Tempest's Temptation

by dirty little secret

Rating: mature
Tags: My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Anthro, Porn, Trixie, Tempest Shadow, Moondancer, Fetish, Non-consensual, Prince Blueblood, Sex, My Little Pony: The Movie, Fleur de Lis
Length: 9028

During her short time in control of Canterlot, Tempest amuses herself by visiting a strip club full of mares and stallions who will do anything for money ... or, in her case, to avoid being thrown in a cage.

During her short time in control of Canterlot, Tempest amuses herself by visiting a strip club full of mares and stallions who will do anything for money ... or, in her case, to avoid being thrown in a cage.

Contains: stripping/prostitution, dubious consent, non-consent, mare on mare, mare on stallion, femboy on mare, orgasm denial, titties of improbable size, lactation, facial, cum-swapping.
Additional character tags: OC, Milky Way.
Cover art by Ambris.
1st place winner of the Striptember contest!
An entry for the Who Says Villains Can't Be Sexy contest.

Published 2023-09-22 18:30:02 UTC
Last updated 2023-09-22 18:30:02 UTC

Tempest's Temptation

I sneered up at the facade this ‘prince’ Blueblood had led me to and crossed my arms over my chest. ‘The Golden Crown’ ... it sure didn’t seem to live up to its name, especially from out here on the street. Compared to the glittering high-end boutiques and cafés surrounding us, it seemed drab and almost run-down. The ornate goldwork above the door, which the club’s name was engraved in, was somewhat tarnished, revealing that it wasn’t real gold, and that was the only decoration on the otherwise windowless and featureless building.

If this pony prince had betrayed me, he would pay for it. “Seriously,” I asked, “you’re telling me that this is the best that Canterlot has to offer?”

“Um...” Blueblood glanced nervously at my hulking Storm Minions, as if he expected the ape-like things to tear him limb from limb at any moment. “Well, uh, you see ... it’s much better on the inside.”

I peered at him, looking carefully for any evidence of a lie. A commander of the Storm King’s forces cannot afford to be a mare who’s easily deceived.

“There may be some more extravagant clubs in Las Pegasus or Manehattan, but ... but those are several hours away, even by airship. This really is the best strip club in Canterlot. You can trust me. I’ve, ah... I’ve been here a ... a few times.”

He struck me as the sort of stallion that would go to such places constantly. But ... then again, who was I to judge, given what I intended to do here? “Very well. Let’s see...”

“Now, about my reward?”

“Reward?” I hadn’t promised him any reward, except perhaps for not being thrown in a cage immediately.

He looked me up and down, obviously trying to see right through my black leotard.

With a dismissive laugh, I turned toward the door. Moving with accustomed confident grace and lack of hesitation, I opened it and headed inside. I could tell Blueblood was staring at my ass again. Let him. My armored leotard hid very little because I had nothing to hide, nothing to be ashamed of. If he tried anything unwanted with me, he’d soon find out what those rippling muscles of mine could do.

Inside, I found a dimly lit entry room. The small room quickly filled with my entourage of Canterlot tour guide and Storm Minion bodyguards. A tall, muscular stallion in a gaudy gold mockery of a royal guard uniform blocked the doorway further in.

“Our apologies, but due to the emergency situation at the castle, the club is closed until further notice.”

I rolled my eyes. “Move.”

“I’m sorry but I can’t allow—”

“Move him.” I gestured with two fingers, signaling two Storm Minions to execute my command. Promptly, the stallion guarding the doorway was no longer a problem.

Once on the main floor of the club, I finally had a chance to appreciate the club itself. Blueblood hadn’t been lying. It was substantially better on the inside. Far superior to anything in the Storm King’s domain, that was for certain. Mirror-finished gold accented with red velvet draperies, plush couches and chairs surrounding a gleaming gold stage, a fully stocked bar to the side... Unfortunately, despite the resplendent décor the place seemed to be in a miserable state. The fancy lighting systems were turned off, no music played, and a group of ponies – presumably the club’s staff – all huddled together on a few couches near the bar. They weren’t even wearing anything sexy. Merely ordinary street clothes.

That wouldn’t do at all. “Back to work!” I ordered as I strutted in. “All of you! I want this place running as perfectly as ever. It’s time I took a well-deserved break, and I’m ready for some entertainment. Show me what Canterlot has to offer.”

The huddle just shrank down, staring at me. And then staring at the Storm Minions crowding into the large room behind me.

“Today, please. Let’s see some life in here, ponies!”

All it took was one grunt from my Storm Minions, and the huddle of ponies absolutely scattered. Good thing I’d already sent a few of those brutes to guard the back entrance and make sure nopony left. Wouldn’t want all my little birds flying the coop now would I?

Taking my time, I strode across the club and picked a nice seat right in front of the middle of the main stage. Hm, yes. This would do for a start.

“Uh ... Miss Tempest, ma’am... Now that I’ve helped you find the club, maybe I could—”

I smirked up at Blueblood and pointed to the seat next to mine. “Sit.”

“But are you sure you don’t want me to...”

All it took was one raised eyebrow to make him instantly scramble into the seat I’d pointed out. I laughed a little. “Good boy. You like this place, don’t you? So stay a while and enjoy the show.”

Suddenly, music filled the room, and colored lights began strobing over the stage. Ah, good. Whoever was in charge of that side of things must have already been turned back from the back door and gone to work. Which hopefully meant it wouldn’t be long before...

Ah, yes! The curtain at the back of the stage parted, and out came the first of the dancers. Finally, some proper entertainment! Though ... proper may have been a bit of an exaggeration. Nothing wrong with her looks – that was for certain. Sublimely tall and thin, with white legs that went on forever and a decadently cascading mane of pink hair. She wore an ornate set of black lingerie, and with her supermodel-worthy body, she looked more fit for a fashion show catwalk than a strip club stage. And yet, despite her enviable looks, she tip-toed onto the stage like a frightened fawn, ready to bolt at any moment. She made no effort to dance to the blasting beat of the music, and the way she held her hands over her body, it looked like she’d never shown herself like this before.

Next to me, Blueblood made an ... adjustment in his pants. Hard already? Pathetic. “That’s Fleur De Lis,” he said, just barely audible over the music. “She’s, um, one of my favorites. So graceful ... and she gives really good head.”

Graceful? This nervous wreck of a mare? I gestured with one hand – and a stern look – for her to get on with it. Maybe the next pony would be better...

But ... oh! What was this? The mare closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and began to move. Oh my! It was as if she was a completely different pony! Now I could see what had gotten Blueblood so excited so quickly. Ignoring her obvious fear, Fleur pranced and glided across the stage effortlessly, spinning around the pole as if it were her partner in an elegant ballroom dance. Every sensual motion put her lithe body on perfect display.

It still wasn’t perfect – her dancing was rather slow for the fast-paced beat of the music – but it was enough to get me up on the edge of my seat, licking my lips and vying for a closer view.

And then her clothes started coming off. First her lacy black bra, which she’d somehow managed to unhook and shrug off so fluidly that it didn’t even interfere with the rhythm of her dance. Her white breasts were small, but were absolutely perfect and fit her proportions well. And her dainty pink nipples – so tiny! – were enough to make my mouth water with every tantalizing glimpse between the flashing of the stage lights. Her lace-embroidered panties came off next. They seemed to take forever to slide down her long, slender legs ... which gave me plenty of time to drink in the sight of what they’d once covered. She was not clean shaven, instead sporting a soft pink landing strip leading straight down to her pert and puffy little lips.

I bit my own lower lip. Already, this was far better than anything I ever got in the Storm Fortress – mainly just the cast-off rejects from the Storm King’s personal harem. The gusset of my leotard was already beginning to feel a little wet. It would surely be soaked by the time I’d met all of these pony dancers.

Fleur finished her dance perfectly timed with the end of the song, freezing in place facing the audience – me – with her arms high over her head along the pole and the rest of her long, lean body stretched out in front of me in spectacular fashion, now clad only in stockings and garters.

Blueblood, by now, had gotten into the spirit of things and applauded heartily. I, however, merely locked eyes with the beautiful Fleur and beckoned her toward me with a curl of my finger.

A brief display of her earlier hesitation was visible. She glanced toward the back of the stage as if considering the option to run for it. Who knew? Maybe with long legs like hers, she might even be able to outrun my Storm Minions... But no. Her hesitation vanished as quickly as it had come. She crossed the stage toward me in only a couple long-legged strides, then bent low over my seat, her hands on her knees. “So, what’s your name, beautiful?” she asked, fully committing to the act.

Act or not, it felt good to hear that from an even more beautiful mare. I stood up, coming face to face with her, whispering with my lips almost at her muzzle. “Tempest Shadow.” Casually, I reached up to touch—

A meaty hand clamped down on my shoulder. “I’m sorry, Ma’am. You’re not allowed to touch the dancers in this club.”

It was the door guard again. What a pest. I grabbed his hand with my own, crushing him in my grip, and then effortlessly flipped him onto his back on the floor with one hand.

He squirmed there, moaning something about his back. Ponies here were so soft and pathetic. Was this really the best they could do?

“Cage him,” I said dismissively, not even watching as two Storm Minions dragged the stallion away.

Now, about my... No! Fleur was escaping, waving tentatively as she slipped back through the curtain and off of the stage. The audacity! I hadn’t dismissed her yet! Oh, she would absolutely be making that up to me later.

“Please give it up for our next performer, Cosmic Crisp!” some unseen announcer said, his voice echoing through the club.

As a new song began, I sat back down in my seat. I had time to kill, after all. Fleur could wait a little while. For now, I would see what this Cosmic Crisp had to offer.

“Ooh! He’s pretty good,” Blueblood said. “Even if he is a distant relation of those bumpkin Apple Family ponies. Not that I like stallions or anything.”

He? Oh, so this club offered both mares and stallions? Well now – this just got interesting! I watched with sparkling eyes as a long, slender, and freckle-covered leg slid out from behind the curtain. Just a leg at first, a rich red color ... but then a tail, too – bright yellow and just as luscious as Fleur’s had been. When he sashayed fully onto the stage, I finally got a good look at the white mini-skirt and crop top he’d dolled himself up in. And, of course, the substantial bulge underneath the skirt, inadequately contained by a tiny thong.

I squirmed in my seat as he danced for me and me alone. Blueblood was blushing and trying his best not to look. This Cosmic Crisp ‘Apple bumpkin’ might not have been quite as graceful and elegant as Fleur, but he knew how to shake what he had, and the way he ran his hands up and down his abs made me lick my lips.

Why wait? I summoned him closer with a curl of my finger. And this time there was no bouncer to tell me not to.

Cosmic seemed hesitant about it. He didn’t come quite within reach. Just off the edge of the stage, he kept dancing, teasing at pulling his thong aside ... as if I couldn’t already tell exactly what he was hiding underneath it.

Never one to let others’ reluctance slow me down, I stood up, grabbed him by the tail, and pulled him toward me. Taken by surprise, he nearly fell – he would have, if I hadn’t caught him. Goodness ... he hardly weighed anything at all.

Once he was in my grasp, I ran one hand up and down those succulently lean abs of his. My other hand adventured a bit further south. And into his ear, I whispered, “You know ... I could break you with one twitch of my thighs...”

His whole body went stiff ... but his cock went even stiffer, quickly pitching a tent in his skirt.

“Oh? You like the sound of that, do you?” I stroked his cock ... which might very well have been thicker than his arms.

“Uh... Uh...” He gulped, trembling in my grasp. “Yer ... yer, uh, kinda scary, Ma’am.”

Well, couldn’t fault him for honesty! Laughing, I effortlessly pushed him back up onto the stage ... and slapped his ass for good measure before he’d even caught his balance. “Send out the next one, pretty boy – I’m saving you for later!” As he hurried back toward the safety of the curtain as fast as his high heels could carry him, I had an idea of how to liven things up and yelled after him, “In fact, bring them all out!”

Thankfully, it seemed like the staff here were starting to get with the program and do what they were told when they were told. Pretty soon, everypony who’d been hiding behind that curtain came out. And there was certainly some wonderful eye candy for me to enjoy!

A mare calling herself The Great and Powerful Trixie – clearly just a stage name – who’d come out in a star-patterned cape ... and nothing else. Her big round breasts were obvious fakes, but otherwise not a bad body, though maybe a little soft around the edges for my tastes. And she didn’t seem to have much actual idea about how to dance up there ... other than having quite a flair for flashing and teasing with that cape of hers – she obviously had quite a bit of experience with that. Still, she was absolutely shameless about herself, and that had a certain cute allure to it.

A pegasus mare called Razzle Dazzle whose specialty seemed to be glitter and lots of it. Her charcoal black fur combined with bright electric blue mane was a nice backdrop for all that sparkle, and it reminded me of the colors of my own armor. Could my armor do with a little sparkle? No ... wouldn’t be intimidating enough. When Dazzle took off her shiny golden mini-bikini, it took me a long moment to realize that her nipples weren’t actually gleaming like diamonds – those were just gemstone-encrusted pasties she’d been wearing underneath! Still quite a good show, though, especially since she had a nice jiggly set that moved almost as much as they sparkled. And it was really an eye-opener when she flared out her jewelry-bedecked wings!

Another pegasus mare named Gee String, pale yellow and much smaller than the other – probably the shortest mare on stage. And yet, she was certainly worth watching! Though small, her body was nearly as toned and muscular as my own. She had hardly any breasts to speak of, but her ass – hidden only by her namesake undergarment – was absolutely fantastic. Easily the best butt on stage. So perky, round, and toned, with a generous gap between her thighs as if just begging for that gap to be filled. My eyes were always drawn back to her every time she turned around and raised her tail!

An extra-feminine looking unicorn stallion calling himself Cherry Pop. His cutie mark of a soda bottle with a cherry on the label gave his name plausible deniability ... but as I watched him dance in his tight little athletic shorts and fishnet top I definitely found myself wanting to pop his cherry ... and more. His sultry-brown curves looked softer and more delicate than some of the mares on stage, and when he peeled off those shorts, I didn’t even care that his package was quite small. Because his ass was nearly as nice as Gee String’s, making me feel like climbing up onto the stage and taking a bite out of him!

And then there was the true jaw-dropper of the bunch: Milky Way. Another pale yellow mare, but an earth pony with striking blue mane and tail. A tiny bit of chub to her, but not so much as to be unattractive. What was truly striking about her was her chest. Even though she’d come out wearing an impressively large bra, it still wasn’t enough, leading her absolutely massive tits threatening to spill out of it at any moment. And soon, they did! They certainly had a bit of sag to them, but who could complain about that, given their insane mass? Each of them must have been twice the size of my head! I’d never even thought boobs could be this huge! And yet, when she took her bra off, there was no denying that they were absolutely real. The way they jiggled and bounced, the way they squished together when she squeezed them ... there was no faking a set like that. A mouthwatering set that I would definitely be getting my hands on before my evening of fun was over!

“Can I get you anything to drink, Ma’am?”

I’d been so distracted by the display of lovely bodies on stage that I hadn’t even noticed the unicorn waitress coming up to my side! Now that she’d finally pulled my attention away, though... Hmm... All the dancers on stage were sexy, sure ... but this little one was cute. Her frumpy ponytail and funny little half-repaired glasses ... her ‘over this’ attitude and not seeming frightened of me in the slightest ... the long, thick sweater she wore, concealing a generous bustline and – to all appearances – the only thing she had on, with nothing visible underneath...

Though the dazzling array on stage still twinkled in the corner of my eye, I looked up at this waitress with only slightly divided attention. “Oh? And what’s your name?” I licked my lips a little.

She pouted and her eyes turned away, looking vaguely in Blueblood’s direction. “Moondancer.”

“A name like that, a body like yours, and you’re not up there on stage dancing?”

Her pout intensified, and she crossed her arms over her chest, partially hiding it from me ... though mostly just squishing things upward. “I’m just a waitress. I only work here for a little extra money to fund my studies. I’m not—” she glanced toward the stage “—like them.”

“Oh, but you have the potential, don’t you?” I chuckled to myself a little, having already decided where this would go. Had she caught on yet?

“Look, just let me know if you want anything to drink, so I can—”

Moving like lightning, I reached up and grabbed her wrist as she pointed toward the bar. My grip was like iron – though she yanked herself away, I didn’t move an inch.

Quickly, she realized her position; quickly, she stopped struggling against me. Ah, good. Moondancer was one of the smarter sort of ponies. I wouldn’t even need to get the Storm Minions involved. Now she looked down at me, at my grasp around her slender wrist. She bit her lip a little. “What is it ... what is it that you’d like, Ma’am?”

I grinned and pulled her a little closer. “I think I’m ready for a lap dance.”

“Oh, okay...” She glanced toward the stage. “Just let me know which one of our—”

“Stop playing dumb. I can see you’re smarter than that. I’d like a lap dance from you.”

She was very close now, to the point where her bare thighs pressed against the side of my seat. “But I’m just a waitress. I don’t—”

“You do now.” With battle-hardened muscles I physically pulled her in front of me and pushed my seat a little further from the stage at the same time, placing her in front of me, practically right between my knees. She’d have just barely enough room between my seat and the stage to give me a proper lap dance. All the better. It meant she wouldn’t be going anywhere else.

Her eyes darted side to side. She looked like she might bolt at any moment. But I put an end to that quickly. A simple gesture drew two Storm Minions up from the darkness in the back of the club, brought them standing to either side of me. Blueblood tried to lean away, trying to stay further from the Storm Minions ... while also obviously ogling everything I did with this cute pony mare. If Moondancer tried to run, she wouldn’t stand a chance.

Of course, she could always scramble up onto the stage to get away ... but she wouldn’t. I knew this type. Thought she was better than the dancers up there. Promised herself she’d never set foot on that stage. And would do anything to keep from breaking a promise like that. And soon, she’d give herself the excuse that she had no choice, which would finally let her do what she’d always secretly wanted to do.

And I was absolutely right. Sullenly – but inevitably – Moondancer turned around, sat in my lap, and began moving her bare thighs against mine.

Ha! Ponies and their vanity! Who did she think she was better than? I’d certainly done my own time as a stripper, when I was a disfigured young unicorn looking for my place in the world and badly in need of money. If I could swallow my pride and do what must be done, then surely this bookish-looking unicorn could!

She was not bottomless under that sweater, unfortunately – which I soon learned when I slid my hands up the sides of her legs. There were some sort of tight, clingy shorts on underneath. Those would definitely come off ... in due time. For now, as she gyrated in my lap, I slid my hands higher and higher underneath her bulky wool sweater. Every motion of hers allowed my hands to draw just a bit closer to her chest.

Moondancer squirmed ... which, honestly, felt just as nice as the rocking motions she’d been making before. “Ma’am, you’re not allowed to touch in this club!” she said urgently, already too late.

Reaching just a bit higher, I grabbed two glorious handfuls of squishy-soft pony tits. She was not wearing a bra. Nor did she need one, despite having much more substantial breasts than my own. I squeezed mercilessly. “This is my club now, little pony, and I can do anything I want.”

The way she moved in my lap became jerky, almost desperate at that point ... though perhaps not because she was struggling to escape. Even over the music, I could hear Moondancer’s slight moans every time I squeezed her lovely tits or pinched her adorable little nipples. Was she getting as wet as me? I slid one hand back down her surprisingly slim belly, right over her shorts, and authoritatively pressed my fingers into her soft mound through the thin, stretchable fabric.

Those shorts were soaked in the middle.

Still watching – and very much enjoying – all of the dancers in front of us on stage, I whispered into Moondancer’s ear, “You like this, don’t you?”

She shook her head vehemently no, but a needy tilt of her hips pressed her pussy firmly against my hand.

I pushed one finger into the middle of her dripping cameltoe, deep enough that it was surely driving a bit of the fabric all the way inside this cute little mare’s pussy lips. “Take these off,” I ordered, with every bit of accustomed authority in my voice.

Moondancer didn’t hesitate in the slightest. She stood, bending toward the stage, and pulled the shorts down right in front of me, finally exposing herself. The sight of her wet shorts momentarily clinging to her puffy pussy lips rivaled anything I’d seen on the stage. When she turned around, I could see that – unlike most of the dancers – she actually had a puff of hairs above her pussy, though the lips themselves were cleanly shaved.

Unable to resist any longer, I lunged forward and pulled her toward me – one hand behind her neck, the other behind her back. This time, she didn’t resist at all. She came to rest with her legs straddling one of my thighs. Right away, I could feel the cool, slick wetness of her desperate pussy.

Her hands went, as if by habit, to my shoulders. She started rocking back and forth, rubbing herself on my thigh. “Ma’am, you’re ... you’re so...”

Reaching up under her sweater again, I took hold of her luscious tits. They seemed even softer and juicier with her in this position! I could see the way she was looking at me, at my arms, at my abs, the way her thighs squeezed around mine. “Go on,” I told her, “say it.”

“I ... I never knew a mare could have ... have muscles like that...”

Already groping her shamelessly, I whispered into her ear, “You can touch ... as long as you make it worth my while.”

Instantly, Moondancer’s hands moved down from my shoulder pads. She brushed my breasts only briefly before moving on to what she was truly interested in – the chiseled lines of my abs, visible even through my utilitarian leotard. I knew I was everything she was not. Strong and firm where she was soft and frail. Absolutely in control over the direction of my life, while she drifted aimlessly. Powerful and fearsome while the best she could hope to present herself as was cute.

“Lower,” I instructed.

Moondancer’s breath caught for a moment – I could definitely feel that with my hands all over her chest – but as befitted her, she did as she was told, sliding one hand all the way down to the gusset of my leotard. At this point, Blueblood was practically watching over my shoulder, trying to see what was happening down there.

At first, she only rubbed me through the stretchable fabric, but I soon saw to that, reaching down with one hand and hooking my finger into it, pulling it to the side. Oh yes – her nimble and soft fingers felt much nicer against my wet pussy lips than my own calloused hands would have. No longer needing that hand, I grabbed one of her soft ass cheeks and squeezed hard, my fingers digging in deep as I started pushing and pulling to make sure she rubbed against my thigh even more.

With my hands full of cute unicorn mare and my pussy full of her teasing fingers, I leaned back in my seat and enjoyed my private show to the utmost. Well, maybe not that private, since Blueblood was clearly watching the two of us. He’d pay for that later. For now, I ignored him, instead focusing on the lovely sensations of Moondancer’s dirty lap dance, as well as the other dancers still on stage.

And what a show it was! These ponies were professionals, no doubt about that. Even with me being rather distracted by Moondancer, they hadn’t slowed down at all. Gee String had sandwiched her gorgeous little ass between the pumping hips of the two femboy stallions, Cosmic and Cherry, letting it bounce back and forth between them like a lewd game of tennis. Fleur and Dazzle played with offering peeks of themselves from behind Trixie’s cape, to Trixie’s delightfully obvious annoyance. And right there in front of me, front and center, Milky Way pressed her enormous tits together around the stripper pole, easily swallowing a long section of it into her cleavage without a trace as she moved up and down a little, as if tit-fucking the pole. She winked at me and exaggeratedly licked her lips.

It all would have been enough to make me shiver even without a cute unicorn mare’s fingers at work inside me. Finally a little bit of reward for all the hard service I’d put in for the Storm King! It was about time! I would definitely be coming back here after he restores my horn and takes control of Equestria. Under the Storm King’s rule, this club will be my own personal little paradise! I could enjoy this for ages!

Unfortunately, though, it turned out that Moondancer’s enjoyment was a bit more temporary. Her breath had already been coming faster and faster, her bare pussy slickly gliding against my thigh more and more urgently. But before I knew it – long before I expected it – she just popped.

With a very sudden and finally uninhibited moan that anyone in the club would hear, she pressed against me hard. No longer just my thigh, but my entire body, as if she wanted to be as close as possible to me. And that included pressing her snub-nosed muzzle against mine and going for a deep uninvited kiss.

I kissed her back, of course. I’m not a monster. And besides, she was really cute as she came her heart out, squirting and squirming against the rock-hard muscles of my thigh.

The problem, though, was that once her shuddering orgasm had passed, her eyes rolled back into her head and she just dropped, almost completely limp. If I hadn’t been as strong as I was, I might not have been able to hold her up and prevent her from hitting the back of her head against the corner of the stage.

Shaking my head with horny disappointment, I lowered her gently onto soft carpeted floor. Given the vacant look on her face and the way her body still twitched from time to time, it would be quite a while before she recovered enough to take care of my needs. Needs which, at this point, were becoming quite pressing! In all my time, even working as a stripper myself, I’d seldom felt so pent up and desperate for release.

Thankfully, there would be no need for me to take matters into my own hands, not this time.

“It’s time for a little fun in the back room,” I said, my tone leaving no room for doubt. Standing without bothering to pull the bottom of my leotard back into place, I pointed to the dancers on stage in turn. “Milky Way, Cosmic Crisp, Fleur De Lis, Gee String – you’re coming with me.”

Without waiting to see if they’d follow instructions, I strode confidently toward the back room of the club. Of course they’d follow. If they hesitated at all, I could rest assured that the Storm Minions would encourage them.

Someone touched my arm! Combat reflexes as quick as ever, I wheeled around and shoved my assailant back ... just in time to see Blueblood stumble back into his seat.

I sneered at him. “What makes you think you can touch me?”

He glanced up and down my body ... more down than up, since his eyes tended to linger on my exposed pussy lips. At least he had the wits to be a bit nervous about it, though. “I, um... You see... You, uh, said something about promising a reward for showing you the best club?”

I hadn’t actually promised him anything at all. What a greedy mule of a stallion. I’d only needed him because he looked like the sort to be seedy and desperate enough to frequent such an establishment. Other than that, I found him mostly just annoying. Which was saying something. Considering how desperate for any action I felt in the moment. Even the worst stallion should have seemed alluring to me right now. But this one ... he was just so impudent. Did he really think he was already on my good side? Did he really think I had a good side? Well, he’d get his ‘reward’. Hm... Yes, I knew just how to reward a stallion like him.

“Of course,” I told him smoothly. “You come along as well.” I looked back up on the stage and pointed at a couple more mares. “Trixie! Dazzle! You two come with us and suck his cock.”

Blueblood’s eyes went wide. His jaw dropped. I turned and walked away before he could annoy me any further.

The club’s private room was separated by a beaded curtain from the main lounge ... and it turned out to be not all that private. Luxuriant couches lined the outer wall, but besides the arms of the couches themselves, nothing separated them from each other. Anyone in here would have a full view of anyone else. That would definitely be changing once I took control of this place. The ambiance here was cozy enough, but I didn’t need anypony ogling me as I enjoyed my time with the pretty mares and stallions who worked here.

Speaking of somepony ogling me, I felt eyes from behind me, obviously checking out the hardened curves of my ass. It had to be Blueblood. One quick glance confirmed it.

Thankfully, better company was on the way. Soon, all the mares – and the one stallion – who I’d requested also filtered into the room, displaying a whole range between anticipation and fear. Except for Fleur, of course, who professionally maintained a look of aloof disinterest, despite the slight blush on her chest and a wayward dripping between her legs.

Remembering how the bouncer had previously stymied my attempt to touch her, I boldly walked right up to her and groped her, touching her nude body everywhere from her modest breasts, her long toned belly, and all the way down to her – indeed quite wet – pussy. As I moved on to her long, stocking-covered legs, I happened to notice Cosmic Crisp standing behind her. And, more relevantly, Cosmic Crisp’s delightfully long, juicy cock, already half-erect and quickly growing.

“You!” I pointed to him and then to the nearest couch. “Sit!”

He obeyed instantly, setting himself down in the middle of the couch with his cock bobbing in the air in front of him and his miniskirt hiding nothing whatsoever. Perfect.

I took my time approaching him, willingly letting my anticipation build ... and I unzipped the back of my leotard as I went. By the time I stood in front of him, it was ready to fall off of my body ... which I freely allowed. It was so gratifying, seeing his cock twitch as my breasts and muscled abs were exposed.

Less gratifying was the way Blueblood plopped down on the next couch over, already holding Trixie and Dazzle by their manes, shoving them down toward his crotch. He looked over at me smugly, “This truly is the life, is it not?”

What an oaf! How dare he distract me in this wonderful moment? How dare he imply that he and I had anything in common? Well, he’d get his ‘reward’ soon enough. For now, I ignored him, turning my attention toward the much prettier stallion in front of me. Cosmic Crisp still wore his miniskirt and crop top, though his undergarment had gone entirely missing. Now that he was fully erect, the skirt did nothing to hide his substantial endowment. I could see everything from his drooling tip to the smooth orbs of his hefty-looking balls. The look in his eyes told me that he knew what I was about to do ... and that he wanted it nearly as badly as me.

Turning around and lifting my tail to the side, I took him. Claimed him. With as wet as Moondancer had left me, there was no resistance at all as I closed my eyes and sat down onto his tip, sliding my way down his length. Yes! How long had it been since I’d felt a proper stallion’s shaft stretching me from the inside, filling me perfectly and completely? Not since my days as a stripper! Certainly no one I met in the Storm King’s lands came anywhere close to this. I took a long moment just wiggling my hips side to side a little, getting comfortable with the intimate contact, inside and out.

But ... as I opened my eyes, I suddenly remembered that there was much more for me here than just a feminine stallion’s cock, however glorious that might feel eagerly twitching deep inside me. Fleur, Gee String, And Milky Way all stood in front of me, looking down expectantly. Or, in Fleur’s case, aloofly. Milky way held her giant breasts with her hands, as if it was uncomfortable for her to simply let them hang. Gee String had one finger against her lips, and she was smiling at me. Yeah – definitely a good choice there.

Time to give them their marching orders! “You!” I pointed at Fleur. “Get down on your knees and take care of my clit while I ride this lovely boy. You other two—” I pointed in turn to the couch on either side of me “—here and here. I need a little entertainment for my pony ride.”

Both I and Cosmic had to spread our legs open a little in order to give Fleur room to nose her way in between. And to her credit, she didn’t hesitate in the slightest, even though by this point, my pussy was practically frothing with juices around Cosmic’s cock. She stuck her thin, elegant muzzle right down in there, not afraid in the slightest to get dirty. Ah, what a mare! So elegant, and yet she wasn’t stuck up in the slightest. Blueblood could learn a thing or two from a mare like that! Though he’d learn my lesson first.

Fleur seemed to be no stranger to pussy, either. Starting with slow, soft licks, she graciously tended to my clit, sending tingling pleasure up my whole body and making my pussy clench down on the cock inside me. Her hands traced appreciatively along the contours of my thighs and my abs. What an absolute keeper! Maybe rather than letting this club keep operating, I could claim some of them for my private harem ... with Fleur being the first addition to my collection!

Of course, the other two would make fine additions as well! Each of them was well aware of their own talents...

Gee String faced away from me to the right, on her knees with her hands braced against the arm of the sofa, which put her absolutely delicious little yellow ass on perfect display right next to me, swaying side to side and just begging to be touched. So, of course, I did touch her. Her yellow cheeks were wonderfully firm and tight, but in a grip like mine, they still squeezed enough to pull her pussy lips to the side a little when I grabbed her. Her short, boyish tail shot up, putting her even more perfectly on display for me. Seeing her butter-yellow pussy part open to show the steamy pink depths waiting inside was mouth-watering, and I absolutely would have gone in for a taste ... if not for the presence of something even more delicious to my left.

Milky Way absolutely lived up to her name, in every way possible. She was also on her knees, but facing me, with her gloriously enormous tits on full display. I still could barely believe my eyes when I looked at her. No way those could actually be real... But when I was bold enough to reach up and touch one, my hand flat against the massive curve of it ... oh yes. Without a doubt. Entirely real. There was no faking that pillowy softness, that pliant squish, that slight springiness of real tits. Not by any spell or surgery I’d ever heard of, at least. The way my hand just sank into her wonderfully soft heaven completely blew my mind. This mare must simply have been blessed with such an incredible set. That wasn’t her only trick, though – she wasn’t content to only let me grope her. Even as I touched her and unbelievingly explored her body, she bent her head down to my chest and took one of my dark purple nipples into her mouth.

My legs tensed and Cosmic groaned as my pussy twitched around his cock. How had Milky Way known my nipples would be so sensitive? Or would she have done this sort of thing for any mare?

At that point, I was lost in paradise. The alluring firmness of Gee String’s ass in one hand, the sumptuous softness of Milky Way’s tits in my other hand ... Fleur’s lovingly thorough care to my clit and pussy lips, along with Cosmic’s sublime cock rubbing against my inner walls in just the right way as I slowly moved my hips on top of him ... it was completely perfect in every way! I slipped a finger inside Gee String’s tight, hot pussy and pinched Milky Way’s nipple. My pussy squeezed and rippled over Cosmic’s cock and dripped onto Fleur’s face. Nothing could ruin this!

Except ... that, of course, something did. Blueblood was getting louder and more annoying by the moment, currently babbling on about how close he was and how he was going to cum down Trixie’s throat.

It was time for his ‘reward’.

With a pointed glance, I caught the attention of one of my omnipresent Storm Minion bodyguards and directed him toward Blueblood. “Cage him!”

It was so satisfying hearing the way Blueblood squealed when the Storm Minion grabbed him and hefted him bodily away from the two mares he was abusing. Blueblood’s cock was indeed already flared at the tip, sure to cum soon ... unless...

“Once he’s in the cage, don’t let him touch himself. Stick him with a spear if he tries.”

“You can’t do this!” the spoiled princeling whined as the Storm Minion carried him away. “It’s unhealthy! I’ll pop like a balloon if I don’t get my rightful...”

Thankfully, I didn’t need to hear the rest. I’d never have to hear his nasally whining voice again if I chose. And now, I could fully enjoy my own little paradise. I took no notice of it as Trixie and Dazzle slunk away. Let them go – for now – I had everything I needed right here.

First, I pulled Gee String a little closer, into my lap to rub her beautiful little ass in a lap dance against my equally firm thigh. Though I did give her a hearty little slap along the way, I had better uses for my hands. Two uses: both attached to Milky Way. The gloriously well-endowed mare seemed to sense what I wanted – it was probably the same thing every pony wanted from her. She stood up a little taller on her knees and pressed her giant tits together with her forearms. She didn’t have to actually come any closer – merely pressing them together was enough to make them squish outward and toward me, placing her big perky nipples right up against my face.

Both of my hands together couldn’t even come close to encompassing one of Milky Way’s enormous tits, but that didn’t stop me from trying. Greedily, I guided her fat nipple into my mouth. The perky firmness of her nipple was the perfect counterpoint to the endless softness of her breast – everything I could have hoped for ... and more. Because I’d only been meaning to suckle her for my own enjoyment. I had not been expecting to get a mouthful of milk!

I was so surprised that my mouth opened a little, spilling some of it out, where it dripped down the curve of Milky Way’s breast and then down onto my own abs. But once I’d gotten a taste of that rich white ambrosia, I wished I hadn’t spilled a drop! Thankfully, there was plenty more to come. I quickly moved over to her other nipple and got a mouthful there, too. And this time, I swallowed it greedily.

Before I knew it, I’d lost myself in the sheer euphoria of it all. If one of the Storm King’s many enemies had come into the room, I would have been defenseless, not even noticing them. I was just that far gone. In that moment, it was like every last part of me, inside and out, existed only for pleasure. The cock inside me, the beautiful mare kissing my clit, the perfect ass in my lap, the unbelievable tits filling my hands and mouth, and even the decadent feeling of warm milk going down my throat...

It was all building up, all building together, becoming less and less distinguishable as I gave myself over to the growing pleasure. Was that a strand of Gee String’s wetness rolling down my inner thigh, or was that a wayward kiss from Fleur’s dripping muzzle? Was the warmth in the very core of my body from the heavy gulps of milk I was drinking down, or was it Cosmic’s cock beginning to flare wide, right up against my innermost barrier? Were those moans mine, or were they coming from one of the others? Every breath reeked of sex and cheap perfume. Every nerve in my body tingled with the combined efforts of these four ponies all doing their best to please me.

The explosion was inevitable. A very literal explosion. I barely had the presence of mind to tilt my head back – milk flinging from my lips – and point my ruined horn in a safe direction before it came. The only thing more deafening than the chain of sparks and explosions from my horn was my scream as I finally gave in and set my body free. Powerful internal muscles squeezed and pulled at the flaring cock deep inside me. My abs stood out, more sharply defined than ever, as they rippled and contorted my ecstatic body. The fierce fire and explosions from my horn burned a huge circular hole in the ceiling above me, filling the room with the pungent scent of burnt wood and upholstery. That wouldn’t be the only scent, though – especially from Fleur’s perspective, as my well-stretched pussy sprayed her muzzle with my squirt.

Just as I was beginning to ride out the aftershocks and calm myself, though, I heard something alarming from the stallion underneath me, right in my ear from behind: “Ain’t ... ain’t no way I can hold it anymore ... gonna ... Mmmng!”

Instantly, I snapped back into control. “If you dare make me pregnant, I will geld you.”

“Please, miss! It’s comin’! I can’t...”

Springing into action with a powerful push, I lifted myself up and shoved Gee String and Milky way to either side at the same time. The hugely spread-out flare of Cosmic’s cock popped free with a splatter of my juices ... and just in time!

His first gush of cum caught Fleur off guard. She was still down between my legs, and she’d foolishly left her mouth open, catching a fair amount of his splatter. That was quickly amended, and she took the rest of it – strand after thick white strand – on her face like a true professional. Her closed eyes looked so calm! As Cosmic’s orgasm peaked, I pressed my bare pussy, still hyper-sensitive from my orgasm, onto the base of his cock. Every pulse running through his shaft throbbed against my pussy, setting off new little aftershocks of my own orgasm.

And this view! Though his red coloring didn’t match mine at all, it was still so easy to imagine it as my flared cock spewing stream after stream and painting Fleur’s elegant face even more white... What an experience! Like nothing else I’d ever had!

Soon, though, his cock dribbled out its last and drooped downward, limp and spent, the still-enormous flare at the tip weighing it down. I glanced to my left and to my right. Milky Way and Gee String. They were staring down at Fleur, too. Gee String was fingering herself as she watched.

“Well don’t just stare,” I told them. “Clean her up.”

Now that Cosmic was spent, I slid to the side, off of his lap. Idly, I fingered myself, just enjoying the afterglow as I watched the delicious show of Milky Way and Gee String licking Cosmic’s cum off of Fleur’s face ... and her modest chest. Milky Way’s tits swung low underneath her with every little motion as she licked Fleur’s face and lips; Gee String’s fantastic ass stuck up in the air as she bent down to slurp cum from just above Fleur’s belly button. I was almost tempted to slide down there and get a taste of my own... But no. Now that I’d had my much-needed orgasm, I was starting to think more clearly. Fun as that might be, I couldn’t degrade myself like that in front of them. It would undermine my authority for them to see me like that, and I needed these ponies to remember who was in charge. Always.

Still, though, I licked my lips when I saw Gee String and Milky Way kissing each other – kissing each other very deeply and very messily, while Fleur fondled Milky Way’s dangling and dripping tits. A sticky white strand still joined the two for a moment as they separated. I felt Cosmic Crisp shudder next to me. It was his cum after all. Must be quite a sight for him, too.

Fleur, though, stood up to her full height now that she was relatively clean. Quite an impressive height; especially with her heels on, she was substantially taller than even me. She brushed her mane back with a practiced swipe of her hand, seemingly not bothered at all by her own nudity. “I trust you enjoyed yourself, Miss Tempest?”

I looked up and down the gorgeous length of her body, drinking in the details one more time. “Quite a show. I can’t wait for the next time.”

She raised an eyebrow at me. “You are still going to pay us, aren’t you?”

Hm... Obviously, I didn’t have to. Nopony would – or could – stop me from simply walking away right now. But where was the honor in that? These mares, and this stallion, had served me wonderfully. They deserved a proper reward.

I gestured for a Storm Minion. “Bring Blueblood’s cage!”

It didn’t take long for two Storm Minions to come in from the main room of the club, holding a cage between them. Blueblood had managed to tuck himself back into his trousers by now, but the stiff and trembling bulge underneath confirmed that they’d successfully prevented him from finishing himself off.

“Are you going to let me finish now?” he begged hopefully.

I laughed. “No, of course not. You’re going to pay these lovely ponies for their excellent service. All of them. And don’t forget a substantial tip as well. After all, I’m a generous mare.”

“But—”

“Weren’t you just bragging about how wealthy you are? It should be no problem for you, then.”

Defeated, Blueblood sank down to the floor of his cage ... and started fishing in his pockets for the money he’d need. Maybe he was useful after all? Perhaps he could cover all of my incidental expenses ... at least until I got around to raiding Canterlot’s royal treasury ... wherever that was hiding.

I watched with satisfaction as Blueblood handed huge stacks of money through the bars of his cage to any dancer who came to him with their hand held out ... but just then, one of the Storm Minions – not a member of my personal bodyguard – rushed in and whispered into my ear. Their guttural language was still difficult for me to understand, but I got the gist of it.

I looked up at him. “Already?”

He nodded gravely and gave an affirmative grunt.

Klugetown, hm? What could that pathetic pony princess be trying to accomplish by going there?

“Sorry, ladies,” I said, with a sigh, to the girls and guy who’d shown me such a good time ... and I truly was sorry that I had to leave. “But there seems to have been a development with the missing fourth princess, and I’m needed elsewhere.” Quickly, I snatched up my leotard and started pulling it on. Luckily, it hadn’t been splattered and stained with cum or anything else. “But I’ll be looking forward to another visit soon, so don’t go too far!”

With practiced ease, I zipped up the back of my leotard, fixing my armor back into its rightful place, and I wiped my mouth, making sure to clear away any excess milk. There – once again, the intimidating and fearsome Tempest Shadow, ready to bring Equestria to its knees ... if not quite as literally as I’d just done with Fleur.

Hopefully, I’d be able to finish this business with the fourth Equestrian princess over with quickly and return to this club soon for a second round...

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