Relation Intersections

"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…