Relation Intersections

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.

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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...