Relation Intersections

Chapters

Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Wip 5

Chapter 1

"Hey, you ready to go yet or what?" Rusty Nail’s voice called through the bathroom door, his tone making Whispering Wind sigh softly. The stallion didn't answer his friend yet, being more focused on his reflection in the mirror. The brown bodied pegasus looking back out at him had tired eyes, the usual vivid hue of the blue within faded from normal. His mane was a mess, and no matter how he tried to fix it, it just refused to lay right, the sandy colored strands wanting to poke up here or there at odd angles.

"You know this isn't a date, right? You don't have anyone to impress," Rusty went on, his voice sounding like he was leaning against the door. "The performers don't really care, I'm sure."

Whisper did his best to ignore Rusty's chattering, glowering at his mane as his wings tried to use feathers and comb to accomplish anything that would make the thing cooperate. He gave a brief, considering look at the mane clippers by the sink, but rejected the idea. He didn't have time, and trying to cut one's own mane was never a wise course of action, doubly so considering the kind of mood he was in. So he was stuck trying to work with the several inches of length he had.

"Unless of course you're planning to ask one of the strippers out," Rusty added, his tone turning thoughtful. "Which is a plan I totally support. Real ballsy. I got some real fancy cologne in the cabinet in there, help yourself to any of it."

Whisper groaned, tossed down the comb, and then just ruffled his wings through his mane vigorously.

"Hey, finally," Rusty said cheerfully as the door opened, giving his friend a smirk. "Ooo, stylishly messy, very retro, haven't seen that in years. You pull it off well," he declared approvingly.

"Russ, I'm not sure I'm up for this tonight," Whisper said in a tired voice, trying to look at Rusty without meeting his green eyed gaze. The earth pony had one of those naturally trustworthy faces, and an easy, charming personality to go with it that often made it hard to say no to him, especially with eye-contact. The bright white of his fur and soft blonde of his long and elegantly cut mane added to his naturally persuasive manner, giving him the air of a rich playcolt who was ready to be generous with his money.

Granted, he actually was a rich playcolt who was generous with his money, but the look had preceded the wealth by several years.

"Yeah, I know you're not, which is why we're doing this," Rusty informed Whisper, his tone serious and his smirk not at all. "You've been moping lately, and it's not good for you. You're going to get into a rut. The only thing for it is to break you out of your funk before you sink deeper in. Thus, you are going out, and having fun is mandatory. You'll hate it now, but love it later."

"Does it have to be a strip club?" Whisper asked, his tone already defeated. He knew he was going out, and he knew Rusty was probably right in his assessment of the pegasus's mood. He was dreading getting started, but if the history of their friendship was anything to go by, Rusty would have Whisper's mood well turned around by the time the night was over.

"What's wrong with a strip club?" Rusty asked, smiling knowingly. He damn well knew, but he was going to make Whisper say it, the jerk.

Whisper sighed. "Two things come to mind."

"And those are?" Rusty asked cheerfully.

"Well one, you know I get embarrassed at strip clubs," Whisper said, managing to put a little accusation in his words.

"Yup! Never seen a stallion as bashful about a public erection as you," Rusty said shamelessly, ignoring his friend's glare, and pretending not to see the slight blush. "You really need to get over it, you love mares too much to let something silly like that ruin the fun for you. But until then, we can adapt. Which is why we're going somewhere new. It'll be better, trust me."

“A new place? What new place? When did you find a new place?" Whisper demanded.

"Nope, nu uh, no spoilers," Rusty said smugly. "You'll just have to trust me. Now, the other reason?"

"Well...well I mean...you know..." Whisper floundered slightly, before just gesturing with his wings at the other pegasus in the room. The mare in question tilted her head slightly, the bright violet of her eyes regarding him curiously. She had softly rich, lush pink fur, a sky blue mane of bouncy ringlets, and a body seemingly designed to grab interest and attention. "...you really think it's a good idea to take your marefriend with you to a strip club?" Whisper finally added when neither Rusty nor Heart Song seemed to catch on to what he was trying to imply.

Rusty and Heart shared a look at Whisper's question, and then both started laughing lightly.

"...what am I missing?" Whisper asked with a weary sigh.

"Dude, it was her idea," Rusty informed Whisper, giving him a consoling pat on the shoulder. "Heck, she even found this place we're going to, and hauled me over there to check it out. It's how I know you'll love it."

"...seriously, where did you find this mare!" Whisper exclaimed, looking at Heart as if trying to force her to divulge her secrets. She just smiled sweetly back at him.

"Coffee shop," Heart replied mirthfully, her voice tinged with a Europonian accent Whisper had never quite been able to place. He grumbled slightly at her response. The pair insisted they had met by pure happenstance while waiting in line for coffee. Whisper didn't buy it, because no stallion should have that kind of dumb luck with relationships. Finding an amazing mare like Heart Song because they shared a taste for the artisanal coffee brewed only at a single local shop was just too much for Whisper to accept into his worldview.

"Right, so now that we got all that out of the way, you ready to go?" Rusty asked.

"No, but it doesn't matter anyway," Whisper sighed dramatically.

"Poor Whisper, it will be alright," Heart said reassuringly as she stepped up next to Rusty, slipping a wing casually over the stallion as she leaned against him, and causing a slight flutter of jealousy to briefly surge in Whisper. He shook it off quickly. He refused to be jealous, no matter how attractive Heart was, or how easily it seemed Rusty had hooked up with her, or how long it had been since he'd had a marefriend of his own, or even just been on a date. He wasn't jealous he insisted to himself. He was just lonely, that was all.

"Yeah, yeah okay, it'll be alright," Whisper allowed, not having the energy to argue.

"Sweet! Let's get this party rolling then!" Rusty declared.

"...Russ, how much does this place cost?" Whisper asked some twenty minutes later, as the group was walking through the front doors of an ultra-modern, supremely clean building in one of the richer areas of the city. There had been no signage on the front, and the bouncers were all sharply dressed, immaculate individuals that really only had size in common with what Whisper was used to seeing from those in the profession. Absolutely nothing about the building or staff did anything to suggest it was a place for mares to get on stage and dance lewdly.

Rusty shrugged with an unconcerned "I dunno," barely bothering to enunciate the words and more just humming the shape of the sounds. "They threw some numbers at me when I set my account up, but I didn't really pay attention to the amount, which I think just impressed upon them that I was exactly the kind of customer they love to have."

"Dammit Rusty, do you have to pick the most expensive places in the city every time?" Whisper asked with a sigh.

"Relax, I'm paying, don't worry about it," Rusty replied casually as they were greeted by a rather attractive and quite exquisitely dressed mare. Normally she would have been worth a few seconds of discreet ogling and an effort not to drool, but Whisper was just too focused on his friend at the moment, and barely even noticed her or her words as more than background.

"Dude come on, you've been paying for everything lately. I can pull my own weight," Whisper complained.

"I know you can, but you don't need to," Rusty said casually. "You're my best friend, what's money matter next to that? Now come on, we're here to have fun, don't make me embarrass you into enjoying yourself.”

"Embarrass me?" Whisper asked, giving the earther a sideways glance as they were lead down a richly appointed hallway of softly muted hues, richly plush carpeting, and artistically pricey decor. "What are you on about?"

"Alright, fine, fine, let's do this now and just get it out of the way," Rusty said, coming to a stop and turning to face Whisper. Their escort paused a few paces ahead of them, eyeing the pair curiously but seemingly ready to wait with infinite patience. Whisper cocked an eyebrow at his friend, before glancing at Heart, who just shrugged casually, waiting to see what was going to happen with a kind of amused interest.

"...and what is it we are doing?" Whisper asked Rusty.

"Whisper, my bro, my old friend, do you remember when we first moved in together?" Rusty began, his tone having gone dramatic, in the most hamtastic kind of way. "You remember that shitty apartment we could both barely afford, when we were young and stupid and poor? And do you remember, friend of friends, when I lost my job, and couldn't afford even the pittance that was my half of the rent?"

"Oh son-of-a..." Whisper groaned as he saw the direction his friend was heading, but Rusty kept speaking right on over his words.

"My family was no help at all. My dad sure wasn't about to part with any of his 'hard earned' money, especially with my mom sucking his bank account for all it was worth after their divorce. And my mom, well she was too busy drinking what money wasn't going to her lawyer. As for my brother...well...the less said about my brother, the better..." he said in the tone of an old, well worn joke.

"Rusty, please, stop..." Whisper pleaded, the stallion's grandstanding speech starting to attract some attention.

"But then there was you," Rusty continued implacably, putting a hoof on Whisper's shoulder. "You, my roomy, who I had known but for a short four months. Rather than doing the sensible and expected thing and just kicking my broke flank out and replacing me with someone less pathetic, you sir, decided to help me out. You started working double shifts, you paid for the whole rent, and the groceries, and other little things that you could while I struggled to find employment. And then you even helped me find a new job, unlike my dad, who wouldn't hook me up because he didn't think I had what it took to do manual labor 'like a real stallion' such as him. And my mom was too busy getting sloshed, unable to pull herself out of her bottle to lend a hoof. As for my brother...well...the less said about my brother, the better..."

"You're making a scene," Whisper said desperately, feeling his face starting to flush. It was so unfair, Rusty was the one making a spectacle of himself, but he was immune to shame. Whisper, by contrast, really was not comfortable with all the attention, even by proxy.

"You believed in me, and told me so," Rusty plowed on. "You gave me the push I needed to really work hard, to apply myself, and when the opportunity arose for my big break, you pushed me to go for it and supported me, emotionally and financially, as I went to grab my chance. I would not be as stupidly rich as I am right now if not for you. And when I made it big, what did you do? What did you expect out of me in return? Hmm? Come on, what was it?" he prompted.

"...nothing," Whisper sighed, giving in to the inevitable.

"Exactly! Nothing! You were just happy for me and my success. You never asked me for a single bit, not even a repayment for the rent money. Unlike my dad, who thought I owed him for 'raising me right'. Or my mom, as she drunk herself into debt and expected me to bail her out so she could then continue drinking herself into the grave. Or my brother...well...the less..."

"...said about you brother, the better," Whisper cut in, earning himself a grin from Rusty.

"So my point is, you are my friend. My best friend, my bro, and I love you," he declared.

"...Russ..." Whisper complained softly, bashfully, his eyes dropping to the side.

"No, don't make this weird. I love you, and as far as I'm concerned, you have as much right to my money as I do. I do get why you want to support yourself, but come on. Don't let pride stop you from enjoying what I'm freely offering you. I just want to spend time with you and have a blast doing so. So no more complaining about me paying for you, alright?"

"...I promise nothing," Whisper declared stubbornly, though his heart wasn't really in the effort, and he could feel Rusty's smirk.

"Good enough," the earther said, before turning to glance at the audience they had attracted. "Alright ponies, show's over, thank you all," he said brightly, waving.

Thankfully, it only took a few minutes after that for their escort to get them somewhere private, where Whisper could hopefully recover from his brush with nearly terminal embarrassment in peace. The room that they were left in was odd, and really had the stallion questioning just what sort of strip club, or gentlestallion's club he supposed, given the upscale nature of the place, the establishment really was. The space was of a comfortable size for the three of them, if a bit cozy. There was some plush bench seating on the back wall, just to the side of the door, but the other three walls were mirrored, floor to ceiling. The lighting was dim, just barely bright enough to let one navigate the space without running into anything. Though the only other thing in the room one could run into was the small drinks table, which Rusty saw to filling, placing a hefty order with the service mare that dropped by while they were getting settled.

"Okay, I confess, I don't get it," Whisper said as he eyed the room. "How is this supposed to work? I mean, I guess they could bring the dancers in here, but there's hardly enough room just for us as it is."

"Well now, if you really must know," Heart said brightly, flashing him an adorably playful smile. "You'll just have wait and find out," she finished teasingly.

"...you are picking up bad habits from him," Whisper accused with a jerk of his head at Rusty, who did his best to look innocent, and failed utterly. "He is rubbing off on you and shut up I just heard it," he added quickly as his friend started chuckling in an inappropriate manner. Even worse, Heart giggled as well at the dirty bit of word play he had accidentally made, and that just made Whisper blush.

"Right, I'm going to hit the restroom now, before the fun starts," Rusty declared as he turned back for the door. "Heart honey, make sure Whisper doesn't try to make a break for it while I'm gone. Sit on him if you have to," he said jokingly as he left, leaving Whisper with a uneasy sense of awkwardness as he was left alone with his best friend’s super attractive marefriend, in a dark and cozy room, with some rather evocative images getting planted in his mind from those parting words.

"Are you doing well?" Heart asked as the door shut, giving Whisper a grin that managed to be both amused and sympathetic. "I must confess, your friendship with Rusty greatly amuses me. You are so close, and yet he seems to delight in annoying you, and you in being annoyed by him."

"I'm fine," Whisper sighed, flopping down on the far end of the bench seating and leaning back into the soft, supple material of the padding. Much as he hated to admit it, even to himself, there were definitely some benefits to letting Rusty pay for things. "And someone has to put up with the guy, right?" he added, not sure how else to address her observation of their friendship.

"I suppose, though I rarely see a need to 'put up with him' as you say," Heart said mirthfully as she came over and sat down right next to him, making Whisper blink uncertainly. She had the entire bench to sit on, and yet she had picked the spot immediately next to him, close enough that he had felt the air wash from her wings against his own as she settled in. He felt an unwelcome sense of anxiety knot up his stomach at her proximity. She really was beautiful, and had such an outgoing, inviting personalty. She was attractive on several levels to Whisper, and being alone with her bothered him for that. She was his friend's marefriend, but certain parts of his mind, especially his imagination, still insisted on having definite ideas towards her. Ideas that felt like a betrayal of his friendship.

"Yeah, Celestia only knows why, but you actually seem to find him entirely amusing and not even a little annoying," Whisper noted with a small, nervous smile.

Heart shrugged, the motion causing a few of her primaries to brush gently against Whisper's wing, and it was all he could do to stop the gasp that tried to escape him as that gentle caress sent a tingle up through him. "He is funny. And he is kind and generous to me without wanting anything in return but my company. He treats me differently than most."

"He is a different kind of stallion, I do have to give him that," Whisper allowed.

"I believe you enjoy that about him, as do I," Heart said with a knowing little smile. "You react with annoyance at his antics, but I think you are putting on a show, at least in part. Is it so hard for stallions to allow themselves to just be open and close with their friends?"

"I...well...yeah, normally it is, I guess," Whisper floundered a bit.

"And yet you see no issue with being aroused in his company?" Heart asked.

"Wh-what? What does...huh?" Whisper replied, caught off guard.

"Well, that is the point of coming to a place like this, yes?" Heart pointed out mirthfully, her eyes shining in the dim light as she regarded him. "To watch attractive ponies being sexual for one's enjoyment, and to feel the thrill of one's own sexual excitement at the display. And perhaps, excitement to imagine being able to enjoy more than just watching?" she suggested, leaning in a little to give Whisper a playful grin, purple eyes sparkling as she regarded his face as if looking to find something telling there.

"I...well...I mean...yeah, I suppose that is...I can't really argue..." Whisper struggled, leaning back a little.

"It seems to me that wanting to go somewhere with a friend and become sexually aroused in their company speaks to a certain degree of closeness, one that most stallions tend to reject admitting to, even to themselves," Heart went on.

"...I'm not sure how to even respond to that analysis of going to check out hot mares with a friend," Whisper admitted.

"And what about me?" Heart asked.

"Umm...what about you, exactly?" Whisper asked uncertainly in return.

"You will be comfortable being aroused around me? And with me being turned on while around you?" Heart asked, and Whisper really, really had to work not to pay attention to just how close she really was at the moment. Such simple words to send his heart racing like it suddenly was, and to send a tingling numbness through his limbs as he tried to deal with the surging emotions as his thoughts clashed in his head.

"I hadn't really thought about that, actually," Whisper admitted, feeling foolish, and nervous, and excited in an anxious manner. "I kind of feel like I ought to ask if you'll be comfortable with me being here, but somehow I think I can just assume you're going to be fine with it."

"If it bothers you, I will strive not to notice your eventual erection," Heart said kindly, making Whisper just blush all the worse, until he had to cover his face with a wing.

"Thank you, appreciate it," he said weakly, and then pretended that the mare had successfully swallowed the giggle she tried, and failed, to hold back.

"Do I need to offer to show you mine if you end up showing me yours?" Heart asked playfully, and laughed as Whisper sank further down into the seat with a groan.

"You're as bad as Rusty is," the stallion complained, working very hard to steer his mind away from any thoughts of trying to teasingly take her up on that offer in some misguided hope that she might actually follow through. It was wrong, he was wrong for thinking it, and it would never ever work regardless. He couldn't even bring himself to glance at her flank without feeling a little guilty about it. So he tried hard not to, and he felt certain his diligence in that regard had cost him several opportunities in which to have ogled her while her tail had been out of position to safeguard her modesty. Although at the moment, how much modesty she actually possessed was sorely in question.

"Oh! Are we talking about me?" Rusty asked with an eagerly playful tone as he stepped back into the room.

"In a round about manner, I think so," Heart replied, tossing a wing around the stallion as he plopped down next to her, a move that left Whisper feeling a little uneasy. He had for some reason been expecting Heart to shift over and let Rusty sit next to him, not to have the three of them end up with her sandwiched between the two stallions. He had been hoping to have a little distance from her, so that when he had the inevitable reactions he was likely to have towards the show, he would have had even that little bit of space to try and hide himself from her. Especially now that she had brought attention to the idea of getting an erection in her presence.

"Hey, if it's about me even just by proxy, I'll take it," Rusty said brightly, hooking a leg around Heart's waist and pulling her in nice and close as the lighting in the room dimmed even further, and a shimmer ran through the mirrored surfaces of the walls. "And looks like I made it back just in time."

As the shimmer of magic washed over them, the mirrors lost their reflective qualities, and Whisper saw that there were stages behind each wall. Each stage already held ponies waiting at the ready, though they weren't what he had been expecting. For one thing, no one was wearing any clothing, which really was most of the point of a strip show. Being naked was the natural and normal state of a pony. It was adding in clothing to hide that nakedness, and then slowly and sensually removing said clothes to gradually and teasingly reveal the forms beneath that gave the dance its provocative flair, that gave the sexual appeal to a strip show. Starting out naked gave one nothing to wonder about or look forward to.

The other thing that immediately jumped out at Whisper was the fact that they weren't all mares. Not that this was something that bothered him exactly, and having some stallion dancers might explain why Heart was so keen on the place, but it really wasn't something he was used to seeing. Overall, he couldn't shake the feeling that the rug was about to be pulled out from under his expectations even further, a feeling enhanced by the mischievous little glance Rusty shot his way.

Whisper tried to ignore his friend's amusement, and instead focused on the three groups of ponies. He idly wondered if they were actually right there behind the glass, but suspected that there was some kind of illusion magic being employed. It would make more sense, be far more efficient if they could show the same performances to every room like this one all at once. If it was an illusion though, it was a very good one. He couldn't see any signs to give it away as such, and with the small size of the room it made it feel like the dancers were just a few feet away. The view really was quite exceptional, without any hint that the glass was even there anymore, making the presence of the performers feel very intimate within the limited confines of the room.

To the left, he could see a trio of ponies, two mares and a stallion. The unicorn mares were either twins or someone had done a damn fine job with dye and makeup to make them seem as such, both being violet colored beauties with slender and supple builds, with long and flowing manes of pink. The stallion was a burly pegasus with so much muscle it probably made it hard for him to fly, his features leaning towards the rugged side of handsome. To the right, Whisper saw the gender ratio reversed, with two stallions and a single mare. The guys were a pair of lean, athletic types with pretty boy features, one being a unicorn of orange and blue, the other an earther in greens and yellows. The mare was a petite bodied earth pony with a grey coat and bright white mane in a long braid.

Directly ahead there was only a single mare and stallion, and they shook up the pattern even more by not even being ponies. The guy was a kirin of all things, which definitely surprised Whisper. He'd heard bits and pieces about the dragon-pony people, but had never heard of any of them leaving their secluded homelands. This one was tall and slender but with sharply defined muscles, his thickly curled mane dominating his head and shoulders in a golden hue to contrast the bronze tones of his scales and tawny tan of his coat. The mare meanwhile was a zebra, the center stage apparently going for an exotic theme with the pairing. She was a lovely, full figured mare, possessing the type of curves and flow of form that really made a guy want to take a good feel of what she had to offer, the pattern of her striping helping make her figure pop all the more. Her coal black mane was thick and lustrous, a mix of free flowing strands and braided dreadlocks with wooden beads woven into the pattern.

Music started playing. It wasn't the usual fast, high energy type Whisper had come to associate with these kinds of performances, but then again, very little thus far had been what he had expected. The tune was slow and subtle, a gentle background element to the events as the performers on the three stages stepped closer to the invisible glass, until it seemed as if they were about to step right out into the room. And then they turned towards their partners, and things took another sharp turn away from Whisper's expectations.

To his left, Whisper watched as the two mares pressed up close to either side of the stallion with them, their bodies rubbing sensually against the thick muscles of the big pegasus. Their horns glowed bright in the dim lighting, the aura of their magic brushing over the stallion's wings in playful caresses that gently coaxed the limbs to unfurl. As his wings spread, the mares brought their mouths into play, kissing and nipping at the sensitive leading edges. The skin was delicate there, meant to help feel the currents of the wind, making it very responsive to such sensual play. And indeed it would not take much effort for the pair to get the stallion to respond to their attentions, his cock slipping from his sheath and growing swiftly in size and stiffness.

"...Rusty...just what kind of place have you brought me to?" Whisper asked in a pointed tone that didn't quite hide his disbelieving awe at just what kind of show they were apparently about to witness. "This is no strip club."

"No, no it is not. It is much better than some boring, run of the mill strip joint," Rusty answered smugly. "Also, remember to give Heart credit, this place was her find and her idea."

"I must confess, I was quite pleasantly surprised when I realized exactly what they were offering," Heart said brightly, really pressing herself against Rusty as she watched the right side stage, where the two stallions had moved to trap the mare between them. The earth pony drew the petite mare around to face him, while the unicorn moved behind her, putting her side on to the glass wall Whisper really wasn't certain was even there anymore. The stallion in front seized the small mare by the mane, roughly pulling her into a kiss. Behind her, the other stallion's horn flared to life, grabbing her tail in his magic and dismissively tossing it over her flank as he wasted no time leaning in to take a taste of her.

Directly ahead, the kirin and zebra seemed busy sizing each other up, the pair walking a slow circle around each other, their eyes locked in a rather intense manner. The kirin moved first to close the distance, but the mare proved swifter, stepping in a split second after he began to move and cutting him off with a sudden kiss that she had to lean up to initiate, capturing his mouth with hers intensely. He tried to respond, to press into the kiss, but she just drew him back with her as she moved nimbly, spinning them until she backed him into the glass, proving that it was in fact still there. She slipped the kiss as he gave a little start of surprise, her attentions going to his neck. She wriggled her muzzle in through the mass of his mane, the stallion giving little gasps of delight and making Whisper aware that they could hear the performers, though the music had been drowning out the softer sounds.

Whisper let his attention wander back to the first trio on his left, and found the mares still had the big stallion 'trapped' between them. They had stepped up their wing play, tongues now sliding and caressing along the limbs, making the pegasus's wings twitch, little shudders flowing through his muscles. As he watched them, the mare's magic slipped beneath the stallion, their auras engulfing his stiff erection and beginning to play up and down its sizable length, pulling a deep groan from the big pegasus.

Whisper gave a little shift in his seat as he felt his own arousal starting to climb as he watched. This was definitely better than any strip show he'd seen. The performers were all impressively attractive, even the guys had a quality to them that, although stallions didn't appeal to Whisper, these didn't do anything to detract from his enjoyment. And the closeness, whether it was illusionary or not, was enticing for the level of detail he could see even in the dim light. Add in the sense of privacy offered by the room, and he was feeling far less self-conscious about his own growing erection.

Or at least, he was feeling less self-conscious, right until Heart let out a soft, purring hum deep in her throat, the sound one of delighted approval as she continued to intently watch the two stallions ganging up on the lone mare. The sound brought Heart thoroughly back into his awareness, and he felt an intense blush flood his face as he realized he was nearly at full mast with her sitting just inches away from him. It would only take a casual glance from the corner of her eyes to give her a full look at everything he had to offer. And even as he thought it, the idea curiously just made his cock grow even stiffer.

His gaze followed Heart's back to the right side stage, the action there progressing rather swiftly. Both stallions were fully erect, and the unicorn was wasting no time in taking advantage of it as he pulled back from under the small earth pony's tail, and proceeded to mount her. His magic shone from between her legs as he adjusted himself, and then his hips pressed forward as he buried his length inside her in a single smooth stroke. The penetration drew a hearty moan from the mare, one that turned into a delighted squeal as the earther stallion in front of her pushed her head down and set his forehooves on her shoulders. He shuffled his hips forward, bringing his cock up to her face, and she eagerly opened her mouth to take his tip inside.

Ahead on the center stage, the zebra still had the kirin backed into the glass, his flanks pressed firmly against the invisible wall as she ducked down between his legs. She slipped neatly beneath him, lifting her head up to nuzzle against his sheath and balls, her tongue teasing out between her lips to flick lightly over the delicate flesh. The stallion's cock responded eagerly to the touch, the tip starting to grow out from his sheath, only to find the mare's mouth moving to intercept it. Whisper watched with fascinated awe as the mare lowered her body a bit, pressing herself up into a back bend as the kirin's shaft swelled into her waiting mouth, pulling appreciative groans from the dragon-pony. His expanding erection continued to swell passed her lips until it had filled her mouth, and then it began to expand down into her open throat, the growing bulge clearly evident along the front of her neck with her positioning.

The mare’s tail flicked lightly against the kirin’s front leg twice, and that was apparently enough of a signal for him to get started. His hips drew back as much as they could while pressed into the wall, drawing a few inches of his erection from the zebra’s mouth with a slurping suction that was easily heard over the music. He then pressed back forward, sinking his length deep into the tight confines of her throat, the bulge in her neck sliding visibly with the motion. He soon hit a steady rhythm, the mare swallowing his cock effortlessly as he facefucked her.

Whisper groaned softly as his shaft gave a needful little twitch at the sight, the desire to touch himself flaring up only to hit a brick wall of embarrassment at the idea, his gaze briefly flickering over to Heart. The mare looked fully enraptured by the show, but even still, Whisper didn't think he could bring himself to dare to try and pleasure himself discreetly with her so close. The excited flush on Heart's face, visible even in the dim light, really did not help his situation, as the lustful expression she wore just made his own desire flame higher. It was a bit of an effort to keep his peek at her brief, even if he did have such a wonderful choice of other vistas to enjoy.

He glanced left and right, checking up on the action there. The twin mares were still working the burly pegasus over with their magic, though one of them had crawled under the big stallion. Her lips were sealed tightly around the flare of his tip, sucking eagerly as both their auras traveled up and down the length of the stallion's shaft, working hard to jerk him off into her waiting mouth. Opposite them, the spit-roast of the petite mare was in full swing, the two stallions fucking the tiny earther in sync with each other, driving into her and pulling out in the same motions. Her expression was one of blissful indulgence, and even with the cock in her mouth, her moans were quite audible.

Whisper's attention however soon settled back on the center stage, the zebra mare's deep-throat action really holding his interest. She had scooted back a little, letting the kirin push himself off the wall, giving him more room to swing his hips, and he was taking full advantage of it. The zebra kept swallowing his ever increasingly hard and fast thrusts with a casual ease that was as impressive as it was thrilling to watch. It filled Whisper with a rather intense longing, a desire to wish to know such pleasure himself. He wasn't a virgin by any means, but he'd certainly never had an oral experience anything like what the zebra mare was showing off.

For a moment, his eyes shut, his imagination treating him to a little fantasy as he pictured himself in the kirin's place. He could only just imagine the sensation, the warm, wet interior of the zebra’s throat, tightly gripping his cock as it slipped back and forth, her tongue playing along the underside of his shaft. He felt his length twitch excitedly at the mental image of her starting up at him with lust in her eyes, soft sucking sounds escaping from the seal of her lips against his skin, his flare pressing firm against the inside of her throat…

Whisper gave a little gasp as he felt his tip actually flaring, a tingle of pure desire born pleasure buzzing up his length, and for a horrified second he feared he was about to spontaneously orgasm. He clenched down hard in his abdomen, fighting the feeling down until it thankfully passed, and wondered just what in the world that had been. He'd never gotten so rapidly worked up before, and certainly never almost cum unstimulated. He glanced nervously sideways at Heart and Rusty, anxiety spiking at the idea that either might have seen and realized. The pair was paying him absolutely no mind however, the show holding their attention firmly.

Whisper was about to return to watching the activities, when his attention was grabbed by the way Heart was leaning against Rusty. The wing nearest Whisper was spread open in what could have been a casual manner, but which did an excellent job of hiding both her and Rusty’s lap from view. And maybe it was just the dim light playing tricks on his eyes, but Whisper could have sworn he could see the mare’s shoulder shifting in tiny motions, as if her foreleg was slowly moving back and forth. His breath caught at the idea that the Heart might be busy pleasuring herself, or Rusty, right there beside him. It was a weird, awkward, yet thrillingly enticing notion, though for the life of him he couldn't imagine why it excited him just as much as it filled him with awkward anxiety. What would he even say if they saw him staring, if he caught them fooling around like that practically right where he could watch?

He jerked his eyes away, his gaze flicking around a little frantically. The twin mares were doubling down on trying to get the big stallion off, their auras producing a near strobe effect with the speed in which they were flashing back and forth along his cock. The mare sucking on his length had him jammed into her mouth up to his medial ring, and the other had slipped in behind him, her tongue playing along his balls. The stallion was breathing heavy, his eyes shut in concentration as he fought to hold out, though his shaft was twitching visibly.

Across from them, the two stallions were still rutting the small mare roughly, until she gave a shuddering squeal around the dick in her mouth, waves of tension running along her body as being so thoroughly used sent her over the edge. She had to pull back from the stallion in front of her, freeing her mouth to moan and whine piteously as the unicorn stallion continued to fuck her savagely. His magic took hold of her mane, jerking her head back, and then he shoved her mouth back onto the other stallion's shaft, making her gag, and yet just moan all the harder as another obvious orgasm rocked her.

Neither scene exactly did much to help Whisper with the increasingly growing and insistent tension from his own excitement and arousal. This was definitely much more than he was used to, between the performer's hardcore acts and the possibility of Heart and Rusty fooling around, Whisper was really feeling over-stimulated, even if he hadn't even touched himself yet. He needed some relief, and needed it now...and came to the horrifying realization that in order to get to the door, he would have to walk in front of Heart and Rusty.

He glanced over his shoulder discreetly, just to double check, but found that the seats were indeed set right up against the back wall. And the door was on the other side of the bench from where he had picked to sit. His gaze fell on Heart again, and he felt much more certain that her forehoof was definitely busy, though it was still impossible to tell just which of them she was playing with. Whisper felt another little burst of pleasure run up his length, and it was even harder this time to hold back, his body screaming with the need for some kind of release. There really was nothing else for it but to cut in front of them, before he ended up making a mess right there on the floor. However awkward and embarrassing cutting in front of them might be, it would be nothing compared to the purest shame he would feel if he actually lost control of himself like that.

Whisper made a point of shifting obviously before he stood up, and took a moment more before he dared turn for the door, giving Heart plenty of time to be aware of his intentions.

"Sorry, be right back," he told the pair in a hushed, bashful tone as he hurried on by, not looking at them at all, and just praying that they might somehow not notice his erection bouncing along beneath him as he quick stepped over to the door and out into the hall. He breathed a sigh of relief and gave thanks to Celestia at finding the hallway empty. He might have died of shame to have a complete stranger catch him with a full hard-on at that moment. He also thanked himself for having noted where the bathrooms were earlier as they had been lead to their room, or viewing chamber, or whatever it might be called. Luck remained with him, and he managed to sneak his way over to the adjacent hall and into the bathroom entrance without being spotted.

The bathrooms themselves were definitely as upscale as the rest of the establishment, and Whisper suspected they had been designed with a thorough understanding that they might be used for more than the usual activities. The main room was done in bright, spotlessly white tile and marble, with midnight black stone for accent. The stalls were practically their own little sub-rooms, made of heavy wooden panels that ran floor to ceiling, and had interior dimensions that were larger than normal. As he shut himself inside one, Whisper noted that the sounds from the rest of the building died down considerably, suggesting some measure of sound dampening built into the construction.

Of course, all of that was background thought and consideration next to the aching need in his lower body, and he rather rushed to see to finding relief. It took an almost embarrassing little bit of self-pleasure to send himself over the edge, the orgasm his wing coaxed from himself rather intense. It left him a little breathless, leaving him just standing there somewhat dazed as he tried to come to terms with just how and why he had been so incredibly worked up. It wasn't like he had gone that long without pleasuring himself, and even the sex show didn't seem like it ought to have made him so aroused. Admittedly, both the twins and the zebra mare did hit a lot of his personal, sexual interests, but it wasn't like he was a stranger to porn. Though then again, seeing it live, or at least, projected such as to be indistinguishable from live...

And of course, there was also Heart and Rusty. It really wasn't fair, he had done his best to avoid fantasizing about the mare, and then she had gone and done something so lewd and provocative right there next to him. She was his best friend's marefriend, and that made her strictly off limits. Much as he appreciated her attractiveness, letting himself daydream about her just wasn't right, even besides the personal little bit of self-torment it was to entertain fantasies and hopes towards a mare he couldn't have. And at any rate, she wouldn't be interested in him anyway. Why would a mare as amazing as Heart want anything to do with someone like him?

Whisper shook his head, trying to shake the thoughts and feelings away as he flushed and left the stall. He washed up, and though the sexual tension had subsided, it hadn't gone entirely. He tried to kill time in the bathroom, waiting for his erection to fade entirely, but every time he let himself consider heading back, his imagination kicked into gear, and the scenes it fed him of what might be happening in that room, either on stage or off, would put fresh life back into his arousal.

Eventually frustration won out over embarrassment. He had probably already missed all the climatic moments of the sex show by now, and could really only hope that there would be more to come. Not wanting to miss out on anything further, Whisper hurried back, as fast as he could without seeming to hurry, slowing as he reached the door and doing his best to slip inside unnoticed. Which he actually managed rather nicely, making almost no noise and avoiding drawing any attention to himself. He knew he had succeeded in this by the way Heart didn't even pause or glance up from the blowjob she was in the middle of giving Rusty…

Chapter 2

Whispering Wind was utterly frozen, his eyes wide and staring. Heart Song had repositioned herself on the bench seating in the observation room, laying herself out on her stomach so that her head could slip under and behind Rusty Nail's forelegs and bring her mouth to his softly throbbing erection. Whisper watched with anxiety and embarrassment and no small amount of lustful interest as Heart's head bobbed up and down along the tip of Rusty's cock. The mare's wings had curled around the base of his shaft, her feathers brushing back and forth in time with the motion of her mouth, stimulating every inch of the stallion's erection. She was moaning softly, encouragingly, her eyes shining in the dim light beneath her mane.

Rusty was breathing heavily, his eyes screwed shut as his body tensed and relaxed in ever increasing waves. He reached a hoof down, stroking Heart's mane encouragingly, and the mare responded by speeding up her efforts, her lips and feathers traveling back and forth along the stallion's shaft more and more swiftly. His hips jerked in response, adding his own efforts to the motions, before he gave a sharp, gasping groan, and pressed his length as deep into Heart's mouth as she could take it. The mare moaned happily, slurping and sucking firmly at the throbbing shaft between her lips.

Whisper took a nervous step back as the sudden guilt of having just stood there and watched hit him, and he nearly screamed in startled surprise as his hoof hit the door with a minor thud. Heart's eyes snapped up, meeting his as she froze, staring at Whisper with the end of Rusty's dick still in her mouth. Her expression was one of surprise and a sheepish embarrassment. Rusty however was currently too blissed out from his orgasm to notice anything at all, for what small favor that was.

Whisper didn't stick around at that point, but quickly fled out the door and back to the bathroom, where he locked himself inside the safety and privacy of one of the fancy stalls, and tried to come to terms with the emotional fallout of having just walked in on his best friend getting sucked off. Which would have been enough for him to cope with, but then he had just stood there and watched! And then got caught doing so! And dammit it all, why was he so fucking hard again?

The stallion groaned softly at the gentle ache in his erection, the burning memory of having seen Heart and Rusty like that filling him with a desire even his guilt couldn't overwhelm. He fussed and swore and went on a mostly silent little tirade within the confines of the stall as he berated himself over it, but it didn't make him any less turned on. Finally with a muttered "Fuck it," to himself he just gave in, wrapping a wing around his shaft and closing his eyes.

It was so easy right then to imagine Heart sucking his cock, to fall into the fantasy that he hadn't ever let himself indulge in before. The image of her lovey features, those playfully beautiful eyes staring at him as she slipped his dick into her mouth. The way her lips and tongue would feel against the bare skin of his erection as her head bobbed back and forth. He brought his other wing into play, brushing the feathers against the base of his cock and over his balls, pretending it was Heart playing her wings over him as she had been with Rusty, the sensation sending a quiver of pleasure through him.

Thinking about Rusty for that brief instant sent a pang of guilt through him, but it couldn't slow him down in that moment. He wanted Heart, lusted for her in a way he couldn't just deny and bury anymore, not right now. He wanted her too much, wanted to feel her mouth on his cock, wanted to feel her body against his. He wanted to fuck her, to mount those lovely hips and just rut her until she screamed his name. His imagination brought the desire to life behind his eyes. Heart's invitingly rounded hips with his forelegs wrapped around them, the curve of her ass coming back to firmly slap against his hips each time as he slammed his cock into her over and over. The way she would look back over her shoulder at him, violet eyes full of lust and desire as he pounded away at her, moans and begging whines spilling from her open mouth.

Or maybe instead of looking at him, she would be keeping her mouth busy sucking off Rusty. The thought and the image slipped itself neatly into the fantasy, giving Whisper a brief pause, but then the idea took hold and his wing resumed stroking his cock all the more vigorously. The pleasure running through him jumped sharply at the idea of fucking Heart while she was busy blowing Rusty, the two of them sharing the mare between them. His imagination quickly grabbed hold of the memories of the two stallions and the mare from the sex show, editing himself along with Rusty and Heart into the scene.

There was a sharp burst of pleasure, and Whisper gasped softly as his second orgasm of the evening lit up his mind and body. It was even more intense than the first had been, and left him feeling somewhat light headed. By the time the feeling started to fade, he would find himself leaning against the wall of the stall, feeling drained in body and mind.

That did not last long however. As soon as his mind started to find traction again, it started to fling all manner of questions and accusations at him, a confused anxiety settling in. Just what had that even been? Lust for Heart was one thing, she was an attractive mare who hit a lot of his buttons just right. But what in the world did sharing her with Rusty have going for it that had spiked his arousal so hard? He had never had any sort of attraction towards his friend, or towards any stallion. He'd certainly never had a fantasy in which there had been any other guys besides himself in them.

Whisper stepped out of the stall feeling confused and emotionally disoriented, on top of the slowly building guilt of having given into a sexual daydream about Heart. He should not have done that. Now that he had opened that door once, it would just be all the easier to rationalize doing it again. He shouldn't be letting himself lust after her, not when he couldn't have her, and not while she was with Rusty. It was just going to make things uncomfortable and awkward whenever she was around, which she was with increasing regularity. Honestly, Whisper was surprised Rusty hadn't asked her to move in with them yet. The two of them seemed serious enough for it, and the penthouse apartment Rusty had acquired shortly after making it big had more than enough spare room for a third.

Whisper groaned at the idea as he washed up in the sink. What would he even do if Heart did move in with them, and he had to deal with her being around all the time? How could he possibly keep himself in check with that kind of temptation present constantly? Even worse, what would he do if he ever walked in on them? He wouldn't have been that worried about it before, but he had always imagined that if they were going to have sex, they would be taking sensible precautions like making sure they were alone or at least locking the door. And yet he had just walked in on them fooling around in a semi-public place. Had that been a one time thing, the excitement of the sex show getting the better of them? Or did they do this kind of thing often, and this was just the first time Whisper had caught them at it?

His train of thought, and steps, were yanked up short as he left the bathroom and found Rusty and Heart waiting in the hallway. He froze, everything locking up tight. The only thing apparently still working were his emotions, which ran rampant even as his thoughts blanked. He should say something, he should apologize, or…

“Hey, there you are,” Rusty said brightly, flashing Whisper a casual grin. “You were gone a while, I was starting to get worried about you.”

Whisper blinked, his eyes jerking between Rusty and Heart. The stallion was his normal, cheerfully relaxed self. The mare seemed calm enough, though there was something in her expression, not so much something visible but something felt. There was an awkwardness there, an acknowledgement of what he had caught her doing. And with it, a sense of certain realization that she hadn't told Rusty, that the stallion had no idea that Whisper had seen them. Which brought with it a fresh set of worries, as now Whisper had to decide if it would be worse to have to tell Rusty, or to live with keeping it a secret from him.

"I...I'm fine," Whisper replied after a brief moment, in which Heart averted her eyes. He glanced back to Rusty, and did his best to put on a nonchalant expression. "I guess I missed the end of things, huh?"

"Nah, just the end of the first act, the show's in intermission," Rusty replied easily. "You uh...going to be alright for the next part, or are you spent?" he asked, being unusually tactful, at least by his standards. It still made Whisper blush.

"I think I'd like to stay and see what else they have planned," he insisted. Awkward and uncomfortable though things had gotten, he couldn't deny that the show itself was fascinating to him. Well, he could have denied it, vehemently and at length, but Rusty would have known he was full of shit and called him on it. Bashful though he did get about sex in general, Whisper still had a strong and healthy desire for and interest in it. And in a lot of ways it helped that Rusty knew that already, which was how he had known Whisper would enjoy coming to the venue, even if Whisper would have been too shy to do so alone.

Rusty beamed happily. "Awesome, good to hear. Well if you'll excuse me a moment, I'll be right back," he said brightly, slipping into the bathroom. And once more, leaving Whisper alone with Heart, though the tension in the air between them was far more palpable, and flowed both ways this time.

"...so, I think perhaps we ought to discuss recent events?" Heart asked, her tone hopeful.

"Look, it's...I'm sorry, alright," Whisper said, feeling his face heat up.

Heart gave him a confused look. "And why is it that you are the one apologizing?" she asked curiously.

"Well...well I mean, I did kind of walk in on you and Rusty...you know...in the middle of...doing stuff. I shouldn't have watched you two, that was wrong."

The mare sighed, shaking her head softly. "Oh Whisper. You are so very sweet, I do adore that about you, but you take blame upon yourself far too readily," she told him. "You had every reason to return and to expect not to find us indulging our base desires. The only one who needs to apologize is me. I failed to take your feelings into account, failed to consider how you might feel to catch us as you did. That was selfish of me."

"...seems by that logic, it wouldn't just be you that needs to apologize," Whisper noted awkwardly.

"Yes, well, Rusty does not know we were caught," Heart confessed, giving Whisper a wan smile. "As for his culpability, I did not exactly ask permission before getting started, so perhaps you could forgive him his lapse in considering your feelings?"

Whisper hesitated a moment at that. He briefly considered just how much, or little, spare thought he might have to give to anything if a mare like Heart were to just lean on over and start blowing him. He quickly found it in his heart to forgive Rusty on the matter. "Okay, fair enough," he allowed. "And apology accepted. Still though, I'm sorry I just stood there and watched you for as long as I did."

Heart was silent for a long few seconds, her expression twitching as if giving her response very thorough consideration. "...I accept the apology, however I also feel the need to tell you that it is not required," she said. She hesitated, and then continued with the air of someone second guessing their current choice every step of the way. "While finding you there watching me was very surprising, it was...not unwelcome," she admitted, watching him very closely.

"...wh-what?" Whisper asked in a suddenly small, slightly strangled voice.

Heart shrugged slightly. "Having you watching me giving Rusty oral sex was rather thrilling, the be truthful," she went on with a small smile, even as her body language radiated bashful uncertainty. "I confess, I was actually feeling disappointed when you left so abruptly."

"...what!" Whisper nearly choked.

"Yes, I know, shameless and indecent of me," Heart sighed. "I did not even realize that I had such exhibitionist desires before now. At least, it seems to me that such a fetish would be the most likely reason for my feelings. I might have to give this newly discovered aspect of my sexuality some thought and experimentation."

"...seriously! Where. Did. Rusty. Find you!" Whisper practically wept.

Heart blinked at the outburst, before breaking out into a sudden fit of giggles. She got them under control quickly enough, her eyes shining as she beamed at him.

“I am sorry, but…coffee shop,” she replied mirthfully. “It really was just chance.”

Whisper groaned, but nodded in reluctant acceptance. “So unfair.”

“Poor Whisper. Do not fret, you will find your coffee shop mare eventually. You are kind, fun to be around, and quite attractive,” Heart assured him.

Whisper scoffed lightly. “You’re just saying that…”

“I most certainly am not,” Heart insisted with a light hoof stomp for emphasis, giving the stallion a firm look. “Under different circumstances, I would be glad to have sex with you.”

That sent Whisper for a total loop, his thought process grinding to a halt. He might have stalled out entirely, but his startled surprise turned into a rapid build up of emotional pressure behind the stall out, quickly providing a shove that forced the next few words out before he could even process them.

“You would? But why? And why would you even say that?” he demanded.

“I would. And as I said, you are attractive,” Heart assured him, stepping in close, and laying a wing softly alongside Whisper’s face. “I like you, and want you to be happy. You deserve to know that you are capable of being desired, and that the only things holding you back are your own self-doubts.”

“…oh…” Whisper said in a stunned, uncertain tone. The touch of her wing sent a thrill through him, one that turned into a tight knot of anxiety in his stomach at the feeling of intimacy in the gesture and her proximity. She was so close, and so open, it felt like he could just lean in and capture her lips with his and...

The bathroom door opened, and Whisper jerked himself back with a quick step, his head whipping around towards Rusty as the stallion returned. His heart was hammering in his chest to a nearly painful degree as panic started to sink its claws into him at what he had been thinking of doing in that moment.

"Okay, ready for round two!" Rusty declared brightly, totally and cheerfully oblivious. Whisper shot a worried look at Heart, wondering she had any notion about what he had nearly done, but her subtle smile was giving nothing away.

"We still have many minutes before the end of intermission," the mare pointed out to Rusty.

"Aw, but I'm ready now..." Rusty mocked whined, before shrugging. "Ah well, we can at least go sit down, and see how many of those drinks I ordered we can get on through. Seems a waste to let them just sit there getting warm, but damned if I didn't totally forget about them during the show." He paused, and looked thoughtfully at Whisper. "You okay there bro? You look kind of flustered."

"I...I'm...I was just...me and..." Whisper floundered.

"Oh dear, I think I might have been too forward," Heart sighed, giving both stallions an apologetic look, before turning to Rusty. "I was just trying to raise Whisper's spirits, but I may have come on too strong with my compliments of his positive qualities." She paused, then elaborated as Rusty raised an eyebrow at her. "I told him he was attractive enough to have sex with?" she added with a sheepish quality to her tone.

Rusty blinked at that, and then snorted out a bit of dry laughter. "Okay, yeah, that might have been a bit much for him to hear coming from you," he allowed with a sympathetic grin at Whisper. He pursed his lips thoughtfully. "Well if it helps any, if I was gay, I'd totally have sex with him too."

"...Russ! The fuck dude?" Whisper exclaimed, before groaning as the other stallion burst out laughing. "Dammit Rusty, why would you put those thoughts in my head?"

"Hey, I said 'if'. Come on now, don't make it weird," Rusty laughed.

"Oh, I'm the one making it weird?" Whisper demanded, and was annoyed to find himself having to fight his own mouth to not smile.

"Totally weird. What, if you were gay, you wouldn't sleep with me? I thought we were close bro," Rusty teased.

"Why do you do things like this to me?" Whisper asked, unable to stop the corners of his lips from curling up.

"Because someone has to knock that destructive self-doubt out of you when you forget how cool you are, which is often. Now come on, lets get some drinks down and then watch some more of hot ponies fucking," Rusty insisted, giving Whisper a little push to get him moving.

The rest of the evening, somehow, managed to go much more smoothly. For starters, Heart took the far end seat, putting Rusty in the middle of the group and leaving Whisper feeling much more comfortable with their spacing. The drinks turned out to be very good, and a bit of alcohol went a long way towards easing the tension of his emotions. He didn't get more than buzzed, but it was enough to help him loosen up, stop fretting so much, and just enjoy the show. Which he very much did. Having blown his load twice already certainly helped there, letting him enjoy being enthused and aroused at the sexual entertainment without ending up uncomfortably turned on and in desperate need for relief.

He still had ended up needing to stop by the bathroom again before they left, but he had been in too good a mood by then to be more than a little embarrassed by it. Between three orgasms, the booze, and the emotional roller-coaster the night had been, Whisper had been exhausted by the time the trio had stumbled back to the penthouse. The elevator ride up had seemed unnaturally long, though that might have had something to do with Rusty and Heart, both of whom were rather more sloshed than he was, starting to make out in the corner. He had been too tired to really care beyond watching them go at it for a bit, before doing his best to ignore the pair in favor of focusing on staying awake and upright. From there he had managed to stumble his way through the shared dwelling to his room, and then promptly passed out.

It felt like just an instant later when he was pulled halfway out of sleep, the shifting of the mattress under him bringing Whisper into a hazy in-between of not quite sleep, not quite full wakefulness. He felt a soft, warm presence press up against him, gentle curves flowing over his chest, pressing his back down deeper into the bedding. Hot breath washed over his face as he tried to focus his thoughts. His eyes didn't want to open properly, and his effort to speak produced only a few, incoherent noises. And then soft lips met his in a gentle kiss that still sent a jolt of sensation through him, a pleasure that only left him more addled.

He felt feathers brush his face, a pair of wings that cupped his cheeks and held his head as that mouth kissed him with ever increasing need. The wonderfully feminine form slid more fully on top of him, rubbing across his body in a way to maximize contact, feeling him over thoroughly with her own figure. A tongue slid into his mouth as the kiss deepened, electric tingles of needful pleasure flowing through him.

Whisper groaned into the kiss as he felt a hot, wetly slick softness press against his rapidly swelling erection. His hips jerked, pushing himself needfully against that wonderfully welcoming sensation. The mare on top of him moaned gently, her body shifting, and he gave a shudder of delight as he felt his shaft engulfed by the heat and wetness of her. His cock throbbed happily as he pressed his hips up, sinking himself fully into the pleasurable embrace.

The kiss broke as the the mare sat back, her hooves settling his chest. Whisper’s eyes opened fuzzily, struggling to focus through the weight of his exhaustion. The mare’s hips stirred, sharp bursts of sexual pleasure rocketing through him from the sensation and further sapping what little strength he had in his incoherent, half waking state. It took a lustful moan from the mare, her tone tugging at him with familiarity, to finally divert enough effort and attention from the pleasurable feelings to allow him to force his eyes to open fully and focus.

Heart stared down at Whisper, her violet eyes full of heated lust. Her face was flushed, with desire or drink or both, he couldn’t say. He didn’t have the spare mental facilities to think or consider, only to feel and enjoy. Enjoy watching the way Heart stared at him with longing, the way the curls of her mane bounced as she rode his cock, the way she gasped and moaned softly as his length plunged in and out of her pussy. He could feel the liquid heat of her excitement and desire running down his shaft and dripping onto his balls.

Heart’s back arched, her wings slowly unfurling wider and wider, softly beating the air in time with the bounce of her hips. Her insides squeezed down tight around Whisper’s shaft, his tip flaring in response, trying to push back against the pressure as the pleasure started to peak for both of them. Heart’s head tipped back, her wings stretching wide as she slammed her hips down on his, taking all of his length deeply inside her. Her voice rose in a full throated cry of orgasmic delight.

“OH RUSTY!”

Whisper jerked awake with a start, eyes flashing open as his breath caught in his throat. He coughed, his chest knotted up tight as something inside him seemed to be squeezing his organs together. He coughed again, drawing a shaky breath, the pressure inside him only loosening slightly, reluctantly letting him catch his breath.

“…oh for fuck’s sake,” he groaned in outraged frustration, mentally berating himself. He rolled over, and grumbled as he felt his erection flop onto the mattress. He glowered down at his hard-on. “Dammit, haven't you had enough for one night?” he wheezed angrily at his dick.

He tried to just go back to sleep, but the image of Heart riding him filled his vision the instant his eyes closed, and his cock gave a fitful throb. It ached, though more from use at this point instead of need, but all the same, there was an insistent quality to the feeling that suggested trying to ignore the issue wasn't going to work out any time soon. With a few choice curses, Whisper rolled out of bed and plodded towards the bathroom wearily, just wanting to get this done with and go back to bed.

He paused in the hallway as something clattered on the floor from the living room. He sighed, not really thinking, just reacting as he turned for the doorway, stepping out into the expansive room. It was glass roofed, with hardwood floors and pillars. The furniture was all plush and oversized, built for comfort, with large easy chairs that could readily accommodate two, and a sofa big enough for eight. At the moment though the oversized couch only had to accommodate a pair of individuals, which gave the two of them plenty of spare room to fuck.

Rusty had Heart pinned down on her back as he covered her with his body, the stallion's hips pistoning up and down between the mare’s rear legs in a slow but steady rhythm. He drove deep into her with each thrust, and pulled almost completely out of her on each back-stroke. Their limbs were entwined around each other tightly, their bodies sliding and rubbing together with the motion of their intercourse. Rusty's head was tucked in near the mare's shoulder, between her head and the back of the couch, totally cutting off his view of the rest of the room. Heart however...

The mare's eyes widened as she caught sight of Whisper stepping into the room, and a range of emotions played over her features as he came to a startled halt. There was a brief flash of embarrassment, along with something guilty and apologetic. And yet as he stared at the fornicating couple, Whisper saw Heart's cheeks blossom into a full and lustful blush, the mare biting her lip as she stared back at him. Her gaze dropped between his legs, and her eyes traveled with interest and actual longing across the length of his erection. That look of hers lit a fire in Whisper's stomach, part needful desire and part gut clenching alarm.

He started to back up, trying to leave silently before Rusty noticed he was there. He froze however as Heart's gaze snapped back up to his face with a guilty yet pleading expression, and her lips mouthed a single word, "Stay."

Whisper couldn't help but obey. He was too caught off guard, too startled, and too damned turned on to do anything but stand there and stare. To keep watching as Heart was slowly and deeply fucked. She stared back at him, violet eyes bright with lust, holding his gaze in part, though her eyes kept dropping to his stiff hardness, until he could practically feel her attentions running along its length. It ached, from use still yes, but now also from the building desire. He couldn't help himself, he couldn't just stand there and watch and leave it be. His legs felt numb and tingling from nerves and shame, but none of that stopped him from reaching a wing down, and starting to stroke his feathers softly along his shaft.

Heart gave a sharp, shuddering moan as she watched him touch himself. Her eyes flashed with a wicked delight, her hold on Rusty tightening even as she wrapped a wing around the back of his head. "Oh fuck yes, more," she pleaded, her mouth moaning the words into Rusty's ear, though her gaze remained locked on Whisper a she spoke. Both stallions responded to the request, Rusty's pace picking up speed, while Whisper's grip on his shaft tightened, his wing jerking back and forth more vigorously.

This was so wrong. It was so very, very wrong, but it was also so amazingly hot. His cock was already throbbing with mounting pleasure, and Heart's moans were growing in pitch and volume. "Yes, that's so good, you're making me feel so good," she whined, her gaze hungrily devouring the image of Whisper jerking off to her getting rutted.

Whisper gave a fitful little shudder at the look, at the desire there, her expression bringing back her words from earlier. His mind went over them again and again, about how she would have been willing, in different circumstances, to have sex with him. To let him fuck her like Rusty was now, to take his cock deep inside her. But for a different chance encounter, that could have been him rutting her now, knowing the wonderful pleasure of her body, getting the sate his lust with her pussy instead of with his own wing

"I'm so close, I'm getting so close," Heart gasped, her legs hooking around behind Rusty's hips. "Give it to me. I want it, cum for me, I want you to cum because of me, please," she begged, her eyes locked on Whisper's so intently he couldn't have looked away if he tried. Rusty's pace quickly sped up, hammering himself into her over and over and over in rapid succession, before he slammed into her with a final groaning cry. His hips ground hard into Heart's, little spastic muscle twitches running through him as he emptied his balls into her.

Whisper bit down hard over the gasp that tried to crawl up his throat at Heart's words, the request making his pleasure spike so suddenly it caught him off guard, and he only barely just managed to cup his wing over the end of his cock before he would have spilled out all over the floor. The orgasm soaked his feathers and made him feel dizzy from its intensity, leaving him swaying slightly. He was briefly alarmed that Rusty might hear his heavy, gasping breathing, but then Heart let out a moaning crying of purest orgasmic delight. Her body shook and writhed under Rusty, her eyes rolling back in her head as the pleasure took her.

Whisper watched Heart getting off for a moment, before a burst of sudden fearful anxiety sent him scurrying back into the hall. That had been...it had been so much he could barely consider it all! It had been wrong, and risky, and shameful. To stand there and watch would have been one thing, but to jerk himself off as well. What in the world had possessed him to do that? Sure he had been horny and Heart was hot, but those were hardly excuses for doing something like that effectively behind Rusty's back. The shame and the guilt crushed down on him as he stumbled into the bathroom, locking the door and leaning up against it for support.

Just how was he going to face his friend after this? How was he going to face Heart? This had crossed a line, so much more than just accidentally walking in on them back at the club. He couldn't possibly keep this a secret without it eating away at him. But the mere idea of trying to confess something like this to Rusty made him ready to throw up with nerves.

He clambered into the shower, turning on the water and letting it wash over him without even waiting for it to warm up first, the cold spray not even fazing him in his state. Instead his mind just kept spitting the same question at him over and over again as he washed up in a nearly compulsive fashion, as if trying to get the sense of wrongness to come off with the soap and water.

What was he going to do now...?

Chapter 3

The following morning Whispering Wind left the apartment early. After the incident in the living room with Heart Song, his mounting exhaustion had forced him back to bed, where he had passed out for a few hours. Once he had claimed just enough sleep for his troubled mind to start dwelling on his conflicting thoughts and feelings however, he had been yanked back awake shortly before dawn. He just had not had it in him to face Heart or Rusty Nail, not so soon after what had happened. He dreaded whatever Heart might have had to say to him about events, and nearly went into a full blown panic attack just thinking about trying to broach the subject with Rusty over his guilt-ridden need to apologize. So he avoided them, and thus the issue, by just not being there.

Instead he went flying. Being a pegasus, it was something that came naturally, using his wings to escape into the sky and just leave all earthly issues and worries far behind. Once he got high enough, everything else just seemed so small, and far away, with nothing but the great expanse of the sky above and the indistinct pattern of the ground below. It was easy to let the wind sweep away thought and worry, and for a time he just flew aimlessly. He made a brief stop for some food at a take out place when he got hungry enough for it to intrude even through his zen state of unthinking flight, and he practically inhaled the greasy breakfast sandwich and the cheap, mass brewed coffee he ordered. They sat like a brick in his stomach as he took back to the sky, but did little to distract him.

Some hours later though, Whisper found himself slowly spiraling back down towards the city. Flight might be a pegasus's natural birthright, but endurance at it still required practice and training. He wasn't out of shape, but he wasn't an athlete by any stretch of the word. He worked a desk job, and most of his time off work was spent hanging out with Rusty. Sometimes they did activities that might qualify to a loose definition of ‘sport’, but neither of them was very competitive, and so they rarely pushed themselves hard. His slender figure was much more a factor of a high metabolism and a natural inclination to eat light than it was any effort at exercise, and by the time the sun was passing its apex, his wings were telling him they were ready to call it quits.

So he landed, giving a little sigh of relief as the building ache in his flight muscles turned into a soft burning. And then he started walking. He was in no way ready to head home and face Heart and Rusty. So he wandered rather randomly through the city streets for another few hours, picking up lunch along the way. His stomach revolted at his first few inclinations of fast food joints, still unhappy with the breakfast sandwich. He finally managed to appease it with a 'health smoothie' that, supposedly, was scientifically formulated to contain all the essential nutrients and the exacting calorie demands of a pegasus stallion like him. At least if the mare running the food cart that sold it to him was to be believed. Whisper believed that the drink could have used more sugar and less fiber, but it was at least filling without sitting dense and heavy in the stomach, even if had been nearly thick enough to chew.

He paused a moment as he finished the drinkable, so called meal, glancing around for a trashcan, and found he was standing outside of a familiar, very modern looking building. It had no signage, and the sharply dressed stallions standing by the doorway looked like they could have deflected a charging minotaur. They eyed him as he looked their way, their expressions not unfriendly, but hardly welcoming. He averted his gaze quickly, and was about to head off when a vaguely familiar voice spoke up.

"Oh, Mr. Wind, how nice to see you back."

Whisper jumped slightly, spinning around to find a rather attractive mare heading up the sidewalk towards him. She was on the taller side, her height further given a little extra visual bump by her horn, the elegant spiral rising from a stylishly asymmetrical mane that was much longer on one side than the other. It was shaped into a series of swoops and flows that looked like it took hours to achieve, the strands dark black in hue except for the splash of red and yellow at the tips. Her fur was snowy white, and she had intensely green eyes that seemed to be busy cataloging everything about Whisper. Which just made him feel all too self-conscious about his own appearance.

He had been too tired last night to really dry himself off properly after his shower, and he had compounded the issue of going to bed damp by sneaking out without even a glance in the mirror this morning. His only slight hope was that the humid morning air and constant wind from hours of flight had managed to smooth out some of the potential fashion disaster that his mane and fur might otherwise be. The windswept look wasn't his favorite, but it was such a pegasus standard that no one could really speak out against it.

“Mr. Wind? Are you alright?” the mare asked politely, dragging Whisper out of his thoughts.

“Uh, yes, sorry, you just surprised me, uh, Miss…?” he trailed off awkwardly, inviting her to hopefully fill in the blank.

“Check Mark, Mr. Wind,” the mare supplied easily, smiling softly as he stared blankly at her. “We met last night when you arrived with Mr. Nail and Miss Song.”

Whisper blinked, and then it hit him. She was the mare that had met them at the door of the club, and lead them to their viewing room. She was the mare he had nearly totally ignored because he had been too busy arguing with Rusty.

“Oh! Oh yes! I'm so sorry, I'm just…I'm a bit out of it today,” he said quickly, apologetically.

“Quite alright, Mr. Wind,” Check replied smoothly.

“Please, no mister, I’m just Whisper,” he requested.

“Of course, Whisper,” she amended easily. “Well, if you are looking for something to take your mind off whatever has you 'out of it', you have arrived in time to catch the end of the meet and greet.”

“…the what now?” Whisper asked, clueless.

“Meet and greet,” Check repeated with a little smirk. “With the performers. I realize it might be a little soon for you to be selecting any real favorites, but I'm sure it could still be entertaining for you to get to know them a little. Especially if you are sticking around for tonight’s show.”

"...meet and greet. With the performers?" Whisper asked, not sure just how to even begin processing that idea. "I...I don't know if...what would I even say to them? Hi, I'm Whisper, you turn me on really good?" he scoffed lightly, a little forced laugh accompanying the words.

Check chuckled softly. "You don't have to talk to them about the show," she informed him gently. "You can just talk to them as normal ponies. Why don't you come with me, and I'll introduce you?" she suggested, stepping close and taking Whisper neatly by the wing with a foreleg. He tried not to pay too much attention to how nice just that little physical contact with her felt.

"I uh, don't exactly have a membership card, or..." Whisper tried to protest as Check lead him towards the doors, the bouncers opening them smartly for them.

"Mr. W...Whisper, please," Check said with a pointed look. "The membership card is for show. Some ponies enjoy that kind of flashiness. But it is by no means a requirement. I know all of our clientele by face and name. This business is too elite to do otherwise."

"Oh...and if I have to confess that I have very little money on me?" Whisper went on nervously, feeling like he was trying to find a reason that he shouldn't be allowed inside.

"I will then have to point out that your membership is attached to Mr. Nail's, who has given you full access to his account with no spending limit. Also, there was a note attached to his membership about you, with instructions that if you tried to balk at him paying for you, that it was his wish for us to thoroughly guilt you into accepting his generosity. He even included suggestions."

"...that dirty cheater..." Whisper muttered to himself. He eyed Check thoughtfully. "I'm sorry, but what is it you do here, exactly?” he asked apologetically.

“I’m the night shift manager,” Check replied with a soft smile.

“Oh…uh, so why are you dealing with me personally instead of having someone else do it so you can…go manage stuff?”

Check chuckled lightly. “Whisper, in this kind of business, my time is much better spent seeing personally to the needs and wants of our clients, than it is trying to micromanage the staff. I prefer to front load my management, and do so by only hiring individuals I can trust to keep the business running smoothly and the customers happy without me having to direct them."

"Oh. I guess I can see the sense in that," Whisper allowed as Check lead him through a set of double doors and into a rather grand room.

The space was expansive, done in marble and lush red carpeting set around a hardwood dance floor. The ceiling was high, with a trio of massive, crystal chandeliers. Several buffet tables had been set out, with a dozen or so dinning tables encircling them. There was a stage for a band in the back corner, though it was empty currently, music instead being piped in through a speaker system from some local radio station. There was a small crowd of ponies milling about, many of them going out of their way to show off the signs of wealth; Fancy clothing, audacious jewelry, impeccable and highly stylized mane cuts and fashion accessories. Others were keeping a lower profile, maintaining an air about them of individuals that would rather not be recognized in such an establishment.

Check immediately turned Whisper towards one of the tables, where the burly pegasus stallion from last night’s show stood, talking in an expansive manner to a little old mare decked out in a small fortune's worth of gems and jewels. She had a mostly empty bottle of brandy on the table, a mostly empty tumbler in her grasp, and was smiling at the big stallion in a drunkenly infatuated manner.

Check sighed softly as she let go of Whisper and stepped alongside the old biddy, giving her a look of gentle reproach. “Miss Crabapple, how much have you had to drink already?”

“Oh ju…jush tha one, dearie,” the old mare replied with a notable slur to her words and a shake in the hoof holding the glass.

“Right, the one bottle?" Check asked pointedly, giving the old lady a slightly worried look, followed by directing a more accusatory one at the big stallion, who looked rather sheepish. At least, from what could be seen of his face behind the expansive beard and mustache.

"Oh come on now Miss Mark," he said defensively, his voice deep, gravely, and heavily flavored with a Stalliongrad accent. "What could I have done?"

"Oh yes, silly me, to think a stallion in his prime couldn't take a bottle away from a fragile old mare one fourth his size," Check declared with biting sarcasm, shaking her head. "Never mind, I'll see to her. I want you to show our new member here around. Make sure he has a good time." She turned to Whisper, giving him an apologetic smile. "I'll return when I can. For now, allow me to introduce your new guide, Iron Reigns. Iron, this is Whispering Wind."

"Well met, friend," Iron said with a lighthearted grin that was only a little marred by the nervous energy coming off him from Check's obvious annoyance.

"Uh, yeah, nice to meet you too," Whisper replied as Check moved to help Miss Crabapple, the old mare wobbling precariously even with the support. "So, is she always like that?" he asked once the two mares were out of earshot.

"Which one?" Iron asked with a light scoff, before waving a wing to dismiss his own question. "Actually, it doesn't matter, because the answer is yes," he stated, reaching over to grab the brandy bottle, and tipping back the last bit of it. "So, Whisper, how have you been enjoying the club so far?"

"Well...this is really only the second time I've been here," Whisper replied with a slight shrug. He hesitated a moment before adding. "I uh, actually wasn't exactly planning on being here today at all. Just kind of happened by accident."

"Ah, I understand that," Iron said cheerfully. "This place has that sort of affect. It was by accident that I started working here."

Whisper goggled at that for a moment. "I'm sorry, but how in the world do you end up working as a...as a sex show performer by accident?" he asked in bewilderment, dropping his tone a little at the second half.

Iron chuckled, a sound like rocks grinding together. "My Equestrian was not so good then, I did not understand what was being asked at the interview, but refused to let on that I was confused. Thought they were looking for a personal trainer. I was very surprised when I arrived for what I thought was going to be a workout session, and ended up doing very different workout."

"...wow. Just...wow dude," Whisper replied, a soft laugh bubbling up from him. He couldn't help it. "That must have been...I can't even imagine, being thrown into something like that completely unprepared."

Iron shrugged. "It was not so bad. Actually, I confess, it was rather thrilling. I would not have thought I had it in me to do this kind of work, but the mares are most beautiful and talented, and it helps to not be able to see those watching us. I find it easy enough to forget there even is an audience."

Whisper considered that a moment, nodding. "So, does that mean it is an illusion? In the viewing rooms? I thought it could have been one way mirrors, but it didn't seem to make as much sense as projecting illusions."

"Correct. Big magic mirrors that share images, though it is only one way," Iron explained. "Don't ask me how, I leave that kind of stuff to the unicorns. But where we perform, the mirror seems just a mirror. Easy enough to forget we are being watched and just to enjoy what we are doing."

"Yeah, I can see how that might help," Whisper allowed, though he still couldn't imagine it for himself. The idea of having sex while someone else was watching. He flinched a little inside as that line of thought brought back memories of last night, of Rusty and Heart. Heart definitely did not have a problem with being watched. Rather the opposite really, given how much of a thrill she had seemed to have gotten from him being there. "And the mares I saw last night...they were very hot," he allowed himself to admit.

Iron chuckled lightly. "They are indeed. Have you gotten to meet any of them yet?" he asked, and smirked as Whisper shook his head. "Well then, prepare yourself, for the sharks are circling," he stated mirthfully.

"...sharks?" Whisper asked uncomprehendingly.

"Oh well now, Iron honey, who is your new friend here?" a sweetly smokey voice purred from behind Whisper, the silky smooth tone slipping into Whisper's ear and caressing his mind in a manner that sent a little thrill of delight through him just to hear it.

He turned, and nearly took a step back at finding the twin mares he had seen performing with Iron standing practically right on top of him. They were every bit as lovely in person as they had been through the illusion, and were smiling at him, directly at him, in a way that sent his heart up into his throat.

"Prism, Crystal, I'm sure you will be happy to meet Whispering Wind here," Iron said in an amused tone. "Whisper, these are Prism Shine and Crystal Glow," he added, using a wing to indicated which was which, though Whisper couldn't see how the big guy could tell them apart so readily.

"How very nice to meet you, sweetie," Prism said with a flirty little smile.

"Uh...y-yeah, nice to meet you, uh both," Whisper replied bashfully, feeling totally off balance at having two such beautiful mares being so intensely friendly at him, especially so quickly. His mind raced, while running in a circle that went nowhere, bringing him right back to the very first coherent thought he'd managed about them. "So...uh, sorry but, is there a good way to tell them apart?" he asked with a glance back at Iron, wondering what was making him care so much about the stallion's ease in identifying the mares.

"It's the eyes," the big pegasus told him.

Whisper looked back at the twins, who he swore had slipped just a tad closer while he hadn't been watching, the pair giving him inviting looks. This close, it was easy to see what Iron had meant. Prism's eyes were a very pale, almost translucent blue, while Crystal's were a much darker pink. Both sets of eyes were full of the same eager anticipation, and a rather inviting quality that urged him to spend more time falling under their spell.

"So, is this your first visit?" Crystal asked, her tone bubbling over with mirthful interest.

"Um, s-second actually," Whisper replied, still feeling rather overwhelmed at how interested the pair seemed in him. "I was...here for the show last night?"

"Oh wonderful, then you got to see us perform," Prism said in a sweetly thrilled tone. "I do hope you found us, entertaining," she finished with a seductive little purr.

"...yes, very much so," Whisper replied in a stunned, tiny tone, hitting a point of nervous anxiety that left him answering honestly by sheer reflex.

"You'll be sticking around for the show today, yes?" Crystal said hopefully.

"I promise, you'll enjoy what we have in mind," Prism picked right up.

"And maybe you might want to stay after the show is over," Crystal added, the pair definitely slipping a little closer now, the seamless back and forth of their words and their increasing proximity causing Whisper to take a slight step back.

"Goodness girls, must you pounce so readily?" Iron asked with an amused tone. "Give the poor guy some room to breathe at least."

"I'm sure we have no idea what you mean," Prism said, her tone still sweetly seductive, though her eyes flashed ever so briefly in a manner that told the big stallion to back off.

"I...what is happening?" Whisper demanded. Softly, meekly, but still, demanded.

Iron chuckled, and ignored the warning looks the twins gave him. "The club, aside from the shows, provides an escort service," he explained to Whisper. "And these two could well be the mascots for said service. They are ever so eager to add new members to their list of customers..."

“Iron!” Prism said sharply, her sweetly seductive tone flattening to a sharp edged growl as she eyed him reproachfully.

“…escort service?” Whisper asked in a rather hushed, anxious little voice as he regarded the two, exceedingly attractive, mares. And suddenly their overtly friendly manner towards him made a lot more sense. They worked in a club catering towards the rich and wealthy, and he could only just imagine how generous such ponies might be willing to be with their bits if it meant getting to use their other bits on mares such as these two. They weren't really seeing him, they were seeing a new source of income for their bank accounts.

He supposed that could have left him feeling a little offended, a little bitter, a little like he was being set up to be used. But at that moment, with them standing right there, being so lovely and flirty with him, Whisper was having trouble seeing the problem exactly. Which was probably shallow of him, but dammit it all, he had not gotten laid in a depressingly long time now. And he had never even kissed a mare half as beautiful as Prism or Crystal. He felt that he could definitely find it in his heart, or at least somewhere lower in his anatomy, to be very generous for such attention.

“Dammit Iron, now you went and broke him!” Crystal said accusingly as Whisper zoned out for the moment, her tone dropping in pitch a little as she glared at the big stallion.

“I broke him?” Iron asked defensively.

“We were going to ease him around to the idea. Can't you tell that he's clearly more on the shy side and needs a gentle approach,” Prism huffed as she regarded Whisper as if looking over a malfunctioning piece of equipment.

“That was your idea of gentle was it?” Iron asked with a smirk, before holding up his wings in a gesture of surrender as both mares turned icy glares on him so intense it made Whisper shuffle sideways just from getting caught on the edges of it.

“Iron, sweetheart, darling,” Prism said in a bright, venomously sweet tone. “Why don't you go get everything ready for the show tonight, and let us see to Whisper?”

“Now hold on, Miss Mark asked me to show him around, and to make sure he has fun,” Iron tried to argue, but the twins were clearly having none of it.

“And so you have, you delivered him to us, fun for him is now guaranteed,” Crystal stated firmly. “Now go on, get,” she added with a little hiss in her voice.

Iron sighed, but capitulated. “Very well, he is all yours,” he allowed, giving Whisper an apologetic smile. “Try not to be too nervous. They may roar like tigers, but they are really kittens at heart.”

“Then why are you letting them chase you off?” Whisper asked pointedly, and perhaps a little desperately as the big stallion made to leave.

Iron paused thoughtfully. “Well, I am going to be performing with them tonight,” he replied. “It just seems prudent not to overly upset individuals that will shortly have me by the balls.”

Whisper found it hard to argue with that, watching the big stallion amble off, leaving him all alone with the two mares. The two very hot mares. The two very hot, sex show mares. The two very hot, sex show and escort service mares. Who, now that the heckler of their seduction efforts had been chased off, were turning those lovely, sultry eyes back on him.

The notion, the offer, the opportunity being presented before him had Whisper’s emotions spinning. They were easily two of the most attractive mares he had ever seen, in face and body. And he had seen just how skillful they were, the way they could use their mouths and magic and bodies to please a stallion. Plus they had the whole twin thing going for them, and while that had never been a major fetish of his, it still definitely had its appeal.

To say that he was tempted was not even doing it justice. But by the same token, it would also be hard to overstate how nervous the idea made him. They were the kind of mares that were attractive to the point of it being intimidating. And they were so experienced, between putting on the sex shows and being escorts, they would have him so out classed, how could he even hope to keep up with them? Sure, he recognized that if he was hiring them for an evening of fun, then how well he preformed wasn't really going to be a factor in their enthusiasm. But he rather doubted that it would be so easy to rationalize it away with his emotions if he ended up blowing his load in an embarrassingly quick manner.

"So, now that the trouble maker is gone," Prism noted, and Whisper had to hold in a little gasp of delight as the mare actually pressed herself up against him, her side brushing against his silkily. "Where were we exactly?"

"Uh, you were being gentle with me?" he suggested a bit hopefully, finding the contact with the mare both delightful and nerve-wracking.

"Oh but of course darling," Crystal reassured him with sugary tones as she slipped up along his other side, trapping him between the two of them. "No need to worry, we'll be as gentle as you like."

"Well this sure escalated quickly," Check's dry tones cut in, making both Prism and Crystal sigh softly, quiet grumbles escaping from them as they were interrupted again. "I do hope you two aren't harassing Mr. Wind."

"Us? Why Miss Mark, how could you even suggest it?" Prism asked in a hurt tone of voice. Based on the total lack of sympathy on Check's face as she approached, she wasn't really buying it.

"It's really quite easy," Check replied, before dismissing the twins from her attention for the moment as she focused on Whisper instead. "They aren't being too forward, are they? I'm all for their talent at recruiting new customers to our escort service, but I won't have them bothering clients in doing so."

"...no, no they're fine," Whisper replied after a moment of really considering his situation. The twins might be making him anxious in the extreme with their nearly aggressive flirting, but at the same time, he rather felt like he needed the attention. He needed a pretty mare, or two in this case, to pay attention to him. He needed that sense of being wanted and desired. Even if it was just an act for the sake of money, it still felt real enough to fulfill the longing inside him for companionship with the opposite sex. It made him realize how strongly he was actually considering hiring them out for the evening.

Check regarded Whisper thoughtfully, her expression calculating as she studied his face for a few seconds, clearly searching and evaluating. She then nodded in acceptance. "Alright, as long as you're feeling comfortable with them," she allowed, making the twins beam cheerfully.

"We promise, his comfort is our top concern," Prism promised with a sultry little grin.

"So...how do I get on your schedule for tonight?" Whisper asked the mares, his throat tight and the butterflies in his stomach turning into dragons, but he managed to force the words out. He needed this, needed something more than his wing and fantasies. More over, he needed something that might get his damn libido to stop focusing on Heart as an outlet.

“Consider it already done,” Crystal told him with a gleeful little grin, while Prism shot Check a smug smirk for doubting them. “Just give us a half hour after the show to get cleaned up and presentable. We'll have someone come collect you.”

“Okay, great, that sounds…I'll be looking forward to it. Eagerly,” Whisper said, and meant it. Sure, it was a nervous eagerness, but all the same. Right now though, he had something else he needed to do. It made him just as nervous, but not at all eager. “Excuse me, Miss Mark? Is there a phone I could use? I need to make a call.”

Whisper picked up the phone, and just dialed. He had no idea how he was going to say what he needed to, and he knew if he tried to plan the conversation out, it was just turn into an endless cycle of stalling as he searched for a perfect approach. So he didn't give himself the chance, and just made the call, and would just deal with the situation as it developed. The line started ringing, and he held his breath, trying to pretend not to be wishing for Rusty to not be home. It would just be putting matters off after all, and would do nothing to resolve his need to confess and apologize. And yet all the same, a part of him was hoping he could delay, that Rusty wouldn’t answer the phone…

“Yes, hello,” a warm, familiarly feminine voice spoke from the other end of the line, and Whisper found himself desperately wishing Rusty had answered the phone instead.

“H-hi there, Heart,” he said meekly.

“Whisper! Oh thank goodness you called! You’ve been gone all day, we have been so worried,” Heart exclaimed. “Where have you been? Are you well? Where are you now?”

Whisper swallowed dryly. “Yeah, I’m sorry about that. I’m alright, I just…I had a lot of stuff on my mind,” he said bashfully.

“…about last night?” Heart asked, in an unusually soft tone for her.

“Yeah…about last night,” Whisper confirmed. “We really shouldn’t have done that.”

“No, probably not,” Heart agreed with a breathy sigh. “I…I am very sorry. I do not know what my problem is.”

“Heart, you have nothing to apologize about,” Whisper said, and then paused as he practically felt the mare’s incredulous look over the phone line.

“Whisper, I had practically just finished apologizing for not considering your feelings when fooling around with Rusty,” she stated firmly. “Only to then turn right around and have sex in the living room, and when you walked in on us, again, I further disregarded your feelings and coerced you into staying to watch us for the selfish thrill it gave me. What part of all of that does not require an apology?”

"...okay, okay, fair point, maybe you have a little to apologize for," Whisper allowed begrudgingly.

Heart sighed. "And yet you sound apologetic over agreeing with me on that," she noted. "You really do take blame readily, especially when it is truly not your fault."

"Sorry," Whisper said, automatically, and heard a soft fwoomp of air that strongly brought to mind an image of someone facewinging.

"No Whisper, I am sorry," Heart pushed on, her voice briefly muffled. "I have been very selfish, and thoughtless, and I have been sick with worry that I may have hurt you."

Whisper opened his mouth to deny that she had anything to apologize for, that he was fine and she hadn't done anything to worry about, but the words died partway to his lips. He had made this call to confess, and apologize. To face the truth, and make amends for the facts. Which would be hard to do if he didn't face all the truth, and all the facts.

"...you didn't hurt me, not in the way I think you think," Whisper said softly, leaning against the wall as he tried to get his words lined up. "...this is really hard and embarrassing to say, but...I think I have a crush on you, Heart. Have for a while now. But I shouldn't, because you're with Rusty. It...it makes me jealous sometimes, that you're with him, and not me. And then you had to go and call me attractive, and say under different circumstances you would have sex with me, and then...and then whatever last night was..." he went on, his tone turning brittle and anxious as his voice just ran out of steam on him. He fell silent, his heartbeat pulsing in his ears over what he had just admitted. There was a long, heavy silence from the other end.

"...oh, Whisper..." Heart finally replied, her voice very small. "I am so very sorry. I have been a bigger idiot than I realized. I knew you found me attractive, but that you...I had no idea your feelings were more than just...oh Whisper..." she trailed off in a tight tone of voice.

"Yeah, so...that's why I've been gone all day," Whisper said miserably. "Because I couldn't bring myself to deal with you, with my feelings, after what had happened. Not on top of trying to figure out how to tell Rusty about it so I could then apologize to him."

"Oh...you were going to tell him?" Heart asked in a tense tone.

"I have to Heart," Whisper said apologetically. "He's my friend. The only true friend I have. I can't keep this a secret from him, even if it...even if afterwards he doesn't..."

"Well, the thing is," Heart said, her tone apologetic. "I have already told him."

"...oh," Whisper said, that single word containing far more weight to it than it had any right to. "You told him...everything?"

"Yes. I told him how you walked in on us, both times. And how I...tempted you, to remain and watch. And how I found it exciting for you to do so."

"Uh, did you tell him about...did you include the bit where I...?" Whisper tried to ask, but the words just refused to be spoken.

"Pleasured yourself?" Heart supplied, getting a wordless grunt of acknowledgement from the stallion. "I mentioned it in passing, and with minimal detail. I tried not to make much of it, and instead focused much more on my own...experiences in that moment."

"Heart, are you trying to take the blame for this?" Whisper asked.

"Should I not?" Heart asked with a touch of scorn. "It was my doing. I seduced Rusty without consideration of where we were, and then very much seduced you, in a way."

"Hey, I still made a choice," Whisper tried to protest. "I could have left."

"You could have," Heart allowed. "But I did much to make that choice difficult for you. If you want to share in the blame, I will understand, but the majority of it belongs to me.”

“…so how did he take it?” Whisper asked, deciding he wasn’t going to win an argument in the blame game.

There was an uneasy silence. “I’m really not sure,” Heart eventually replied. “He got very quiet, and then asked me to give him some time alone. He did not seem angry though, just…I am not sure. Troubled perhaps?”

“So, he is still there then?” Whisper inquired.

“He is. Do you want me to get him?” Heart asked gently.

“Yes please, if you wouldn’t mind,” Whisper answered in a soft, nervous tone.

“Right. One moment,” Heart said, the rattle of the phone being set down coming through the line.

Whisper did his best to steel himself, to try and push down the nervous fear that was creeping up his throat like bile. In a way, Heart had done half the work for him in telling Rusty what had happened. Now he just had to apologize for it, and try to explain his actions. And yet he couldn’t help but worry that, by not getting the chance to confess, he might have lost some credibility, that his apology might seem less genuine, less a choice made from a guilty conscious and more a necessity after getting caught.

Then there was a sharp click of the phone being picked up, and he felt his heart get clamped in a vice.

“Whisper! Whisper man, are you there?” Rusty’s voice asked, almost frantically.

“Y-yeah, Rusty, I'm here. And I am so…”

“Where are you? Are you alright?” Rusty cut in right over Whisper.

“I…yeah I'm alright. Look, Rusty, I want to tell you that…”

“Where are you? Dude, you've been gone all day! I've been worried about you,” Rusty cut him off again, and his tone made Whisper pause. “Seriously, where have you been?”

“Uh, I went for a flight. And a walk. And now I'm at the club from last night.”

There was a brief, stunned silence.

“…well damn, you sneaky bastard,” Rusty said in a tone that actually sounded impressed. “I would never have thought to look for you there.”

"Uh..." Whisper said, not sure how to reply to that. Everything about the other stallion's tone and line of questioning was throwing him off guard. It was not at all what he had been ready for.

"Well hey man, if you're alright, why don't you come home? Or do you need someone to come get you?" Rusty asked with obvious if restrained concern.

"Rusty?" Whisper asked pointedly. "What is going on?"

"What? What do you mean?" Rusty asked, his tone becoming even more casual, though there was something brittle, and artificial in his voice.

"Rusty, Heart told me that she told you. About what happened," Whisper said, and there was an awkward pause. "...she did tell you, right? About me walking in on you guys while you were..."

"Oh, yeah, that, of course, yeah she told me," Rusty interrupted, his tone taking on an air of mirthful embarrassment that sounded just all the more fake. "But you know, sometimes things happen when you're living with someone, and, you know, you can't go making too big a deal out of things, you know?"

Whisper was silent, just staring at the phone as if he could force the conversation to start making sense if he just tried had enough.

"Whisper? You still there?" Rusty asked nervously.

"I'm still here," Whisper replied. "I'm just...very confused. I was expecting a lot of things out of this conversation, but how you're reacting right now is not one of them. I don't understand what is happening."

"What's there to understand? It's not a big deal," Rusty insisted.

"I think it kind of is, or ought to be," Whisper argued, feeling more and more bewildered. "We went behind your back."

"I mean, that's not really...look, I mean, it's not like you fucked her or anything," Rusty said, his joking tone very flat and forced. "I can totally forgive you for having a moment of temptation there, it's cool."

"...it's cool?" Whisper repeated slowly.

"Yeah. It's cool. We're cool, everything is fine." Rusty said. "You're okay, right?"

"I'm not sure anymore," Whisper answered honestly, thinking hard. "Rusty...do you know why I've been gone all day? And why I'm calling you now?"

"Uh...you got super embarrassed and had to go figure out how to cope?" Rusty suggested nervously.

"No. Well, yes, there was that, but I left because I felt guilty for what had happened and didn't know how to talk with you about it. Because I knew I couldn't possibly keep this a secret. You're my best friend, and you don't keep secrets like that between friends," he said, his tone hinting strongly.

"That's, uh, yeah, very true," Rusty said, guilt entering his voice.

"So, Rusty. What aren't you telling me right now?" Whisper asked worriedly. "Why are you, of the two of us, the one trying to avoid this conversation?"

"...fuck," Rusty whispered. "Fuck fuck fuck, do we really need to go into this?"

"I'm not sure how we can't," Whisper said apologetically. "Especially if we are going to move forward and try to get things back to normal between us."

"...Whisper," Rusty said softly. "I don't...I'm not sure things could go back to normal if I talk about this," he admitted in a deeply worried tone.

"And I don't think things can be normal if we don't," Whisper countered. "Things aren't normal right now. And I can't just ignore that and pretend."

"...fuck," Rusty groaned. Whisper waited. "Okay, look. This is going to be hard, and I'm not even sure what words to use for a lot of it."

"Okay, that's fine," Whisper said encouragingly. "Just do your best."

Rusty groaned softly. "Okay...well you know my childhood was kind of shitty. My dad, he was a very traditionally stalliony kind of stallion. Real stallions don't show emotion or weakness kind of guy. You can be happy, or angry, and that was about it with him. Anything else is being weak, and you're not a real stallion if you're weak."

"Rusty, you know I don't judge," Whisper said as the line went silent for a moment. "And besides, I wouldn't have a leg to stand on if it came to judging others for less than appropriately masculine emotions."

"Heh, yeah, fair," Rusty allowed weakly. "Anyway...between him and my brother, I grew up with some bad examples. And my childhood friends tended to be more of the same, because I just never knew any better. But then...then I met you. And you were different. You didn't put me down and pretend like it was fine and normal to do so. I mean, you didn't put me down at all. You pulled me up. You told me I could be better and pushed me to do so, and you made me a better pony for it. And you showed me a different way of being friends, a way that just felt so much more honest and true. You were the first pony I felt like I could let my guard down around."

"Rusty..." Whisper said softly.

"Please, hold on, let me get through this before I chicken out," Rusty cut in. "The point I'm trying to make here is...that I love you. Like, you're like the brother I wish I had, instead of the one I do. But...but even that's not really enough to cover it. I...I think...oh fuck it, Whisper! I think I'm in love with you, and I don't know how to make sense of that. I'm not into stallions, I've never looked at you and like, wanted to kiss you or anything, but I still have these feelings that are so much more than just friendship or brotherly affection. I...I can't imagine my life without you in it."

"...oh...wow, Rusty..." Whisper eventually managed to choke out as his mind reeled with trying to process and adjust to this new information. “How…how long have you…?”

“A while now,” Rusty said softly. “But I was afraid that telling you would change things. That it would make you uncomfortable to be around me, and might even make you want to move out.”

Whisper blew out a long breath. “Well…well I’ll admit, I’m not even sure what to feel or say about that,” he said honestly, before hurrying to add. “But that’s just because it’s a lot to take in and I’m going to have to give it all a lot of thought. That said, I’m still your friend, and your roommate, and I have no intention of seeing either of those things change, okay?”

“Okay,” Rusty said in a very quiet voice, tight with emotion. “Thank you.”

“Awwwww,” Heart squeed in a tone suitable for fawning over a litter of newborn kittens. “You two, this is so touching!”

“…Heart?” Whisper exclaimed in shock. “Have you been listening in on the other line?”

“…no?” Heart replied innocently, not sounding nearly as ashamed as she really ought to have.

Whisper sighed, and then frowned at the phone as Rusty started laughing softly.

“Right, fine,” Whisper groaned, just rolling with it. “Back on topic. Rusty. While I appreciate you telling me about your feelings, I’m not sure how this relates to what me and Heart did yet.”

There was a long rustling kind of noise as Rusty blew out a breath. “Okay, so, I know this is probably going to sound crazy, but the thing is…I just don't care. And I don't mean that I'm apathetic, I mean that the idea of it does not bother me at all. The only thing that upsets me at all is the two of you keeping it a secret, and even that I'm already willing to forgive and forget because of how awkward I'm sure it was and yet how quickly you guys were ready to tell me regardless.”

“Well. I was not exactly ready for that,” Heart admitted.

“Yeah, same,” Whisper agreed, slightly stunned.

“Yeah, well, that's how I feel,” Rusty said. “Now I'm pretty sure it has to do with how I feel about you, Whisper. I don't think I'd be so chill about anyone else, but you…” There was a pause into which a casual shrug would have perfectly fit. “Honestly, if my best friend is a voyeur and my marefriend is an exhibitionist, I think I can totally work with that.”

“…reeeaaally now?” Heart asked, drawing the word out in an exceptionally intrigued manner.

“Uh, what?” Whisper asked, now totally off guard.

“I can work with it,” Rusty said, the hint of a smile in his tone. “I mean who knows, it could be hot. Might be a fun thing to play around with,” he suggested, getting a throaty purr of excitement out of Heart.

“I uh, whoa,” Whisper declared nervously. “You uh…would really want to…?”

“I think it would be worth exploring,” Rusty said easily. “As long as we're ready and willing to be open and truthful about things, right?”

“So, Whisper,” Heart spoke up eagerly. “When were you planning on coming home?” she asked, with a very poor attempt at a nonchalant tone.

Whisper opened his mouth to answer, then froze as he realized his answer. And what he would have to admit to in order to explain it.

“I uh…might be a while still,” he answered with a wince in his tone. “I kind of, sort of, maybe have some plans for the evening?”

“Poo. What kind of plans?” Heart asked with an audible pout.

“…Whisper, what kind of plans?” Rusty asked after a moment of awkward silence. At least, awkward for Whisper. Rusty suddenly sounded like an orca circling a floundering baby seal.

“I have plans with…some mares,” Whisper groaned in defeat.

“Mares? Mares plural?” Rusty asked, his teasing tone shifting instantly to mirthfully intrigued. "Where did you find these mares?"

There was a thud as Whisper banged his head gently against the wall. "At the club," he muttered.

"And you just hooked up, just like that?" Rusty asked, pride now radiating from his voice.

"No, no it's not like that, it's..." Whisper hesitated. "You remember the twins? From the show last night?"

"Is that a serious question?" Rusty scoffed playfully. "Hey Heart, do you remember the twins? I'm not so sure I know who he's talking about."

"Rusty, be nice," Heart chided with amusement. "Now go on Whisper, what about the twins?"

"...well, the thing is...you see..." Whisper hesitated, and then just ripped the bandage off. "The club has an escort service and those two are part of it and they made an aggressive and very convincing sales pitch and I decided to take them up on the offer and am going to be meeting them after the show tonight," he said all in one, rapid breath.

"...I am honestly at a loss for words," Rusty eventually declared. "Like...seriously? You actually hired those two hotties to come play with you? You did?"

"I think I might be a little jealous," Heart mused in a cheerful tone.

"Of whom?" Rusty asked teasingly.

"Maybe all of them," Heart replied thoughtfully. "I confess, although I seem to be more the exhibitionist, I would very much love to watch Whisper rutting those two," she said, her tone taking on a happy, sultry hum. "Rusty?"

"Yes?"

"I believe thinking about what Whisper is going to be doing has gotten me quite excited," she stated, very pointedly.

"...right, well, Whisper buddy, good luck!" Rusty said in a quick, eager tone. "I'd say have fun, but that seems kind of a given."

"Right back at you, it seems," Whisper noted, and both Rusty and Heart laughed, the former mirthfully, and the latter rather knowingly. "Right, bye then."

"See you later," Rusty replied.

"Goodbye," Heart added, followed by first one, then another click as the phones were hung up.

Whisper felt his body slump a little as the tension of the conversation started to leave him, and he hung up the phone. That had gone exceptionally better than he had been expecting. It had gone weird, and off in strange directions, but none of them had been bad, exactly. He was definitely going to have plenty to think about, but at least none of it was of an immediately urgent nature. Which meant for now he could focus on, and be excited about, and nervous about, the time he was going to be spending with Prism and Crystal.

He turned, and nearly had a heart attack as he realized he was not alone. The phone Check had led him to was located in a little alcove off the banquet hall, the tiny space an offshoot of one corner of the main room. It hooked around a bit, and included a partition to help ensure some measure of privacy. And somehow Whisper had been so caught up in his conversation he had totally missed it whenever it was that the zebra performer had slipped into the tiny area with him...

Chapter 4

Whispering Wind cleared his throat, and tried to swallow his heart back down out of his neck as he regarded the zebra mare that had snuck up on him. She was eyeing him curiously, though with a kind of casual impassiveness, as if he was just an idle distraction.

“Uh, hi,” he said uncertainly, before glancing from the mare to the phone on the wall and then back again. “Oh sorry, were you waiting to make a call?” he asked, gesturing with a wing.

The zebra shook her head, and then spoke. Her voice was smooth and flowing, deep for a mare and with the occasional vibrato. Her words however were entirely foreign and completely incomprehensible to Whisper.

“Uh…sorry? I don't speak, whatever that was,” he said apologetically. The mare blinked at him, her eyes a rather fetching golden brown. She spouted off another string of words that were no more understandable than the first. “Okay. So…you don't speak Equestrian, do you?”

The mare sighed softly, and then kept talking, gesturing a bit with a forehoof in a manner that put Whisper in mind of someone going on a mild rant. She paused after a moment, looking at Whisper expectantly.

“…yeah, sure, all of that,” Whisper allowed, just rolling with it. "I feel you, I've been having quite the day myself. I mean, I just found out my best friend is apparently in love with me. Only, with no sexual attraction. Which I mean, I guess is good, cause I don't feel that way about him either, so hopefully that means I'm not going to end up hurting his feelings over not being able to give him something he might otherwise have wanted from me."

The zebra nodded slightly, and then went onto another bit of a rant. Whisper watched her thoughtfully, and found himself smiling a little. It was weird, having a conversation with someone when neither of them knew the other's language, but in a way, it was kind of freeing. It was someone to spill to without having to worry about what was being said. Plus she was lovely, her features holding an attractively exotic flare, and with a body that had an alluring mix of strength and softness to it, with supple muscles and just enough curviness of form. Her voice was pleasant and inviting, and there was something amusingly fetching about the way she continually gestured with her one hoof as she spoke, almost as if conducting her own words.

Whisper nodded sympathetically as she finished up for the moment. "Well, whatever all that was, I hope it either gets better, or stays just as good, depending," he said politely. He paused, and then tapped a hoof on his chest. "Whisper," he said, enunciating clearly. He then pointed at her expectantly, then back at himself. "Whisper."

"Whisper," she repeated carefully, pointing at him, and then at herself. "Zerinna," she said, rolling the R rather heavily.

"Zerinna," Whisper did his best, but he had no ability to repeat the R rolling. He'd never been able to do it.

She shook her head at him. "Ze-rrrri-nna," she said slowly really emphasizing the rolling sound. Whisper sighed, and gave her an apologetic smile.

"Sorry, I can't pronounce it like that," he told her bashfully. "Zerinna. I can't make that r-r-r-r-r sound," he said, doing his best, which was really just repeating the R noise quickly.

Zerinna huffed a little, but seemed to accept that fact that he was doing the best he could. She spoke a few sentences, her tone questioning, and looked at him expectantly.

"Yeah, I thought you were great last night," Whisper answered whatever it was she had asked. "That was really hot, the way you used your mouth. I uh, really felt pretty jealous of your partner there," he went on, feeling unusually emboldened, though he couldn't entirely keep a hint of bashfulness from his tone at the subject matter.

Zerinna gave him a rather thoughtful look, and he had a brief flash of sudden anxiety that she had understood some of that somehow. She spoke for a moment, and there were two words, two names, that he actually recognized.

"Uh, Prism and Crystal?" he repeated with a cautious curiousness. "What about them?"

Her next few words had a dry amusement to them, and she pointed at him. "Whisper." She then held her hoof out far from her body. "Prism. Crystal." She then whipped her hoof back at him in a sudden motion.

"...soooo, is that you warning me about them, or suggesting I go to them" he asked, and then sighed as she gave him an enigmatic smile.

"Zerinna! Zerrrrrina!" a voice called out, a little muffled from the partition, but still clearly recognizable as Check Mark. The zebra sighed softly at the searching cry, but raised her voice to respond, and a moment later the unicorn came trotting into the room. As she approached, her horn lit, her aura a delicate silver hue. "There you are, I have been-oh! Mr. Wind, uh Whisper. Excuse me, I didn't see you there." She glanced between the stallion and the zebra curiously. "I hope I'm not interrupting something?"

Zerinna made a casual remark, and Whisper shrugged. "I don't think so. Just been talking. I have no idea about what, but we've been talking."

"Oh. I see?" Check replied, looking at Zerinna, who made some noncommittal sounding reply. "Yes I know you don't care for these events, but...actually, never mind, we have more important things to talk about," she said.

"Wait, can you understand her?" Whisper asked curiously.

"When I have my translation spell running, yes," Check answered pointing at her horn. "Sadly, it only works between the caster and the target. Celestia knows I could use a better version, but I topped out at Magical Application 101 in college, so I have to make due."

"Ah, shame," Whisper noted, even as Zerinna made a sarcastic sounding remark, and Check rolled her eyes.

"Anyway, Zerinna," she said, perfectly rolling the R. "We have a problem, Copper Flash quit. I just got off the phone with the flake. He's decided he's been away from home for too long, and so he's heading back. He literally called me from the train station, the ass. Probably knew what I'd do to him if I could get my hooves on him."

Zerinna stared at Check for a moment, and then loosed a string of words that Whisper didn't need translated to get the general understanding of, not with that sulfuric tone behind them.

"Well that's not very professional of him," Whisper noted dryly. "...uh, is Copper the...?"

"The kirin you would have seen with Zerinna last night, yes," Check growled slightly. "He's always been trouble, flaking off on me when I need him." Zerinna made an obviously snide comment. "Hey, he's been the only one, everyone else I hired has been hard working and dependable. I can't be perfect at everything."

"So I'm guessing losing him at the last minute screws up your schedule, and you wouldn't be freaking out about it if it was just a matter of shifting one of the other stallions around, huh?" Whisper asked.

"Yes, and yes, and wait, why I am having this conversation with you here?" Check suddenly asked, looking at Whisper firmly. He shrugged.

"I dunno. Ponies seem to have a habit of talking about things around me as if I'm not there. Even when I'm contributing. I think I'm just really non-threatening?" he suggested, a bit nervously now that Check was making an issue of it. The mare groaned, and rubbed at her temple with a hoof.

"Well I really shouldn't be talking shop in front of a customer, especially not when it's about a problem," she said with a sigh.

"Sorry, I can go," Whisper said apologetically, ducking his head as he moved to slip around the mares. He paused a moment as Zerinna spoke up, and he glanced at her, and then at Check.

"She says it was nice to meet you, and says you are a good listener," the unicorn provided.

Whisper smiled softly. "Tell her it was my pleasure, and that it was nice to meet her as well," he said, before leaving the little alcove behind. He paused out in the banquet hall, looking around for a clock to see how long it would be until the show started. He hoped Check and Zerinna could figure something out in time. He got moving with a little guilty start as he realized he could still hear the pair talking, not wanting to be caught seeming to eavesdrop.

"Well I'm sorry, I don't have anyone else I can pair you with, you're going to have to improvise," he heard Check telling Zerinna before he got out of earshot.

Whisper paused with his hoof on the door to the observation room he had been assigned as he heard his name being called, and he turned to find Zerinna hurrying down the hallway towards him. He shot her a confused look, turning to face her as she approached.

"Zerinna? Uh, shouldn't you be getting ready?" he asked, hoping at least his tone might convey some meaning.

The zebra spoke rapidly, her tone shifting between an annoyance that thankfully was not directed at him, and a hopeful insistence that actually was. She groaned as he just stared at her, and then she grabbed one of his hooves with hers, giving him a tug.

"Uh, okay, I'm following you then?" he asked, baffled as the mare got him moving, but falling into step beside her all the same. He had to work to keep pace with her as she hurried them down a few halls, passing through one that had a set of the thickly muscled but impeccably dressed bouncers watching over it. They gave him a suspicious look, but Zerinna waved impatiently at them as she grabbed Whisper by a wing and hauled him along. The big stallions apparently decided that was good enough for them, and thankfully made no move to stop the pair.

Zerinna quickly dragged Whisper in through a doorway in the hall, and into a rather odd room. It was semi-circular in shape, with a large, raised dais near the flat back wall, which had a large set of curtains covering it. There were lines on the floor extending out from that wall, dictating a space between them on the raised section of floor. Off to either side, there were a collection of lockers, cabinets, and floor chests, along with a bunch of seemingly random furniture. There was a double bed, a couch, and even a kitchen table in evidence. Then there were things Whisper could only guess at, like what seemed to be a corner section of free standing wall, a jumbled contraption of wood and metal rods that resembled a cross between an exercise machine and a torture device, and some sort of odd frame with metal chains and a harness of some kind.

“What is all this?” Whisper asked, watching as Zerinna hurried over to a pulley and rope system that was connected to the curtains, grabbing hold and giving it a series of quick pulls, drawing the curtains aside.

There was a massive mirror behind them, and Whisper couldn't help but notice the size and shape of it as being identical to those that made up the walls in the observation rooms. A long series of arcane script flowed around the frame of the mirror.

"Uh, Zerinna...is this...this is the stage. Like, where you and the others, perform?" Whisper half noted, half asked, looking at the mare with troubled uncertainty starting to bubble in his stomach. She paused to give him a brief look, then glanced up at the clock hanging over the mirror. She made an impatient sound and hurried over to the collection of furniture, and pushed the free-standing corner out onto the main part of the stage, revealing it was on wheels. She positioned it in the center, spinning it around so that one of the short walls faced the mirror directly, and then locked the wheels down to secure it in place.

"What, what am I doing here?" Whisper asked nervously, taking his own glance at the clock, and noting it was getting very close to time for the show to start. His mind offered up a reason, but he quickly shot that idea down as stupid, unlikely, impossible, and generally in the realm of never going to happen.

Zerinna hurried over to him, taking Whisper by a wing and leading him over to the backside of the two walls. There were a series of padded boards attached to a rather curious gear system, though he had no time to try fathoming their purpose before the mare had shoved him forward towards them. She got him to put his forehooves up on one, and then started to turn the main crank.

"Zerinna! What is happening?" Whisper demanded as the board rose, pulling him upright even as another swung into place behind him, and the stallion soon found himself standing on his hind legs and pressed almost flat against the inner surface of one of the walls, his right shoulder resting against the wall facing the mirror. He felt his muscles stretch a little at the unnatural position, but then realized that the padded boards were positioned such to let him be able to rest his weight on them, taking the strain and effort off his back legs, and making it possible to hold the position much more comfortably than it might otherwise be.

The zebra made some reply, which he of course couldn't understand, but which sounded impatient. She reached around him at near hip level, and he saw there was a section of the wall there that could be slid up or down. It had a hoof sized hole in it, and the mare pulled it down until the hole was lined up right in front of his sheath.

"... Zerinna," Whisper said, in a suddenly very small voice, the anxiety there creeping up towards panic. "Is...is that...is this thing a mobile glory hole?" he choked out.

The mare suddenly smiled at him, the expression subtle but somehow very intense all the same. "Glory hole," she repeated with an affirmative nod, the words richly flavored with a heavy accent, but still perfectly understandable.

"...no. No you can't be serious," Whisper said, his eyes wide as he stared in disbelief at the zebra. He pointed a trembling hoof at her, then at himself, and then through the wall towards the mirrored wall. "You are not honestly suggesting..."

Zerinna nodded neatly, and Whisper felt the bottom drop out of his stomach. There was no way he could do this. There was no way this was really happening! He was misunderstanding, he had to be, there was just no way she wanted him to...that she would be willing to use him for...there was just no way!

He stared at her for a few long seconds, trying to bludgeon his brain into working properly, because it was obviously malfunctioning. His libido was frantically insisting otherwise, and all but begging and screaming at his confidence, or lack thereof, to stop trying to ruin everything. Zerinna meanwhile stared back at him, her eyes taking on a stubborn yet somehow also pleading look that was doing a lot of heavy lifting as it tried to convey a whole host of argument that she couldn't deliver verbally to him. She made a frustrated noise, and then pointed a hoof at his sheath, and then opened her mouth and pointed inside.

"Sweet Celestia's swollen sunny sides, you are being serious," Whisper whispered, his whole body being swept by a tingling numbness of nervousness. He shut his eyes, and tried to focus on his breathing. He couldn't do this, there was just no way. His libido was about to break down crying at him, but he just couldn't. Okay, sure, he'd be hidden from view, or at least, all the recognizable bits of him would be. All anyone would be able to see was a cock coming out of a hole. But that would be his cock, on display for who knew how many ponies. The embarrassment of it all would be too much. Granted his cock would be on display so that Zerinna could play with it. His cock. Her mouth. Her lovely, talented mouth. His libido desperately threw memories at him of her playing with Copper, of the way she had taken the kirin all the way down her throat...

Whisper felt a stirring excitement down below, that mental image pairing up with his emotions and finally accepting that the reality in front of them really was real, that the opportunity was an actual thing. His eyes snapped open, and looked over at Zerinna. She was eyeing him hopefully, though her gaze kept shifting quickly towards the clock and back to him, a sense of desperate concern growing there as she tried to will him into helping her with her eyes. She spoke, her voice rather softer than normal, a little pleading quality there. But he couldn't, even hidden away so no one would know who's dick it was, he couldn't...

Could he?

No, no there was no way...

And yet...

No.

Maybe?

It was so unlikely...

But...but if he really tried?

"I am out of my freaking mind right now," Whisper groaned, thumping his forehead against the wall in front of him, and then looking at Zerinna. "Fine, alright, I'm in. Or at least, I'll try. But I can't make any promises."

The zebra cocked her head to one side thoughtfully, looking hopeful. She repeated pointing at his sheath and then her mouth, watching him. He nodded, and her expression instantly shifted from well hidden worry to a relieved happiness, and then to a playful smirk. The words that followed had a cheerful teasing quality to them.

"Yeah, whatever you say," Whisper replied as the mare hurried off to the side of the stage again, coming back with a small, circular mirror. It would have been of the right size to be a hoof-mirror, though it had a plain metal bar on it instead of a hoof-hold, and the same arcane script around the frame that the large wall mirror did. The bar let it be slotted into the side of one wall of the gory hole stand, and Zerinna tilted it to point the reflective surface at the outside of the hole, where all the action would be happening. Whisper had no idea what purpose it might serve, and sadly, the only individual in the room that did couldn't speak Equestrian to explain.

Zerinna meanwhile was still moving about, grabbing a tall floor mirror now, though this one had none of the magical writing on it, and she set it up on the other side of one of the lines on the floor. Whisper had a flash of insight, and guessed that the lines indicted what parts of the stage were actually visible through the mirror into the observation rooms. The mare positioned the seemingly normal mirror where it would be out of sight from the audience, but turned so that it would let the pair of them see each other around the wall of the glory booth.

Zerinna blew out a breath as she finally came to a halt on the action side of the glory hole. She glanced over at Whisper via the mirror, flashing him a small, encouraging smile, before looking up at the clock. She took another deep breath, and schooled her expression into a calm, cool, sultry look. She pulled off the impassive seductress look well. She looked at Whisper in the mirror again, and nodded.

Whisper shrugged, and nodded back. Zerinna blinked, watching him expectantly, and the made a pointed gesture at the hole, shooting a briefly worried look at the clock, then back at him. Her hoof made a rapid, circular ‘hurry up’ kind of motion at him.

“Well excuse me, I've never done this on command before,” Whisper protested, trying to get his mind in the game and think some sexy thoughts. It really should have been easy, after all, he had all the motivation in the world right on the other side of the hole. He had a pretty, sexy, and talented mare waiting to suck his dick after all. His focus however on that fact kept getting sidelined by his damn anxiety, and the longer he kept stalling out, the worse it got, the edges of panic starting to creep in. He was failing already, and he was going to ruin everything because his confidence just couldn't get over the idea of being watched, even if the pay off was a professional grade blowjob.

Zerinna groaned, her eyes making a snap check on the time. She then swiftly stepped around the side of the booth, her hooves grabbing one of the support beams and unlocking it.

“Whoa!” Whisper gasped as he had to take most of his weight on his back legs, clutching at the beam under his forelegs as he half dangled there. He gave another, sharper gasp as Zerinna’s mouth found his sheath, the intake of breath catching in his lungs as he felt he heat of her breath wash over the sensitive flesh, followed by the even hotter warmth of her mouth. A surge of sexual excitement washed up through him from the contact, his cock stirring to life with sudden vigor. His anxiety proved helpless in the face of the mare’s efforts, especially when she slipped her tongue down into the opening of his sheath, the tip running in firm, circling strokes across the head of his shaft. His erection didn't so much grow as it did explode outwards at that sensation, the heated, slick embrace of Zerinna’s mouth meeting the rising length with an enthusiastic suction. Her head drew back with his flare as his cock came to full mast, before then taking a few, rapid bobs, her lips sealed tight enough around his shaft that he felt it as a ring of pressure moving back and forth over his length.

He looked down at the mare, his eyes drinking in the sight of her face as she sucked on his cock, her expression focused and determined. He found an interesting fascination in that look on her, in seeing her giving a blowjob in such a clinical and professional manner. Sadly he didn't have long to enjoy the view before she pulled off his now full erection. She then grabbed him by the hips and shoved him towards the glory hole.

"Ack! Hey, I can manage that part on my own!" he protested, using his wings to try and pry her hold off him so he could get himself lined up, hopefully before she ended up slamming him dick first into the wall. He managed to get himself inserted through the glory hole without incident, thank Celestia for that, and then Zerinna slammed the support beam back into place, slapping him firmly on the ass with it in the process. He felt rather justified in being suspicious that she might have done that on purpose, but had no time to dwell on it as showtime arrived.

He couldn't see the main display mirror, but the shimmer of its activation was clearly visible reflecting off the surrounding walls. Zerinna made to hurry out around the side of the booth, but then sharply aborted the dash, clearly reconsidering. Instead she waited a moment, and it made Whisper feel suddenly very exposed as he realized the only thing visible on stage at the moment was the booth, the glory hole, and his waiting erection. He glanced nervously at Zerinna, who looked back at him with that coolly stoic look she had been adopting before she had been forced to come help him get ready. She held his gaze impassively for a few seconds, and then stuck her tongue out at him, her eyes briefly shining with mirth. Then she sauntered out from behind the booth in a sultry strut that invited the waiting eyes of the audience to indulge themselves upon her figure.

Whisper certainly took the opportunity to ogle, especially taking in the glorious view he had of her flanks as she slipped around the side of the booth. His gaze quickly flicked up to the mirror she had placed to let them see around the corner, watching as she pressed herself against the wall in a pose of ardent lust, running a hoof along her body sensually. Her gaze slowly turned to fall upon his waiting member, her stoic expression cracking slightly with a look of delighted discovery.

On the other side of the glory hole, Whisper felt his heart rate speeding up as he watched her tentatively approach his waiting dick, the mare slinking closer as if afraid she might scare her quarry off. This was it, he was really going through with it now. The nerves were threatening to get the better of him, as all manner of potential, catastrophic failures played through his mind on how he could still screw all this up, and for a horrifying few seconds he felt his arousal falter, threatening to rob his of his erection.

But then Zerinna brought her mouth down to his cock, her lips parting slowly as she leaned in. Her approach was slow, and tentative, her every move and expression suggesting she was about to indulge in some delectable treat, and that she did not wish to rush it. Her lips touched upon the tip of his flare in a light kiss, and she followed it up with a gentle swirl of her tongue around the head of his shaft, and losing his arousal instantly became the furthest concern from Whisper's mind.

Instead he suddenly became much more concerned about blowing his load early as the mare treated his dick to a mind melting tongue bath. The softly slick yet wonderfully strong length of supple muscle played over his flare as if his tip was the world’s greatest sweet, and her increasingly enthusiastic expression just further sold the impression. Her indifferently sultry look slowly gave way to a bright, burning eagerness as she kissed the tip of his cock again, her eyes half closing as she pressed her head forward lightly, her lips gliding up over the first few inches of his shaft. She moaned softly as she did so, the sound one of utterly indulgent delight. Her head slid slowly back and forward, her mouth stroking his length with each seconds long motion, the mare letting out little breaths of blissful enjoyment.

Whisper had to stop watching, closing his eyes and resting his forehead against the inner surface of the wall as he tried to keep his arousal in check now that it had been so inflamed. He couldn't do anything to pull his attention away from the feeling of Zerinna's mouth however, the wonderful warmth and wetness drawing pleasure from his steel hard length with every move she took. A little shudder ran through him as her lips slipped from the end of his cock with a soft popping release, her tongue then playing its way down one side and then the other of his shaft. He felt her muzzle come up under his erection, brushing along the underside, rubbing her cheeks against him in lustful affection.

His libido made him sneak a glance at the mirror, just needing to have a look, needing to have a memory of his dick laying across that lovely face. Zerinna's eyes shone with adoration as her tongue lapped at the base of his cock, giving every indication of being grateful to be servicing his member. Her tongue pressed up against the underside of his length as she drew her head back, the velvety sensation gliding up his shaft, until she held just his flare on the surface of her tongue, letting her breaths wash hotly over him. Her eyes flicked briefly towards the mirror, catching his gaze, and the contact between them in that moment sent a pleasurable jolt down through him.

Whisper shut his eyes again as Zerinna leaned in again, his cock sliding into her mouth once more. She took him in deeper this time, bathing more and more of his length in that wonderful embrace of heat and wetness. He felt the tip of his dick bump against the back of her mouth and she paused there, holding him in place as she began to suck at the length she held, and the soft slurping sounds she made were nearly as enjoyable as the feeling itself. Her head rocked back and forth in a series of short bobs, her tongue pressing up firmly under his shaft.

The pleasure of her mouth was growing more and more intense, and Whisper was amazed he hadn't gone over the edge yet. He didn't have much spare attention to give to the notion, though he suspected his nervous anxiety about screwing things up might have had a lot to do with it. Plus he had gotten himself off four times just yesterday, though with just how amazing Zerinna's mouth felt, he didn't know how much credit that really deserved.

Nervous or not though, he could feel the sexual pleasure of the moment turning needful. The enjoyment gained a small but growing pressure behind it, and he really tried his best to pull away from the sensation. He tried, but Zerinna kept pulling him back, or sucking him back really, the mare's head now sliding in long, pumping strokes that dragged the tight seal of her lips along most of his length. The sensations that followed that motion were making him light headed with delight, the shifting flow of the warm inside of her mouth and the cooler air outside, the pressure of her sucking traveling up and down his length, the sexual pleasure that lit up his mind and body from the soft firmness of her lips and tongue.

There was another popping release as Zerinna slipped off the end of his cock, and Whisper's ears perked at hearing her give out a series of heavy, panting breaths tinted with lusty moans. Then her mouth engulfed his dick again, pulling him inside until he had completely filled the invitingly wonderful space, his flare pressing to the back of her mouth. And then she kept going, and Whisper's teeth grit together as he felt a sensation of penetration as he slipped into the opening of her throat.

He almost lost it right there, the tightening pressure of the transition nearly overwhelming, the pleasure spiking to something just under his limit. He groaned into a wing, trying to muffle the noise as his body quivered under the assaulting bliss of the feeling as she took more and more of his cock down into her throat. It was even hotter in there than her mouth had been, the squeezing tightness hugging his length firmly as she gulped him down. He stole a glance at the mirror, and watched the mare press herself the last few inches to the very opening of the glory hole, watched as the bulge sliding down the front of her neck marked the passage of his cock. His cock, all the way inside the mouth and throat of that lovely, sexily exotic mare, her eyes lidded nearly shut in an expression of blissful enjoyment, her expression conveying a grateful worship of the dick she was swallowing.

There was no holding back at that point, just a final, futile effort to delay a moment more.

"Zerinna!" Whisper choked out, struggling to keep his voice hushed, and yet hopefully just loud enough for her to hear, to have some warning as purest lustful pleasure burst inside him, crashing through all efforts to hold it back. Whether she heard him or just somehow sensed the moment had arrived, Zerinna pulled back in a smooth motion, the feeling of being yanked from her throat the final straw, and Whisper's entire awareness was flooded under in absolute pleasure. Even behind his tightly shut eyes the world went white as the sexual bliss made him its plaything, running rampant through his body. It was some wonderful eternity later that his thoughts came back to something resembling coherence, and even then the pleasure had merely dropped down to the level of exquisite.

His eyes weakly focused towards the mirror as he felt his cock still pulsing and throbbing with his ongoing release, able to catch sight of his flare splattering Zerinna's already coated face with another few splashes of his cum. The mare brought her tongue up under his tip to take the last few spurts directly into her mouth. She held herself there as his orgasm finally started to die down, letting him leak and drip onto her tongue. Then she leaned in a little, her lips closing around his flare as she suckled at him, sucking the last bits of his cum right out of his cock with a feeling that ignited an orgasmic aftershock within him, and made his length twitch visibly.

Whisper sagged against the supports, breathing heavily as everything spun around him in a blissful daze. The pleasure in his body shifted from a sharp edge tension to a soft, mind numbing relaxation that his awareness slipped happily into. There wasn't much room in his thoughts for anything that wasn't that wonderful sensation, though a pair of ideas managed to bump around randomly. The first was that Copper was a massive idiot. Sure, home was probably better than sex...maybe. Though Whisper allowed that his view was probably skewed on that point at the moment. Still, leaving like the kirin did and burning the bridge that lead back to Zerinna's exceptionally talented mouth was just really, really stupid. At least from where Whisper was currently standing on the subject. Though again, he might be biased.

The second thought was that he couldn't believe Iron and the other guys actually got paid to experience this. Okay sure, they had to be willing to accept having sex for an audience, and to be sure to put on a performance and not just indulge in the experience for themselves, but still! This was their job. Which they got paid for. Whisper had most definitely never enjoyed his job anywhere close to how much he had just loved being part of this performance. Even the nervous doubt and lingering self-consciousness couldn't drag him down from the high he was currently riding. That had been the best sexual experience of his life, and yet he already wanted more, desperately hoped there would be more.

He glanced at the mirror, watching as Zerinna softly pulled back from the end of his cock. A slender strand of his cum and her saliva stretched from his flare to her tongue, glinting brightly as the light caught it. She drew back until it seemed the strand would have to break at any instant, and then gave her tongue a little swirl as she leaned back in, lapping it back up before kissing his flare. Her lips closed over his tip, her tongue pressing against the head of his cock until it felt like she was trying to slip it inside his shaft.

She pulled back, stretching out another glistening white strand, tipping her head back as her tongue wiggled side to side, making the liquid line dance. She slurped it up again, moving her head over the top of Whisper’s dick and opening her mouth to let his cum drizzle out along his length, glazing his cock with his own release. Her tongue made a firm pass over his shaft as she lapped it back up, cleaning him off, and then drooling his cum back out over his dick again. Her head moved to the front of his cock, and she sucked his length back inside the warm embrace of her mouth, her tongue swirling around his length to reclaim his cum once more.

Whisper blew out a soft breath as Zerinna continued to play with his cum and his cock, letting his head rest against the back of the wall as he just watched and enjoyed. His erection had started to droop a little, but the show and the continued feel of her mouth was enough to keep him from going totally limp. Her eyes glanced at him once, the look in them suggesting she was checking up on how he was doing. He gave her a hopefully encouraging smile, and her eyes shone with brief amusement.

At last she pulled entirely away from the glory hole, moving her mouth over by the little circular mirror hanging off the side of the booth. Her head tipped back a little as her mouth opened, and Whisper could just barely see her tongue swirling around through the white puddle within from his angle. He had a brief flash of insight, figuring that the smaller mirror must be for projecting a close up view to the audience. She gave it a moment, and then swallowed with an open mouthed gulp, letting out a long, lusty sigh.

Then the shimmer of the main mirror washed over the walls, and Zerinna heaved a little sigh as she let her expression relax. She got up, peaking around the corner of the booth at Whisper and giving him a soft smile.

“Intermission,” she told him, carefully pronouncing the word syllable by syllable, her accent still thick but not incomprehensible. She helped to unlock the supports on the booth, stepping back as he stumbled on out. Even with the beams taking his weight, standing upright like that for so long hadn't been the most comfortable thing in the world. He hadn't really paid it much mind at the time of course, finding it a small price to pay. Though now that he had the opportunity, he gladly stretched out the tightness in his joints and muscles.

"So...now what?" he asked curiously, hoping his tone at least conveyed some sense of his question. Of course, even if she got the gist, it wasn't like he would understand her answer. And indeed, he had no idea what she said in reply, but her waving a hoof in a 'this way' kind of manner was easy enough to understand.

Zerinna lead Whisper to a side door in the room, which opened into a short industrial style hallway, before then dumping the pair of them into a space that his mind immediately recognized, if by type if not this exact example. It was an employee break room. A bit more upscale than any at any company he had ever worked at, but the basics were the same. A few tables, a counter with some sinks, a fridge, a coffee maker. There were restrooms in the back, and a pair of rather nice if well worn couches. The place had a peaceful paint job and the type of generic paintings one found in business lobbies and hotel rooms.

Across from where they had entered, another door opened, and Iron stepped on through, followed by the twins. The big stallion was rather disheveled, with heavy leather cuffs around all four legs, and his flanks held signs of bruising and red welting. The two mares were dressed in black, form fitting leather. The trio paused a moment as they caught sight of Whisper, who felt his heart suddenly get shoved in a vice as he realized he was standing there right next to Zerinna, with his cum still all over her face.

Then the door behind him opened, and Whisper shot a slightly panicked look over his shoulder as the unicorn and earther stallions from last night came walking in, followed by a pair of mares he hadn't seen before. One was a rather tall earth pony with an amazon like build, her muscle tone sharp edged even through the dark green of her coat, her bright yellow mane flowing loose nearly down to her knees. The other was a pegasus with rather striking cyan colored fur and a mane of teal done in a very stereotypical wind swept style.

The vice in his chest released, but only so that Whisper could suffer what felt like a heart-attack as another realization hit him. Zerinna didn't speak Equestrian. So unless Check Mark showed up in the next few seconds, it was going to fall to him to try and explain the current situation. To all the sex workers at the club. Part of him very nearly wished for the heart-attack to be real. That would be easier to deal with...

Wip 5

"Whisper? What are you doing back here?" Iron Reigns asked, his tone not exactly acqusitory, but the big stallion had the air about him of someone trying not to jump to conclusions.

"Uhhh..." Whisper wheezed out, shooting a worried look at the very muscular pegasus. He tried to force his brain to put together something coherent to say, but it felt like trying to push water uphill.

"Oh finally!" a voice exclaimed behind him, make Whisper jump and spin around as the unicorn pretty boy he had seen at the show the night before stepped up to him. "Took Check long enough to find another guy to help fill out the roaster here. Nice to meet you, I'm Flash Bang," he said, grabbing Whisper in a hoofshake, and then a firm hug of greeting. "I tell you what, we have been drowning in pussy around here, which I know normally would seem like a good thing, but a guy needs a break sometimes, you know? You are actually really cute, I don't think we've had anyone like you before. I don't suppose I could hope you're bi, can I? Now that would be a show I might be able to find some of my excitement again for. Oh sweet Celestia, Sugar, look at this guy blush, he's freaking adorable!" the stallion exclaimed brightly to the tall, impressively athletic earther mare beside him.

"Yes Flash, very cute, now how about you let him breath a little?" the big mare suggested dryly. "It looks like he just got put through his paces by Zerinna. That's throwing the newbie in the deep end for sure."

On the other side of the room, Iron and the twins were watching Whisper with obvious suspicion, knowing something wasn't right about the situation. They knew he wasn't a new hire, and it was only a matter of time, probably seconds, before they outed him. He tried to speak up, to explain himself before they started making accusations, but his mouth seemed to have forgotten how words worked.

"Flash, I am afraid I must correct your assumptions here," Iron stated as he stepped forward, only to pause as Zerinna spoke up. The big stallion blinked at the mare, his expression turning from determined to uncertain, and then flashing through a host of emotions as the zebra went on at length.

"...well? Come on big guy, don't leave us hanging here, what's going on?" Flash asked impatiently.

"Uh, well then," Iron said thoughtfully, before turning to face Whisper. "My apologizes friend, it seems I owe you gratitude instead of suspicion."

"Iron! What did she say?" Prism demanded.

"Yeah, what is she doing with our client?" Crystal put in, glaring a bit at Zerinna, who just stared back at the mare with a thoroughly unimpressed calmness.

"Client?" Flash asked, looking from the twins to Whisper. "Oh no, come on man, tell me you're a new hire, I need you to be a new hire..." he pleaded.

"Uh..." Whisper hedged nervously.

"She's going to suck all the vitality out of him before we even get a chance to!" Prism protested.

"Seriously, do you know how long it's been since I've had two days off in a row?" Flash went on. "I am dying here. These mares are literally killing me one orgasm at a time."

"Like you'd want to go out any other way," Sugar noted sarcastically.

"I uh..." Whisper muttered, eyes darting around as he tried to keep track of everything.

"I mean yeah, point," Flash told Sugar. "But not now! I'm too young, I still have so many more mares and stallions to seduce! But you know, on my own time..."

"I can't believe you are poaching us like this," Prism shot at Zerinna.

"ENOUGH!" Iron suddenly bellowed, his voice like a physical force that made everyone wince and fold their ears back. "Right then, allow me to explain," he said, before glancing at the clock over one of the sinks. "No, never-mind, there is not time, allow me to summarize. Copper quit..."

"Nooooooooo!" Flash exclaimed in dramatic denial. "My free time!"

"Zerinna had no one to work with, and show time was in just minutes. So she conscripted Whisper here to help."

"Whoa! She took a client on stage?" Sugar asked, looking mildly alarmed.

"Our client!" Prism and Crystal declared hotly.

"Well, Miss Mark told her to improvise, so she did," Iron said with a shrug. "Plus she stuck him in the glory hole booth, so it's not like he actually had to do much of anything."

"Huh, okay, that's kind of clever actually," Flash allowed, briefly calm. It didn't last long. "Oh dammit it all, Copper you selfish bastard! How can you do me like this?"

"Wait, there is no way Check would have agreed to that," Prism pointed out.

"Indeed, which is why Zerinna did not ask," Iron said.

"Oh, she is going to have kittens when she finds out," Crystal said seriously.

"Probably, but that is an issue for another time," Iron stated. "Come on everyone, let us stay focused. We still have shows to finish out, keep it together." The big stallion then casually pried Whisper free of Flash, throwing a wing around Zerinna as he lead the pair of them aside.

"Thank you," Whisper said in a soft, grateful tone.

"No, thank you," Iron replied easily. "This could not be easy for someone like you. You are clearly not comfortable under much attention, and to then go on stage and perform? Gutsy."

"I mean...like you pointed out, I didn't exactly have to do anything," Whisper said bashfully.

"You mean other than outlast the clock, and Zerinna's efforts," Iron chuckled softly as he grabbed bottles of water out of the fridge, passing one to Whisper.

"Honestly, the nerves kind of helped with that," Whisper admitted as he took the water with a grateful nod. Next to them, Zerinna got into the cabinets, pulling out a wash rag and a potion bottle, the liquid inside a grass green. She splashed some of it onto the rag, and then ran it over her face, which came clean of Whisper's cum with hardly any effort at all. "I'm just glad you knew how to speak...what is that language actually?"

"Zebrican," Iron replied.

"...right, because of course, that really seems obvious in retrospect," Whisper sighed. "Anyway, you would not believe how relieved I was that someone was here to translate, rather than me trying to convince everyone of what had happened."

"It was my pleasure, after all, you helped Zerinna out when she really needed it. Doing a show totally solo? I would tremble at the idea."

Whisper huffed out a little breath that was nearly amused. "Yeah, well...I can hardly say I didn't enjoy getting to help her," he noted.

"Yes, that I can well imagine," Iron chuckled. "She is a sexy mare."

"Yeah, and very talented with her mouth," Whisper said softly, but emphatically.

"I have noticed this, yes," Iron agreed.

"Speaking of talents, you seem to be a stallion of interesting skills," Whisper noted. "What made you learn Zebrican?"

"Well, it would be difficult to maintain the relationship if I couldn't speak to my wife," Iron replied easily, and made a clear effort not to laugh as Whisper choked on the drink of water he had been taking.

“Wife!” Whisper wheezed once he managed to get his coughing fit under control. “You two are married?”

“Eight months now,” Iron said brightly.

Whisper just stared the cheerfully grinning stallion. He then groaned, and hid his face behind a wing as his blush came out in full force. “Belated congratulations, and early happy anniversary,” he managed as he mentally struggled to deal with the idea that he had just had his dick down the throat of another stallion’s wife, and that said other stallion was apparently finding the situation amusing.

“Thank you, that’s very kind to say,” Iron replied graciously, just sitting there and waiting with a mirthful patience as Whisper tried to cope.

“So, I guess this means you two have a pretty open relationship, huh?” he eventually asked.

“Sort of a necessity, yes,” Iron replied. “We met through working here, so we definitely had certain expectations and understandings when we started dating.”

“So work stuff totally doesn’t count?” Whisper asked, a little curious under all the embarrassment.

“Honestly, we are of the opinion that sex needs not be an exclusive thing,” Iron shrugged. “Our feelings for each other have nothing to do with orgasms.”

Whisper was thankfully saved from having to figure out a response to that by Zerinna shoving a bottle of some bright red potion at him.

“Uh, what is…?” Whisper half asked as he was forced to accept the bottle.

“Endurance potion,” Iron supplied, fussing a little as the zebra poked him until he shifted around to where she could inspect the marks on his flanks, muttering something that made the big stallion sigh and respond, his Zebrican a rumbling flow.

“Oh. Uh…okay, so I have no idea what the etiquette is for this, so tell me if I cross a line,” Whisper said awkwardly, clearing his throat before continuing. “Do you really think I need the potion? I mean, I think I kind of have uh, a lot of motivation going on considering who I'm working with,” he managed to finish bashfully.

Iron snorted with a smirk. “Trust me, take it,” he said seriously, pausing a moment to respond to something Zerinna said, before turning back to Whisper. “The potion is for more than just maintaining arousal. It helps even the excitement out, lets you last longer, helps you maintain even after you finish, and even soothes soreness from overuse.”

“…ah, well then, when you put it that way,” Whisper allowed, downing the potion and pulling a face. “Oh that is sour,” he complained, and then blinked as Zerinna pushed another potion at him, this one a pale blue. He glanced at Iron.

“Replenishment potion, to uh, reload the cannon,” Iron said tactfully.

“…this is a spunk regenerating potion?” Whisper asked incredulously. Zerinna sighed, reaching out and pushing the potion towards his mouth, her words sounding insistent. She gave Iron a look.

“She says you're going to need it. You gave her quite the load already, and she wants to make sure you have enough left for a good and messy creampie,” Iron translated, looking a little apologetic about the bluntness, and the bashful reaction it got from Whisper.

“…right. Noted,” he replied in a tight voice, letting Zerinna tip the bottle back against his lips. The stuff had no real taste, but instead seemed like someone had taken a totally flat soda, removed all the flavor, and somehow left the sense of all the flatness behind. It was at least something to focus his attention on, rather than leaving all his thoughts to dwell on the obvious implication that he was soon going to be having sex with Zerinna, and that she wanted him to finish inside her.

Zerinna went on, Iron nodding. “Ah, that is good idea. She wants you to put on the suit.”

“Suit?” Whisper asked, trying to focus on the conversation and keep both his nerves and lust in check as he tried to keep his imagination from jump starting a fresh erection with thoughts of banging the zebra hotty.

“The invisibility suit, after a fashion," Iron explained. "The material of it is enchanted to have no reflection. And apparently this means that, since the shows are projected via mirror, it allows someone wearing it to not show up on the illusion on the other end. Don't ask, unicorn stuff, I do not understand."

Whisper frowned thoughtfully at that, and then made a soft "Oh," noise of comprehension. "Let me guess...the suit covers the whole body, except for one, strategically placed opening, right?"

"Well look thinks he is so clever," Iron teased cheerfully, before nodding as Zerinna spoke up. "She is right, we should probably start heading back and getting prepared." He made a thoughtful noise, and then added. "Are you open to advice?"

"Always," Whisper said seriously.

"Big motions," Iron said with emphasis. "Sex for fun, it is whatever feels good. Sex for show, that is a visual medium, and bigger movements convey the sense of more enjoyment, even if it might not actually be. So, providing she lets you be on top, try for long and/or fast strokes."

"...can I just say how utterly surreal it is to have another stallion, one who could break me in half mind you, giving me tips on how best to fuck his wife?" Whisper said incredulously. "Like seriously, this day does not fit into the rest of my life in any form or fashion at all."

Iron chuckled, and patted Whisper reassuringly on the shoulder. "I know that feeling well. That was the feeling of my whole first week here. Now, are you ready?"

"I suppose I had better be," Whisper allowed, before holding up a feather. "Actually, one last thing. Would you mind asking her something for me?"

"But of course," Iron said easily.

"Why me?" Whisper asked, looking at Zerinna with bafflement. "I mean, yeah she had to come up with a solution in a hurry, but why me? Of all the potential substitute dicks she could have used..."

Iron nodded, and he had a bit of a back and forth with Zerinna, the mare looking thoughtfully at Whisper as she regarded the question, and answered.

The big pegasus made a happy sort of noise as he smiled at Whisper. "She says it is because you treated her like a pony, and tried to be good company even though you could not understand her." He sighed gently as Whisper looked confused. "You need to understand, many ponies have a habit of thinking, if someone does not know their language, then that individual must be less intelligent. Many are the ponies who have thought that, because she does not understand Equestrian, that she can not understand their tone of voice, their body language, their mood. It pains me to say and to know, but she has often become the subject of crude and derogatory commentary, to her face, from those that think that the language barrier alone can hide their poor behavior, and the amusement they take at her expense. You did not do this, but instead strove to be good and polite company. I am grateful to you for showing my wife such respect and decency. And I am glad to see the anger that sparked in your eyes as I was describing what she has dealt with."

Whisper blinked at the final words, and gave himself a little shake to clear his expression. "I'm sorry to hear she's been treated that way, that's awful. I guess I sometimes forget some ponies lack basic decency."

Zerinna added a few more words.

"Oh, and she also picked you because she agrees with Flash that you are very cute," Iron added, chuckling as Whisper blushed, and Zerinna smirked softly.

"He really is!" Flash yelled from across the room. "Especially when he goes all blushy like that!"

"Okay, enough eavesdropping out of you, we got a show to put on," Sugar declared, the big mare grabbing the unicorn by the tail and starting to drag him along towards the door.

"Oh come on, this has been the best drama we've had around here in ages!" Flash protested as he was hauled away.

"...right, I think I'll take that as my cue to go get ready as well," Whisper said, trying to push the bashfulness aside. The way Zerinna was looking at him made this exceptionally difficult.

"Good luck to you," Iron said bracingly. "I would normally add 'have fun', but I feel this is a given."

"Because it's Zerinna?" Whisper asked pointedly.

"Exactly. I know this will sound biased, but she really is the best of us at this," Iron said proudly, throwing a wing around the zebra in an affectionate hug. She shuffled her hooves a little, and amazingly, seemed almost bashful at the display of public affection. Which really just had to be a trick of the light or something, as Whisper's worldview just wouldn't accept the idea of someone who could have sex in front of an audience without blinking an eye being embarrassed by a hug.

"You're right, that does sound biased," Whisper agreed as he turned for the door. Zerinna leaned briefly into the hug, murmuring something quietly to Iron that had a gentle tone to it. "But I'm also more than ready to believe it is true as well," Whisper added as the mare moved to follow him.

Once back on the stage, Zerinna would lead Whisper on over to the collection of supplies and props. She got into one of the chests, digging around for a moment before coming out with a bundle of cloth, which turned out to be the suit Iron had mentioned. In all honestly, it looked like a Nightmare Night ninja costume, being an all black, full body covering, although without even the slit for the eyes. The material of the outfit was silky soft, and it clung rather snugly around Whisper's figure as he slipped into. He stepped in front of the mirror, and was amazed to not find himself in the reflection of the room. Granted that was what it was supposed to do, but it was still a weird feeling to see it in action.

He glanced over at the clock, and then at Zerinna, and felt a little tingle of excitement and anxiety settle in the pit of his stomach. This was going to be harder on his nerves than the first session had been. The glory hole had felt safe compared to this. There he'd had solid walls to hide behind, and he'd needed to do nothing but stand there and let the mare use his dick as a toy. Now he felt exposed, out in the open with just the hope that the magical outfit would do its job properly, and that it would stay on entirely. The potential for a wardrobe malfunction weighted heavily on Whisper's mind. Though not nearly as much as the idea of being an active participant.

Just having to stay hard and be played with had been relatively easy. He'd had no doubts or concerns about Zerinna's ability to deliver a show. Now he had to step up and perform however, and he had nothing but doubts about his own abilities. His few sexual encounters up to this point had been fun enough, but mentally reviewing them and stacking them up against the show from last night made them seem laughably inadequate and amateurish.

"Whisper," Zerinna spoke softly, and her following words broke into the spiral of worrying thoughts threatening to overwhelm his with anxiety. He really wished to know what she was saying, but her tone was soothing and reassuring. She stepped up next to him, and leaned a shoulder against his as she gave him a gentle smile.

"Yeah, you said it," Whisper replied, and leaned back against the pressure of that simple contact. "Got to stay positive, got to look on the bright side, right? I mean come on, I got the hottest mare I know wanting to...wanting me to..." He groaned, letting out a frustrated breath. He couldn't even say it, how in the world was he going to do it?

Next to him, Zerinna murmured out a few more sentences worth of commentary, the smooth tone of her voice comforting. She pressed herself more firmly against his side, rubbing against him invitingly as her muzzle brushed against the side of his neck. Whatever worries he might have had about his ability to perform, his libido was not about to be brought down, especially with a mare like her giving him such encouragement. The feel of her body against his, the smoothness of the suit between them adding to the tactile sensation of her touch, the knowledge that he had a sexy mare wanting him to rut her. His concerns might well have not existed as far as his arousal went.

Watching in the mirror as his erection seemingly grew out of thin air was something that ought to have been weird and surreal, but given the turn of events his life had take in the last hour, it was really just kind of interesting. He gave a brief wonder to how the enchantment on the suit worked to not only hide him, but to keep his presence from blocking anything behind him. But then he decided that Iron had the right idea to leave that kind of thinking to the unicorns. At least, for now, while he had a zebra babe rubbing herself against him in preparation for some sexy time action.

Zerinna regarded his reflection in the mirror as well. Or at least, the lack of reflection, save for the seemingly floating, disembodied dick hanging beside her. She reached a hoof under Whisper, giving his length a few encouraging strokes, helping him along to full size and stiffness. She gave his cock another thoughtful look in the mirror, before ducking underneath him and adjusting some buttons around the opening in the material there. Whisper blinked as he saw his balls drop into view, and looked down at the mare with a little blush. At least with the suit covering his face, she wouldn't be able to see the bashful expression he wore.

"Really, you want those in the open as well?" he asked dryly, trying not to feel so damn self-conscious about it. Zerinna glanced up at him, raising an eyebrow at his tone. She then leaned in, and ran her tongue along each of his balls. Her lips glided softly over the delicate skin, and then she inhaled both orbs into her mouth. Her tongue danced around and across her captured prize, making Whisper squirm and groan. She then released him, and shot a pointed look at him that asked him to question her again.

"Right, sorry, my bad, you're the expert, we do it your way," he groaned, getting a satisfied huff from the zebra at his tone as she crawled out from under him. She gave a look at the clock, and said something in a casually conversational tone as she turned to give him a teasing smile. "You know, I'm starting to think Iron had the right idea, learning Zebrican. You're driving me crazy with wonder about what you're saying, and who you really are behind all the personality in that voice."

She made some reply, but there wasn't time to ponder over it as the clock ticked down the last few seconds, and then the shimmer flowed over the mirror. It was time to put on a show. And Whisper froze as he felt his mind go blank as he tried to consider how to get started exactly. Fortunately, Zerinna seemed to already have a plan in mind, the mare striking a seductively alluring pose as the mirror crackled to life. Her eyes stared into the reflection rather intensely for an opening few seconds, before swinging around to regard the disembodied cock and balls waiting at the ready for her.

Whisper held still as she slipped up alongside him, watching in the mirror as she played a hoof over his length. Her expression was one of interest and curiosity, her touches likewise holding a exploring, considering air to them. She circled around him, eyeing his piece, and doing a remarkable job of keeping her focus where it needed to be to look correct in the reflection, even when his body would have been blocking the direct view for her.

She paused behind him, neatly slipping her hoof between his back legs without giving any indication the limbs were there, really working at selling the image of him just being the cock and balls. She hefted his sack, letting his balls roll gently back and forth as she tipped her hoof from side to side as if weighing the contents. She let them drop after a moment, resuming her walk around the interesting curiosity she had to play with. Zerinna eventually made a full circuit around him, reaching out a hoof to stroke his length as she circled, her touches becoming more and more exploring.

Eventually she stopped in front of Whisper, though her eyes stared through his chest at the spot where his erection waited. She carefully lowered herself, eyeing his cock as if trying to be friendly and inviting, as if she was trying not to scare off some shy woodland creature she was trying to coax closer. He tried not to dwell on the comparison, but watched in the mirror as she scooted forward a little, biting her lip with a hopeful expression. She then slowly opened her mouth, and waggled her tongue at his cock in an invitingly encouraging fashion.

Whisper only hesitated a moment before he caught on to what she wanted out of him, and he slowly shuffled forward, watching in the mirror as the floating cock drifted towards the mare's waiting mouth. He paused a bare inch away from her, close enough to feel the warmth of her breath spilling over his flare. He shifted his hips forward a little as Zerinna made a needful noise, until he felt the tip of his cock press gently to her waiting tongue. The mare moaned hopefully, tilting her head side to side in a motion that brushed her tongue back and forth over his flare.

Whisper pulled back after a moment, Zerinna leaning her head forward to try and maintain contact. She made a little whining protest as his cock pulled away, her eyes shooting a pleading look at the member. She scooted forward a bit on her belly, her mouth still open hopefully. The image of it sent a thrill up through Whisper, the role the zebra was adopting striking an exciting cord within him.

He slipped forward again, a soft sigh escaping him as he felt the soft warmth of her tongue again. Zerinna pressed herself forward as well, capturing his flare in her mouth with a happy little moan. His hips rocked, and he felt an extra little surge of pleasure at having some control as he rubbed himself against the mare's tongue.

The mare didn't spend nearly as much time building the blowjob up this go around, and Whisper didn't have a problem with that as she quickly got into a rhythm, her head sliding back and forth as she sucked enthusiastically at his length. She took him in a little deeper with each cycle, until he felt himself bumping up against the entrance to her throat. His hips jerked a little with each soft impact, wanting to feel that wonderful tightness around him again. At last he just couldn't take it anymore, and on the next forward slide he stepped in a little, delighting in the flash of pleasure that went through him from the feeling of gliding down into her throat again.

Zerinna made a soft, gagging noise as his cock bulged out the front of her neck, and despite the wonderful feel of it, the noise made Whisper freeze for an instant, worried he'd gone too far and done something wrong. He made to pull back, but the zebra never gave him the chance. She pressed forward eagerly, swallowing down his cock inch by inch, her throat squeezing and pulsing around his length as she made more gagging noises around him. None of it slowed her down though, until she had taken all of his cock into her mouth and throat. He gave a little gasp as he felt her tongue slide out, the tip brushing against his balls lightly.

It was just purest bliss, the sensations of wet slickness, of warm tightness, all of it engulfing his length in wonderful pleasure. His hips stirred, rocking his length within that orgasmic delight, enraptured to get to enjoy the sensation more thoroughly this time. He'd been too worked up the first time, and hadn't been able to fully appreciate the experience before Zerinna had gotten him off. He was glad he had listened to Iron about the endurance potion, as this was a moment he definitely wanted to last.

The thought brought with it the other bit of advice the big stallion had passed on to him, and Whisper went ahead and embraced it. The rocking of his hips turned into a slow thrusting motion that pulled his cock back out of Zerinna's throat, before driving on back in. He kept the pace slow, not having any idea just how hard she could take it, but even at a cautious speed the long, drawing strokes sent waves of pleasure surging up through him. He found himself delighting in not just the sensation, but in having their situations flipped around. Now Zerinna was the one holding still, letting him control the action, her mouth and throat his toy to play with.

Unfortunately it couldn't last forever, and after some wonderful eternity that still arrived too soon the mare pulled herself back, letting his cock slip free from her mouth. She panted heavily, and her face was flushed from the effort, but her lips were curved into a small if delighted grin. She gave Whisper's flare an affectionate kiss, before nimbly slipped out from under him, managing to pull it off without making it look like she was avoiding running into anything in the mirror. He watched her with close interest as she stood up, Whisper taking the moment to catch his breath, though it caught in his throat briefly as Zerinna spun neatly in place, flagged her tail aside, and raised her hips towards him in a very clear invitation.

Despite everything that had already happened, despite the conversation in the break-room and the very unsubtle implications behind the replenishment potion's purpose, it was hard for him to believe this was really about to happen. That she really wanted him to mount her. To have sex with her. To fuck her, and to fill her up with his cum. It was exactly as he had said to Iron, nothing about this moment matched up with any part of his life experience up to this point. But he sure wasn't about to let that stop him from taking the opportunity being presented to him.

Whisper swallowed dryly as he stepped forward, and did his best to mount Zerinna smoothly, wincing a little at the way the disembodied form of his dick bounced in the mirror. It was not a particularly clean approach as far as the illusion being presented for the show went, but it wasn't like he could have a do over either. Nothing for it but to press on as he used a hoof to nudge himself into alignment, letting his flare brush against the mare's folds as he lined himself up with her entrance.

He wouldn't have imagined he could feel any stiffer, any harder or more aroused, but somehow his dick managed it as he felt himself penetrating the the mare. The exquisite, silken softness of her insides as they wrapped around him, the pliable slickness supported by a surrounding strength that squeezed down firmly around him. The wetness and warmth of her pussy was as heavenly as her mouth and throat had been, and yet the differences were marked and noticeable. It was a whole other kind of enjoyment, and his cock pulsed eagerly as he slipped his entire length inside her.

Zerinna gave an eager, fitful little moan as Whisper's cock filled her, and that sound sent a thrill through him that made his heart race. He drew back, pulling his hips in a long motion before thrusting back into her firmly, wanting to hear that sound again, and he was rewarded with another whimpering moan from the mare. He drew back again, another long stroke and a hard thrust to be met with pleasure. Pleasure to be felt, and to be heard.

Zerinna's legs quivered softly as Whisper found his pace, and the zebra lowered her head and chest to the floor as he fucked her, lifting her hips just that little bit further and pressing back each time to meet his thrusts coming in. His hooves moved to hook firmly around her waist, helping to pull her back and yank himself forward with the rapidly increasing speed of his pumping hips. He could feel the pressure behind the sexual pleasure within him growing, the stiffness in his shaft burning with increasing desire. He didn't want it to end, but he was also feeling more and more in need to end it, to find that final glorious moment of release.

Whisper did his best to hold that feeling in check, and for a time he actually managed to stave off the orgasm. The endurance potion was clearly working as advertised, smoothing the sharp need of his enjoyment to something easier to control. He slowed down his pace for a few dozen strokes, focusing on sliding the entirety of his cock in and out of Zerinna, actually drawing all the way out of her pussy before plunging back inside. But eventually, even with the potion, the need grew too insistent to be ignored, and he finally let himself give in to it.

Zerinna let out a shuddering, full throated moan as Whisper's pace sped up suddenly. She glanced back over her shoulder at him, though it was only for a brief instant before her gaze dropped towards his hips, towards the self animated cock that the mirror showed. Still, in that little sliver of time in which she had looked at him he had seen the lust blazing in her eyes, and at point there was no control left. He pounded away at her furiously, the desperate desire to finish building stronger and stronger, and he was surprised he hadn't finished already with how incredible the pleasure was feeling. It was more than he was used to, more than enough to have gotten him off, but it felt like something was holding him back. His thrusts became increasing frantic as he struggled to push past the sensation, to claim the release he so desperately needed right then.

Then Zerinna gave a sharp little gasp, her forehooves scrapping over the floor as she buried her face into the crook of an elbow and she wailed in orgasmic joy. Her body tensed, and her pussy clamped down tight around Whisper's cock, squeezing and relaxing in fitful waves. That feeling, of her getting off around him, of the sudden knowledge that he had just fucked her to climax, broke through the restraint, and his whole world turned to pure physical pleasure. It lit up his body and mind with ecstasy, and his cock began to pour his cum out into her. His shaft throbbed, each pulsing motion bringing a spike of pleasure and another blast of his essence to fill her pussy up with.

And it did not stop. Whisper had the vague notion that something was off, that the pleasure was lasting too long, but it just felt too good to care. He was aware that he was still cumming, still pouring out into the mare, but there wasn't room for much thought in that awareness. He could feel his balls contracting with each burst, could feel his cum starting to drip from Zerinna as he filled her to capacity and then more. And it still wasn't stopping, not even as his seed spilled out of her, puddling on the floor between her legs. He had a brief moment where part of him tried to be concerned, but it just felt too good.

Zerinna managed to be a little more coherent about things as she came down from her own orgasm, her eyes wide and her expression amazed as she watched the flood of cum running out around Whisper's cock, trickling down her legs and splattering onto the floor. She pulled herself forward, letting him slide out of her, but that didn't stop the flow. His next few loads splashed across her ass, whiting out her stripes, and Whisper's hips jerked forward almost of their own accord, grinding his length up between the wonderful rounded curves of her butt. His cock unloaded more across her back, coating her in his release.

At last the pleasure started to fade, his cock giving a few final twitches that dribbled the last of his cum out over Zerinna's lower back. It flowed down her spine, spreading out to drip over her sides, the zebra now mostly white under the thick layer Whisper had shot over her. He stared down at her, awe and some worry finally starting to break through the haze of the afterglow that was wrapping his mind and body up in a warm, happy contentment. As utterly amazing as that orgasm had felt, the results were clearly not normal, and Whisper found himself struggling to explain it, until he remembered the potions he had taken. Potion overreaction was something that happened to some ponies, but to see just how extreme it could get...

Unexpected though this turn of events must have been for his partner as well, Zerinna was enough of a professional not to let it trip her up. She moaned softly as she pushed herself up, making Whisper take a step back as she moved right up to the mirror, the quiver in her legs making his heart sing with pride, even if he suspected she was putting it on. She turned to present herself to the audience, her tail flagging to one side with a little splatter as it flung droplets of his seed across the surface of the mirror. In the mirror, Whisper could see her pussy, bright pink and swollen with arousal, and oozing with his cum. Zerinna tensed, and a heavy flow of the load he had given her came pouring out, some dropping to splatter on the floor, some running in thick streams down her legs.

Whisper watched with no small amount of fascination as she continued to present herself, the mare rocking and twisting her hips to show herself off at every angle. She reached back a hoof, spreading her entrance wider, letting more of his cum drip out of her. To his amazement, his cock was still stiffly ready, and the show she was putting on was managing to ignite the embers of his afterglow back towards lustful desire, the potions seemingly cutting his recovery time down to just a few scant moments. He stepped in closer, and couldn't help but smile under the mask of the suit as he saw her expression in the mirror, the reflection showing her freeze for a moment at seeing the disembodied image of his dick approach her, still hard and ready for more.

Then she turned to face him directly, her eyes bright as they met the blank space in the mask behind which his own sat. There was a challenging amusement there to meet the idea that he was ready for more, one that seemed perfectly designed to egg him on. She only took a moment to consider the situation, before she lowered her to the floor, hips still facing the mirror, and rolled onto her back with a soft squelching of the thick fluid soaked into her fur. She gazed up at him, and then at his dick, watching to see what he would do next.

Whisper hesitated a moment, a brief pang of uncertain anxiety flowing through him, though it faded swiftly. Whether it was some effect of the potions or just coming to terms with everything he had already done with the mare, he found it suddenly hard to really be worried. Which in itself ought to have been worrying, as getting embarrassed and fretting over things was something that came all too easily to Whisper. But in that moment, looking down at the mare as she lay in a little puddle of his cum, he found his worries and concerns had no support to stand on.

He stepped over Zerinna, shifting his hips to bring the tip of his cock to her mouth, and she took him readily. He pressed his length in swiftly this time, groaning in delight as she casually swallowed him down, the coating of her own juices and his cum not making her flinch at all as he shoved himself down her throat. His hips pumped, fucking her mouth and throat with long, dragging strokes, watching the bulge in her neck through the mirror.

Wonderful though it was to experience her mouth again, it was just a brief stop this time. Much as Whisper felt he could have spent hours wearing out the zebra’s throat, the real goal lay ahead, and he withdrew himself from her mouth after only a few dozen or so pumps. He managed to swing himself around a bit more gracefully than his mounting effort had gone, the path of his floating dick in the mirror more smoothly natural looking as he slipped between her back legs. Zerinna put her hooves up on the mirror itself, using the support to help lift her hips towards his descending shaft.

At the last moment though the mare reached down a forehoof, and nudged the tip of his cock lower. Whisper froze a moment as his flare came to rest against Zerinna’s back entrance, and he glanced up at her face. Her expression was one of playful innocence, though her eyes sparkled with a lustful desire. This was entirely new territory for the stallion, and while anal was something he had never strongly lusted for, he was certainly not about to balk at an opportunity to try it out.

Whisper had a brief moment of concern about lubrication issues as he pushed his hips forward, feeling the resistance of Zerinna's ass to his efforts. But the absolute mess of their mixed bodily fluids splattered across her rump proved up to the task, and he gave a little gasp as his flare suddenly popped inside her. He pressed harder, his length slowly sinking through the tight ring of pressure around her back entrance. The mare let out a long, sighing moan as he buried his cock in her ass, biting her lower lip around a lusty grin.

Zerinna pushed her hooves against the mirror’s surface harder, lifting her hips up entirely off the floor. She used the leverage to start swinging her hips up and down, pumping Whisper’s length in and out of her, and he discovered a whole new world of enjoyment in the sensation, the constricting band of her asshole gliding along his length a totally different type of pleasure than he had found in her mouth or her pussy. He let himself get lost in the feeling for a time, his hips rocking up and down in time to Zerinna's motions.

Eventually the mare started to falter, the awkward position she was in great for showing off the action, but it was clearly taking a lot of effort on her part to hold her hips up as she was. Her hooves were starting to slip down the mirror, and Whisper shuffled forward as she did so, managing to catch the back of her knees so they hooked around his rear legs. He considered their position, and shuffled himself forward more, bending the mare's hips up further, and then settling down over her into a full mating press. The act of doing so drove him in even deeper into her, and as he glanced back over his shoulder, he saw in the mirror the image of his cock pressing balls deep into the mare's tightly stretched asshole, her body seemingly being folded over from the pressure of the penetration.

He settled his forehooves on either side of Zerinna's head, looking down at her brightly smiling expression. And then he drew back and slammed down into her, pulling a delighted moan out of the mare as he resumed fucking her in the ass. There wasn't anything left in either of them for playing around or making a production of things. There was just Whisper on top, holding Zerinna down as his cock plunged in and out of her tight pucker in hard, body rocking thrusts. It was a primal, unrestrained kind of rutting, one that didn't give thought to anything but the base sexual pleasure of feeling the tight pressure of her ass sliding around the slick length of his shaft.

Whisper lost himself entirely in that moment. Nothing else matter but the glorious feeling of fucking Zerinna's tight ass. It was a total release from everything in his life. There were no thoughts, no worries, nothing to fret or be embarrassed over. Just the sex and the pleasure and everything else could fuck off. It was a freedom every bit as liberating as flight, taking him to a place where nothing bad could reach him. It was true and actual ecstasy, and he wanted it to last forever.

Eventually though it had to end. Potions and multiple orgasms might have pushed his limit far beyond normal, but the pleasure eventually reached the new goal post after several long minutes. Whisper was tiring out by then, his legs starting to protest against the unaccustomed use, sweat starting to soak through his fur. His cock was aching from the use he had put it through, even as it sang with the pleasure of being used. He had to dig deep as he felt himself getting close, one final surge of pleasure building towards release. He doubled down in his effort, ignoring the burning ache in his legs as best he could as his hips pumped at a ferocious pace, as if trying to fuck Zerinna right down through the floor.

The mare sucked in a sharp gasp as Whisper came for her once more, and once more he flooded her insides with more cum than his body ought to have been able to hold. She went tense, quivering with her own orgasmic enjoyment as he unloaded into her ass, still hammering away at her even as his cock pumped load after load into her, his thrusts soon driving his cum up and out of her with each motion as she was overfilled again.

Whisper's legs were trembling as he finally withdrew from the mare, his body shaking with his labored breathing. He stumbled a bit as he tried to step from over Zerinna, the image of his disembodied cock floating around drunkenly in the mirror. The mare gave a little groan as she lay prone for a bare few seconds, before forcing herself to roll over, and shove her ass back towards the reflective wall, displaying herself once again to the watching audience. And then the mirror gave a flash and a shimmer, and Zerinna let herself flop down on the floor, seemingly unconcerned about the pool of cum surrounding her as she lay her head down.

Whisper sat down awkwardly, and tiredly pulled the mask of the suit off, before using it like a rag to wipe some of the sweat from his face. He just sat there for a bit, feeling actually really good about himself. He was tired, and already could tell he was going to be ridiculously sore tomorrow, but he felt good. There was some disappointment that it was over, a bitter sweet feeling lurking at the back of his mind at the knowledge this had almost certainly been a one time thing. Although, maybe, if Zerinna worked as part of the escort service...it was an intriguing thought, though he wasn’t sure how to find out. He couldn’t ask her for obvious reasons, and there was just no way he'd have the nerve to try asking Iron. As open and casual as the big stallion had been about Whisper having sex with his wife for the show, there was just that little something extra in asking if he could fuck her just for fun that felt too awkward to broach with the big stallion. He supposed Check would probably be the best choice to get the info from.

Though thinking about the mare made Whisper wonder just how she was going to respond to the news that Zerinna had dragged him on stage like she had. Check didn't seem like the type to appreciate taking a chance on an unknown like him, not in front of her elite clientele. It would probably be a good idea to wait a few days before making any inquires. Besides, he doubted he would be in much shape to properly enjoy a whole night of sexy fun time for a while anyway after what the zebra had just put him through.

Which was probably about to make things really awkward with him and the twins. As excited-anxious as he had been before about hiring them for the night, now he was just physically and emotionally drained. There was no way he could really enjoy their company with how he was feeling. He was not looking forward to having to ask if he could reschedule. He doubted they got turned down much, even temporarily.

And on top of all that, he had to wonder just what had been up with the ridiculously copious quantity of cum he had released. Some sort of overreaction to the rejuvenation potion seemed most likely, but it was probably something he ought to get checked out.

Zerinna heaved a weary sort of sigh as she shoved herself up, murmuring a few words in Whisper's direction. He gave her an uncomprehending look of course, getting another sigh out of her. She then plodding on over to him on slightly shaky legs, and leaned into his side. A hoof pointed towards the door to the break-room, and she spoke a few more, rather insistent words.

"Yeah, okay," he replied, standing up and leaning into the mare, the two using each other for mutual support. He flung a wing around her, and together they managed to make their way along. They would find themselves to be the last of the performers to make it, everyone else already busy cleaning up and winding down, though there was a notable pause in activity as the two of them arrived.

"Celestia's sunny sides, what happened?" Iron asked in amazement, before launching into a string of Zerbican at Zerinna.

"Is...is all that...cum?" Prism asked, the mare's eyes wide as she regarded the utter mess soaked into the pair.

"That's...not possible," Crystal noted, in a tone that was clearly trying to convince herself. "Is it?"

"Okay, seriously, you never answered me," Flash spoke up urgently as he directed a pleading look at Whisper. "You're bi right? Come on world, you owe me this!" he added hotly in the general direction of the sky.

Whisper glanced around the room full of stunned, curious sex workers, and heaved a soft sigh. He was apparently currently too tired and riding too high on the afterglow to be embarrassed at that exact instant, but still. Explaining what had happened on stage with this group was not going to be easy.

"Hey uh, Iron?" he called over to the big stallion.

"Yes, my friend?" Iron replied uncertainly as he approached, eyeing the smaller stallion and his wife with equal parts curiosity and mild concern.

"You guys got showers back here, right?" Whisper asked hopefully.

"But of course, they are just through that door back there," Iron answered, pointing a wing, and staring as Zerinna peeled herself off of Whisper. Somewhat literally, the thick mess of cum soaked into her fur slightly gluing the two of them together, thick strands stretching between them as she stepped away. Iron made a rather squeamish face as she did so, one that only got worse when she noticed, and made like she was going to hug him.

"Great, thanks," Whisper said tiredly, turning to go get cleaned up even as Zerinna giggled an evil little laugh and started towards her husband, making the big stallion stutter out a quick string of Zebrican as he backed away swiftly. Whisper ignored it, shutting the door behind him as he plodded into the next room, finding it to be a communal shower area, rather like one might find in a locker room. He snagged a bottle each of generic brand shampoo and fur cleanser, and stepped under one of the shower heads. He paused a moment as he heard Iron's voice raise into a wordless cry of disgust, and then shook his head and turned on the water, letting the noise of the flow drown out everything else for a time...