Flick And Twist

by Warrior Priest

Rating: mature
Tags: Human, Original Character, Porn, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Second Person, Fetish, Sex, Profanity
Length: 4050

Los Pegasus is more than just casinos and fancy buffets. The shows are legendary, and they can get pretty...heated. And you're about to find out just how hot they can get.

Los Pegasus is the indulgence capital of Equestria. Casinos rivaling the Royal Palace in size to sate all your gambling needs. Bars that serve a cocktail for every refined taste. Restaurants to quench any insatiable hunger. And who could forget the shows? You sure haven't.

When you overhear talk about a traveling show in town featuring some bizarre creatures tamed to do tricks, of entertainers preforming daring stunts, and stage shows featuring exotic mares, well, you're naturally curious. As it turns out, you're not the only one interested in seeing strange, exotic, one-of-a-kind things; and being human checks you off in all those categories. You're in for a show alright.

Contains: M/F/F, Human on Pony Action, Straight Vanilla Sex, Erotic Dances, Abusing VIP Status, A Triangle 69, and...Mane/Tail Fetish?

Art by: Kebchach Derpi:2896386

Published 2023-01-07 02:40:01 UTC
Last updated 2023-01-07 02:40:01 UTC

And whip it back and forth

“Look, I’m not part of the show, folks!” You tried explaining for the third time.

The murmur of the ponies beside you was deafening. There had to have been a triple-dozen ponies crowded around you, all ‘ooo’ing and ‘aah’ing, their tones ones of excitement and curiosity. While you didn’t mind them that much (they weren't grabbing you or pushing you around), you were starting to get very, very annoyed. Sure, you might be the only human in Equis, a very rare thing, but that didn’t mean you were part of this traveling band of performers and show-ponies.

Hell, you hadn’t even made it into the building yet! You were currently standing in the line that led to the main doors, and while you could see well over the sea of little equines, it felt like you were cast adrift at sea, watching as the shoreline faded into the horizon. “Come on people, I’ve got a show to watch!” You tried nudging your way through the crowd, and while some did move aside for you, others were too busy shooting you questions, or taking pictures, “No flash photography!” You hollered, “Can’t you read the signs!?”

Then a whistle blew, and the crowd’s droning murmurs came to a stop for a moment. You looked to the source, and saw a yellow mare wearing a blue business suit, accompanied by some security ponies, marching towards you and the crowd.

“Alright, ponies! Please get back in line, and stop harassing this poor creature!” She commanded, though her voice was one of gentle professionalism, like the way a manager would speak to an angry customer, “They are not with the show, and anyone who doesn’t back up right now will be reported to the police!”

That statement got the crowd to disperse, though some ponies took the opportunity to take a few more pictures before scurrying off. You dusted off your shirt and pants and sighed. “Thanks for the save.” You said to the well-dressed mare.

“I’m terribly sorry about that.” You looked down to the business mare, “We tried to break up that little gathering sooner, but my security team is already spread quite thin. I do hope you understand.”

You nodded, “It’s alright Miss. They weren’t doing any real harm.”

The mare shook her head, “Oh, on the contrary. I noticed you were one of the first people in line, and now you’re going to miss one of our spectacular shows because of this delay.” She smiled up at you, “Why don’t you follow me?”

You watched as she and her bodyguards turned and started towards the show building. Shrugging, you followed her as she lead you not towards the front door, but around the side through an alley. Great, first came the sea of rainbow ponies, and now you were going to get jumped by a business mare in a dark alleyway, what terrible thing would befall you next?

“To make up for that whole situation, and for you missing out on one of our biggest attractions: ‘Pon the Dancing Blind Cockatrice’ I’m going to give you a free VIP pass for tonight!” The mare explained as she led you to your doom.

“Wow, that’s very generous.” You thanked her as the darkness of the alley consumed you.

“But that’s not all!” She continued, “Along with front row seating and a free concession that is included with the VIP pass, we’ll allow you to pick one private showing for us to put on for you, and only you!”

You were actually quite ecstatic at that idea, “Now that is very generous.”

The mare led you to a side door, a blinking old light illuminating it, and with a simple turn of a key she ushered you and the security ponies inside. Within was a simple hallway that led to many doors. It was plain and, honestly, a bit decrepit. But, you weren't going to complain, you were promised free stuff after all.

Making your way down the hall, the mare stopped at an office that said ‘manager’ on the door, “Wait here while I get you your ticket.” She said, before slipping inside. It wasn’t before long that she had a small ticket given to you that read 'VIP' on it, and brought out a little pamphlet for you. “I took the liberty of circling the shows that we can…downsize, for personal entertainment. Any of those I am willing to offer!”

You looked through the listings, there weren’t many options. There was a magic show, one put on by somepony with a lot of titles before their name. Then there was a performance with some kind of birds. Then a show featuring some ‘exotic mare dancers’. That was really it.

You smiled at the manager. The choice was clear.

It had been a long night. You’d been allowed to watch every show for free, right in the front row, and with free food and drink at that! While the red cushioned seats were a bit small for your liking, the entertainment made more than up for it. You’d watched animals perform amazing tricks, seen feats of magic worthy of the School for the Gifted, and laughed at a clown show, amongst other things.

There was one show you skipped, the ‘Dancing Mares of Saddle Arabia”. And that was purposeful, for now you were being led to one of the smaller halls, where you were told your personal show was to be hosted. It did feel strange, getting this special treatment when, from what you could tell, no-one else had, and you felt you really didn't deserve it. But, you were excited none-the-less.

Your guide opened a rather inconspicuous looking door and ushered you in. Within was a small room that was little more than a personal lounge. Maroon wallpaper was plastered everywhere, with a few dark blue sofas and wooden coffee tables strewn about. At the opposite end of the room, was a small elevated stage, with a velvet red curtain concealing whatever might be behind.

“Take a seat, sir. And enjoy the show.” The young colt said as he closed the door and locked it. You had your own little key to this room, provided by the manager, so you weren’t afraid of being trapped in here. Looking around, you took a few steps into the room, the purple carpet was very soft (compared to the wood and tile flooring everywhere else at least).

Deciding to take a seat on one of the couches, you laid back in the soft embrace of the back pillows. Hell, after all those rather hard and uncomfortable chairs, you hoped you didn’t fall asleep right here in this little cozy lounge. It would be real awkward to explain to that nice manager that you squandered your own personal show.

Your thoughts were cut short as the stage lights flicked on, their rays lighting up the lounge in a purple hue. The curtain rose up slowly, and the stage was finally in full view: two mares, one a dark violet color with a coal-black mane, the other a dull pink with blue-purple mane. Both were adorned with bright polished gold ornaments, and thin see-through glittery purple veils hung over their muzzles and between their forelegs and hinds.

Your tiredness was gone immediately at the sight, they were both very attractive; it was rare for you to think of these little equines as anything more than cute, lovable ponies. Yet here you were, ogling them like a prime rib ready to be eaten. You mentally smacked yourself, and prepared to simply enjoy the show.

They both bowed at either end of the stage, and you gave them a warm smile in return. Then you noticed in the middle of the stage sat a long gray pole that reached from the ceiling to the stage floor. It seemed that this room wasn’t just a place to host little parties, but also more…intimate entertainment. Though you were sure this wasn't going to be its current use.

The music began to play slow and soft at first, a tune similar to Indian flute and drum music from your world. They raised themselves back to four hooves, and jerked their heads towards each other, the glittery purple veils covering their muzzles whipped aside in the air, before fluttering down once more. They rose one of their forelegs to each other slowly, the pair of purple veils fastened to gold cuff bracelets rising with them.

The mares took careful step after careful step towards the center-stage, keeping their bodies completely straight toward you. You could tell that such movements would be awkward at best for most ponies, but for these two mares their motions were practiced and precise. They eventually made it to center-stage, their raised hooves almost touching. Then the real show began.

With a jerk of their heads, their manes flicked about them, and your eyes widened big as dinner-plates. Like a whirling whip, their manes flew into each other, black and blue merging and forming a wall of hair before falling to their sides. Their manes were long, very long. Their huge strands reached down nearly to their hooves, a detail they had hidden well in the dim light of this small lounge.

Then they shook their flanks, exploding with motion, and your jaw dropped. Their tails had too been hidden, until a wave of hair snapped out nearly twice the length of the mares they were attached to; and much like with their manes, collided and flowed through each other like the fine bristles of a soft brush, black and blue merging as one.

With their manes and tails exposed, the mares finally began their dance. It was a spectacle to behold, with precise and flexible movements the two slid from one position to another, all the while whipping their manes and tails to-and-fro, at one point they had begun to twirl around the stage, their tails following behind them in a circle motion, forming a ring of mare and hair.

When the fliers you had read said ‘exotic’ mares, they really weren’t kidding.

They ended their twirling, their tails and manes fluttering to the ground. Then they skipped to the center stage, and they each whirled around one-another and…pressed themselves together. Up on their hinds their forehooves gripped the others, and they pressed their foreheads together, staring fiercely into the other’s eyes. While it was likely just part of the dance sequence, it was rather…erotic, the way they were hoof-holding and grinding against each other.

Then they spun away from each other in a flash, their manes and tails colliding once more, and threw themselves against the pole you had noticed before. Holding themselves up against it, even from here you could see their thick chest fluff nearly consuming the pale metal, they flicked their manes and tails, looking back at you with their fierce expressions.

Oh god.

You could see their marehoods clear as day. Their slits just barely glistened in the dark hue of the lounge, sandwiched between their plump flanks. You were mesmerized as they swayed their backsides lightly back and forth in unison, their docks twitching as they kept their tails aside as they brushed against the stage-floor like a snake dancing to a flute.

Then it was over. They dropped to their hooves and snapped towards you, and hopped down from the stage in unison. Oh shit, how long had you been staring? There was no way they didn’t notice you eyeing their privates, and with no other reason to leave the stage they were surely pissed.

You stood up, your cheeks burning with embarrassment, “Hey now, mares. I’m very sorry for-”

They were on you quickly, flanking you, the dark blue one spoke, “No need to apologize~”

The pink one nodded, “We don’t mind you doing a little window shopping~”

You gulped, “Well, still. It was a very good show.”

“We can tell.” You saw the black haired mare looking down with her dull gold irises. You gaze down to see your pants tenting from the erection you didn’t know you had. You quickly fall down to the couch and cover yourself with a pillow.

“Jesus Fucking Christ.” You mutter out, “I’m very…” You notice the two unicorn mares giving you a predatory look through their veils, “...sorry?”

“Oh don’t be.” The pink mare said, “You know, we put on our little show for lots of ponies.”

The blue one nodded, “Yeah, it’s kind of our thing. Being ‘exotic one-of-a-kind’ mares.”

They inched a little closer to you.

“Everypony wants to see us, look at our silky manes and tails flutter across the stage…”

“They want to see our flanks sway and mesmerize them.”

They were getting closer.

“They want to see us rub our hot, dancing bodies up against one another.”

“Yeah, and they’ll be hoping to get a little tease under our tails.”

They were on the couch now.

“But we never do. Never let them see our moist, puffy marehoods.”

“They’ll never even get so much as a tiny touch of our soft bodies, or our silky manes.”

You could feel their breath on your neck, you couldn’t move.

“We’d never do that for any old stallion in the crowd.”

“They have to be different, they have to be special like us…they have to be…”

You tensed as their hot breath tickled your ears, their forelegs pressing down onto the pillow on your crotch.

“Exotic.” They both breathed at once in unison.

You felt like you were going to pass out. You made to get up, your hands instinctively went to move the mares off you, but they smacked your hands away, “Ah, ah, ah!” The pink one chuckled, “No touching~” She sang.

“Then what is all this?!” You grunted, feeling their hooves grinding against the pillow covering your manhood.

“We can do whatever we want.” Blue said, “After all, this is still all part of the show~”

You wanted to argue, this sure as hell wasn’t part of the show they were used to putting on, and definitely wasn’t the show the manager expected you to see. But, something deep down inside you was telling you to let it happen. You were alone with these two unique, horribly attractive mares that were both clearly into you, and the door was locked. Unless that colt or the manager came back, you were completely secured away from prying eyes.

It was a stupid idea, but you already had an erection, and as anyone in the porn industry would know, that was the point of no return. You simply rested your arms along the back of the sofa, and relaxed, “Alright, let’s see what you two got.”

They grinned devilishly at one another and hopped off the couch. Before you could question them, they both spun and smacked you square with their massive tails. Your vision was filled only with bright blues and charcoal blacks as the silky hair washed over you like a wave. You weren’t complaining, it was extremely soft and fine, like being hit with a fancy brush, but all over your entire head.

Before you were done seeing black and blue you felt them tugging at your pants. They weren’t jeans or anything, just simple sweat-pants, so it didn’t take them long before you felt your hot, hard member spring free. You watched them raise their heads above it, tickling your tip with the soft end of their purple veils, giggling as they watched it twitch.

“Wow, he really is different.” Pink commented.

“Look at that tip, I’ve never seen a stallion cock like that.” Blue smirked.

Then they did something you didn’t expect. Sitting on opposite sides of your penis, they took a hoof full of their manes and wrapped your shaft in their silky soft hair. You sighed at the sensation, it felt really, really good. And not just in a sexual way, it was like their smooth strands were melting any stress and fatigue you had away. Then they started moving.

First it was slow, synchronized movements. Their hooves locked between one another as they covered your manhood from tip to base in their soft hooves and even softer mane. Stroking you with focused, almost practiced, precision. They they picked up speed, squeezing you between their hooves, milking you for all you were worth.

“Come on big guy.” Pink breathed, her hooves stoking you almost on instinct.

“Cum in our silky soft manes. Give us a few white, hot, highlights.”

Between their hooves, the hot breath from their muzzles, and their improvised, natural sex toy, you knew you won’t last long. You grunted as they sped up, feeling your throbbing length in their hooves, urging you to mark them as yours. You slammed your eyes shut as the pressure built up to bursting.

Then you came. Steaming jets of cum shooting from your sensitive tip, and staining their manes and hooves with baby batter. “Wow, he was pent up for sure!” Blue exclaimed.

“You got that right.” The other agreed.

They let go of your pulsing member and let their cum stained hair fall once more, their sticky hooves finding their way to their mouths, their veils removed and tossed aside.

“He tastes pretty sweet too!” Blue licked her lips, “I call it!”

Pink pouted, “No fair! I wasn’t ready!”

Blue stuck out her tongue playfully, “How about you feel what his mouth can do?”

In your freshly pleasure-kicked mind you thanked your roommate for forcing you to eat so many mangos, they swore it could come in use someday. You closed your eyes, getting your breath under control, but felt your chest nearly collapse as a great weight settled itself there.

The pink mare was on top of you now, but it wasn’t the sky blue eyes that you were expecting to see. No, a prolific scent of rose water filled your nostrils as you gazed at a glistening, wet marehood. “Well?” You heard her say, “Are you going to try me or not?” And as if to give you a bit of encouragement, her dock flicked, and a weight of tail hair came washing over you, entombing your face in a waterfall of soft blue.

The smell was even stronger now with nowhere to escape, and you took a curious lick at her folds. The taste was like a strong perfume, and while it wasn’t very pleasant on the tongue, it at least smelled very good. Running your tongue up and down her slit you poked and prodded between her folds, teasing her with the promise of penetration.

You felt something climb onto your thighs and pelvis, and felt something hot and wet kiss the tip of your manhood. Hot breath tickled your tip. Then her broad, pony tongue worked its way from the tip of your shaft down to your balls, and right back up. You grunted into the mare on your face, your rod throbbing back to life.

“Come on, you can’t have all the fun~” You heard Blue say. Then you heard Pink eep! You couldn’t see it, but, with an impressive display of flexibility, Blue shoved her own drooling marehood onto Pink’s mouth. And from Blue’s moans of pleasure, they were both enjoying it.

Meanwhile, you continued to attack Pink’s rose pot. Stabbing her insides with your tongue, you made it your mission to wreak this mare. Her walls were hot and slick with her juices, which you explored with enthusiasm, only leaving her folds to breathe in fresh, rosy air. You heard her muffled moans as she worked on pleasuring her other partner.

Blue was tasting every inch of you, sucking on your tip and licking your balls. Then, she took you into her mouth. It was a sudden strike that made you hiss in pleasure. She took you less then half way up your length, before rising up, being careful not to grind her teeth against your sensitive skin, before gulping you in again.

So there you sat, Pink pressing her privates onto your face, moaning as your chin ground against her clit, a mix of her mare essence and drool dripping down your cheeks onto your shirt. She drank in her dance partner’s own ecstasy, all the while Blue fell into a steady, rough rhythm: rise, fall, rise, fall, rise, fall; her groans and slurps filling the room with a music that only sex could dance to.

Then you felt it. The muscles in Pink’s flanks and marehood tensing, and she screamed into her partner as your tongue ravaged her sensitive walls as she came. A torrent of marejuices flooded your mouth, and you drank her in as your mouth was dominated by the taste of roses and other floral scents. You did your best to gulp down as much of her essence as you could, but most of it ended up around your face, and down your chin and neck.

But that didn’t distract you from the pleasure you were receiving down south. That pressure was building in your groin once again, and Blue picked up her pace, deepthroating you with animalistic ferocity. She was close as well, you could tell by her sporadic, unfocused bobbing. Even with her lack of focus and technique, you were seconds away from blowing your load.

“Mmmph!” You tried warning her, but Pink was pressing herself against you hard, as she rode out her own orgasm. You grasped at her flanks, electing a gasp from the pink mare, but it was too late. You grit your teeth as your legs locked, and you humped yourself into Blue’s mouth.

Her throat vibrated as she groaned, sucking your dick as far as it could go as you painted her mouth and throat white with your fertile seed. You saw stars explode in your vision, and your eyes seemed to darken at the edges as you emptied your balls into the sexy mare. From the way you felt her throat vibrate and her head relax, she just got off too.

You felt like you couldn’t breathe, your mouth buried in marehood; your nose assaulted by the smell of rose water, your vision nothing but glistening pink fur. All the while your head laid softly against the couch, draped by silky by a silky smooth tail as your manhood lay nestled warm and snug in a mare’s godly mouth. As your vision darkened, you thought, “So this is how I die?” Your mind paused as you closed your eyes, “I’m ok with it.”

–

The young colt took his ear from the door. He had come to check up on the VIP, the human, a few minutes ago. But, he couldn’t hear anything. No music, no movement, no nothing. He was sure that the show shouldn’t be over yet.

Taking his key in hoof, he unlocked the door and cracked it. His nose scrunched immediately at the smell that wafted out from the room. It was a strange mix of roses, coconuts, and an earthly musk. He peered inside, and his confusion was increased ten-fold.

The human was still there alright, he was laid down on one of the couches, and in his arms were the two dancer mares, the ones that had volunteered for the show. They were all asleep, the two mares cuddled up against the human’s chest, also sound asleep. Their veils were off, tossed aside on the ground from what he could see.

Then he noticed something strange about…the…human…oh.

The colt shut the door, his face contorted with a mixture of embarrassment, confusion, and mild horror. So they…no way. He locked the door once more so no unfortunate ponies stumbled across the trio, and rushed off to find Miss Margarine, the manager.

One thing was for sure, she wasn’t going to be giving out free VIP passes or private shows any time soon.

Author's Note

I won't lie, all inspiration for this came from Kebchach's art. The way Kebchach draws mare manes and tails just makes me want to lay down on those thick, silky strands. It doesn't help they're longer than my-

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