Cultural Differences

Even if he wasn’t as pent up anymore, George couldn’t get that heavenly muzzle out of his mind. So he decided to head to the Fuzzy Holes strip club that Friday evening to check out her show. He realized he shouldn’t worry about who saw him there, since they’d be there to look at alien holes themselves.

Most of them. As he entered, a certain older lady from his apartment was screaming at a confused bouncer, a surprisingly buff unicorn.

“Your damn alien slut is forcing herself on guys at my apartment!” she was screaming.

“But you said he went to HER apartment,” the bouncer said. “We can’t dictate who our employees date.”

“She has a boyfriend!” the lady screamed louder.

“Some of our employees have a husband AND a wife!” the bouncer shrugged. “Keep your culture shaming elsewhere.”

As the old lady screamed about wanting her ‘disciplined’, whatever that meant, George stealthily walked around them, wanting no part of that and sure nothing would come of it. He showed his ID to another bouncer and went inside. It was a normal club, mostly, though for some reason the Equestrian Embassy was in the same building. Weird.

The strip show itself was surprisingly normal, at first. Banana came out with another chocolate colored pony with a strangely shiny caramel mane and bright blue eyes. She had a cutie mark of a cupcake covered in suspiciously gooey white icing. They were both wearing cheerleader outfits with long socks and frilly panties.

“Hey Anons!” Banana waved to the cheering crowd as the booming music began. She smiled brightly, and George could have sworn she winked directly at him. “I’m Banana Paradise and this is the new filly, Caramel Cupcake!”

The dancing was actually impressive, even from a non-horny point of view. Ponies could leap quite high, and their soft bodies bouncing off each other wasn’t bad to look at. Though that’s where it started getting far beyond what he had expected to see.

Once they were done with the undress, tossing their socks out into the audience so patrons could fight over them like rabid dogs, they both bounced towards the same stripper pole in the center of the stage. They both collided with it, spinning around and intertwining their hind legs in the process. Embracing around the pole, they kiss each other deeply as the crowd’s cheering escalated, grinding their hips close.

At first he thought that they surely couldn’t be doing that full-on, but he should have known better. The video behind the stage showed a closeup of their drenched slits pushing together as they spun around the poll, leaving a wet strip around it that they drooled down their thighs and the shiny metallic surface. They slid to the base, rolling away from it towards the crowd, then began scissoring outright a mere foot from the edge of the stage.

George, who had gotten a seat near the stage thanks to her free ticket, could literally feel the sweat and secretions splatter as their wet bodies collided, the screen staying locked on their little pussies as their thigh fur became increasingly matted. Though George wasn’t sure this was dancing, their bodies still undulated to the music, and even their moaning was tied to the beat.

“Wanna see the new slut cum for you, Anons?” Banana cried out, and the crowd roared in reply.

Banana rolled over, flipping her teammate impressively so that she landed back against the wet stripper pole, then pinned her against it. Pushing her muzzle between the other mare’s thighs, she pushed her up the rod without even needing to put a hoof on her. Caramel reached one front hoof around to hold herself against the bar, but otherwise was balanced on Banana’s face as she slurped so loudly at her pussy that it could be heard over the music.

Pushing her muzzle more firmly, Banana eventually pushed the whole thing into the well-stretched hole, wrapping around her tightly as she dove her tongue inside rather violently. She thrusted her head, bouncing the other girl on her muzzle as she squealed happily up and down the pole. Banana kept her hind legs apart as well, both hooves rubbing around her own slit, and George couldn’t help but lick his lips. He couldn’t believe this kind of show was legal just because they weren’t human.

The two screens behind them were showing close-ups still, one of the muzzle-in-hole action and the other Banana’s hooves massaging her own drenched vulva, her thighs flexed as she held up the weight of her co-star. He’d never noticed how toned her little pony muscles were, and couldn’t help but think about how hard she could clench. George was harder than he’d ever been because of her, somehow, but didn’t quite have the nerve to whip it out and stroke off like some guys and a few ladies in the audience had. He was pretty sure that was illegal for humans, but no one called them on it.

Both of the mares came hard, and from the way she moved her behind and glanced back, George was certain Banana was aiming at him. As it blasted a mist over the cheering crowd, George couldn’t help but open his mouth and catch the spray. He blushed as he smacked it around his muzzle, then widened his eyes at the realization that her pussy actually tasted like bananas.

By the time he left, George was literally limping out of the club. He had to wonder if she’d be at the apartment when he got back, or if she’d stay backstage for a while before she went home, probably doing lewd things in a pile of writhing bodies with her co-workers. Damn it he couldn’t get it out of his head! How were horse-things so sexy?

He got his answer though as soon as he saw his car. Banana was there, sitting on his car hood of all things, waving happily at him as he approached. She must have darted out and found it as soon as she left the stage.

“Hey Anon!” she said as he got closer, and he didn’t bother correcting her. “Did you like the show?”

“Uh, yeah,” George admitted. “I think I might come to see more, for sure…”

He wasn’t sure what else to say. His eyes went a bit further south, looking at the somewhat moist spot on his car where she was sitting. She still smelled like sweat and a combination of her and the other mare’s juices, a rather fruity combination.

Banana giggled, seeing where his eyes went and spreading her hind legs a bit as she sat there on her haunches. Her little slit was visibly wet still, and he watched as another drop fell into his car hood. He worried a little bit that magical pony juice might destroy the paint job, but wasn’t about to stop her.

“I’m glad you’ve loosened up,” said Banana, as loudly as ever. “Especially since I gave you that blow job!”

Several other people in the parking lot looked in their direction with interest, which made George blush again, but he didn’t mind as much as before, especially where almost everyone wanted her. He’d never considered it that way before, but she really was a catch even if he was just her ‘on the side’ dick.

“Yeah, guess I have,” admitted George. “So you wanna… meet back at your apartment or… maybe even go into my car here?”

“Oh? You wanna fuck full-on finally?” she asked just as loudly, tilting her head with a sweet smile. “The car would probably get too hot inside, let’s just do it on the hood.”

“Ah well let’s just wait til we…” George started to make the seemingly logical argument, but didn’t know why he tried.

“But… I wanted to do stuffs now…” Banana weaponized her cuteness once again, flattening her ears slightly and sticking out her lower lip.

“Banana, if a cop drives by, it’d be a problem for me at least,” George tried to explain.

“Oh, no it wouldn’t!” her ears perked again as she smiled. “Since the Equestrian Embassy is in this building, we’re under Equestrian law while on the premises. We even have a park out back for humans to go have public fun!”

George blinked, trying to process that. He started to wonder if the efforts to make humanity lewder was officially sanctioned by their government.

Seeing he was speechless, Banana giggled, sliding off the hood of his car and leaving a moist streak. She bounced around to his other side, and when he turned to face him, she moved her hooves up to his stomach and pushed him back onto the hood where he had a seat. He glanced around nervously, noting that a few people in the parking lot had already noticed.

“T-there are people watching…” he gulped.

“I don’t imagine they’ll mind a free show,” Banana smiled sweetly, nuzzling at his groin before taking his zipper in her teeth again and tugging it down. “Besides, I want to be seen with you… relaaax…”

“Right,” George panted, looking back at her to ignore anyone else around them. “Unzip and dip, huh…”

She tugged his pants and underwear down as she had before, even if he was brighter red than before. Wrapping her tongue around his shaft, she toyed with it a moment before sucking it back into her muzzle like a frog catching a fly. She coated it in her saliva, keeping her muzzle a lot more open than before in the process, as if making sure others watching could see everything.

As she pulled herself up onto the hood with her front hooves, George lay back onto it, breathing heavily as she climbed up onto the hood with him. She grasped his hips in her front hooves, pulling him further up the hood as if wanting the act to be more visible, her little legs having surprising strength. She straddled him, laying her warm slit against his shaft and for a moment just dragging it forward and back to let her juice drool down onto him.

He couldn’t believe he was doing this, but she looked so happy and cute that he was, even as her hips rolled lewdly against him. She was too small to reach his mouth for a kiss in this position, but pulled his shirt up instead to lap slowly at his belly and up to his chest. It made him consider the size difference and how tight of a fit she could be even if she was a bit easy.

“Hey Banana!” her co-worker Caramel walked up, looking clean and soft as if she’d bothered to shower off after the show. She glanced at George, but didn’t comment on her friend about to ride some guy’s dick in the parking lot.

“Oh hey Caramel!” Banana replied with a friendly smile even as she raised up her rump, sliding a hoof beneath her. He felt a strange tickle around his shaft as the creepy sticky-hoof manipulated him and snugged his tip against her tiny entrance.

“I meant to ask,” said Caramel. “I left my pink fuzzy hoofcuffs here during my interview, you haven’t seen them have you?” What kind of interviews did they do for new jobs here?

Banana took a moment to answer as she pushed herself downward, squeaking happily. George felt her pony pussy sliding slowly over his tip, then pressed down further to envelope his shaft in the hot stickiness of her insides. He arched his back, gripping her petite behind and pushing upwards into her. It was incredible, rippling over him as it sucked him in, somehow feeling warmer than any human he’d felt.

Caramel politely watched and waited for Banana to be able to answer, smiling at the two of them no different than she might at a family dinner. She hmm-ed slightly, eyeing George carefully, and he had to wonder what she was… no he knew what she was probably thinking.

“It’s in the manager’s office,” Banana answered after a few moments. “Was the big griffin dildo yours too?”

“No, that’s Glistening Faucet’s,” Caramel said. “He’s going to use it at his next workshop: Cocks of Equestria.”

As Caramel spoke, she climbed up onto the hood as well, making George jerk a bit when she walked over to his head and moved to face Banana while standing over him. He was too distracted by the amazing flesh-massage he was getting to do much to stop her as he stared up at her own creamy-looking slit.

“H-hey… I’m um…” George started to introduce himself, only to have Caramel put a hind hoof against his mouth to shush him

“Shh,” Caramel said, as if she wanted to increase the kinkiness factor by not even knowing his name. Well at least she didn’t call him Anon, even if he felt like she definitely would later.

Banana glanced down at him, perking her ears up, smiling but also seeming to quietly check to make sure he looked okay with the imminent face-sitting. He definitely was, having more-or-less forgotten he was in public at this point, lost in the fleshy vice-grip on his dick. Either all his previous girlfriends had been terrible lays, or pony pussy was infinitely better. It was like she could control her inner passage, actively twisting and massaging him instead of only clenching.

He opened his mouth to moan again onto to get a face-full of Caramel’s plot, the mare sliding forward and back against him. He traced his tongue over her tight pucker and slimy slit, amazed that she tasted a lot like her name too, her pussy juice just a bit thicker than Banana’s, clinging to his tongue in a layer as he lapped at her.

“Gonna fuck some other guys after this?” Caramel asked between pants and slurping at Banana’s tongue.

“Nah, just this one for now,” Banana giggled. “I normally only bang guys I’m taken with outside of work.” George had to admit that was a sweeter response than expected.

As the girls embraced, they moved up and down on either end in sequence like he was a seesaw, just with more wet sloshing. Banana’s nethers were not only talented at milking him, but also clenched firmly at his base when he was about to go off to push him back from it slightly. He didn’t know how that would work, but he knew he would have normally coated such a dreamy hole in seconds.

Her curiously pushed his tongue between Caramel’s lips, allowing more thick juice to drool down it and feeling it suckle at him as if disappointed at the short length. He tried to make up for it by grasping her bottom with one hand, pushing his thumb against her tight anal ring as he did so. It slid in surprisingly easy, as if she’d already been lubed up from earlier activity, and received an equally eager clench as he fished around inside her. His other hand moved to her clit, rubbing his other thumb against it as his fingers traced over her stretchy labia.

“You’re so conservative, Banana,” Caramel said between squeaks. “I’m so horny after watching ‘Tuesday the 15th’ last night, I’m gonna take all cummers until I pass the buck out.”

Horror movies made her horny? That should probably have been disturbing but George was a little distracted by her tush in his face.

“Don’t wear yourself out, sweetie,” advised Banana as she licked up the side of Caramel’s face. “Sleep is important for a healthy life. And sanitize yourself between penetrations, else a human might get a disease second-hoof from the fluid of the last one in you.”

“Fine,” sighed Caramel, obviously a little depressed at being denied true sloppiness.

As for George, he had enough sloppiness to last him a lifetime atop him. Caramel was already oozing profusely all over his face, sloppier than his ex-girlfriend ever was, but when she went over the edge he choked on the sudden burst of rich goo sprayed into his mouth like a shower jet, so much that he briefly worried she might dehydrate. Yet it was more like sucking on a candy fountain, he never imagined any bodily fluid could be this sweet. He didn’t stop his playing with her tailhole and clit, enjoying how her body quaked atop him.

He was quaking almost as much as Banana slammed her body down firmly against them, both of their movements having gradually sped up as their lewd act continued. Her pussy was convulsing around him so much that he couldn’t even keep track of how the flesh moved, bathing his shaft in impossible pleasure but somehow keeping him from going off at the same time. That ended though when she went over shortly after her friend.

Banana was clenching hard, elastic lips rolling over him to touch every curve, so didn’t expel quite the splatter that Caramel had. He felt it back up inside her, gushing over him and then drowning his shaft, her tunnel seeming to suck him in so firmly that he couldn’t have extracted it no matter how hard he tried. Once again, he popped harder than he ever had before, mixing his sperm with hers and actually wishing they were genetically compatible for a moment.

The fillies kissed once more deeply, but apparently weren’t done with him. They both stood up on their hind legs, twirling each other around and sitting back down as if dancing atop him. When they came down, he felt Caramel wet bottom slam down on him as his shaft pushed up into her. Though it wasn’t her wet front hole that he got, but her tight pucker instead, using her friend’s juice as lube.

She might not have intended to go for that hole, as Caramel squealed spectacularly after doing so, more in surprise than pain. That didn’t stop her from continuing, her hips immediately working into a frenzy, and he felt her ass cheeks bouncing softly against his thighs as she rode him up her behind. He throbbed firmly, sensitive from the last go but not about to go soft.

Banana was somewhat more gentle as she landed on his face, whining happily at the touch on her freshly exploded flesh. She’d kept herself clenched, but now relaxed, and the milkshake of his own sperm and her juice rolled down over his tongue. He didn’t hesitate, swirling his tongue about her hole as he let it flow out, guzzling as much as he could, reaching up to hold her against him when she tried to back off due to his choking.

“I meant to land it in my puss, but still amazing,” panted Caramel, confirming what he suspected. “Need to practice that move.”

“Yeah you’ll need to,” Banana advised breathily. “Gotta be able to fall from a lot higher and land in the right spot.” Now that was a show he’d definitely want to see.

As they continued, George was brought slightly back to reality when a passing car honked their horn. He glanced around, realizing that there were no less than a dozen patrons actively watching them, with one lady getting mounted by one of the male strippers as she did so. He blushed, beat red on instinct, but found himself caring much less if he was seen. He did wonder though how many passerbys called the cops on this place without knowing it was okay here; that must be annoying for them.

Apparently Caramel took the suggestion to practice to heart, because she decided to do just that on George now. She yanked herself off him again, then slammed back down before his shaft even had time to change position, landing him in her pussy instead. Once again he was bathed in the flurry of clenches and spasms, but after a few thrusts she repeated the maneuver, switching back to her ass. She continued back and forth, raising her rump higher to get a hang of it.

“Yeah look at this slut!” Caramel shouted, bathing in the limelight of public sex. “I don’t even know this guy’s name and I’m riding his cock up both holes! Stick around if you want a go at this cum sock next!”

She was definitely as foul-mouthed as she was friendly, somehow even easier than Banana, but George no longer minded. What he wouldn’t give to have been born on their planet at this point!

Though George still preferred Banana’s ‘open but selective’ to that. Enough that he was starting to grow a bit jealous of her coltfriend for having first priority on what was easily the best pussy George had ever experienced. He cursed his short human tongue that he couldn’t get deeper inside. He’d slurped out all of the mess he made inside her, but continued to nurse on her.

As he had with Caramel, he pushed one thumb up Banana’s flexing behind, the other thumb working her clit. The second hand also reached up to grasp at her breasts, conveniently located lower on her body, and squeezed the spongy flesh. Though not as bulbous as a human’s, they’d definitely be fun to play with.

In fact, why shouldn’t he? He tugged her small frame backwards on his head. His yanked his thumb from her anus and instead pushed his three middle fingers between her soft pink lips as his pinkie finger pushed into her anus. She giggled happily as he moved his mouth instead towards her small breasts, slurping at one nipple and twirling his tongue around.

It seemed Caramel was a quick learner, her hips flying up as far as she could and slamming back down, hitting the mark every time and switching back and forth from one hole to another with perfect precision. After she’d gotten good at it, she calmed her flailing motions slightly, sliding her hips more evenly back and forth and giving each hole a few pumps before switching off to the other.

As worn out as he was, the lewdness of taking on two ladies at once in public kept his shaft ready to blast, and he went off faster than he had on the first go. Caramel purred as she felt him starting to pulse harder, slamming him down on her pussy to take the full load there and panting happily as her own movements slowly came to a stop.

“Celestia’s eldritch mane, this is amazing,” Caramel groaned, eyes still rolled back. “So many pent up males, so glad I got this transfer.”

Shortly after she was pulled off his shaft again, and at first George thought she’d switch holes again, but instead he saw the giggling pony dragged off him by one of the onlookers. At first he worried that she might not be okay with that without at least a break first, but it seemed it was no issue.

“All holes open for business, anons!” screamed Caramel before quickly getting her wish.

George was too busy to watch her though, concentrating on his private special somepony. He was surprised to find her lactating heavily, slurping out the sweet cream inside as his second hand could more freely grasp at her breasts. He moved from one to the other, only to find out in surprise that they had slightly different milk flavors, as if one was vanilla and the other strawberry. He had to wonder if this was natural biology or if they’d augmented themselves with their strange magitech.

“Oh, Anon,” Banana moaned. “I knew you were a classy gentlecolt the moment I saw you, gonna… mmph… just like that.”

When she blew again, he couldn’t help but move his face back to her nethers, though continued ramming her with his fingers as commanded. He opened his mouth to take in the splash of her pure nectar without his own icky human fluid mixed in, and it was unbelievably sweet. He gargled a mouthful, sloshing it around in his mouth and not even caring if some splashed in his eyes and started to sting a bit.

Once it was clear that she was done, one of the crowd reached for Banana as well, but she politely held up a hoof.

“Sorry colts,” she said kindly. “I’m only for Anon here, for now.”

“Damn lucky,” another in the crowd muttered. “Gets the hottest mare here all to himself.”

As she moved from his head, George sat up, tugging her into his lap instead and not bothering to pull up his pants. After all, plenty of people around him were outright nude at this point. He heard Caramel giggle-squeal behind them, followed by a happy gurgle as apparently another shaft got shoved down her throat. He had to wonder if she was taking Banana’s advice and sanitizing herself between partners or not.

George looked down at Banana in his lap to find a smiling face peering up at him with large adorable eyes. Somehow that made him blush more heavily than fucking and sucking her pussy in public.

“I can’t believe you turned that guy down, honestly,” George chuckled, unsure of what else to talk about.

“You know I didn’t just grab you at random,” Banana giggled, nuzzling at his chin. “I’m a pretty good judge of character, I knew you were a nice guy that didn’t deserve to be sad… don’t think bad of her though. She just wants to make as many others happy as possible, it’s a noble calling to be able to do that.”

“Wow…” George gulped, her sweetness making it far more awkward than if she’d been a cock goblin like her friend. “I don’t look down on her, not at all, but I’m… really happy you see me like that too.”

“I love you,” sighed Banana, laying her head against him, body somehow still soft as moist as she was. Why did she smell better the more filthy she was? So unfair...

“Um… is that okay to say?” George got increasingly nervous. “I know Glitter doesn’t mind you playing, but to say that… um…” He chuckled nervously. “I don’t want to steal you from a friend, you know.”

“Aw, that’s sweet,” she giggled in return. “But no, you aren’t doing that, no worries okay?”

George assumed it was more pony redefining of human words and relaxed. She continued hugging him like a velcro plush toy. Somehow just having this much of his flesh in contact with her was invigorating, and he felt himself grow hard once again against her belly. He put caution to the wind completely, pulling his shirt completely off over his head and dropping his shoes off so that his pants could come the rest of the way off.

He shifted her in his lap, turning her towards him and feeling her deep breathing against him. She looked up at him again with that sweet smile as he lifted her slightly and pushed his tip against her once again, this time against her tight little bottom. She snuggled her hips down, nodding up at him and flicking about her tail excitedly behind her.

“How do I still feel ready to go,” sighed George. “You ponies aren’t normal.”

“Silly Anon, we’re magical!” was all the explanation that Banana really needed to give.

“Yeah, guess so,” George sighed.

He ruffled her floofy mane, and she wriggled her bottom to push his tip against her rear entry again. Sighing again, he slid both hands to her shoulders and gripped before shoving her down firmly. Her oddly slick hole pried open easily and slid down to trace every curve of his shaft. She rolled her hips into a smooth movement, panting softly against his chest as he twitched his hips in return.

Ignoring the other weirdness around him, he kept his eyes on the bouncing mare in his lap. Banana giggled as she reached her nose up again, and he leaned down to touch his own to hers to boop them together. Her breath smelled almost as good as her pussy, so he lapped at her nose before they pressed into a deep kiss together. Though her rocking hips were gentle, her tongue was enthusiastic enough that he choked slightly before she calmed it down a bit.

“Mmph,” she said as she pulled her muzzle back, their mouths still connected with a string of saliva. “I guess you’ve had all my holes now!”

Honestly, he’d half expected her to reveal she had a totally different hole that he hadn’t known about. He decided not to say that outloud in case she did and she wanted something weird like ear-sex.

“I guess I’ll want to have those again sometime,” panted George. “Seriously amazing. So uh… if you don’t mind me asking, where’s your coltfriend today?”

“He’s gone for a few days,” she nodded. “Want to visit both of us when he’s back? He’s bi if you are!”

George was sure most ponies were. As for himself, George didn’t consider himself bi with humans, but wondered if he might be with ponies as cute as her coltfriend had looked.

“Maybe… maybe we can visit at least and see what happens?” George answered, though wasn’t entirely sure he should get involved in that either.

“Mmm-hmmm…” Banana purred and snuggled her head against his chest, so he leaned over and rested his chin atop her soft head.

The nice relaxing anal felt like a cool-down from their previous craziness, but her behind didn’t feel any worse on his shaft than her pussy had, nor did her soft moist cheeks resting against his sack with each rotation of her hips. He felt her reach a hoof down to rub at her slit again in time with their other movements, grunting happily with each thrust. He was still sure no one else could be both so lewd and adorable at the same time.

Not to mention, when anal sex in public on a car hood felt like a cooldown, he knew he’d found a kinky girl. He’d never try to take her from somepony, but he found himself wishing that she wasn’t already taken.

They finished their love-making more quietly too, her quiet squealing likely only heard by him as he felt her juice bubble over and splash onto his belly, her tailhole clenching and milking harder at his cock as she did so. After that she seemed to remain in a constant state of bliss, continuing the incredible massage for another few minutes before she pulled him over the edge, milking another load of his seed into the last orifice that he’d not yet expelled one into.

As he finally came down for a bit from the lustful evening, he felt himself grow red again with the eyes of all those looking at him. Considering how many eyes were on him when Caramel was taking guys three at a time on the next car over, Banana must really have been the favorite here. Maybe his girlfriend leaving him hadn’t been so unlucky after all.