to get a slap of her ass, but thankfully bouncers had appeared to stop them, as per the rules. There was no touching the dancers allowed unless given approval first.

Still, as she passed them, they all got a good look at her wet cunt, which for some, was good enough.

The private VIP booth was blocked off by a red velvet curtain. As Feather got closer, the smell of tobacco became thicker. Passing through, she got her first up-close look at a Nguruvilu. The Nguruvilu Looked just like a large fox, but with snake scales. But the picture Feather had seen didn’t completely portray how slender they were, how the scales on the side of her body shimmered in the light, how both tails were truly fluffy on the end, or the unnerving gaze of their three viper-like eyes.

“Piper Whirlpool,” the female looking Nguruvilu told Feather before taking a drag from a long smoke pipe then breathed out a cloud that suspiciously looked like a mare in a sexual pose.

“Gusty Dusty,” Feather used her stage name as she took a seat on the other side of the open booth.

Piper smiled, showing pointed teeth and a pair of long fangs. “Now you're just too adorable to be working here. A mare like you? No way you don’t have a sugar daddy.”

A fork-like tongue flicked out of Piper’s mouth as though tasting the air like a snake. “Though I do smell stallion emissions on you. So, what is it? Did your colt friend leave you pumped and dumped?”

“No… wait! What does that mean?” Feather asked in confusion.

Piper chuckled before taking another drag from her long tobacco pipe. “Never mind that, cutie pie. Now, aren't you going to give me a show?” She then shifted, the robe she was wearing. It opened up which revealed the bulge of testicles… then Feather realized that she was a he, or at least was a he on this planet.

“Ye.. yes,” Feather nervously answered.

“Good-good. Now, give me a little dance. Get me excited,” Piper requested smoothly as she hit a nearby button. Doing so turned on some dance music for the private booth.

Nodding, Feather could only clumsily imitate one of Treron’s native mating dances. It started with a little swaying. It progressed to an arch of her back and then a wiggle of her rear. Each motion became more exaggerated. Each step a little wider, a little more forceful. Each movement led the eyes to her cunt. She could feel Piper's eyes on her, gazing into her.

Getting lost in the moment, Feather had backed up. Her rear hit Piper’s leg. This snapped her out of her own trance.

Another chuckle came from Piper. Feather could see not just one, but two semi-erect, odd-shaped penises connected to Piper. They were black with and flared out in three spots. They even looked a bit like a mushroom on top.

“You really need more experience,” Piper noted, “but that’s what I love about new mares like you. You’re fresh and ready to be broken in.”

He then pointed to the seat next to him. He smiled with ill intent as he commanded, “Now sit.”

Feather had a bad feeling about this, but she needed to get whatever information out of Piper before he slips away, so she got up next to him. It was far closer to his two dicks than she liked.

“Like them?” Piper teased. “Other girls like you have, and I do too.” Piper said as he gave one of his dicks a light stroke while pressing another button in the booth.

From the floor, a table slowly rose up. From its center came a bottle with two glasses. Piper took the bottle and filled both glasses. It smelled of a strong and sweet liquor.

“Now tell me, what’s a mare like you doing here of all places? A cutie like you could easily sell herself for top credit,” Piper observed with a inquisitive eye.

Feather felt a bit insulted. “I’m not a prostitute, and I don’t have a… what do you say earlier?”

“A sugar daddy,” Piper sighed, “then you're just a nutty girl who likes strangers lusting after her.” Piper leaned in and whispered in Feather’s ear, “Or is this your colt friend's idea? He must like to watch.”

“What?! No, never…” Feather protested.

Passing her the drink, Piper laughed. “But he is here, isn't he?”

Feather nodded, having lost her composure. Sipping the drink, it was sweet as honey, but burned on it’s way down. It made Feather feel warm. Looking over at Piper, he simply sat relaxed. His glass was empty. His dicks were still out and half massed.

Taking a deep breath and swallowing her pride, Feather poured the Nguruvilu his drink then passed it to him with her magic. He gave her a slight smile. “So why are you here?” Feather asked.

Taking a sip, Piper savored the flavor. “Vacation, and a long vacation at that. Had a big hull a while back. Aphrodite is the best place to spend all your credits.” He then pointed to his crotch. “They're also fun to play with. I love to make girls like you moan, but the truth is I’d like to be here without them too.”

Feather tried to not look at Piper’s dicks, but her eyes kept being drawn to them every time he made a motion as though he wanted Feather’s attention to stay down there.

“It’s not as fun power bottoming as a male. They only have one hole, you see,” Piper explained to Feather’s shock.

“But I am willing to share the experience if you're interested. Think of it as punishment for being a naughty pony and a reward for coming this far,” He said.

“I’m… I’m not into that.” Feather retorted nervously.

Piper opened his legs a little more. Now his dicks now looked to be even more the center of attention. “At least give it a taste. I did pay for some private time.” He then downed the rest of his drink. Feather poured him another with her silver magic floating in the wine bottle.

Looking at the two members, Feather resisted, She felt disgusted with the suggestion, so she went straight for her goal. “Actually, I’m just here looking to find another Nguruvilu here on Aphrodite. I was told you might know them?”

If it worked, it worked, but if it failed, then Feather was still not going to suck this feminine male’s dicks.

Piper’s eyes lit up. “Ah! I think I know who you're looking for.” He then chuckled with a devilish grin. “Naughty girl! So you're into that.”

He reached out and pinched Feather on the cheek which smooshed her face a little. “But you don’t have the air of a pony who’s done that, so what is it? Do you want to have your last depravity before leaving to be big and bold?”

Feather didn’t know what Piper was getting at, but it was at least a response. “So you know Hushed then?”

Slouching back, Piper rolled his eyes. “Ya-ya. We’ve run as a crew a few times, not that I enjoyed it all that much. He likes to throw his dick around for being so much ‘smarter’ than everyone despite the fact that he’s actually a fucking idiot. Still, he does make a cute female. I had a lot of fun with her while she had crashed at my place last time.”

Feather raised an eyebrow. “So do you know where to find Hushed?”

He shook his head. “That was months ago. The bastard got herself a sugar daddy and a new name. I think she got addicted to taking dick and went off the deep end. So no, I can't tell you where she is exactly. Why do you need… nevermind that. If you want to know where she plays, I can tell you, but you got to do something for me first.”

Again, Piper presented her dicks, but now Feather felt backed up into a corner. She had the information she needed, but…

“Alright,” Feather huffed, “but you better tell me what I want to know.”

Taking her glass, Feather shot the strong liquor down her throat then turned her attention to Pipere’s dicks.

Getting off the seat, she started stroking them together. They quickly became hard and leaked a strong-smelling precum. When Feather went to give one of the members a lick, the taste was even more bitter than the Sterns. The smell filled her mouth and nose, making her gag for a moment.

“Savor it, little one. It can be quite addicting once you get used to it,” Feather said with a smile.

Shaking it off, Feather went back in. She stroked one dick as she sucked the other. They were pulsing at her touch. She then felt a paw on her head. It was pushing her down in order to deepthroat Piper, all while stroking her other dick off.

Warmth then filled Feather’s mouth and as she pulled back. The musky smell and taste of Piper’s cum early overwhelmed her. Unfortunately, only one of Piper’s dicks had gone soft, so Feather went in again.

Once the deed was done and both dicks were flaccid was when Feather took a deep breath. She looked Piper in the eyes as she asked, “So?”

Piper chuckled as his eyes filled with lust. “No way, little missy. If you're going to follow Hushed, then I want to feel you before going off the deep end. So show me how much you want it.”

Feather hesitated, mouth filled with his musk and his two dicks slowly becoming hard again. Without the Information, it may be a week before she would get another shot at this. The longer this takes, the more likely every creature here will suffer, and then there is a possibility of a war.

Feather also thought about the other dangers she had been in with the Doctor. She faced nightmarish monsters, dastardly villains, and an army of cybernetic ponies that would not let them be stopped. So a two dicked fox snake was hardly the worst she had dealt with, and he was not even as big as Stern.

“Fine, but I’m only doing it once,” Feather announced as she fluttered her eyes.

Getting up, she climbed onto Piper’s lap. She pressed her muzzle to his, opening for a kiss. Their tongues slapped. His forked tongue slid deep, caressing and tickling Feather's own tongue. After a prolonged moment, she could feel the two hard members press into her and sitting sideways so that they would match. One went into her pussy, and the other in her asshole. She let herself lower.

With help from Piper, the dicks slid into her, causing Feather to let out a moan with gritted teeth. Then she was pushed lower and lower, eventually swallowing up both dicks to the base.

Piper took a drag from her pipe then passed it to Feather who, while the two dicks were still inside of her, smoked the pipe, then proceeded to choke for a moment.

“Alright,” Piper decided with resolve, “since you really want that kind of fun, then I’m not going to stop you.”

He pulled out a small paper card and a pen. Writing down something on it before putting it into Feather’s back leg sock before slapping her on the ass.

“This is one of the places Hushed likes to frequent that I know of. If you want to take part, just go down there. There's probably some sort of fun going on.”

Feather bit her lip to keep control “Then I’m done here.”

Piper grind as Feather began lifting herself up but stopped as a wave of pleasure pulsed up her spine as the dicks resisted coming out.

“Feel that? That's the nice thing about my kind’s dick. Both are multi-ribbed, thus the pussies of females can't seem to want to let go of them once they're all the way in. But don’t worry. Once I cum, it will become easier for my boys to let you go,” Piper whispered seductively in Feather’s ear.

Again, Feather tried to pull herself up, but was pulled back into the dicks due to their physiology and her own psychological pleasure. It was not Stern, but it was good. Really fucking good. With each lift, she slammed back down harder, thus sending pleasure through her body as Piper's rigged dicks caressed her insides which massaged the insides of her pussy and ass.

Feather had already lost track of how long she was trying to pull herself off. All she knew was that she was having fun fucking and felt shame that it was not with Stern, but it had not stopped Feather from partaking in drinks or the smoke pipe whenever she slowed down. In Between that was Piper’s tongue in her mouth.

Then Piper gave out a long relaxed sigh as he realized, “Ya, I really needed that, cutie.” Hot fluid filled Feather’s inside, thus causing her to become dizzy for a moment as she held down her body. She took all in all of what Piper was giving to her.

Slowly, sanity came back to Feather. She pulled herself off Piper. Both dicks gave a pop as they came out of her.

“We’re done here,” Piper announced. She growled at Piper.

The Nguruvilu flicked her forked tongue and took a drag of her pipe. “Maybe.” He took out another blank card then passed it too to Feather. “But if you want me to punish you again for being such a dirty mare, this is where you can find me. Maybe bring your Stallion to watch.”

Piper then laughed. “But, for now, you should clean up your mess.”

Piper’s two dicks were a half mass. They were covered in his cum and wafting off his strong scent.

Feather had gotten some of the information, or at least a place to find and follow Hushed.

Still, she couldn’t stop looking at the two odd-shaped dicks. Eventually a thought accord to Feather. “It wouldn't hurt. Just one more.”

Taking the dicks together, she lapped up the semen off them. Then, with her mouth, began blowing Piper until he was hard. She rubbed them with her hooves. It took a minute, but the dicks began to throb with both of them together. Feather took both into her mouth and milled Piper of his cum, thus swallowing it all.

“Good girl,” Piper said as she patted Feather on the head.

It was humiliating and shameful to Feather, but yet all so arousing.

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Journal Log 18

I’m glad that I can make this journal unreadable to all that cant use atrial magic like I do. If Stern was to find out, I don’t know what she would do, or what I would do. Was it me… no it had to be that drink. Maybe I was drugged. There was no way I would even remotely find what happened good or fun.

Anyways, Stern had some questions, it was hard to ignore the stink, but I lied. I told her… Him… that I just had to give a hoof job and it was over. Stern did seem disgusted, but also understood that we had to do what had to be done.

But still, I can't help but notice that he was being very nervous with me when I had gotten back, like he was avoiding talking about something. Maybe he saw what happened and was avoiding the issue, yet why did I smell perfume all over Stern?

All that aside, we have our lead. It was some night club’s basement, but that can be saved for tomorrow. I seriously need a shower to get Piper’s musk out of my fur.

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