I lounge on the couch reading the latest Daring Do book as Cloudy gets ready. Despite being a tomboy, she always takes longer to get ready than I do. It doesn’t hurt that I could probably tie my hair ribbon in my sleep. I can forgive her this time. It’s a special occasion, after all.
She finally emerges from the bathroom and we fly across town and land behind the club we work at. I hold the door open for Cloudchaser, and she trots in. I follow her into the changing room, and we get dressed for another night of work. We’ve got a casual dress code. Really, really casual.
I pull blue and yellow socks from my saddlebags, and Cloudy does the same. Ponyville High’s school colors, everything still fits half a decade after we graduated. It's always exhilarating putting on clothing. As a society, we don’t wear much. Most days I trot around town with naught but a ribbon in my hair, and that tiny accessory is still more than the majority of the population wears. But putting something on means hiding parts of our anatomy, and revealing what’s hidden is a turn on for most stallions and even some mares. Part of the appeal is the costume choices; it allows ponies to fantasize.
We’re the closing act tonight, and we’ve arrived a little later than normal. Black Cat is on stage right now, strutting her stuff with her tail in the air. I sit stage left, and with nothing better to do I watch the other dancers. She’s wearing a kitty ear headband, a black spandex leotard that hugs her curves, shoulder & thigh high black socks, and she’s trimmed her tail to look feline. Whatever color her hair normally is, she’s dyed both mane and tail black as long as I’ve known her. The only part of her that’s exposed is her crotch, which she’s showing off for everyone in the club.
The audience is underwhelmed. There’s some applause, and most of the stallions are at full mast, but the regulars have seen this before. It’s her routine, and while her dances change nightly, her costume never does. I’ve known her for months and even I don’t know what her true coat color is.
That must tick the fetish box for some ponies, because there are a few regulars that absolutely love her. But it’s why the club made her the permanent opening act. She’s a warm-up for the rest of us. I think she’s okay with that. She spends the rest of the night serving drinks and dragging patrons into the VIP lounge. Maybe they get to see her without the socks or leotard, but I doubt it.
Next up is Soarer, the new mare. A lithe pegasus mare, she has a white coat and beautiful silvery hair that really shines in the spotlight. It’s probably glitter, but it works well for her. I just hope she can fly like Rainbow Dash, because if Rarity ever catches wind of what she’s doing in a Princess Dress, sparks will fly. The tiara she’s wearing is flung off, as she parades around the stage pretending to be as regal as Princess Twilight Sparkle. It might work better if the stage wasn’t lit by garish strobe lighting. It just gives me the mental image of Twilight Sparkle at a rave. No, just no.
I catch sight of Cloudy, stage right. She rears, displaying a strap-on I haven’t seen before. I clench in anticipation, knowing where that’s going a little later.
Would I love Cloudy just as much if she were a stallion? I bet stallion Cloudy would have a big cock to fill me up. It would be like a strap-on, but better. Cloudy’s cum would fill me up and put a foal in my belly. The fantasy of Cloudy impregnating makes me insanely wet. I pull my panties aside and reach a hoof down to scratch the itch, and manage to squirt halfway across the stage.
Soarer stops mid-twirl on the pole. “Did you just squirt?”
I blush as I step onto the stage and nod, as the audience erupts into cheers and applause.
Soarer grins. “I’m so hot even the other dancers get off to me.” She grinds against the pole as the music starts back up.
“Keep telling yourself that,” I mutter as I smile and nod. It’s all an act. A show that must go on. An illusion that must not be broken. If I think she’s hot, then the audience will too. She’s attractive, but she’s not Cloudy.
Speaking of illusions, I’ve always thought I was a fillyfooler. But the thought of Cloudy breeding me has me hornier than I’ve ever been in my life. There’s no doubt about it, I’m not a fillyfooler, I’m a Cloudyfooler. I love Cloudchaser, and it wouldn’t matter to me if she was a stallion instead of a mare. Cloudy is who I love.
A sock smacks me in the snout. I stare cross-eyed at it as Soarer peels another sock off and hurls it toward the audience. Snapped out of my fantasy I make a show of smelling the sock (ugh, did she even wash this thing?) and then walk up to her and snap it into her flank, like a jock snapping a towel at a nerd in a locker room. The audience, most of whom are piss ass drunk, continues to cheer and whoop it up.
She hikes her tail, inviting me in. Sorry Soarer, but I only have eyes for my sister. A sniff of her crotch reveals she’s recently been rutted by Haru, her own brother. I chuckle to myself as I realize incest is popular at our little club. Her secret’s safe with me, but my secret’s about to be out for the world to see. Her tail is in the air, her assets are on display, and the audience is expecting me to do something. I slip the sock on, then jam my hoof into her pussy.
From her gasp, she was probably expecting me to take a taste. I continue hoofing her as she moans in ecstasy. When she finally collapses on the stage, completely spent, I slip my hoof from her now gaping vagina and peel the sopping wet sock from my leg. I hold it up for the audience, and they all wave frantically. I pick a stallion at random and toss it at him. The soak’s completely soaked, and lands true, smacking him in the snout with a satisfying splat. Vaginal fluid runs down his face as he stands up and bows, thanking me for the sock.
Kirino has helped Soarer from the stage, and she’s on deck. I take a seat in the audience and watch. She starts out slow, playing the shy card. That’s hit and miss with the crowd, but it works with her schoolgirl outfit. She lifts her skirt, flashing her panties at the audience. She knows what she’s doing, playing the role of a little sister perfectly. Her brother’s the bartender, and I can’t resist peeking over at him to see his reaction to seeing his sibling perform. His eyes are on her. The bar’s blocking my view of his crotch, but I’ve seen that facial expression on enough of our ‘clients’ in the audience to be 90% positive he’s sporting a throbbing erection.
I can’t resist sauntering up to the bar. I order a token drink, shaking him from his reverie. “Just a little liquid courage. My sister and I are next and… we’re going to do something special tonight.”
“Uh-huh.” He’s barely paying attention to me, going through the motions of mixing my drink. “There’s no way my little sister can be this hot.”
I snorted under my breath. He dated Black Cat for a while, but Kirino took the job here to break them up. If I was a betting mare, I’d say she has the hots for him.
I sipped at my drink as I walked toward the stage. I intentionally brushed my wing against Thunderlane and Blossomforth as I passed them. A gentle touch to break them out of their reverie. I could feel his eyes on my flank as I walked past them. Black Cat was the appetizer, Soarer the salad, and Kirino the soup, but Cloudy and I are the main course. It never hurts to remind the club’s patrons to hold it in a little longer. Cloudy and I are worth jizzing to. Cum buckets are provided under the seats, but there’s a reason the floor’s uncarpeted. It’s a lot easier to clean concrete. Tonight, we’re going to give them a show. A real show. Not that Thunderlane will need a bucket. Blossomforth’s his own little cum receptacle for the night.
Fantasy is important. Every stallion dreams of a threesome, especially with hot twins. Cloudy and I aren’t identical twins, but the family resemblance is strong. Ponies can tell with a glance that we’re related. More to the point, it’s not hard to make ourselves identical. Our coat colors are similar shades, and the only thing we need to do is dye our hair. For years, Cloudy dyed her hair to match mine. She was a Wonderbolt reservist and didn’t want them to know about her other, more profitable, job. Once she dropped out, I dyed my hair to match hers for a while. I love when she wears her Wonderbolt uniform to work. There’s nothing like watching her slowly unzip it and wiggle out of it. Sadly, that’s not the uniform of choice for the evening. She’s chosen to match my hair, and we’re wearing cheerleader outfits.
It’s Thunderlane’s birthday and we’ve known him since we were foals. We each had a crush on him back in our puberty years, when we were still figuring ourselves out. Tonight is his night, and our plan is to wow him with everything he loves. He’s still in the reserves, so he sees mares strip out of the uniform on a daily basis. Cheerleaders though, well, that’s a different story. He was a varsity hoofball player and we were cheerleaders. We loved distracting him during practice (not the games though; that would defeat the purpose of cheering on the home team). Tonight he’s going to finally see what’s hiding under those panties.
We’ve also taken the liberty of hiring him an escort for the evening, though Blossomforth probably would’ve done it for free. That mare can’t decide if she’s a whore or a slut. If there’s a cock around, she needs it inside her, whether they’re paying her or not. Fortunately for us, her rates are cheap. Fortunately for Thunderlane, the club’s really lax about fucking (if mares who aren’t on the payroll want to give it away for free, it just adds to the excitement and keeps customers coming back). The only problem is if you’re trying to fuck one of the dancers. Then the bouncers get involved. At least they do if you haven’t paid for the privilege in the VIP room. In the VIP room, anything goes.
It’s also why Cloudy and I don’t do the VIP room. At least not without each other. It isn’t cheating if it’s a threesome. Or an eightsome. At what point does it stop being a ‘___some’ and become an ‘orgy’? Eight’s probably enough to be considered an orgy. I really need to look that up. What’s important is that we do it together, and nopony who wants to bang one of us ever turns down the opportunity to have both of us.
My drink’s empty, and Kirino’s done. She gathers her discarded clothing and hurries back to the changing room. She’s dripping with sweat, but I hope she’s not going to go shower. If she does, she’ll miss the best part. Hopefully she’s off to work the crowd, because in a few minutes there’s going to be a bunch of ponies in need of some relief in the VIP room.
The music starts, something dubstep but I don’t recognize the song. It doesn’t matter. All that matters is Cloudy gliding across the stage from the opposite direction. We meet in the middle, Cloudy going high on the stripper pole, while I go low. We spin around the pole in opposite directions, her tail brushing through my mane twice per rotation, she flips upside down and soon I’m spinning through her mane and tail both. I pump my wings, spinning around the pole faster and faster.
Cloudy lets go of the pole, the momentum flinging her off stage and into the audience. Horny ponies reach up with their hooves to catch her but she spreads her wings and brings herself to a hover above them. She twirls around, her yellow cheerleader skirt billowing up to reveal her dark blue panties.
With all eyes on Cloudy, I retrieve the pompoms from where we’d stashed them offstage and then join her in hovering above the audience. Reunited, we do a cheer, spelling out the club’s name, and kicking our hind legs out more than truly necessary, showing off the panties that we aren’t going to be wearing much longer.
But first things first. I grab one of Cloudy’s socks with my teeth and pull it off her foreleg. I whip my head around, and a stallion catches the sock with his own teeth. My sister returns the favor, yanking one of my socks off as well.
I take her now bare hoof in my own, and lead her back to the stage. Once there, we tango. I lead, while Cloudy follows. I spin her, and she loses another of her socks while twirling, sending it somewhere backstage. Then it’s my turn to spin and lose a sock, and it joins Cloudy’s somewhere backstage. With our forelegs now bare, we rear and raise our hooves to the sky, shaking our rumps for the audience. As one, we lift each other’s skirts with a wing, once more flashing our underwear to the crowd. I don’t need to look to know every stallion is rock hard right now. The smell of musk overpowers the smell of stale beer and desperation that permeates the air in the establishment on any given night.
For most of our coworkers, working here is a last resort. Something that they lower themselves to for lack of other options. For my sister and I, it’s different. I love my sister. In every sense of the word. Most ponies find that disgusting, so we don’t normally advertise that fact. We share an apartment in town, but we avoid public displays of affection.
Except at work. Here at the club, nopony minds if I make out with Cloudy. Incest is okay if you’re twins. And sisters. And hot. We tick all those boxes, and so the club’s owner actively encourages us to go out on stage together and do whatever we want with one another. For a few glorious minutes at a time, Cloudy and I can show other ponies how much we love one another.
But tonight? Tonight we’re going to do something there’s no coming back from. The things we do with one another behind closed doors will once and for all be put on public display. We just need to lose a few more articles of clothing first. I hike my tail, lifting my skirt along with it, and yank my panties down, mooning the audience. Then I wink my clit. Hoots and hollers resound from the crowd, and I hear a couple of clunks that I think might be stallions banging their cocks on the underside of the tables they’re sitting at.
I quickly pull them back up, chastising the audience with a disapproving motion of my hooves. Such horny ponies. I shake my head. I still have a few socks to take off, and so does Cloudy. My sister lays down on the stage and I pin her to the floor, kissing her. I can smell her arousal, and even though her panties are dark blue I can see a darker, damper spot over her pussy. She’s as desperate to lose her undies as I am. But the show must go on. I reach back with my wings, yanking her back socks off, without ever breaking our lip lock.
She rolls over, and I find myself trapped beneath her. Oh. Darn. I’m trapped under the mare I love. What an awful thing. I don’t know how I’ll go on.
My socks join Cloudy’s in a heap, stage right. Sockless, we roll around the stage, battling for supremacy as to which of us will be on top. Cloudy has the advantage. She’s stronger, and she spent years training with the Wonderbolts. I’m just a cloud pusher. Any pegasus could do my job. I wince as I think of poor Scootaloo. Poor kid. OK, almost any pegasus could do my job.
As expected, Cloudy pins me. Her kisses trail down my muzzle, then my barrel and she stops as she reaches my crotch. She licks, and my panties become marginally damper. It’s hard to tell with as moist as they already are, but there’s no mistaking the tingling sensation as her tongue brushes my erogenous zone. We’ve been lovers a long time. She knows how to set me off in all the right ways.
I wrap my hind legs around her neck and trap her there. Go on sis, lick. The audience is shocked silent. They’ve all been fantasizing about this, but I don’t think any of them ever expected we’d actually do it. I release my hold on Cloudy and she stands up. That’s just a teaser. A little something to let the crowd know they’re going to get their bits’ worth tonight, and then some.
We return to the pole, and she lays on her back at the base, hind legs wrapped around the pole, and crotch pulled tight against it. I soar to the top and mirror her pose, facing her. She flaps and starts to rise, while I let gravity do its job and descend, slowing myself with my wings. We meet in the middle, kissing. Wings wrapped around each other, we spin as one around the pole. The audience has never seen anything like it.
I glance to the audience and see Blossomforth is trying to deep throat Thunderlane. It’s been a while since I’ve seen Thunderlane at full mast. I’d forgotten how hung he really is. I swell with pride, knowing Cloudy and I are mostly responsible for that throbbing boner he’s sporting. Even though Blossomforth’s been stroking his cock all night, it’s my sister and I that have aroused him. Now the little whore can finish the job we started.
I lick the pole. I taste Cloudy and myself, of course. I would know Cloudy’s sweet nectar in my sleep, and I’ve licked my hooves clean after masturbating enough times to have a good idea what I taste like too. Kirino and Black Cat have been working here long enough for me to recognize them as well, though there’s a new flavor added to the mix. That must be Soarer. Maybe I should’ve taken a taste when I had the chance. She’s got a tangy flavor that’s familiar, but I can’t quite put my hoof on it. I’m sure there will be more opportunities to do so in the future, opportunities I can share with Cloudy.
The song has ended and another has started playing. I don’t recognize this one either, but it has an obnoxious, repetitive beat that I really don’t like. My ears press against my head as Cloudy and I take each other’s hooves and stand at the front of the stage. The music is hardly suitable for a cheer and we motion for the DJ to cut it off, and she does.
“Who’s gonna win?” Cloudy asks.
“Ponyville!” the audience responds.
“I can’t hear you!” I say, holding my hoof up to my now unflattened ears to emphasize the point.
“PONYVILLE!”
My sister and I nod to one another, and rear on our hind legs, doing kicks and splits for the amusement of the audience. It’s been years since we did the routine, and we don’t have the rest of the squad to back us up, but it’s hard to forget routines that were practiced so many times.
“Gimme a ‘P’! Gimme an ‘O’!” We start spelling out the town’s name, and the ponies in the audience respond by shouting the letters back to us.
It’s the most warped pep rally in history, and I love it. All of the energy, none of the sexual restraint. Rainbow Dash is fond of crowd adoration, and she always explains the elements of a good cheer: screaming and hollering, loss of control, and passion. This crowd is demonstrating all of the above. She’d be proud of them if she were here.
I squinted. Or is she here? I think that’s her, sitting in the back corner. Trying not to look like the biggest carpet muncher in Ponyville and failing.
As the crowd shouted ‘E’ back to us, Cloudy and I turned around and lifted our skirts. With just the barest of tugs, my soaked panties hit the stage with a wet splat, as do Cloudy’s. Forelegs on the ground, and asses in the air, we’re presenting ourselves to the entire club. We kiss and the crowd erupts into cheers.
But wait, there’s more. Cloudy gently pushes me to the floor and starts sucking one of my teats. I have to give props to the DJ. Without missing a beat, she turned the music back on, this time to a romantic power ballad.
I squeak in pleasure as I orgasm. Cloudy hasn’t even hit my pussy yet and she’s already gotten me off just by working her tongue on my nipples.
“I love you, Flitter.”
“Love you too,” I huff in reply. She continues attending to my needs, while denying me the chance to reciprocate. Her own ass is still high in the air, and her tail is hiked. She’s giving the audience a full view of herself. For a split second, I’m jealous of the crowd. I love that view and I want to see it. But I will. Soon. Cloudy’s dripping on the stage, she needs me to take care of that burning desire.
Cloudy has finally moved on to my flower, lapping up the fluids I’ve leaked from my slit. Her tongue brushes my clit and it’s like I’ve been struck by lightning. My body tingles all over, electricity flowing through my veins.
I black out and come to thirty seconds later as my body slowly relaxes. I look down and Cloudy’s face is absolutely covered in my juices. She’s licking as far as her tongue can reach, but she’s not getting it out of her hair until we hit a shower.
I want to sit up and hold her head as she continues licking, but I can’t. I’m completely spent as Cloudy’s skilled tongue flits across my clit again and again. I can no longer tell if the orgasms are consecutive, simultaneous, or just one really long one. My brain is mush by the time she stops.
I open my eyes, but it takes effort. That’s when I see Cloudy’s slipping on the strap-on. Fuck. I forgot all about that.
She rolls me onto my stomach and I hike my tail. I can’t even get my ass into the air to present myself to her. She mounts me and the faux cock slides inside of my sopping pussy with no resistance. She finds her rhythm and I slowly start coming back to my senses as she gently thrusts inside of me. She’s intentionally going slowly to allow me time to recover, and I’m grateful. That was the most intense orgasm of my life. There’s no doubt this night will live on in both our memories forever.
I start moaning in pleasure, signaling Cloudy to pound my pussy as hard as she can. She complies and once more I’m orgasming hard. This time her face isn’t in the way of my squirting and I give the strap-on some more natural lubrication as my sister continues to fill me up.
She slides out of my cunt, and I turn around and start sucking on the fake dick, lapping my juices from it, and savoring my own taste. But the strap-on isn’t Cloudy, and I want to service my sister. I unbuckle the fake cock from her and it drops to the stage unceremoniously. I gently shove my sister to where I want her, and now it’s her turn to present herself to me, while I lift my tail to show the audience what they were missing.
I prod my sister’s pussy, tracing the familiar folds with my tongue. She’s hot and bothered, and I’m not sure how she’s made it this long without getting some relief of her own. But that’s what I’m here to provide. I swirl my tongue around her clit and she clenches as she orgasms. She needed that release, now to give her more. I know what she likes, and it isn’t hard at all to send her over the edge again and again in short succession.
I realize that it’s quieter than it was and look around. The club is empty except for the bouncers, bartender, the other dancers, and Thunderlane and Blossomforth, the latter of whom is sprawled over one of the tables as the former absolutely pounds her slutty slit.
We closed the place down? How long have we been at it? It doesn’t matter, as long as we can keep going. I reach behind me with a wing, searching for the discarded strap-on. Finding it, I buckle it around my waist. I rest my forelegs on Cloudy’s shoulders and take my first experimental thrusts inside. I whisper ‘I love you’ into her ear as I start pumping her harder.
I can’t pound her as hard as she pounded me. I don’t have her muscles. It’s why I normally use a bigger strap-on on her. But we didn’t bring it because we didn’t want to make the birthday colt feel inadequate. Thunderlane’s decently-equipped, but the strap-on we left at home is an absolute monster.
I don’t have that, but I have something else that should do the trick. I unbuckle the strap-on and slide my hoof into my sister’s slick slit. She gasps, much like Soarer had earlier.
I can feel her spasm as her muscles try to milk cum from my foreleg. I continue stretching her out until I’ve got my leg in as far as Cloudy’s comfortable with. I pull it back, then slide it back in, repeating it until she orgasms hard and collapses. “You’ve never done that before.” She pants between the words, struggling for breath.
I kiss her cutie mark. “We’ve done a lot of things tonight that we’ve never done before.” I roll her onto her back and continue kissing her, across her teats and up her tummy and barrel, finally stopping on her luscious lips. Our tongues dance and she sits up. She grabs the strap-on once more and I assume the position, hiking my tail. She mounts me and gives it to me good. It’s almost as if she had been holding back earlier, but decided to pull out all the stops after I hoofed her. I’m OK with this. I’m very OK with this.
After a few minutes of being pounded into submission by my sister/marefriend, my ear swivels as I hear masculine grunting. I turn my head and I can see Thunderlane rutting Cloudy. As my mind processes that, I start looking around for Blossomforth, only to find she’s positioned her snatch directly in front of me while my attention was elsewhere. I take a lick and my taste buds are assaulted not just by her vaginal fluids, but also Thunderlane’s cum. He’s already creampied her, and now he’s working on Cloudy. I hope he saves some for me too. He’s the birthday colt, and I want a piece of him too.
Blossomforth’s not Cloudy, and I don’t know her, at least not from a sexual perspective. I was under the impression she was all about the cock and not at all interested in fillyfooling. I bury my snout into Blossomforth’s snatch, as Cloudy fills mine with the strap-on, and Thunderlane ruts her. Don’t break the chain. Techniques I’ve spent years perfecting with Cloudy serve me well with Blossomforth and she orgasms as I explore her folds. Thunderlane’s warmed her up nicely. It doesn’t take much to keep her going.
I get knocked to the ground by Cloudy and Thunderlane, and Blossomforth’s pussy is no longer in front of me. Blossomforth turns around and watches as Thunderlane ruts my sister like there’s no tomorrow. Cloudy’s own thrusts with the strap-on are sporadic, but I can feel Thunderlane pounding her. With the faux cock inside me, Thunderlane’s thrusts are enough to make me orgasm, even though he’s not even inside me.
Cloudy orgasms seconds later, and I can feel Thunderlane’s hot, sticky spunk as it trickles out of Cloudy’s pussy and lands on my legs.
I pull myself out of the pony pile and present myself to Thunderlane. He pulls out of my sister and slides his still rock hard cock inside me. He rails me harder than Cloudy had, but not hard enough for my liking. I ram my crotch backwards into his as he thrusts forward into mine. My buttocks jiggle as we collide like trains on the same track. It feels so good. He picks up the pace and I match him. As much fun as the strap-on is, I’d forgotten what it feels like to have a real dicking.
Cloudchaser lays on her back and spreads her legs, and I push the jizz-stained cheerleader skirt out of the way and greedily dig in, lapping at the sticky cocktail of Thunderlane’s cum and Cloudy’s own juices. Blossomforth, not to be left out, sits on Cloudy’s face.
By the time Thunderlane finally blows his load deep inside me, the stage is a sticky, slippery mess. The four of us stayed there for a time, cuddling with one another. Thunderlane is the first to get up, and he heads towards the customer restroom to wash up. Blossomforth shakily gets to her hooves and follows him, no doubt hoping for one last fling.
That leaves me and Cloudy alone on the stage. Our coworkers have already left, meaning it’s up to the two of us to shut everything down. The janitor’s got a key and she can let herself in whenever she wants. Cloudy stands up, and she waddles over to the performer’s changing area. I follow her, taking note of how funny she’s walking. That’s probably from me hoofing her. She’s not complaining though, so that’s good. At least she enjoyed it.
I slide out of the cheerleader skirt and top that I’d never bothered removing, and toss them into my saddlebags. I strip the same garments from my sister, then gather up our socks and panties from where they’d landed. Or in the case of the socks our customers had caught, where they’d left them.
I hear the water start up, and I slip inside the shower and join her. I lather her up, happily washing away the evidence of what we’d just done. The memories will be enough, I don’t think we need a souvenir of the night’s activities. Once I’ve scrubbed her coat and mane clean, she returns the favor. I kiss her in the shower, enjoying the fragrance of the strawberry shampoo we’d used.
Once we’re clean enough to be seen in public, we towel each other dry. Tonight has been fun, but we’ll be sleeping in tomorrow for sure.
As Cloudy and I gather our things together, the janitor walks in. She takes one look at the mess and exclaims, “Oh, fuck this. Not today.” Then she walks out.
By Celestia’s pubic fluff, our romp was that outrageous we just made the janitor quit. Now that’s an accomplishment!
“Love you, Cloudy.” I peck my sister on the cheek.
“Love you too, Flit.” She kisses my cheek as we walk out. The moon’s high in the sky as we fly home, hoof in hoof.
