Pegasus Gossip Club

She soon is hit with a cultural shock watching a rather well endowed futa mare with huge melons and a long schlong shaking both of them to thunderous roars from the crowd as some reach out to try and grab a piece of her on stage. Derpy pretty much has turned into a glowing crimson at this point as she watches the dancers shaking what their momma’s gave them. They vary from different types of sexes as well as species most being ponies with some changedlings and the odd dragon in between on stage.

Derpy soon is able to pick up her now dropped jaw and begin to walk to an empty table sitting down and slowly coming to terms with what she is witnessing. Granted she didn’t know what not to expect and the idea of an adult club would probably have some seedy things. But nevertheless Derpy did promise Dash and Fluttershy she’d go and see what this place has to offer. However, being lost in thought causes Derpy not to notice a waitress had approached her table and stood there waiting for Derpy to take notice, which once she does Derpy practically leaps out of her skin in surprise.

“Hi sorry for the scare,” the waitress apologies, it is only now Derpy notices the lack of top containing the C cup sized bosom and the short skirt that had what looked to be a name tag that read ‘Slammy’ and due to the shortness of the skirt below that was a barely hidden ten inch member hanging free for all to see. “Welcome to Flanksworth, home of all your deep desires and provider of your deepest pleasures,” she pitches with the slogan and hands down a menu. “We have a lot of male, female and futa performers who are ready and eager to please,” she begins to explain. “Feel free to browse should you like to get a room and one of our pleasurable packages or if you’d like a drink,” she finishes to which Derpy begins to read through.

The first few pages are a list of various alcoholic beverages near the middle are the various “entertainers” whom customers can pick out along with packages ranging from erotic sessions, dating experiences and of course straight up sexual encounters.

“If you are interested in a more intimate encounter just select one of our professional performers and whatever package you desire, if not I can get you a drink,” the waitress explains.

Derpy looked through and looked at the waitress and felt a bit concerned, she did promise to sample some of what is to be offered here. Without hesitation she randomly points to one of the male performers and then goes through and points to two of the packages she will receive, to which the waitress jots down on a notepad.

“Interesting choices and you’re lucky he’s available right now,” she comments on Derpy’s selection not realizing it was completely random. “Any drinks while I go get your room ready?” she asks.

“N-no just water please,” Derpy nervously responds to which Slammy walks off to get the accommodations ready. In a few seconds the waitress sets the water down before wandering off to the back area marked ‘the private rooms.’

Derpy sits and watches the various strip shows while nervously sipping on her water, still unsure what awaits her in a few minutes. She watches the crowd ogle the strippers and a few of the wait staff and a few ducking out into the back area with customers presumably pulling double duty.

Soon a key flops onto the table with a number attached to the key chain, jolting Derpy upright as she spots the waitress Slammy with a hunk of a stallion wrapping his arm around her waist.

“Here’s your key rooms all set up for ya hun,” she says before being pulled away into the restroom area with said stallion, for some after work fun.

Derpy soon takes a deep breath grabbing the key and mustering her courage heads over to the private rooms area.

Wandering around in the back the music was slightly muffled compared to the main stage area, she searched through the vast hallways and stairways leading to different floors before finally stumbling upon her room D10. Sticking the key in the lock and turning the knob she soon enters to the smell of…strawberries?

Entering the room that has a big bed in the back of it, a large stage with a pole but standing near the bar with what looks like a transportable massage table was a red stallion with a light blue mane. He was wearing a black thong which his package was pressed against with the fabric struggling to contain his schlong threatening to spill out at a moments notice.

“Ah hi there,” he greets walking over to her. “I’m Red Magma but please call me Magma,” he introduces himself. “It’s not too often I get hired for the sensual massage package but I am all willing to try and help ease your stress,” he replies, gesturing to the table and next to the bar is an assortment of oils and creams.

Derpy immediately and visibly relaxing, she could go for a massage considering she is in a brothel slash strip club. Maybe this will be fun and relaxing for her, granted she can’t stop staring at the thong that can barely contain his package.

“If you will please disrobe Miss…?” He suggests only to trail off.

“Uh Derpy Hooves and yeah sure,” she replies, slinking out of her dress and letting it fall to the floor, as soon as it hits the floor Magma uses his magic to pick it up and fold it and place it on the bar neatly. She gingerly steps over to the massage table naked with Magma eyeing her like a piece of candy before patting the table.

“Well miss Hooves if you will lie face down and let me know what particular body oil you’d like me to use,” he warmly suggests.

“Derpy is fine and surprises me,” she states before following his instructions.

“Very well,” he says before looking over before grabbing one scented ‘freshly baked cookies’ and slathering some in his hands and cracking his knuckles. He soon works his hands kneading her back and shoulder muscles causing her to practically melt like ice cream in his hands nearly literally.

After about ten minutes of heaven Derpy feels all the tension in her back melt and her wings spreading out and letting his delicate touch ease them out as she feels like all her bones turned to liquid.

“So I take it you enjoyed your first package yes,” Magma asks which is answered with a loud pleasurable moan. “Glad to hear it now I suppose is a good chance to transition to the second package you requested,” he responds, stopping massaging her back for a moment to slip off the thong and toss it past her before then massaging her booty.

Derpy squeaks in surprise and forgets she did order a second package and bites her lip as she soon begins moaning like a slut at his touch of rubbing her butt with one hand and slipping a finger in her snatch.

“I know you wanted just a fuck but I suppose this is a happy ending?” He questions as he soon lets up and pulls her closer to him and she feels his throbbing mammoth member that was hardly contained in that thong and is right on top of her cheeks. “Also the safe word is refrigerator,” he whispers into her ear before thrusting into her puss.

Derpy screams loudly, her mouth opening wide and clamping down as she cums unceremoniously at the penetration feeling him stretch her walls out.

“Wow you are tight, guess you haven’t been getting any dick lately eh?” He responds casually as he takes a slow rhythm allowing her to get used to his size as she instinctively stretches her wings out and wraps her legs around his waist.

“F-faster!” she shouts eager for more, seems his hypothesis was right on the money and now that she’s loosened up both figuratively and literally she can really enjoy herself.

Magma is taken aback but grins widely, remembering that what the customer wants, the customer gets and begins to speed up his movements, thrusting harder and faster. He grits his teeth as his plaps echo with him grabbing hold of her juicy peach bottom for leverage and squeezing it tightly as her cunt is squeezing his rod. Derpy’s wings begin to flap in unison of her heart beat as she begins to soak his cock in her juices coating his low hanging nut sack as well and the floor below.

With a loud grunt he slams himself home once more his head of his stallion flares with pride as he begins to jackhammer open the floodgates and stuff her womb with all the cum he can muster plastering her shut with his spooge. Instead of Derpy’s eyes crossing they oddly straighten out and look normal for once, signaling her losing herself to lust her wings fully spread out as she clamps her clam down on his sausage.

After a few good minutes like all good things his orgasm has come to an end with him pulling out letting his spunk run free out of her cunny and onto the floor, having practically bloated her with his volume. However, like cooked spaghetti she had gone completely limp with only minor involuntary body twitches showing she still had signs of control over her body.

“Phew, thank you for your time and I hope you enjoyed this,” he informs her, wiping a bead of sweat from his brow. “We hope you will come by again, and as for payment you can do that at the door please,” he explains which gets a weak thumbs up from her. “Feel free to rest as long as you want and have a drink from the bar at no extra charge,” he tells her as he leaves the room to allow her to regain her strength.

“Dash and Fluttershy will never believe this,” Derpy tells herself with a stupid grin painted on her face.