Standing beside the pole, Searne hunched down slightly, before jumping directly upwards. In a miraculous feat of strength, she wrapped one of her forehooves around the pole and allowed the other to hang freely. She kept herself up by digging a hind hoof into the pole, but allowing the other to hang as the free forehoof did. Having entered her rhythm, the lack of music or stylish effects lost all weight. With her senses dialed down to make room for her mind, she continued.

In this bipedal-looking state, she extended her free limbs gracefully, before beginning to rotate her torso until she became nearly horizontal again, posing similarly to a swimmer midair. Now, her free hind leg had moved close enough to the pole so that she could grab on with it. In a move that should’ve been completely impossible, she held herself onto the pole by her crossed hind legs and released her forehoof.

Night, Nano, and Wish were all stunned to silence by her skill. Her assistant continued grinning brightly, clapping his hooves together to cheer her on. Searne's senses seemed to reactivate upon hearing the sound, causing her to look toward the pony and put on an extremely forced smile.

Holding onto the pole with nothing but her hind hooves, she straightened her body upwards and moved her forelegs back towards the pole overhead in a stance similar to Wish's nervous pose from moments earlier. However, she managed it all midair, flaunting her incredible ability to keep herself steady in spite of gravity.

Afterwards, she began to make a descent, keeping intimate eye contact the entire time. She repositioned her legs so that she held onto the pole entirely with her thighs rather than her hooves, causing her to sit upright almost as though she were in a chair. She kept her forehooves on the pole, releasing one to stretch out and flamboyantly allow her entire body to hang and her torso to relax.

In this especially sexy pose, she winked at the stallion in the crowd. Much like an angler, she used this act as her bait to see what she could reel in. Nano's face suddenly became very flushed, breaking him out of his facade of restrained intrigue. He instinctively moved his legs tightly together to conceal his rapidly growing stallionhood, blushing harder as he realized his symptoms were all too visible.

Searne deliberately held eye contact with him, sticking out her tongue and hissing playfully in hopes of reeling him in further. Wish and Night were slightly alarmed by this, but Wish remained totally calm, giggling at his obvious signs of arousal. She put a hoof to his nose and held eye contact as well, hoping to distract him from his emotions. He appeared very confused at first, but soon giggled alongside her, letting out a sigh of relief as his body began to let off some tension.

With a bit of effort, she switched back into her bipedal position, placing her hind legs on either side of the pole rather than wrapping around it. With a single hoof above her head attached to the pole, she rotated herself so that she was now facing the pole rather than the crowd. In a feat of strength, she folded her body into one similar to the "loaf" form that one would take while lying down, yet suspended in midair by holding onto the pole with all four hooves.

She flagged her tail to the side, giving the entire audience an indiscriminate view of her perfect pussy. It glistened softly in the filtered sunlight, putting her elegant arousal on full display. Although her actions were slow and deliberate, a quiet wink of her clit shouted the truth. She flexed it again and again, allowing herself a moment of playfulness as she basked in the delight of their attention. A soft moan escaped her lips, blended with a short giggle before her body's openings closed quietly once more.

Nano blushed hard, pressing his thighs together in an effort to conceal his rapidly growing erection once more, but to no avail. Due to the fact that he was sitting upright, and he was already mostly erect, it stood tall enough to poke its head out from between the crevasse of his thighs. Wish glanced over at him, expecting the worst after witnessing Searne's masterful attack. Before he could get any of his own wild ideas to cover it up, Wish confidently stood up in her seat in order to reposition and lie across his lap. Nano breathed a sigh of relief, ashamed of his inability to have self control while stakes remained high.

Seeing them, Midnight let out half a chuckle and sighed, smiling.

Searne held her position for only a moment longer before deciding she needed to give her limbs a break. She wrapped her thighs back around the pole and positioned her hooves overhead again. Now facing the crowd, she saw the pathetic state of the stallion and stifled a laugh. With a grin, she descended the pole and took a bow for the sake of formality.

Wish, still lying across his friend's lap, gave her a round of applause. "Wow, that was incredible! You've got some serious talent!"

Searne produced a genuine smile. "Why, thank you." She giggled silently again, knowing that if her rival had even the slightest bit of skill, she'd know how trivial those tricks truly were.

Wish stared blankly for a moment, before visibly perking up. "Oh hey, wait a minute! Yesterday at the club we were trying to interview every dancer, but clearly we missed one! Miss Caco, if you would be so kind, do you have any advice for someone like myself, seeking to become a pole dancer someday soon?"

Searne bore a slight look of surprise. "Hm. You're attentive. Even though I only mentioned my last name briefly earlier, you remembered." She paused for a moment, as though reassessing her rival's value.

She continued. "You said you want advice? I'll tell you something that truly matters. In a career where your income is determined by how many ponies you entice to the point of pulling money out of them, your sex appeal is your strongest weapon. Not only that, but your greatest point of pride to put on a resumé? Body count. Do you know how many ponies I've taken to bed, Wishmaker?"

Wish shook her head.

"Ninety five. And do you know how I did it? By catering to the audience and maximizing my appeal. I sought out opportunities. I tweaked my appearance. I built a stage personality. To succeed in this world, you must cater to, and live for others."

Wish stared again, slightly wide eyed. "Wow, that's some seriously deep advice. Thank you. But, can we step back for a sec? How many ponies did you say you've taken to bed?"

Searne smirked, anticipating praise. "Ninety five individuals, many multiple times afterward."

"Ooh, alright. That's really cool!" She giggled innocently. "I think I've only done like... Two hundred and ten? Night, does that sound accurate?"

Before Midnight could craft her own estimate, the weight of something much more important engulfed the mare's anxiety-ridden self. Up on stage, the sunset-colored mare's confidence collapsed, staring blankly as she tried to comprehend what she just heard.

"Two hundred and ten? Two hundred and ten?" Searne mumbled. "How... How in Equestria... You? Some pathetic little startup like you has surpassed me with such ease?" She slowly grew louder as her temper began to ignite.

"Honestly, I might be low balling it. We were travelling Equestria for over a year, and I banged at least one pony a week, usually more." Wish tapped a hoof to her chin. "It helps when sex is more integral to your career than the actual dancing part." She giggled again, proud of her past accomplishments.

Nano bonked her on the head. "Wish!"

She looked up at her friend, who had subtly but undoubtedly lost his erection. "What? Did I do something wrong?"

Searne tensed up. "No, I refuse to believe this. You've got to be hiding something from me, Wishmaker. How could you possibly take anyone to bed?"

Night aggressively went through options in her head, trying to figure out the right thing to say to avoid a disaster. Nano took initiative, not trusting Wish to say the right thing. "She hasn't actually 'done' that many ponies, Miss Caco. I'm sure you know how-"

Searne interrupted him. "I don't care what you think. I want to know the truth, and I want to hear it from her."

Nano quietly whimpered, looking to the side, then placing a hoof on his friend's back.

With her allies being forced to the sidelines, something finally clicked in her head. Wish glanced up at Nano, took a deep breath, and faced her opponent. "It's true, I've definitely taken at least that many ponies to bed, but I have the skills to back it up. I do it for fun, and to encourage others to act on their horniness in healthy ways." She smiled confidently.

Searne paused, quietly regaining her proud posture. After a prolonged silence, she spoke.

"Show me."

Wish impulsively scanned the room for something to make sense of what she just heard. "...Huh?"

"Show me some techniques that could possibly warrant a triple digit body count, Wishmaker!" She exclaimed, puffing her chest up and looking down upon her rival from the stage.

"Are you asking me to have sex with you?" Wish stuttered, stifling a laugh through fear and confusion.

"Yes! I- No! Wait! Uhm..." Searne tripped over her words in her blaze of passion, blushing as she realized her mistake. "I want to see your skills in the field that you are most proficient in. It doesn't matter to me what that field is. I want to see you at your strongest."

Wish once again glanced at her friends for advice on how to respond. Nano's hoof remained softly on her back, petting her as he tried to keep his composure while his cock campaigned for the opposite. Midnight blushed lightly, keeping a firm grip on her shirt with one of her wings to manage her stress as she continued to try to keep herself prepared for anything rather than helplessly anxious.

Wish took a deep breath. "Alright, but only on one condition. If we want to have a level playing field, shouldn't we both show off our skills?"

Searne paused to think for a moment, gritting her teeth before letting out a sigh to symbolically relieve some stress. “Very well, I suppose that's fair. Shrapnel, head to the VIP room. That's a much more fitting environment for such a game."

The stallion rose, sporting an erection despite his quiet obedience. His usual smile seemed a bit brighter as well, putting a skip in his step as he made his way across the room to a decorated door. Searne followed behind, consciously flicking her tail and giving an unintentional peek at her cooch, which had concealed its clit out of anxiousness.

Wish faced Nano once more. "You down to show 'em our stuff?"

He stopped petting her and forced himself to giggle softly, keeping his mind clear of stressful fog as best as he could. "Sure, why not? I'm clearly not gonna need any prep time."

She smiled, before growing concerned for her anxious friend. "What about you Nightie? Are you gonna be okay?"

Midnight took a deep breath but held her nervous expression. “I have to be honest, I don’t know how well I’d fare in a situation like that.” She giggled, clearly more embarrassed thinking about the sex than physical threats. “I think I’ll just wait right outside the door. If anything goes wrong, I promise I’ll be there for you.”

Wish let out a gentle sigh and donned her smile again. “If that’s what you want, I have no problem with that.” She turned back to Nano. “Come on, this is gonna be fun!”

The room’s crimson carpet welcomed them in with a gentle softness on their hooves, a radical change from the otherwise uncaring and dull floor used in the rest of the club. The wallpaper in this room also seemed more intricate, bearing spiral patterns with a simple but appealing repetition. A large plush couch sat against the entirety of one wall, built to hold three ponies, but not quite two lying hoof-to-hoof. In a corner sat an equally plush chair, made for just one.

Shrapnel had made his way to the chair, politely awaiting directions. Wish trotted in with a smile, secretly somewhat forced as a means to keep her spirits high. Nano hopped on the couch without hesitation, pushing himself to relax as much as possible in a collaborative effort with Wish to keep things casual. He spread out his limbs as though he were in bed at home, despite the fact that the couch was nowhere near wide enough for that to be a good idea. He maintained a partial erection, as his body couldn’t quite convince his mind to completely relax. Wish followed his lead, joining him on the couch, sitting in the remaining space and inadvertently leaving everyone else to the floor.

“...is that everyone?” Searne asked sarcastically, standing next to her seated companion.

Wish stared at the door for a moment, taking a mental note of Night’s presence just beyond the wall. “Yup! We’re ready when you are!”

“Well then, go ahead and grant my wish, why don’t you?” Searne smirked

Nano smirked back, playfully flexing his erect cock to invite Wish over. She moved forward without hesitation, lying her head on his belly to provide easy access to what mattered most. She kept it light, giving his tip a cute little kiss before pulling away to glance up at him. His gaze was reassuring, but more so was the hoof he planted on her head, encouraging her to show off and take in his entire member. Wish rolled her eyes, subtly transforming something near her neck with a flicker of green light before thrusting her head down to his pelvis.

Searne recoiled in shock, physically stepping back as her eyes went wide. “How- how did you-”

Wish let out a muffled giggle before raising her head seductively, leaving Nano’s dampened member to waggle itself back into place. “I’m part changeling. Just had to toggle off my gag reflex and it was nothing,” she said with a wink.

An uncountable number of thoughts rampaged around Searne’s head, knocking into each other and making no progress towards coherence. She opened her mouth to spew a comeback, but couldn’t wrangle a single word to present.

Seeing her struggle, Shrapnel quietly hopped out of his seat and rubbed up against her side. “That reminds me of someone I know! Searne’s no changeling, but she’s special in her own right.”

“Shrapnel! You can’t tell them that, I need to keep what advantage I have left!” she blurted.

He ignored her. “A few years ago, she got lost in the woods and ran into me, by some miracle. I said I’d grant her one wish, like a bargain bin genie or something. But she didn’t ask to be saved, she was too proud for that. She asked to be irresistible to stallions, so I made her squishy.”

Searne scowled, blushing hotly. “Shrapnel! Again!”

He smiled guiltily. “Sorry, Wish said we should have a level playing field, and I agree. No secrets.”

“You grant wishes?” Wish asked eagerly. “Me too! How do you do it?”

Searne put a hoof on his mouth before he could answer. “Your partner’s gone soft, Wishmaker,” she said bluntly.

Nano blushed, partially regaining his erection while the mares continued bickering between themselves.

“Your partner hasn’t been hard since we got here,” Wish teased back.

Searne scoffed. “I could please both of our partners at the same time without effort!” She turned to face Shrapnel. “Get in the chair. It’s our turn.”

He obliged without missing a beat, politely moving back to his previous position with a certain pep in his step that could’ve been from fear just as easily as it could’ve been from excitement.

She turned around so that her flank faced him directly, before hoisting her hind legs up on the chair. One rested upon each armrest, effectively filling his vision with the most delicious carnal treasure he'd ever seen in his life. He blushed deeply as his member quickly sprang up, just barely short enough to avoid prodding his companion's underside. "Wow Searne, you're really going all out today. You haven't let me get this close in a while."

She felt her bits flex involuntarily at the compliment, turning her face red with a cheeky grin. "Go on, treat yourself. We're not going anywhere 'til you cum so hard you can't walk straight."

His pupils shrank, but his smile grew. Without a second thought, he dug his muzzle into her cooch and soaked in the aroma. Her scent was absolutely intoxicating, causing him to grow even harder as he unleashed his tongue into the petite flesh. She gasped softly, regulating her breathing to keep herself stable and in her greatest state of mind. As long as the stallion got free reign in a buffet of pleasure, it didn't matter if she came or not. No one can resist having such a beautiful mare all to themselves.

"Top this, Wishmaker!" Searne exclaimed, triumphant despite her body growing hotter.

While playing with her own partner's half limp member between her hooves, she replied. "Uh, no? I'm topping this! Looks like you're doing great though!" Searne rolled her eyes in frustration.

Wish giggled, slipping Nano's cock back into her mouth and teasing him with her tongue. He grunted softly, very quickly achieving a full erection again. Although doing things the traditional way was fun, Wish's veins flowed with creativity. Another flash of green light indicated that Nano was in for a ride, as her tongue instantly tripled in length and dexterity, wrapping around his dick like a snake with nothing but good intentions.

Nano's eyes went wide. "Uhh, are you sure that's-" he began to protest, before being cut off by a sharp gasp and a shaky breath. It felt incredible. Every inch of his shaft was cuddled by the embrace of warm, damp flesh, even dotted with taste buds that sent ripples of pleasure over his entire body. Precum flowed down from his exposed tip, giving Wish the hint to advance toward the head of his dick. Loosening her grip, she brought the end of her own tongue up to it, gently wrapping around and sending endless electric shivers through his body. After a few moments of relative stillness, she rapidly retracted the tongue, sending a spike of pleasure coursing through his entire being.

He bucked his hips impulsively, causing Wish to recoil a bit. With that subconscious signal from her partner, she knew it was time to switch things up again. She loosened her grip on his shaft, slowly retracting her tongue before zapping it back to normal. "Looks like you were really enjoying that!"

Nano struggled to regain his composure while his breath still wavered. "A little, yeah," he managed with a giggle.

Wish turned to face her self-proclaimed rival, prepared to make small talk, but instead gave an amused sigh. Searne had been watching them intently the entire time, barely holding herself together as Shrapnel went to town on her flank. They both remained in the exact same positions as before, Shrapnel struggling to pleasure himself with just his hooves as he continued eating out his companion.

"Searne, what are you doing?" Wish managed, on the verge of laughter.

"Warming him up, much like you have been." Her sentence was interrupted by a gasp as she bit her lip. "Except, I offer him a buffet of pleasure. He's got so many choices across my perfect body, but his instincts will guide him. If he crosses a line, he'll get what's coming."

Searne squinted and gritted her teeth, her labored breathing making it impossible to keep her composure. "Shrapnel, maybe we should-"

With his unrelenting tongue and utter free reign, her companion drove her all the way to climax, drinking her up as her flesh spasmed in his muzzle. He finally let off, pulling his head out to face her for the first time in several minutes. "Sorry, did you say something?" His smile quickly reduced to guilt as he processed the situation. "Was I not supposed to do that?"

Searne grunted, still catching her breath. "It's fine, I needed that." She glared at Wish despite the whirlpool of chemicals in her brain causing her to feel slightly tipsy. Seeing her cheerful expression, she managed a scowl, trying to hoist herself off the chair before coming to grips with her shaky legs. "Shrapnel, help me down?"

He nodded firmly, hopping out of his seat to butt his head into her chest, silently praying that her hind legs would be more stable than her fronts. She managed to regain her ground without much issue, repositioning so that she stood beside Shrapnel once again. Motivated by determination to defend her reputation, she made an impromptu plan to keep his lustful blaze burning. She laid down beside the chair with her belly facing up, sticking her hind legs in the air and waving them at him.

"Get over here, cutie. Let's keep this moving." She smirked, briefly turning to raise an eyebrow at Wish as if to silently challenge her.

Wish raised an eyebrow back at her, teasing the idea that she had a plan to counter her technique. In reality, she kept her simple intentions between herself and Nano. Still lying next to him and his excited member, she sat up to try a new position. In order to keep him on the edge without completely throwing him off into climax, she had to meet in the middle. She returned to standing on all fours, partially hovering over his exposed body. She looked back at her partner with a friendly gaze and smiled, holding her enthusiasm as she lifted her butt in the air to stretch, knowing how much of a tease it'd be. Both ponies felt their bits flex in anticipation before Wish continued the performance.

She casually maneuvered her flank down towards his cock, barely missing the mark and causing it to bend against her body. She stuck her tongue out and smiled at him again before wiggling around until it slipped inside her cooch. It felt warm and tight like a hug, but with a gentle wetness and subtle pulsing that constantly stirred his libido. He felt an intense pressure building within his body, creating a craving that would bring it to climax very quickly if he had any control. But Wish had him all locked up, teasing him more and more as she gyrated gently on his pelvis. After a few moments, Wish redirected her attention to Searne, leaving Nano to writhe in that craving with subconscious grunts and flexes, trying not to go crazy from temptation.

Holding her hind legs by her head, Searne seemed to be holding out perfectly fine. The cock thrusting itself between her thighs also appeared to be doing quite well for itself, keeping a steady and healthy pace. Shrapnel's expression was cool and collected despite the sensations washing over his mind, a clear indicator to Wish that things were progressing awfully slowly for them both. Seeing as she wasn't doing much herself, she spoke up.

"Why don't you just stick it in? It'll feel so much better!"

Searne replied in place of her busy companion. "As long as the stallion gets his way, he'll get all the pleasure he needs. My desires are irrelevant."

Shrapnel paused mid-thrust. "But it brings me pleasure to see you happy, so I kept myself away from your sensitive bits. I thought your body would appreciate the break."

Searne's eyes shifted to face him, before quickly wandering off to somewhere unimportant. "Thank you, but it's your pleasure that matters. We won't win if you don't disregard me and go for it!" She subverted her blush by allowing herself some enthusiasm, before quietly smirking and closing her eyes. "Stick it in, Shrapnel."

His pupils went wide alongside his grin, taking a moment to breathe before obeying orders. He threw himself into her, sending a jolt through the mare like a small earthquake. She gripped her legs and squinted, once again throwing her breathing off balance. Shrapnel continued thrusting into her divine warmth, pillaging her temple of flesh with every excited throb. It was an experience he'd been blessed with many times before, but he couldn't help but feel a hint of guilt at disturbing her body's natural beauty. The pressure building in his body kept him moving forward despite such feelings, cultivating that craving for pure carnal satisfaction.

Wish grinned at their display of passion, before feeling a slight grunt force its way out of her lungs. She instinctively went to move a forehoof to her bits, but paused as she spotted Nano. He was squinting hard, struggling even harder to keep his breathing steady. His member had been throbbing uncontrollably within her tight insides, finally forcing him to buck his hips up into her body to harvest the pleasure he needed to climax. Wish felt a guilty blush invade her face upon realizing she'd teased him much more harshly than intended.

"Woah, hey! Calm down, we've got plenty of time to finish," she calmly assured him, consciously pausing her gyrations. "Breathe with me, nobody's cumming just yet. Except Searne."

Nano tried to giggle, but still found himself gripping the couch desperately, making it rather hard to do anything on purpose. He focused his attention on her chest to the best of his ability, watching it gradually rise and fall as she drew out her breaths. He closed his eyes and followed the pattern, inhaling in for several seconds and taking the same amount of time to exhale. A few repetitions later, he could form sentences again, but his body refused to move his pelvis from the jackpot it found itself pressed up against.

"I don't know how much longer I can take this," he stuttered. His member flexed within Wish's body again, reaffirming any doubts in her mind.

She planted a forehoof into the side of the couch to keep herself from idly shifting around and driving him crazy. "Sorry, but you're just gonna have to hang in there. All the movement from me lifting off could easily be enough to push you over, or worse, it could only barely be enough and you'd end up with a ruined orgasm."

He grunted again, his pleasure slowly on the decline as he kept his breathing in check. "How much longer are you gonna make me stay like this?"

"Oh, it shouldn't be too long. Shrapnel's bound to cave in any minute now." She moved a forehoof to her face and grinned, watching them intently once more.

"Wish! Please!" Nano spouted, bucking his hips again impulsively. When she took her hoof away from the couch, she immediately began to idly gyrate on his dick again, erasing the progress he'd made in the past couple minutes to calm down.

"Sorry!" She giggled guiltily, returning one hoof to the couch.

Still lying on the floor getting plowed by her companion, Searne watched with amusement as Wish kept toying with her partner. She was confident that the bind they found themselves in could only result in failure. Wish easily could've taken her prize now and sent him into orgasm, but instead she attempted to share Searne's etiquette and wait for the other to give in first. Her diligence proved her to be a respectable opponent despite her childish habits which had reared their ugly heads countless times. As much as Searne hated it, she made for a worthy rival.

A long, crude grunt escaped from Shrapnel's muzzle as he lost control of his body. He arched his back and thrusted repeatedly into her velvety soft pussy, keeping his body close to hers and his cock as deep inside as he could manage. Searne released a moan in response, her face growing red from his aggressive advancements. "Focus, Shrapnel! Don't be an animal about it!" She gritted her teeth, reeling in the visceral pleasure as her temple walls began to crumble again.

He responded only with another suppressed grunt as he kept pace, thrusting hard and fast until the pressure building deep in his body gave way for a pressurized shot of cum to fire out from his member. The motions continued as several mores shot out, the throbbing gradually slowing as their bits became utterly drenched in an enchanting mixture of slick bodily fluids. He gave her body a final embrace before hesitantly breaking away, allowing his exhausted body a period of relief.

Searne cursed under her breath, feeling her own climax threaten to take hold. She was upset not with his performance, but by the fact that she was unable to maintain her composure through to the end. She dropped her hind legs to the ground on either side of her partner and took a moment to collect herself before closing her eyes and intensely concentrating. She scanned down her body and located her reproductive organs, making an effort to act despite her lack of strength. Her insides appeared to subtly shift around, twisting and bending before settling into some kind of pretzel shape she'd memorized like the answer to the hardest question on a life-altering exam.

She let out a sigh of relief as the weight vanished from her chest. "Good job Shrapnel, you held up well."

He gave a weak smile, struggling to stand straight. "Couldn't have done it without you." He giggled drunkenly.

Her gaze drifted off to the corner of the room again. "I would've appreciated it if you let me finish, but I suppose we can't all be winners," she teased, smirking back at him.

He blushed, sending his attention away to the corner that Searne seemed so fascinated by.

She rolled over onto her side, feeling very content despite the pressure still lurking inside her body. "Well, Wishmaker? How much longer do you plan to torture that poor colt for?"

Wish felt a guilty smile creep up her face once more, knowing that despite the overload of pleasure, he'd ultimately be just fine. She attempted to assert her expertise by taking a moment to concentrate on her insides and gauge the state of his cock. Thankfully, it seemed that enough time had passed for him to go at least partially soft. She could sense it pulsating within her body, though it was nowhere near as urgent as before.

"I think he's served his sentence." Wish turned back to face Nano, just to be certain that he was still hanging in there. Seeing him actively try to keep his arousal down by looking uninterested, she decided it was time to to get things moving.

"My sentence? is that where you're going with-" he joked in response, before being cut off by a startled gasp. He turned his attention back to his friend, of which he had previously only been able to see her tail and back. Now, alongside a wave of suffocating pleasure, her adorably wet pussy took up nearly half of his field of view. His senses were absolutely overloaded with horny desires once again, only this time, they would actually be fulfilled.

His mind rushed like a busy plaza full of ponies with goals of their own, all with equal critical importance. No single desire or prediction took priority over the other, they made sense only when seen from within the dust they kicked up from the paths they galloped across. A carnal craving was all he felt, and Wish was the only pony in the world that could cure him. She knew this well, as was the same with so many in the past, and many in the future. Without giving him a moment to doubt if his craving would be satiated, she pushed her flank back down onto his needy member.

He gasped audibly, feeling a wave of bliss rush through his body. Her pussy was smooth and slippery against his cock, warm and inviting. The feelings of pleasure were unbelievably strong, but he'd been given enough rest to not explode the moment she enveloped him. Still, his hips bucked slightly in response to the sensation, trying to push himself deeper into her. Wish's insides flexed around him subconsciously, trying their hardest to squeeze him dry as efficiently as possible. Despite his lustful haze, he noticed a distinct lack of desperation in her movements. He decided to level the playing field.

Whilst Wish bounced playfully up and down on his pelvis, causing him to buck his hips constantly, he bit his lip and attempted to speak. "Wish, take a look, you've got a bit of an audience, don't you?"

She was genuinely surprised that he managed to talk to her despite his intense state of arousal, and turned her focus to the others. Searne and Shrapnel were both watching intently from below, lying on the carpet politely without much else to do. Searne still seemed to be studying her techniques with a hint of spite, while Shrapnel was still quite dizzy from his own orgasm, but paid attention regardless. Seeing them below her, staring with a certain degree of interest, she felt herself grow a little horny.

She paused her bouncing to face her friend. "You sneaky little colt! If you wanted me to get more intimate with you, you could've just said!" She giggled, before standing up again to turn around.

Nano's mischievous grin immediately collapsed into a crude grunt as Wish lifted herself off of him yet again, leaving him alone with his cravings for a few moments. The idea of throwing out a comeback surfaced in his mind, but was suffocated again by a tidal wave of arousal. Wish had rearranged to have her positioned directly over him, with a forehoof on either side of is shoulders. She slowly descended her butt a final time onto his cock, positioning her hind legs in such a way that she could thrust his cock into her however she pleased.

Grinning down at his cute face with sultry eyes, she pounded him senseless. Although he had made her horny by teasing her with the idea of having an audience, she managed to focus herself on the physical motions and remain professional. She smiled genuinely at him as his eyelids fluttered and he grit his teeth, shifting through silly expressions as he tried not to make a scene. Wish felt him throbbing inside her and began to count down in her head. Right on cue, he exploded inside her, shooting deep into her body and spasming uncontrollably for several seconds. She consciously slowed her pace of thrusting, shortly deciding to keep him tucked inside for the duration of his helplessness.

Seeing the clear signs of Nano's climax, Searne made a comment. "Bravo, Wishmaker. You've put him out of his misery," she teased, with a little more bitterness than Wish could ignore.

Wish rolled her eyes, her head still turned away from them. "You know, if you're still grumpy from not getting to cum a second time, I'll gladly help out." She smiled in knowing how frustrated that'd make her, allowing her to peacefully dismount her partner and transform her insides to be able to absorb the semen without undesirable results.

Searne stood up, blushing hotly. "Excuse me?"

Wish smiled, hopping down from the couch. "Don't be ashamed!"

Before anything could escalate further, Nano let out a tired, quiet groan. He giggled, before attempting to make his way off the couch as well. His front left hoof reached the floor, from which he slid himself down until his back left did the same. When his back right hoof made contact, he felt his legs become shaky under the weight of his body. Hesitantly, he brought down his remaining hoof, causing him to quickly collapse into a woozy pile of stallion.

Searne cocked her head to get a better look at him. After a minute of tense pause, she looked back at Shrapnel, who smiled back at her innocently. She didn't smile in return, but turned away once more, and sighed. "Very well. I don't like it, but if this is the way that things must be, so be it."

Wish looked confused for a moment, then smiled. "Wait, really? Alright, I don't mind!" Before she even finished her sentence, her body flashed with a brief green light as her sex morphed into a stallion's package.

"Wish! What the-" Searne began, her face growing red for the millionth time in the past hour. "No, I was trying to say that I have some respect for you."

"Oh!" Wish exclaimed, flashing her bits back to normalcy. "Right. Thank you!"

Searne grunted in annoyance. "You make it rather difficult, but regardless, I must respect my competition. You've proven to be a formidable opponent. I look forward to seeing you in the club again soon." She quietly motioned for Shrapnel to follow her towards the door.

Wish paused to process what she'd just heard, before turning again to face her. "You had some awesome skills as well! I'm not sure I've ever seen anyone give an experience like you did with the chair. Would you call that a lap dance?"

Searne stopped in her tracks and bit her lip before facing her a final time. "Thank you. We'll be on our way now."

"Don't you want to stick around? We can discuss techniques, or you can tell us more about that weird squishy power-"

"Don't fly too close to the sun, Wishmaker."

Searne and Shrapnel filed out of the room, leaving Wish's heart to sink as her entire being froze with the feeling that she'd done something horribly wrong. Her pupils shrank and her sense of balance wavered, challenging her ability to break from the cold shoulder. When Shrapnel turned to close the door with a wing, he briefly came face to face with Wish, and smiled genuinely. Her eyes subtly broke from the curse to meet his, and she smiled softly in return. The door clicked shut, leaving her in silence as she attempted to regain her composure. Nano, still on the floor, picked his head up to check on his friend. Wish put a hoof to her face and squinted as if she was developing a headache.

Nano managed to pick himself up and made his way over to her, pressing his side up against hers. "You okay?"

Wish let out a labored sigh. "I think so. I just... didn't expect that."

He paused to think of a good response, but still being drenched in the intoxicating feeling of afterglow, struggled to come up with anything. After a moment, he spoke. "Ah! Ponyfeathers! Night's still out there waiting on us!"

She giggled softly. "Ponyfeathers? Such strong language," she teased.

He chuckled, before approaching the door with shaky legs in order to hold it open for her. She saw him struggling and went to support him, putting a hoof in front of the door to keep it open as they exited together, side by side.

They returned to the remarkably larger main area of the club, seeing clear sunlight radiate through distant windows. The stages which Wish and Searne had performed on were situated nearby, with only one pony in all the rows of seats. Midnight remained alone on a cushioned seat nearest to the door. The fuzzy material that made up the cushion had clearly been ruffled, perhaps even stained. The mare's face was deeply red while she sat upright, holding one of her forehooves up with the other.

Wish's eyes went wide as a smile took over her own face. "Night, have you been...?"

Nano laughed so hard he nearly fell over. "I didn't know you were a voyeur!"

Night brought both of her forehooves down to conceal her bits. "It's not what it looks like! I- Uh- I was- Umm..."

Wish moved to sit next to her and nuzzle her face. "We're cool, don't worry about it."

Night's blush persisted despite the comfort, in large part due to Nano rolling on the floor. Wish rested her head on Night's shoulder, with a certain calmness that told her something serious had taken place. Night focused on her breathing to calm herself down and hesitantly brought a forehoof up to rest on Wish's shoulder, leaning her head against hers. The sunlight glistening through the window invisibly attacked Nano when he opened his eyes just as he rolled into direct line of sight with it, slowing him down and bringing him to his senses. Midnight opened an eye and stuck her tongue out at him, before inviting him to join the afterglow huddle.

Author's Note

SEARNE AND SHRAPNEL ARE NOT RELATED they were for a while but when I got to writing this and their backstories I changed that very quickly

Anyway, hi, to anyone still reading these ^^'
I'm slowing waaay down, doing stuff at my own pace and relying on the opinions of friends rather than my own fears from now on! My creative outlets are vast and always fighting in my head to be the choice of the week, and since this path is the least financially helpful, it tends to get pushed to the back ^^'
I'd love to see this series through to the end, but the path from here on out is blurry, and life is once again getting in the way. To the folks that still love this series, just have patience like you always have, and it will be rewarded.

Special thanks to my proofreader: Kassaz! (NSFW)