A Lesson in the Art of Desire
It was the middle of the night in the city of Canterlot.
The busy city streets had slowed down considerably, with many ponies now in bed.
But this wasn’t the case for everypony. A good few ponies still wandered the lamp lit streets.
Canterlot was home to a great many ponies, and as such required many jobs to be completed at late hours.
One such business that was a prime example was The Draft House.
Sitting in its place on the street among the other businesses in the area, it did nothing to try and make a spectacle of itself.
Neat and tidy stone walls with rich wood doors and two lights alongside them, the building fit well with the fancy atmosphere of the town.
Anypony that looked closer however would notice this business was not a simple bakery or restaurant.
On a plaque, just to the right of the door, were the words that any curious pony walking by could examine and realize what the focus of The Draft House is.
The Draft House prides itself on offering only the finest of services to the good ponies of Canterlot.
Leave your worries and inhibitions at the door and let our experienced staff satisfy your most private of desires and treat you to some of the finest stock Equestria has to offer to your discerning eyes. We hope you enjoy you time with us.
All guests must be 21 and up.
Just inside stood a podium with a pony standing next to it, ready to take guest’s coats and show them inside.
The greeter took pride in their work, as the management and fellow ponies had taught them to.
The pony stood there waiting for the next guest to come in, reading a book to pass the time.
They were dressed in only the finest clothing, a silk pair of panties barely covering the pony’s shapely rear, allowing much of their plush cheeks to be easily visible. Socks adorned their slender legs, with the ones on their hind legs drawing more attention to their rear as they stopped just short of the bottom of their butt.
Despite the feminine appearance that was enhanced by elegant makeup and a long flowing mane and tail, this pony was the farthest thing from a mare.
Truth be told, in between the pony’s legs was the cock and balls of a stallion. A smaller set then average, but the intimate bits of a stallion none the less.
In fact, the same was true for all the other employees of The Draft House.
Beyond the door behind the pony at the podium was the club’s main floor, a sprawling open space equipped with a bar, tables and chairs, and a large stage.
All around the room, stallions dressed in mares cloths wandered, taking orders and delivering food to patrons. Most of whom were of the more manly stallion variety, their cocks erect under the table from the lewd display of the waiters that took their orders in seductive and playful voices.
That was only a small part of the experience however.
Behind the curtain of the stage, beyond the stage’s back wall was a dressing room, where only the finest stock of The Draft House was kept.
Each one was hard at work, preparing to be set free of their stall and the reins that bond them so they could dance wildly on stage for their many horny fans.
At one such stall was a rather young pony, just over the age of eighteen.
His coat was a greenish white, his mane and tail two tone green. His green eyes shone like wide emeralds in his reflection in the mirror.
This young stallion’s name was Pistachio, just another pony who had come to make it big in the big city.
The last few months had been such a blur for him.
Getting accepted into the Fashion University of Caterlot had been a dream come true!
He could barely contain his excitement his last few months before graduation so he could move to Canterlot.
It wasn’t long however before the young stallion’s world began to come crashing down.
He came from such a simple family of acorn farmers. They could barely afford to pay for his first semester of school, much less the next one.
His books, living accommodations, and food were threatening to bankrupt his family if they couldn’t find more money somewhere.
He had been so depressed for a couple days. His grades began to slip. After all, what good was trying if he wasn’t going to be able to stay anyway?
There was no way a young pony like him with no work experience other then farming could find a good paying job in Canterlot.
He would’ve been just another country pony that had to go home and wonder what might’ve been, had a friend had not introduced himself to him.
He had been sitting in a quiet part of the university library, crying into his forelegs about how much he was going to hate having to go home, when he had felt a hoof rest gently on his shoulder.
Looking back, he found a unicorn stallion with a white coat and blue two tone mane looking at him, a look of concern greeting him in the stallion’s pink eyes.
It had only taken him asking what was wrong for Pistachio to break down to the upperclassmen, crying and saying how he didn’t want to leave school and how unfair it was that he couldn’t afford to stay.
The stallion had given him a hug and comforted him, the two just lying there on the floor for a while as Pistachio clutched on to the fellow pony, the only source of compassion he had found in months and nuzzled his chest as the older pony rubbed his back and shushed him until he’d calmed down.
It was afterward the stallion had made him a generous offer.
He could come and live with him in his apartment rent free until he got on his feet, and he could get him a job at The Draft House that would help him to easily cover his expenses.
Pistachio had been hesitant at first.
After all working in a strip club wasn’t exactly what he had in mind when he moved to Canterlot, and while he was starting to become comfortable with his gay sexuality, he wasn’t sure if prancing around on stage in provocative cloths was something he was really up for.
Once his new friend, who he found out was named Strip Tease, showed him around the Draft House and introduced him to his fellow associates, he was actually somewhat excited to start work.
The strip clubs he’d seen before were usually dirty looking places where slutty mares would turn tricks for uncouth ponies to make a quick bit. Here at The Draft House however, everything was clean and tidy, and everypony prided themselves on a quality experience for quality clientele.
The selection of cloths available to dancers was something he especially enjoyed. Every color and style of underwear, corsets, bras, socks, bows, and much more awaited him in the dressing room that was at his full disposal, and he made sure to make good use of them in planning his outfits for the crowd in attendance.
Additionally, his living arrangement with Strip was better then he could’ve expected. The stallion’s apartment was way nicer and more spacious then his crumby dorm room, and his new salary from stripping meant he had more than enough for his school and rent to save money as well.
Plus Strip was a wonderful roommate, Pistachio finding him to be like a big brother. He would help him with his dancing, school work, and do fun things with him often like watching movies and going out on the town.
Pistachio finished reminiscing as he took one last look at himself in the mirror.
His face was adorned with fake eyelashes that paired well with his eye shadow and lipstick. A touch of blush was on his cheeks for a bit of color.
Stripped white and light blue socks clung to his legs, the rear one’s stopping just below his cute bottom, an asset in his new line of work that his fellow dancers had been showing him how to add volume to his rear with the right diet and exercise.
Even though it had only been a month, the young stallion could tell his formerly lithe frame was now sporting some extra weight in his rear and thighs, a fact that made him blush with excited embarrassment whenever he looked at it.
A matching pair of panties adorned his waist, wrapping his butt and package in its silky confines and tenting his front from the soft fabric caressing his cock and balls just right.
A light pink skirt was just on top, with an easy release to allow it to fall off at the moment he choose to expose even more of himself to the audience.
His chest was bare tonight of any clothing, the summer air of outside seeming to be perfect for it, but he did have some coat enhancer applied to his coat to make him look extra soft and desirable.
There was no denying he was cute. No. He was sexy. The most sexy and alluring femcolt in all Equestria. He fluttered his eyelashes and puckered his lips in the mirror, smiling with glee at how much he adored his cute reflection staring back at him.
“Ready to perform cutie?”
Pistachio turned and found his roommate standing behind him.
The older stallion was already dressed in a crystal pony style set of lingerie, its crystallized fabric accenting his white coat well and barely containing the sizable rear the feminine stallion sported.
His mane and tail were elegant and voluminous, and his makeup brought just the right amount of attention to his face.
“You know it filly.” He said, standing up and bumping his rear against his friend’s and making his way toward the catwalk as the announcer came over the intercom.
“Fillies and gentlescolts, please give a warm welcome to our first performer. As a farmer, this young filly knows a thing or two about growing a bountiful harvest and reaping it for all its worth. Please give it up for Ivy!”
A sultry tune played as Pistachio strutted onto the catwalk to the roaring applause of the audience.
The young stallion emboldened by the cheers as he strutted with a mare like gait to the pole at the end of the stage.
He leapt onto it like a gazelle, twirling around like a ballerina before flipping upside down and facing the audience.
More cheers followed as he brought himself upright and began to grind his body against the pole, stopping when the pole tucked between his butt cheeks.
Showing his remarkable flexibility, Pistachio brought himself downward, stopping when he was able to grab the waistband of his panties with his teeth and then slowly and gently bringing his hind legs upward toward his head and sliding the underwear slowly down his legs until they were off.
The stallion then brought his head back up, giving a coy smile and tossing the undergarment into the crowd for a lucky viewer.
His skirt was now the only thing covering his rear and crotch, making his best features much more visible to the adoring audience that only cheered for more.
It was now time for the stallion to perform the finale, making a final jump onto the poll and performing a few more twirls and curls that wouldn’t be possible for most ponies to accomplish, much less a stallion.
Finally, he ended by putting his body upside down as he finished his final twirl, griping the pole with both his front and rear hooves, allowing him to stick his thick and glorious plot out to the audience, who erupted in a fiery roar as he gracefully brought himself back onto the stage and walked back toward the curtain as the announcer began to announce the next act.
The rest of his night was much less eventful, as he served food and drinks and gave a few private dances before the club closed for the night and patrons began to exit.
As Pistachio began to make his way to the door and wait for Strip, he noticed somepony walking toward him.
He was a stallion with a white coat and purple mane and tail. He was well groomed, and had a quill and paper as his cutie mark.
The stallion wore a maroon blazer and a warm smile that made Pistachio feel surprising comfortable with him, despite never meeting him before.
“Hey there. I was wondering if you wanted this back?” Asked the stallion as he reached into his inside pocket and pulled out the pair of white and blue stripped panties Pistachio had been wearing on stage.
The young dancer just giggled. “That’s sweet of you, but we have plenty. They’re yours to remember me by.”
The stallion slipped the panties back into his pocket. “You know, it gets pretty lonely at night in bed by myself. Any chance you’d maybe like to keep me company?”
Pistacio blushed. He was a stripper not a prostitute! Still though, the stallion was super cute. But, he needed to maintain a professional image.
“That’s nice of you, but-”
“Oh right! I’ve got bits. Would ten thousand be ok?”
Pistachio was stunned. That was almost as much as he’d just made tonight, and this stallion was offering him that just to bang him! He’d probably jump into his bed for free any other time.
“I- uh- well-“ Stammered Pistachio, not sure what to make of the whole thing.
“How’s about twenty thousand? You look like you’re worth it. Especially after that performance you gave.”
Pistachio felt like his jaw was going to drop.
“S-sure.”
“Great! Let’s get going then.” Said the stallion as he wrapped a foreleg around the smaller pony’s neck and began walking him toward the door.
Pistachio turned back a second to let Strip Tease know where he was going. He didn’t want his roommate worrying about him, and wanted him to expect him in a few hours.
It wasn’t until he looked back that he noticed his fellow dancer was chatting up a stallion of his own, turning to give him a wave as he made his way toward the door and out into the dark night.
It wasn’t like Pistachio couldn’t handle himself. He may live in Canterlot now but he was still a tough farmpony on the inside. He knew how to fight with the best of them.
As nice and charming as his new friend was, he would’ve liked to say goodbye before he left.
Soon, Pistachio and the stallion were in a taxi the larger stallion had hailed, headed toward the residential district.
On the ride there, the stallion kept Pistachio close to him, his foreleg only leaving the dancer’s neck when they got in the cab.
Pistachio all the while just sort of rolled with it.
After all, it wasn’t like he’d really done this before. Up until twenty minutes ago he never even considered having sex for money. He thought it was unprofessional and a bit desperate at best, but how could he turn down such a handsome stud offering him so many bits!
As the carriage pulled up to their destination, the stallion exited and paid the driver before helping Pistachio out and leading him to the front door of his apartment.
It was a lovely little place, with a few plants adorning the stoop.
He could tell the stallion was eager, practically dropping his keys trying to open the door and nearly dragging Pistachio up the stairs to his bedroom.
The next thing he knew, Pistachio was on the bed, kissing the white stallion passionately.
After breaking the kiss, the stallion moved southward, finding the waistband of Pistachio’s shorts and yanking them down his legs before getting an up close look at Pistachio’s crotch.
“My my, such a small set for a grown stallion. It’s a good thing your rear was born to take it.”
“Eh heh heh.” Pistachio smiled with embarrassment.
He knew he was on the smaller side for his age, but he had no real desire to be on top. He wanted to be ravaged like a mare in heat!
Luckily, his companion was more than willing to oblige, only giving his erect member a quick peck before flipping him over and admiring his shapely rear.
“Now this, this is a real winner. Even better than most mares bottoms.” Said the stallion as he creped ever closer to it.
Pistachio trebled with anticipation as he felt the large stallion’s hot breath get ever closer to his taint, until he felt the warm and slimy feeling of the stallion’s tongue slip inside his anus as the stallion began to rim him.
Pistachio let out moans of pleasure as he squirmed on the bed, the stallion’s writhing tongue bringing him new feelings of pleasure he never thought possible as it slide deeper and deeper inside.
Just as he was about to reach his limit, the stallion withdrew from his ass, causing Pistachio to whine in disappointment.
“Don’t worry hun. We’re just getting warmed up.” Said the stallion as he crawled back up to eye level with his partner.
Pistachio gazed into the stallion’s eyes, a look of pure lust and longing on his face as Pistachio felt the head of his penis begin to nudge near his entrance.
Before long, the head had found its mark and Pistachio braced himself as he felt the big meaty rod ease its way inside him.
He moaned, enjoying how satisfying the feeling of being filled made him feel as the stallion pushed ever deeper.
Pistachio was surprised he could fit so much inside.
Sure he had a few toys at home he’d had plenty of fun times with, but none of them seemed anywhere near the size of this stallion’s real package.
As Pistachio felt the touch of the stallion’s balls tap his backside, he couldn’t help but marvel at how full he was.
Looking down to his stomach, he could vaguely make out the bulge of the stallion inside him, making Pistachio all the more excited from the intimate act as the stallion began to ease into a rhythmic thrusting in out of him.
Pistachio moaned as the stallion plowed his prostate, making cute moans that only fueled the stallion on top of him in his lust.
If Pistachio knew his first time was going to feel this good, he likely would’ve tried doing this a lot sooner.
In a sudden instant the stallion lunged forward, placing a forceful kiss against Pistachio’s lips that he happily returned in earnest.
A moment later, the stallion made a final hard thrust and came.
Pistachio could feel the warm semen coating his insides and the realization made him orgasm as well, sending ropes of semen onto his coat and his partner’s as the two caught their breath.
The stallion nuzzled Pistachio’s neck and brought him close, with Pistachio happily returning the affection.
The two ponies began to doze off, each lovingly held in the hooves of their partner.
Come morning Pistachio would take his leave, but not before leaving a nice note to the handsome stallion who’d brought him home to come see him again soon, signed with a lipstick kiss on the bottom.
Pistachio knew college wasn’t going to be easy, but he knew from now on it was going to be a hoot of a good time.
