The big tree housing the Crystal Tea Room would normally be closed as the evening arrived, but this one night was the exception. With heavy curtains drawn over the windows and the door shut as usual, the only ponies aware of the very special show were already inside.

Sounds of the usual atmosphere tinged with occasional excited murmuring filtered in through the corridor to the back rooms where Alphabittle lived. Which he had so graciously allowed his two ‘performers’ to use as a dressing room.

The last few days for Smoked Glass were exciting - and nerve-wracking. Through Alphabittle’s intoxicating charm or finding a kindred horny spirit, Smoked Glass had gained a new colleague in Crochet. Though the purple stallion had accrued a little less debt and little more interest at joining a threesome on stage. Word of mouth from the grey stallion had secured the audience, equipment, and secrecy of every pony involved. Not that it seemed that the unicorns of Bridlewood were inclined to gossip.

“Nervous?” Smokey posed the question to his ‘co-star’, idly fiddling with the clasp on his choker. The other unicorn had just finished his turn in the bathroom, counterintuitive as it was to clean up before getting dirty again.

“I suppose I am, yeah.” Crochet idly shifted from hoof to hoof as he set down his towel and picked up a choker much like the one around Smokey's neck. His usual scarf lay loose on a table. “Aren’t you?”

“Kinda. Maybe? At this point, I think I’m just excited.” The mauve unicorn chuckled. “You know, Crochet, I was surprised to hear you’d decided to jump hooves first into..all this.”

“It seemed like a good idea at the time…?” The other unicorn shrugged, sheepishly rubbing a hoof over his goatee before admitting; “Oh, what am I saying, I was horny and it seemed too good to pass up! I mean, when I heard you the other day Alphabittle just gave me this look and I…”

“And now, we get to fuck him on stage.” Smokey crudely finished for him, smirking. The other pony produced an interesting sounding grunt in affirmation.

“It still feels a little too good to be true.” Crochet began to pace, subconsciously trying to hide his hint of arousal. “I’m just surprised how quickly this all got put together. And that so many of the others would be willing to watch?”

“I trust Alphabittle’s set everything up as he said he would.” Smokey assured. “He’s nicer than he usually acts, you know. Even if he’s-”

“A total dom?” Crochet blurted out. “Because of, uh, you know.”

“I was going to say ‘competitive’.But I like the way you think, Croche.” Smoked Glass chuckled at the other’s initiative. His tone turned wistful. “You know, for the longest time, I thought I was the only unicorn in Bridlewood kinky enough to even think about this stuff..”

“I think tonight shows that maybe we all are.” The purple stallion nodded. A smile began to creep at the corners of his mouth.

Silence filled the moment between the two as they waited. It wasn’t long before the stallion behind all this made his entrance. Alphabittle Blossomforth.

“Alright, my little ponies. It’s showtime.”

The main watering hole of Bridlewood looked as it always had, with low tables, teacups,and cushions filled with ponies. Though the crowd was noticeably adults only, looking at the trio as they crossed the darkened room. . Some ambient music from an old record player somepony had brought - or donated - played some soft jazz to fill the silence.

“T-that’s more ponies than I thought.” Crochet muttered, ears pinned, walking almost in tandem with Smokey behind Alphabittle.

“This is probably the most interesting thing to happen in Bridlewood in a long time.” Smokey whispered back, his own body language taking a sheepish tone now that he was faced with the real deal.

“Relax, you two. Every unicorn in this room made the agreement that what happens in this room stays in this room. We’re here to have a good time, and so are they.” Alphabittle shrugged off each of their nerves with a pat on the head. “After all…they paid for it. Now come on, show them what you got!”

The large grey stallion led his two assistants on a lazy circle around the bar, strutting his stuff for all to see.

A pair of moveable spotlights lit up the usual stage - having little aside from a chair, some of the larger cushions, and a stack of towels just off the edge. Somepony had brought in the chalkboard usually standing outside the front door, and a point list of sexual positions in various hoofwriting styles were written.

“Alright everypony. You all know why we’re here tonight, so let's not waste anymore time. Feel free to watch or do your own things as you like while we start off. Any messes you make you clean up. Because if I find stains, I will find you, and you will be washing it off yourselves. And not the fun way. Got it?”

A chorus of nervous agreement and nodding followed. This seemed to be agreement enough for the owner of the establishment. He nodded to the other two unicorns on stage, pointing to the space in front of the chair.

“Sit.” He commanded.

While his two pets for the evening sat down before the proverbial throne, Alphabittle took the initiative to lean back in a show of casual relaxation, exposing himself to Smokey and Crochet and the audience by extension. Some of them gasped, others seemed impressed, even embarrassed. It was the first time so many would have gotten a good look at what he was packing between his legs - and they would soon see a lot more.

“Let’s do some warming up, you two. Put those tongues of yours to use.”

Smokey was already eager to start, but noticed Crochet pause, looking sidelong at their audience. It seemed his stage partner was still a little nervous. He put a hoof on his shoulder, drawing his attention.

“Don’t worry about the audience now - they’re just here to watch. You’re already on stage.” The mauve unicorn turned the other’s head forward. “Go on…”

At the urging, Crochet looked at Alphabittle’s cocky smile and inched closer to the stallion’s groin. He planted a tentative kiss on the side of the stallion’s sheath, spurred further on by a grey hoof scratching behind his ear. Smoked Glass watched on as he saw the purple unicorn become taken by a familiar feeling, when confronted with the imposing size of Alphabittle’s cock. His alluring scent. The warm, soft flesh of his-

The grey hoof on Crochet’s head forced him deeper, and the unicorn was suddenly reminded of his desire to join in.

Soft mumblings of conversation remained at the back of his mind, spurring his arousal with the scandalous show. But he had bigger - and thicker - matters to attend to. Smokey brought his muzzle to bear next to Crochet, nuzzling into Alphabittle’s thigh.

“Good colts,” The larger stallion cooed, their combined efforts quickly working to bring him to full mast. “don’t be shy now. I want to see both of you putting in work.”

A moment came when Alphabittle made eye contact with the two stallions: Smokey worshipping his balls, eyeing him with a hungry lust while Crochet planted kisses along his growing shaft, glancing at him for approval. The beginnings of a very pleased groan began to grow in his chest.

With a slight nod, the grey unicorn sank a little lower into the chair, giving the other two unabated access to his member.

“You can do better than that.” He chided, taking a bit of mane from each stallion and giving them a reprimanding tug. “Tell you what: whoever does the better job gets to sit on my lap.”

Perhaps it was the rising tide of arousal, or the slow focus on fellating the stallion that eroded their attention of their spectators, but something in that made Smokey and Crochet begin to really get into things. The mauve unicorn on the left gave out a sound halfway between a moan and a squeak, securing his lips at the base of Alphabittle’s cock, tongue lapping and curling at the contours of his throbbing flesh. The purple unicorn to the right kept his attention on the more sensitive tip, inexperience and eagerness leading him to ambitiously try and take whatever he could of the thick stallion meat into his maw, brushing the side of his face against Smokey’s horn.

Moments dragged into minutes as Alphabittle basked in their attentions. The sound of his audience a faint afterthought to the two sluts publicly worshipping him. Soft moans and grunts came from them both as they almost seemed to work in tandem - wherever one moved, the other’s lips would replace. It wasn’t long before the dark grey cock was brought to its full length, throbbing and wet under the hungry tongues of two very gay stallions. They each had their strengths, Smokey’s slick tongue knew his cock like the back of his own hoof by now, and Crochet’s budding enthusiasm pleasured him in new and interesting ways, especially when his chin scruff came close enough to brush his thigh.

“That’s enough for now. Before I announce the winner, be sporting and give each other a kiss for the crowd.” The big pony thrust his hips slightly, hooves dragging them toward the tip of his penis, guiding each of their heads together. Smokey and Crochet each made eye contact with the other, reacting with a small smile and blush respectively. One last time, they both glanced at Alphabittle before their lips met over the shape of the tip of his shaft, tongues reaching out to dance around its crown as they made out over the stallion’s member. Each moaned softly until he pulled them apart, panting and sloppy, a string of mixed precum and spittle connecting them.

“That’s so hot.” Blurted out a mare’s voice in the audience, who was promptly shushed.

“Now I can’t fault experience, but this time enthusiasm wins out.” Alphabittle sat up slightly, patting the heads of Smokey and Crochet in turn. He tapped a hoof against his thigh. “You win this round, Croche. Get up and take your prize.”

The purple unicorn wore his surprise clearly, as was the other’s disappointment - if only for a moment. Crochet stood and moved to sit in Alphabittle’s lap, forehooves braced against the latter’s knees. The force of a hoof against his lower back brought the smaller unicorn’s firm rear down, eliciting a groan from the stallion as he looked over his back down at the stallion he was grinding against. The thick meat rubbing and prodding at his backdoor turned that groan into a wet pop and a gasp as Alphabittle put his hooves on Crochet’s waist to expedite his entry.

“And when I said prize I do mean all of it.”

That surprise quickly turned into a moan of pleasure as the unicorn felt his hole get spread open by the blunt head and even thicker shaft, feeling every inch sliding in. Crochet went as far as the medial ring before getting too much resistance, opting then to just rock back and forth in giving Alphabittle an especially intimate lap dance. His own erection, neglected but not unpleasured, twitched and bounced at every movement, already beginning to leak of its own accord.

“Don’t just sit there, Smokes…I could use a little extra lube.” Alphabittle called out over the purple unicorn’s shoulder, using a hoof to lift up one of his rear legs and expose the action. “You are tight, Croche.”

“T-thank you…? I-ngh!” Crochet whimpered as he felt the cool wet sensation of Smokey under his tail, layering on even more natural lubricant to the stallion spearing him open. This left the subby unicorn’s nose in his favourite place - buried in the sack of another male. Lurid wet sounds took hold as another inch of meat slid into him. He clenched hard, despite his own efforts. And Alphabittle took that as a prompt to give him a little ‘distraction’ - reaching under his thigh with a hoof to tease at his own hard length while the other foreleg held him securely to his chest.

Soon enough, the lapping tongue and gravity had the unicorn nearly bottoming out against the lap of the stallion inside him. Smokey had moved to get comfortable at his spot on the floor, one hoof openly stroking himself while the other supported whatever he was licking at the moment; be it Alphabittle’s heavy sack, Crochet’s own balls touching them, or his leaking shaft twitching from all the stimulation.

“Remember to smile, colts, we’ve still got guests.” The bigger unicorn remarked. He pulled up both of Crochet’s legs now, leaving the only support for his weight the cock inside him. Which naturally, he sank all the way onto.

The unicorn gave out the most delightful squeal. There was still enough difference in their sizes for Alphabittle to lean forward and intertwine his tongue with Crochet’s. He tasted the salty twinge of his own pre.

The three of them must have been quite the sight, Alphabittle mused; Crochet in Alphabittle’s lap, the purple unicorn being speared quite openly and thoroughly on the grey unicorn’s thick cock, making out with him in the process. His own exposed stallionhood left hard and leaking. And under them all, Smoked Glass, the side of his head beginning to get covered in their mixed fluids as he worshipped the bigger stallion’s balls, heavy with seed and all but moaning for more.

Crochet risked a look to the side, towards the other unicorns spectating them. A blush would form on his cheeks and tint his ears if they weren’t already so from the thorough fucking he was giving. It was dark, but he could still make out the front tables filled with ponies touching themselves, openly masturbating. Some seemed to have grouped off in pairs, even more. Now more occupied with each other than their live-action porn material. Being exposed so thoroughly, bred so openly, was…an intoxicating thrill.

Smokey would have similar opinions, if his vision wasn’t obscured by the sweaty thighs of the two stallions before him. Getting such an up-close personal view, and taste, of raw stallion-on-stallion action would understate how immensely erotic the whole thing was for him. He didn’t need to imagine an audience this time - his hoof stroked in short, intermittent bursts. Edging himself for the crowd, proudly displaying how much he was into debasing himself like this.

Reluctant to blow their loads so soon, Alphabittle slowed his rocking to a stop and lifted Crochet off him, who moaned as the wet slurp of the pullout sounded. The thick length flopped out and dangled under the other stallion, his mildly abused hole twitching for the quickly-missed fulfilment of a butt stuffing.

“I wanted to end this round off with a proper bang.” Alphabittle explained, steadying a wobbling Crochet steady as the other two looked at him. “Smokey. You ever wanted to get spit-roasted on stage…you will now.”

“Oh, fuck yes.” The mauve unicorn all but cheered at the prospect, wiping drool and precum from his chin. The three horny unicorns and their raging boners shifted around the chair one last time.
“Warm him up for me, Croche. Stretch him out.” Alphabittle directed from his position mounting Smoked Glass’ face. The smaller unicorn lay on his back across the chair while Crochet had reared up between his legs, keeping the mood by rubbing their shafts together. The three were turned to give their audience a very clear sideways view of the final dick-down.

“And, ah, don’t cum too quickly now, hm?” He smirked, much to the purple unicorn’s embarrassment.

Without another word, but with plenty of need, the unicorn pulled back and made the first thrust into Smokey’s rear end. The discomfort was lesser than he’d expected, the prior debauchery of who-knows how long had provided enough fluids to lubricate him one-sided. Crochet was in no position to courteously draw out the act, taking Alphabittle’s comment as all but permission to begin as quickly as possible.

The unicorn humping him in missionary made Smokey cry out, an opportunity that Alphabittle was quick to take by muffling the pony with his own cock. The dark grey shaft felt like it had been gone for ages, the thought of being so habituated to Alphabittle’s cock brought through his body a shivering clench and twitch of…shame? Relief? He couldn’t tell anymore.

He just wanted to get fucked.

Encouraging Alphabittle with needy moans and his free hooves, Smokey wrapped his front legs around the hips of the pony giving him the sore throat he was receiving. He took the moment to feel up the muscles tense and curve as they thrusted into his face, the upside-down view of dark grey balls slapping his snout, while he wrapped his hind legs by feel around the waist of the unicorn plowing his ass.

The unicorn held a breath and just enjoyed the ride as he felt the weight of Crochet’s chest brush upon him, pinning his own leaking cock between them. His own throat bulged around Alphabittle’s girth, going deeper than he ever recalled. It would have been painful, if he wasn’t so horny. He felt a soft pop, and something give way around the base of his neck - did his choker just snap…?

But the moment wasn’t to last, as the increasing frequency and speed of Crochet humping his rear end told Smokey the first load of the night was about to get unloaded. Inside him. The purple unicorn quivered as he slumped over Smokey, huffing and groaning as he came, having only needed to be brought over the edge after being pushed so close to it just before. The moment lasted merely a second though, as he felt his partner pull himself out and the weight on him disappear.

Alphabittle did the same, and the unicorn looked up just in time to see the bigger stallion move between his rear legs, thighs spread wide and hole most definitely leaking.

“What do we say, Smokes?” The grey unicorn grinned hungrily. The question wasn’t a loud announcement to the audience, though he didn’t doubt some could hear it. It was quieter, more demanding. And he knew exactly how to respond.

“Thank you, Alphabittle!” Smoked Glass yelped, perhaps a little louder than he intended. “P-please - ahh..!”

The pony in question wasted no time in dragging things out, plunging himself into Smokey, pinning the smaller unicorn between his forelegs like a rag doll. He moved with purpose, humping hard and forceful in a way that showed he only had one thing in mind.

“Tell me what you want.” He growled, bringing a hoof up to grab Smokey’s chin. The grating sound of scraping wood entered his ears. He’d only just realised the chair was moving the whole time.

“F-fuck me!” Smokey pleaded, needy. “I want you to wreck me, Alphabittle! Give me all of it!”

Slamming his hips forward one final time, Alphabittle roared as he put his weight down on Smokey’s hips he almost slid off the chair. He felt his insides stretch from the flare inside him, dumping its full load of hot cum into his belly. The warm girth pulsing and throbbing only helped push him over the edge as Alphabittle didn’t stop his thrusts, riding out his orgasm over the minute. Smokey’s dick felt the final sweet sore relief as he finally came, blowing his own load onto his chest and face.

When the afterglow faded, Alphabittle slowly pulled himself out of Smokey, a process no doubt eased by the generous volume of cum inside him. The mauve unicorn slumped off the chair, landing next to Crochet - lying exhausted on his belly - and a broken choker. He would have to ask Alphabittle for a new one.

“Best bet…I ever lost…” Smokey heaved, garnering a groaned affirmation from the other stallion. They lay for a while, with only the sound of Alphabittle moving on the stage, and the soft jazz still playing ambiently.

“The first round is now done!” Alphabittle announced, flipping the chalkboard stand around to show the pair’s names, with two tally marks under Smokey’s. “The stage is now open to the audience.”

The Crystal Tea Room suddenly got a lot louder with the noise of multiple ponies approaching them.

Author's Note

And if you'd like an optional humourous epilogue:

“Smokey? Smokes? Hellooo, you there?”

The mauve unicorn blinked, being brought back to reality. He was behind his stand at the weekly Bridlewood market, livelier than ever since the magic returned. Izzy Moonbow was waving her hoof in front of his face, flanked by her concerned-looking earth pony and pegasus friends.

“S-sorry, I must’ve spaced out.” Smoked Glass grimaced, glancing aside to hide his blush. “What was the question again?”

He already knew what it would be. His table was right next to Crochet that week, and he could see the other stallion move a hoof to nervously fiddle with his scarf, pretending to look busy with his merchandise.

Traitor.

“I was wondering when you started wearing that choker all the time? I never heard what the story was!”