Feathery Fetish Fondness

Trotting in the direction of the forest that was home to Fluttershy’s cottage, Applejack whistled a tune to herself as she glanced at the half-moon high above the trees. While on most days she’d go in this direction to spend time with her dear friend, she sharply turned away from her cottage this time and walked further into the woods where a new strip club was only a few gallops away, the bright pink words that said Feathery Fem Fetish clear to read in the night. Applejack chuckled as she recalled the reservation of her pegasus friend, biting her hoof and chattering on about how the lights could scare off the animals. But there in front of her was the nocturnal critters running around the various ponies and other creatures conversing outside the strip club.

It had been several years since the Legion of Doom had been turned into stone, and those years had been very kind to Applejack. She’d already been having sex with each of her five best friends, sometimes with two of them at once, so to have one of her playmates move in with her was a treat within itself. Sure, Rainbow Dash wasn’t marefriend material, but she was the one that suggested the strip club for Applejack while the blue pegasus finished helping the others with chores on the farm. Applejack felt a smile naturally creeping up on her face as she continued to walk to the strip club with a little shimmy of her muscular hips. It was no surprise that all of her best friends fell at her hooves, the mare had a firmer and toner figure than most stallions and a voice that sent shivers throughout their bodies. On top of that, Applejack had several regular hookups at the two other lesbian bars in Ponyville. But alas, every single partner Applejack slept with was a pony, and Applejack found herself drawn to the idea of something different as soon as Rainbow Dash brought up the suggestion.

Applejack passed by all the creatures hanging out right outside the strip club, nodding at them and recognizing most of them from the other bars, but her heart was thundering in her chest in anticipation for what was behind those dark wooden doors, not in front of them. And so she pushed the doors open, showing her ID to the security right at the doors and trotting into the dark brown building. There were many tables with barstools as seating, and towards the back of the building were three stripping poles illuminated by purple lighting. However, despite all the mares and other female creatures that were crowding around the poles, there were none of the feathery strippers on there just yet. Applejack rolled her eyes and groaned, turning to her right to see the bar packed with creatures of all kinds. Fortunately there was an empty stool at the end where Applejack rushed to and sat at. A black and white griffoness with green eyes behind the bar waltzed over to her and gave a small gasp as she stared at Applejack.

“Are you the Element of Honesty?” the bartender squealed, slapping her talons against her cheeks.

“Sure am,” Applejack nodded, finding her eyes traveling down the white patches on the griffoness’ slim black legs. “Say, you’re not one of the performers are you?”

“No, well, not today anyways,” the griffoness huffed. “The boss lady says my moves aren’t fluid enough, can you believe that? I mean, how hard is it to twerk and sway? I’ll show her, she’ll see how wrong she is when the crowds are screaming for Sheila-”

“Er, am ah able to order?” Applejack frowned, her ears flattening as she spoke up over Sheila.

“Oh! Yeah, of course,” Sheila blushed as her eyes darted from the drinks behind her to the farm pony. “Do y-you want a menu, or-”

“Nah, apple cider is fine by me,” Applejack replied, taking a long exhale as soon as Sheila walked away. “Celestia-dammit, ah didn’t come to a bar to get lectured at.”

Less than two minutes later, Sheila placed a small glass of hard apple cider in front of Applejack, barely looking at her before rushing over to other patrons further down the bar. Applejack grabbed the glass with one hoof and downed half the sour-sweet content that she loved. Feeling the alcohol creating warm tingles throughout her body, Applejack closed her eyes and licked her lips as she embraced the feeling throughout the flashing lights and loud chatter then carried itself throughout the whole building. It was when Applejack had taken another sip that she jolted at the loud cheering behind her that assaulted her ears, scaring her for only a moment before she processed what it likely meant. Putting down her drink and whirling around on her stool, Applejack gawked as it turned out to be a blueish-gray griffoness she had seen with her sister years before.

Standing on the pole closest to the left side of the strip club, with her talons gripping the pole, Gabby smirked down at the patrons that howled at her. The young adult griffoness wore a bright cotton candy pink and white dress that complimented her dark feathers, with the dress having a hole for her tail to stick out, said tail flickering about and briefly brushing patrons’ on the cheek before pulling away and causing them to scream even louder. The music finally began playing, catchy lyrics over a heavy beat. Applejack turned to finish her drink, then placed a hoof-full of bits on the table as she jumped off the barstool to get closer, barely hearing Sheila huffing behind her as she gently moved past the many mares that made up the crowd. Applejack couldn’t control her jaw dropping and her eyes widening as she stared at the way Gabby’s dress hugged her curves in all the right places, the way Gabby stomped her paws on the floor to the beat, and her turquoise eyes bright with life as she squawked at the crowd. Her dancing stopped as she grabbed the zipper on the back of her dress with one talon, holding her zipper for a prolonged period of time as the crowd began chanting.

“TAKE IT OFF! TAKE IT OFF!” The crowd roared, Applejack didn’t join in as everything from her thoughts to her gaze was locked on Gabby’s talon holding the zipper before slowly pulling it down. As she fully unzipped the dress, the pink dress fell to the floor, with the audience’s screams becoming deafening as the only article of clothing left on the griffoness was a glittery pink set of panties that tightly hugged her furry ass. That’s when Applejack saw mares throwing their bits onto the elevated platform Gabby was dancing on, some of them hitting and bouncing off the griffoness’ thin legs and landing on the floor. Applejack had a bunch of bits stored away underneath her hat, but didn’t touch them. If the other two poles were any indication, this was only the warmup for what was yet to happen.

Sure enough, Applejack noticed a magenta hippogriff slinking past the crowd in a bright rainbow dress, and Applejack gasped as she recognized the creature right away. It had only been three years since Silverstream had graduated from the School of Friendship, with Applejack barely seeing the hippogriff ever since. Now, it became clear why as Silverstream flew onto the platform across Gabby’s and twirled around the pole as she shook her long fluffy blue tail like a cheerleader would shake her pom-poms. The song changed to a song about dirty talk and having sex in many different places, a song that Applejack had heard several times before in the other lesbian bars, but it felt a lot different as she watched her former student sway as she smirked at her fellow stripper before staring down at the audience.

“How are we doing tonight, ladies?!” Silverstream squawked, her question met with even more screeching and clapping. Applejack felt her heart pounding as she watched Silverstream scanning the crowd, not even able to make a prayer to Celestia before Silverstream’s eyes landed on her former teacher. Her eyes widened, and Applejack found her body frozen despite her brain demanding she run out of the club or to the bathroom. The last thing she wanted was for her presence to scare Silverstream out of giving everyone else a good time, but Silverstream’s response was by far the last one she had expected. Silverstream’s shocked expression melted away into a wide smirk as she fluttered her eyelashes at the earth pony, before breaking eye contact from her and staring at Gabby.

“Say Gabby, I think I might need help getting this dress off~” Silverstream purred. “Do you think you could be a dear and help a girl out?”

“How could I say no?” Gabby smirked back, letting go of the pole and flying over to Silverstream’s platform. While Silverstream held onto the pole, still swishing her tail back and forth while smirking down at Applejack, Gabby walked up to Silverstream and grabbed the zipper on the back of her flashy dress. Pulling it down a little faster than her own dress, Gabby tossed it to the floor, revealing the hippogriff’s bright green panties with sunflowers on it. Applejack started to feel sweat dripping down her face, on the verge of panting as her former student and sister’s friend stripped down to their panties was way hotter than it had any right to be. Great Celestia, creatures don’t even normally wear clothes, yet the two feathered ladies in their underwear were causing a different chant…

“KISS! KISS! KISS!” they hollered, and Applejack felt her normally strong legs trembling. She felt her marehood clenching away at nothing, her body turning into an inferno of desperation. She shouldn’t be turned on by this, she told herself, yet the sight of them had put her regulars at the bars to shame. Gabby stood up straight on her hindlegs once more, grabbing the pole with her talons as she used one of her hind legs to kick Silverstream’s dress off the platform. The mares dove for it like a pack of hyenas in for a kill, and Applejack assumed one of them was going to run off with it when she saw a zebra mare press the dress against her nose and sniff it, her eyes rolling to the back of her head. Applejack found her eyes roaming the different stripe swirls on her body when Gabby’s voice brought her attention back.

“What do you say, Silverstream?” Gabby gave the hippogriff a half-lidded gaze. “Shall we take this up a notch?”

“What do I say?” Silverstream giggled as she stepped closer to Gabby, also standing on her hind legs as she used one claw to pull Gabby closer. “You know damn well we need not say anything for this…”

Applejack didn’t fail to notice when Silverstream’s eyes landed on the farm mare for a split second before her beak met Gabby’s in a heated kiss as they both closed their eyes. The feathered gals both kept a talon on the pole as they reached their other talons to caress each other’s cheeks and pull each other deeper into the kiss, their chests pressed firmly against each other’s as their tails continued to move about. While Silverstream’s tail was too thick and bushy to move much, Gabby’s tail was far more flexible as it swatted the hippogriff’s ass, causing Silverstream to moan loudly into the kiss.

Applejack felt some part of her mind break as she flipped her hat off her body, grabbing most of her bits in her hoof and throwing them at the platform without thinking twice. The bits loudly clinked and clattered as they landed at the strippers’ hooves and paws. Silverstream pulled back from the kiss, a strand of saliva connecting their beaks for a quick second before Silverstream glanced at the bits and then looked right at Applejack’s deep red face.

“Well then~” Silverstream and Gabby got off the poles, standing on all fours now as they smirked at one another. “Shall you get back to your pole? I think the boss lady will be performing tonight~”

“She is?!” Gabby squealed, wiggling in her pink panties. “Well shit! Don’t let me be the one to stall her any longer, are you ladies ready for Gilda?!”

“GILDA! GILDA! GILDA!” Most of the crowd roared, while others clapped or stomped their hooves on the floor. Applejack tilted her head as she placed a hoof to her lips. That name sounded really familiar…

Gabby flew back to her pole, both of the strippers getting back on their poles as they began to twerk for the crowd. Suddenly, Applejack saw a white and brown griffoness far bigger than both strippers fly over the audience and land on the final platform in the back. The griffoness didn’t wear a dress like the other two strippers, but instead she wore a black and white tuxedo with long black pants that still showed off her brown paws and tail. As most of the mares rushed over to be near the platform where the griffoness was, all the memories rushed back to Applejack as she saw the griffoness’ piercing amber eyes. This was Rainbow Dash’s friend, Gilda! The last time Applejack had seen her was a long time ago, when she had yelled at Fluttershy and caused a big stink at Pinkie Pie’s party. If she hadn’t known that Rainbow Dash and Pinkie resolved their conflict with Gilda at Griffonstone, Applejack would’ve been completely turned off by her presence. But, Applejack admitted to herself, Gilda’s attitude change was clear as she winked and grinned at the ponies below her instead of turning her beak up at them.

“Does Fluttershy know she owns this place?” Applejack whispered to herself, her words not heard by anyone at this point.

“What’s up, dweebs?!” Gilda shouted, causing the mares to go absolutely ballistic. Gilda, admittedly the tallest and muscular out of the three strippers, hadn’t even started a performance by the time the mares had started throwing their money onto their platform. “Hmm, that’s cute that you offer me your pathetic pony currency. I suppose I could give you dorks a little tease~”

Applejack felt her body relaxing a little as Gilda stole the main attention. After all, Applejack was mainly interested in girly ladies such as most of her best friends. Surely a performance by a butch griffoness wouldn’t send her further into a sweaty hot mess?

The music had changed a final time, and Applejack was surprised to be hearing a more somber sexual song that still had a loud beat just like the other two did. The beat paired up with the lyrics was addictive as Gilda grabbed the pole with her talons, jumping off her paws and scaling up the pole like a cat going up a tree. Applejack felt her concerns rushing back to her, finding herself admiring Gilda’s muscles as she used her upper body strength to climb up the pole. As the griffoness reached closer to the top of the pole, her hindlegs stretched out in a spread eagle position as she spun down the pole, smirking and blowing kisses at the audience as she twirled around to the bottom of the pole.

“Alright ponies and other creatures!” Gilda shouted, getting off the pole and standing on all fours. “How about I get out of these stuffy pants?”

The audience screamed and even more bits landed at her talons and paws, and Applejack felt her self-control fighting a losing battle as she galloped as close to Gilda’s platform as possible, staring unabashedly up at Gilda. Gilda smirked at her wild audience, surveying them until her eyes landed on Applejack for a brief moment before she looked away. The griffoness stood on her hind legs again, pressing her back against the pole as she grabbed the hem of her pants with her talons, slowly lowering them as she snickered and savored the various screams around her.

“WE LOVE YOU, GILDA!!!” Applejack heard a mare scream beside her, and if she didn’t have her eyes glued on the brash griffoness, she would’ve given the loud mare a glare. But she watched as Gilda lowered her pants down, and Applejack sharply gasped as she realized Gilda was wearing no ordinary underwear. Rather, she was wearing black panties…

…with an eight-inch black strap-on attached to the front of it.

The mares and other female creatures around Applejack were screaming “Pick me!” as well as raising their hooves and claws in the air like they were students desperate to answer the teacher’s question. Applejack didn’t have to wonder for very long what they meant by those things when Gilda grabbed the strap-on with one talon as she stroked it up and down.

“Alright, as per tradition, I’ll be picking a very lucky volunteer~” Gilda’s eyes returned to look at Applejack, this time refusing to break eye contact as she continued. “Of course, this is definitely not for the inexperienced, so only a strong gal with lots of experience should bother raising her hoof…or claw or whatever.”

Gilda kept staring at Applejack, her smirk wasn’t that different from a fox staring at chickens in a henhouse, as the audience's screams and frantic movements faded into the background for the both of them. Applejack knew that she was in over her head, none of the experiences with her pony lovers had prepared her for this, and she could either charge right into it or run away. Gilda pulled her talon away from her fake cock, before swinging the talon back to give her strap-on a strong slap, causing the sex toy to move wildly back and worth. Applejack’s torn mind went completely blank in an instant as she raised her hoof up, and Gilda’s eyes widened as she grinned as if she had won a million bits.

“Well well well, I see we have one of the Elements of Harmony in our midst,” Gilda used one of her talons to give a ‘come hither’ gesture at Applejack. She looked down at Applejack as the farm mare jumped onto the platform. “I don’t believe I’ve had the pleasure of speaking to you before?”

“Ah don’t b-believe so, ma’am,” the term slipped out of Applejack’s mouth before she could stop herself. “Ah’m sorry, I mean to call you-”

“Don’t call me Gilda or Ma’am,” Gilda narrowed her eyes at the pony as she smirked. “As long as you’re on this platform, you’ll be referring to me as Mistress. Understood?”

“Y-Yes, Mistress,” Applejack gulped, feeling her legs shaking again as Gilda glanced at the other strippers that worked for her.

“Hey, one of you two!” Gilda barked, causing Silverstream and Gabby to pause their twerking and look at their boss. “Bring me up a stool, it’s time for my volunteer act.”

“I’ll get it!” Silverstream squealed, her eyes and smile wide as she realized who was on Gilda’s platform. Right before she got off her platform, she fluttered her eyelashes at the audience below her. “Now ladies, don’t be shy. You have my full consent to touch me as you please until I get on Gilda’s platform~”

Silverstream flew off the platform and nearly disappeared under the sea of creatures that stroked her mane, trailed their hooves and claws down her hips, and groped her ass. Applejack even caught somepony reaching over and yanking Silverstream’s tail with their teeth, causing Silverstream to throw her head back and loudly moan. With her neck exposed, members of the audience kissed and bit her neck for the few moments they had before Silverstream walked past them and grabbed a stool and continued to walk through the audience.

“Hehe, tonight’s audience is awfully tame I’d-oh fuck!” Silverstream howled, and Applejack felt her blood boiling as she saw the hippogriff’s panties were yanked down. She was getting eaten out by a mare that wasn’t her. With Silverstream close to Gilda’s platform, she threw the stool onto it. “Don’t ruin her, Gilda. I still want to have a turn with her~”

“Oooooh fuck,” Applejack groaned, feeling her entire body shuddering as the hippogriff voiced her desires. Silverstream backed up further into the mare’s oral service, and several other members of the audience dove for her nipples, neck, and face as they used her as their personal sex toy.

“Hey fuckpet, eyes on me,” Gilda ordered, and Applejack snapped her gaze back to the boss griffoness, and noticed as she began stripping her tux off. Underneath the tux was a blindfold and a thin piece of rope. “You won’t be focusing on her slutty cries once I get properly started with you. Now sit on the stool.”

Applejack trotted over to the stool and jumped onto it, and Gilda finally got her back off the pole as she threw her tux to the audience. Approaching the farm pony, Gilda snickered as she put the blindfold over Applejack’s eyes. Tightening the blindfold around Applejack’s head, Gilda waved a claw in front of Applejack’s face. Seeing no reaction, Gilda proceeded to tie Applejack’s forelegs to her chest with the rope.

“Alrighty, pony~” Applejack heard Gilda snicker. “Since beaks and talons are pretty sharp, we strippers have gotten pretty creative with pleasing our lovers. Let’s just say, it’s a good thing we have long tongues~”

Applejack jolted as she felt Gilda’s talons on her ass, sinking into her firm flanks as she pulled Applejack closer.

“So you don’t fall off the stool,” Gilda commented. “Brace yourself, apple pony~”

Applejack gasped and let out a drawn-out groan as she felt Gilda’s tongue flicking her clit, her beak pressing against her inner thigh. The sounds of the audience chanting, screaming, and even Silverstream’s feminine squeals faded into background sound as she felt the mind-blowing sensation of Gilda’s tongue diving from her clit to inside her, her beak now gently pressing against Applejack’s crotchteats. As she felt Gilda’s tongue wriggling inside her, she felt a furry touch circling against her clit. Applejack guessed it was the end of her tail right above her tongue. The double stimulation assaulted Applejack’s mind as each moan she made led right into another, her face heating up as she realized that she hadn’t moaned this much ever. Not when Twilight and Rarity took turns using magical spells on her tits and pussy, not when she used that double-ended dildo with Rainbow Dash, and not even that night when Pinkie kept finding different stuff in Sugarcube Corner to stuff in both her holes. Each second brought her further into her newfound addiction to griffon tongue, and if Gilda demanded she be their fuckpet and only their fuckpet…Applejack felt more and more needy for that possibility. The world around her was spinning, and Gilda had barely even started!

It was the unexpected sensation of the tip of Gilda’s beak pressing into one of Applejack’s tits that did her in, causing Applejack’s moans to escalate into howls as she felt herself squirting all over Gilda’s beak, face, and tail. Her moans eclipsed the sound of everyone else, even Silverstream as she joined in with her own orgasm. Gilda pulled away from Applejack, pushing the stool till it and Applejack were pressed against the pole. Gilda climbed onto the stool, the stool far sturdy enough to support both their weights as Gilda held onto the pole with her talons, pressing her strap-on against Applejack’s sopping wet pussy as she hovered over her like a predator ready to kill.

“So Applejack,” Gilda snickered. “Am I much better than Rainbow Dash?”

“Yes! A thousand times better!” Applejack cried out without a second thought.

Gilda gave a sharp laugh as she proceeded to penetrate Applejack with her fake cock, getting six inches of it in before pulling back out and slamming it back in. Applejack gasped and squealed as Gilda slowly repeated the thrusts.

“Oh goodness! Don’t let Rainbow Crash hear that,” Gilda laughed. “She’ll punish you…but I suppose her punishments will pale in comparison to the fucking I’m about to give you!”

Gilda thrusted inside again, this time managing to hilt her. Applejack threw her head back against the pole, feeling her hat fall off, but not remotely caring as she felt the fullness of Gilda’s fucking.

“OH YES!” Applejack bellowed. “FUCK ME LIKE NOPONY CAN!”

Applejack heard lots of bits landing on their platform, and even felt some of them bounce off her flanks. But she didn’t notice the feeling for long as Gilda began jackhammering into her and snarling like a beast possessed. Moving one talon off the pole, Gilda brought the talon to Applejack’s crotchteats and began twisting them. Applejack bellowed, her whole body shaking as she was reaching the peak of her pleasure.

“That’s right~” Gilda purred. “Cum for me, bitch.”

“YES MISTRESS!” Applejack nodded her head as she practically squirted around Gilda’s fake cock on command. As Gilda thrusted into her throughout her whole orgasm, Applejack’s mind had completely altered from the fucking. There was no image of ponies, or even plans on what she wanted to do tomorrow. No, there was only a fiery and unrelenting desire to feel more beaks and talons on her. She planned out her next sexventure as Gilda got off the stool, untied the rope around her, and took the blindfold off her eyes. A realization dawned on the earth pony as she looked up at Gilda.

“Ya d-don’t want me to return the favor, Mistress?” Applejack nearly whimpered, having found her normally tough self completely outclassed and dominated by the griffon beside her. Yet there was lack of shame, only a need for more feathery loving~

“I’ve got to keep putting on a show for these dweebs,” Gilda sighed quietly. “Keep them distracted, y’know? After all, I’m pretty sure Silverstream and Gabby are dying to get you in one of our private rooms.”

“Private rooms? Gabby? Silverstream?” Applejack whispered, noticing as Silverstream and Gabby flew onto the platform.

“Can we have her now?” Silverstream pleaded, both her and Gabby giving Gilda the biggest puppy-dog eyes they could muster.

“Alright, I guess,” Gilda rolled her eyes. “Go nuts with her, you two earned it after that show.”

“Yes!” Silverstream pumped a fist before she grabbed Applejack’s right foreleg. “You got her, Gabby?”

“Sure do!” Gabby grabbed Applejack’s left foreleg, and together the two lifted Applejack off the stool and flew off with her. The fact that Gilda was the one that gave them permission to fuck her, instead of her giving permission to her own body, just made her feel all the more hotter as she submitted to being the sex toy of three feathery lovers...