Relation Intersections

"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...