Las Pegasus: Sky Dancer

by Bomber Ted

Rating: mature
Tags: Romance, Scootaloo, Sex, Original Character, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
Length: 7200

Anthro clop fic featuring several OC's and of age Scootaloo.

Las Pegasus is the City of Sin, stashed in the naughtier corner of Equestria. It's notorious for gambling, partying, and of course, sluts, lots of sluts. This story is the tale of one slut in particular, Sky Dancer, a pegasus whose literal talent is entertaining crowds in a less than innocent fashion.

This is my first clop fic, constructive feedback is very welcome because I'm looking to improve. It's anthro, contains lots of lesbian relations and some temporary futa scenes, and Scootaloo will be a recurring character, don't worry, she's 19 years old.

Tagged Mature for "graphic" sex scenes, lot's of them. I hope you enjoy, and if you don't I'd like to know why. The next chapter is going to take a while, partly because this is a side project and partly because I won't be working on anything for the next 6 weeks.

Published 2012-12-09 03:20:01 UTC
Last updated 2012-12-09 03:20:01 UTC

Chapter 1

Chapter 1
I stir from my light sleep as the door cracks open, sighing quietly and wrapping my arms around Cicerine as she falls into bed next to me, running my fingers through her mane to find the pin holding it in a bun and setting it on the nightstand.

"You've gotta quit working nights darling."

She doesn't reply, just nestles her muzzle between my breasts, tapping my ribs with a fingernail, her signal that she wants a wing hug. I sigh again, enveloping her in my wings and throwing the blanket over the both of us.
She glances up at me, yawning. I smirk and plant a kiss on her lips, gently cupping her head in my hands and stroking her ears, setting her glasses aside and pulling her back to my chest, "Sleep baby, we'll talk tomorrow."

***

I wake up before her, an unfortunately average occurrence this week. Cicerine, or Cici as I like to call her, my marefriend, lover, roommate, etc, is the newest college professor at the University of Neighvada, and for the last several weeks she's been teaching both day and night classes in hopes of a pay raise.

She didn't listen the first ten times I told her it was pointless, even considering the fact that I only work nights on weekends and still make three times as much as her, sans the obscene amount I earn from tips, and together we make much more than enough to pay for the small yet fancy bungalow we share.

And though she stumbled in at three in the morning, borderline exhausted, she probably won't listen when I try to reason with her when, and if, she wakes up for brunch.

I ease out of bed, stretching my wings out, giving my naked body a quick once over with my hands (yes, I sleep naked, yes, I feel myself up in the mornings, deal with it) and getting my bed head in check with my fingers.

It's Friday, the start of my work week, which means I've got to go through the trivialities of taking a shower and, ugh, clothing myself.

I lazily stroll the five feet to our bathroom, tentatively touching my toes to the frigid tiles before scurrying to our shower.
We have a large and expensive shower, triple wide, several shower heads, and a deep bathtub with lots of water jets for, ahem, recreational purposes. We entertain 'company' on a frequent basis, Cici may not be very promiscuous; sexually enlightened, not promiscuous; but she gladly aids me in catering to any guests I bring home from the club, and the shower is one of our favorite places to do so.

I crank all the nozzles, sighing comfortably as the pleasantly warm water hits me from every angle. I run my hands through my pale grey coat, down over my cutie marks, back up to my breasts, giving my nipples a quick pinch and rub, giggling quietly to myself.

I close my eyes, sighing again as I dip my head and the water soaks my mane, massaging my left breast, easing my right hand down my frame to rub my middle finger between my folds.

My mind shifts to one of my more naughty fantasies, my older sister, Morning Star, standing behind me in the shower, her naked frame pressed tight to my back, her firm breasts rubbing on my shoulders, gently squeezing my tit with one hand, massaging my clitoris with the other, all the time sucking and biting on the sensitive joints of my wings.

She brings her hands back up, briefly massaging my breasts before turning me around, bringing my mouth to one of her succulent nipples, guiding my hand down to her tight folds, prompting me to suck and finger respectively. She moans quietly into my ear, cupping the back of my head with her hand, massaging my wing with the other, making me groan around the breast pressed between my lips.

I pull my finger out, letting her nipple loose so I can lick her sweet juices off. She giggles coyly in response, cupping my head again, wrapping me in her strong wings, staring down into my wide blue eyes with her whimsical gold ones, locking me into a passionate kiss, sliding her tongue over mine.

We both gasp as she breaks it off, she glances me over behind her wet golden mane, brushing the matted blue strands from my face. Our identical pale grey coats merge for a moment as she pulls me even tighter to her, our breasts pressing together, our white hot and soaking sexes mere millimeters apart. She kisses me again, then eases down, licking around and briefly sucking my nipple, kissing my belly button, burying her muzzle in my-

I gasp aloud and shoot my eyes back open, cumming just before my fantasy is over, slumping against the wall and sampling my own juice from my finger. Not my naughtiest per se, but certainly the naughtiest involving my dear big sis, there are several mind you.

I know it's a bit sick, having impure thoughts about the mare I'm most closely related to, but I've seen a therapist about it, and I'd definitely never act on them, so in my book it's fairly innocent to masturbate to such fantasies... and maybe to her nude modelling pics I found in one of my dirty magazines...

I get to the cleaning portion my shower, busting out some mango scented shampoo and giving my fur, mane and tail a good lather-rinse-repeat. I grin to myself as a familiar pair of large breasts press to my back, and my lover's surprisingly strong arms wrap around my belly.

Cici yawns quietly in my ear before planting a greeting kiss on my cheek.

"Good morning sleepy head," I say teasingly, "sleep well?"

"More or less," she grumbles, "seen my glasses?"

"On the nightstand baby, you left them on last night."

"Yeah, so I wouldn't lose them."

I smirk and turn around to face her, giving her lips a quick peck and brushing the messy purple mane from her face. She smiles back tiredly, ducking her head to wet her mane, pulling me into a surprising but welcome kiss when she looks back up.

"Good morning to you too." she says with a playful grin as she breaks away.

I pull her to me, wrapping her up in my wings, cupping the sides of her head and engaging a much longer and much more passionate kiss. She worms her tongue into my mouth, I welcome it, sliding mine over hers and locking them. She moans softly into my mouth, gripping my ass in her hands and pulling me closer, gently grinding her sex against mine.

I moan next, shifting my hands to squeeze her breasts, she breaks off our kiss, giggling and smacking my hands away playfully. I mock chase her to the other end of the shower, mercilessly tickling her, grabbing her tight when I spot an opening and yanking her into yet another kiss.

Gentler this time, less impassioned. I break away with a soft "Mwah." and run my fingers over her cerise coat until I reach her cutie marks. She hugs me, resting her muzzle on mine and rocking us both slowly, her smile fond and her eyes soft. These are the moments I live for with my Cici, not the sex, not the dates, just holding each other, locking eyes and getting a good long look into the deepness of the other.

They're white, her eyes, an odd and beautiful contrast to the more colorful shades of her coat and mane. In an odd way I can see all of her vast intellect swelling out of them, my darling may be a tad forgetful sometimes, but she's a genius all the same, a teacher of philosophy, a propagator of minds, a- well, I'll stop myself before it gets more corny than it already is.

The doorbell rings, we part reluctantly and I step out of the shower so she can continue bathing. I don't bother putting on the clothes I laid out for myself, just throw on a towel, hoping it'd just be a salespony so I could get back to my morning anxious marefriend.

I hurry through the house, doing my best to ignore my stomach's protest as I pass the bowl of fresh mangos waiting for me in the kitchen. I anxiously unlock the door, opening it wide, returning the playful smirk and cocked eyebrow of the slender unicorn waiting on the veranda.

White coat, long and messy forest green mane, vibrant green eyes, medium rack, fantastic ass, all put together on a body that would make even straight mares and gay stallions swoon til they collapse. Even when I'm naked, Snow Clover can't make me feel under dressed, today sporting a green tank top that showed off her tight belly and a good portion of her shapely breasts,a pair of very high cut worn denim shorts that she wore so low on her hips you could clearly the thin straps of her lucky green thong, and of course, bare feet, as always.

"Nice outfit," she says with mock sarcasm, "expecting company?"

"Yeah," I reply, dropping my voice to a more sultry tone and letting my towel drop to the floor, "wanna come in?"

She looks me over briefly and her ever mischievous smirk widens a bit, "Why don't you come out here?"

Chicken, my favorite.

I rush out to meet her, locking into a much sluttier kiss than the one I shared with Cici in the shower, going so far as to reach up her shirt to grope her unhindered breasts.

Neither of us makes a move to take the party inside, even when I pull her shirt off and toss it behind me into the front room. I undo her shorts next, she let's them fall and steps out of them, kicking them off indoors without taking her tongue out of my mouth. I loop my thumbs through the straps of her thong, ready to ease them and myself down and start orally pleasuring her right there on the porch, but we're both yanked into the house by a near sighted earth pony with a very boisterous rack and a pissed off scowl that made her all the more sexy.

"Aww c'mon Cici," Clover whines, rolling over onto my chest to smoosh our breasts together, "we were just playin' chicken."

"Oh no," my marefriend scolds, slamming the door shut, "I know how your chicken goes, you strip each other butt ass naked and fuck out on the porch until somepony calls the cops, then I get to explain to a nice officer that my girlfriend and our best friend are sluts and falsely promise it won't happen again to get out of a rather substantial indecency fine."

We both pout, standing up and pressing ourselves to her, rubbing our breasts against hers, "We're sorry." I say, gently tugging one of her nipples.

"Really sorry." Clover finishes, reaching down to rub between Cici's thighs.

She briefly attempts to stay pissed, failing miserably when Clover's finger slips somewhere special. We giggle as she lets out a moan, leaning down and sucking her nipples while I massage her sizable tits and Clover fingers her sex and squeezes one of her flanks.

She groans loudly, quivering, Clover breaks away from her tit and snickers, bringing up her now soaked hand and licking it clean. I give her nipple a gentle bite, making her gasp, Clover pulls her into an aggressive kiss, forcefully squeezing her breast and pushing my head down.

I briefly lick at my lover's moistened sex, lapping up the leftovers from Clover's expert fingering, then turn around, kissing the light green four leafed clover depicted on her thong before sliding the fabric down to her ankles and pressing my lips to the prize underneath.

Clover trembles slightly, I giggle quietly before worming my tongue between the lips of her sex, throwing in a middle finger to slide up her pussy. She writhes a bit, I firmly grip her tail to hold her still, gasping when a tingling sensation stimulates my clitoris.

I glance down, and sure enough a deep green magical aura has enveloped my crotch, taking the shape of a hand and carefully massaging in all the right places with its transparent fingers.
Cici moans, likely being subjected to the same downstairs treatment I am. I don't bother glancing back, just focus on my work, wriggling my notoriously capable tongue up into Clover's delicious pussy to massage her moistening walls.

I keep her tail gripped firmly in one hand, but reach up with the other and pinch one of her nipples playfully. Cici's familiar hand press to the stiffened bridges of my wings, she starts squeezing and rubbing in the perfect places to stimulate, yet again showing uncanny prowess in the art of pegasus foreplay.

Clover groans and I can feel her magic falter a bit, I glance up, she's got her head craned, letting Cici lick up the shaft and suck the tip of her horn, something Clover assured me could easily take a sexually aroused unicorn to the finish if done properly.

And apparently, my marefriend is doing it properly. Clover squirts, misting my muzzle, I start lapping up the tasty prize dribbling out, shifting to the side when Cici comes down to join me. We grip her ass, licking over her still stiffened clit, making her moan and writhe as our tongues lock together and press in on it from each side.

Her magic surges as we make her cum a second time, getting loud moans out of us, pushing us over and sliding her real fingers into us next to the magic ones. Her horn flares further as she grins at us, more hands emerge, groping our tits, tugging and pinching our nipples, rubbing all over the bridges of both my wings and popping fingers into our mouths for us to suck.

We lock hands, clutching each other tight and climaxing together, Clover giggles, cleaning us both up downstairs before crawling up and nestling between us.

***

We'd moved to the couch when Cici went to the bedroom to get ready for work, as opposed to laying on the floor, and currently Clover was teasing me with a fresh mango, cutting out a small slice and placing it between her breasts. I smirk and lean down, licking between them until the sweet fruit pops into my mouth. I chew, swallow, hold my hand out for the rest. She grins and shakes her head, putting another slice in, I roll my eyes and reach for it, she smacks my hand away, taking it out herself and placing it between her lips instead.

I lean in, sharing a kiss and half a slice of mango with with my friend, she giggles as we break away, wiping juice from her chin before giving me the rest.

I bite into it, leaning back comfortably, she leans down and licks one of my breasts, sucking a nipple as I eat, I giggle quietly and grip her horn in my free hand, stroking it carefully, smirking at the tiny spark of magic that shoots out after a bit. She moans around my tit, gently squeezing the other and rubbing my free nipple with her thumb, her other hand rests on my flank, gripping it tight.

I finish off my mango and pull her up to me, kissing her briefly before hugging around her with my wings and resting her head on my chest. She kisses one of my breasts, I ease my hands down and rest them on her trim ass, giving her cheeks a quick squeeze.

She sighs comfortably and nestles closer, then giggles and glances up at me, "Remember when we were fifteen and we got caught out in the rain because you forgot the weather report?"

I smirk and nod, "We had to duck into the Crusader's clubhouse."

"And we decided to strip and let our clothes dry."

"And we laid there together naked for warmth."

Her hand shifts somewhere tender and I bite my lower lip, "And I accidentally touched you here."
I cup her head in my hands, pulling her so close that our lips are mere millimeters apart, "And we kissed..."

She closes the distance, giving me a brief smooch before laying back down, "And we both lost our virginity."

I chuckle quietly at the memory, rubbing my brow with my thumb and forefinger, "And we lost track of time and stayed until the next afternoon, and the CMC found us."

She grins up at me, "And little Scoots was soooo excited."

We both laugh, ending with a happy sigh and sharing another quick kiss. One of my favorite memories of when we were together, and there were countless happy ones, but that was our childhood, our teenage years. It split when she left for college, but we stayed best friends and frequent fuck buddies. Two years ago she introduced me to the love of my life, so I suppose the old saying that when great things come to an end they give way to new and better opportunities is true.

Somepony clears her throat, we both look back and let out an impressed whistle at my mare's work outfit. A dark grey formal jacket, white undershirt, red tie, all very snug fitting. Tight fitting dark grey formal pants, very slimming, and a pair of comfy sneakers that certainly didn't match the rest of her attire, though when you stand in front of a class all day comfortable shoes are a must.

It's all very tidy and formal, but highlights her curvaceous figure in such a way that it makes her look unbelievably sexy. She rolls her eyes at us behind the thick square frames of her glasses, I smirk and sit up, walking to her and adjusting her tie a bit, "You look positively delicious Cici, I hope you're not trying to seduce any slutty college mares in class today."

She smirks a bit and pecks me on the lips, "Baby please, you know you're the only slut for me."

"Oh boo, sweet talking is so corny."

She chuckles, giving me a quick hug and stepping past, grabbing a mango from the counter before walking out the door, "Seeya when you get off work Sky."

I sit down on the couch, throwing an arm around Clover and waving goodbye to my lover, "Seeya baby."

She smiles and blows me a kiss before shutting the door, I sigh and slump against Clover, giving one of her nipples a playful pinch, "What's the plan for today?"

"Unfortunately I think we need to get dressed, then we should do what we always do on Friday."

"Fuck around at the market?"

"What else?"

***

I rest my head on Clover's shoulder from behind, looping my thumbs through the vacant belt loops of her shorts and looking over the homemade jewellery stall she's perusing.

I point to a little green clover pendant, "That one would look gorgeous nestled between those rocking tits of yours."

She smirks, swatting my left flank with her tail, "You have such a way with words Sky, but you're right, it's pretty."

I take out three thirty bit bills and put them on the counter, whistling for the cute young vendor. He perks up slightly, taking my money, blushing a bit as Clover leans over the counter to point out the necklace, accidentally showing off her cleavage.

I smirk at him, running my hands over Clover's tight belly and up her shirt a bit, licking my lips flirtatiously, he gulps, adjusting his pants and giving her the necklace before scurrying off to the cash register on the other side of the stall.

"What's his problem?" she asks.

"Oh nothing..." I mutter with a small smile tugging at my mouth, putting the pendant around her neck and locking the clasp in the back, wheeling her around to look it over, "Yep, just like I said, looks fantastic."

She smirks, "Thanks, but honestly I think you're just sayin' that so you have more excuses to check out my boobs."

I smirk back, hugging around her midsection and pulling her to me, "Please, like I need excuses, everypony knows you welcome all onlookers, otherwise you wouldn't dress like this."

She sticks her tongue out, I lean forward and lick it, making her jump back a bit and blush furiously, "Gross."

"Oh come on," I say playfully, pulling her close again, "we've done much worse to each other with our tongues."

She smiles a bit, still blushing, then leans forward and pecks me on the lips, "Let's go get some lunch."

***

Lunch consisted of a fruit salad for yours truly and a normal salad for Clover. We're sitting outside a small cafe, under the cover of a sun umbrella, absently watching the more ample bodied mares and stallions walking past as we chat.

"Any plans after work tonight?" I ask around a piece of sliced melon.

She shrugs, "Probably just go home and crash, Friday night scene always wears me out."

I snort, "It's not that tiring, we swing on the poles for a bit, hit the crowd, do some lap dances, go to the back room, suck a few cocks, go down on a few mares, maybe get fucked then we're done."

She snorts this time, "That's all you have to do, I do that, then burn myself out doing gender bending spells and magically pleasurin' entire orgies, it's exhausting."

I shrug, "Guess I didn't think about that, at least we're doing what we love though eh?"

"Amen to that."

***

It's night, Clover went ahead of me to the club, I stopped by the house for a brief make out with Cici before flying there. I spot the neon sign first, the outline of a blue pegasus mare mounting a stripper pole, based off my cutie mark, something I've always been proud of. Long line tonight, bouncer isn't letting anypony in, being a Friday the place is probably packed.

There's a familiar young pegasus at the front, arguing with him, constantly whipping her wild purple mane out of her face to look him in the eye. I touch down and stroll up behind her, tapping her shoulder, laughing as she squeals excitedly and leaps into a hug.

"Hey Scoots."

Scootaloo breaks away and grins at me, "Hey Sky."

"So what's the problem?"

She frowns again, glaring at the bouncer, "This guy won't let me in."

I frown as well, approaching the stallion, "She have her ID?"

"Yeah but-"

"She eighteen?"

"Nineteen but-"

"She have enough for a seat?"

"Yeah but-"

"Then why's she still out here and not inside having a good time?"

"We're packed miss, only VIP seating left and she doesn't have enough cash for that, I tried telling her that but she wouldn't listen."

I glance back at Scootaloo, who's looking more embarrassed now than angry. I tap her chin, winking when she looks back up, "How much is VIP tonight?"

"Two large."

I fish twenty hundred bit bills out of my purse and give it to him, "Her seat's paid for, I'll show her in."
He nods, giving Scoots a VIP pass. I smirk at her shocked expression and lock arms with her, leading her through the double doors into the near deafening sound of the club's music.

She looks around, blushing and locking onto the stage, which Clover is currently dancing on, magically manifesting transparent green naked mares to writhe to the rhythm along her.

I grin and throw a wing over the younger pegasus' shoulder, guiding her across the throbbing dance floor, flashing the pass around her neck to the VIP bouncer, who lets us through the velvet rope. I take her to one of the cushioned seats, prompting her to sit before removing my clothing and setting it all aside.

She blushes deeper, I chuckle quietly and sit on her lap, moving myself to the rhythm, my breasts mere inches from her face,

"So, what brings you to Las Pegasus Scootaloo?"

She stammers, her hands held fast at her side, I grin playfully and grab her wrists, setting her hands on my cutie marks and hugging around her shoulders, running my fingers over the bridges of her stiffened wings, "It's a sex club sweetie, you're gonna see some naked ponies doing some naughty things."

She nods, clearing her throat, "I-I've been stressed, and my weekend just started, I wanted to come and unwind and I remember you talking about this place so-"

I shut her up with a kiss, grabbing her wrists again and placing her hands on my breasts. She squeezes them, I rest my hands on her sides, feeling her relax considerably. She gasps quietly as I break it off, I giggle and wipe some saliva from her lip, "You're here to unwind, we're gonna unwind. I'm on stage in a bit, you're coming up with me."

She shakes her head, I smirk and kiss her again, "Yes you are."

"But-"

"Sweetie, you've got an exceptional athletic build, and I know all that flight training has made you very..." I giggle quietly, looking her over, "Flexible. So come up on stage with me for half an hour, then Clover and I will take you back into a private room and show you a really good time, 'kay?"

She glances away, rubbing her arm nervously, "Am I even allowed to go up and perform?"

I scratch my chin a bit, "Well, I know the owner, and we're really close friends, and I helped her get this place going so... Yeah, you are, so get up lazy bones, we've got dancing to do."

She hesitates briefly, then nods, I smile and stand, helping her up and leading her backstage. Clover walks in from the stage, drenched in sweat but smiling contentedly all the same, bobbing her hip to show off the hefty amount of bills tucked into the strap around her thigh. I toss her a towel, she nods her thanks and wipes her face off, grinning at the young orange pegasus nervously standing behind me, "Hey Scoots, long time no see."

"Hey Clover." Scootaloo replies awkwardly.

Clover tsks, walking up to her and tugging on her shirt, "You gotta ditch these threads if you're goin' up on stage baby girl, ponies don't pay to see clothed mares and stallions dance here."

Scootaloo nods nervously, hesitantly removing her shirt. Clover smiles sympathetically and helps her, then pulls her into a long kiss, unhooking Scoots' bra and taking it off, letting it fall to the floor before groping her small breasts. I approach from behind, unzipping her jeans and sliding them down along with the lacy pink panties that get a quiet chuckle out of me.

Clover breaks away, patting Scootaloo's shoulder, Scoots smiles and kicks her shoes off, wriggling the rest of the way out of her pants, proudly flaunting her gorgeous young body. I pass her a thigh strap after putting on my own, she cocks an eyebrow at me.

"For tips," I explain, "I can usually make double my weekly salary just on tips."

"What's your weekly salary?" she asks as she puts on hers.

"Five large."

"Holy-"

I hush her with another kiss, looping arms with her again and leading her out onto the stage, the crowd cheers and whistles, she falters for a moment, then shakes it off a slaps a cocky grin on her face.

I spot the DJ; we booked Vinyl Scratch this week; up in the booth looking us over, chuckling to myself as she lowers her glasses and gives Scootaloo a long stare before announcing us, "And now for your viewing pleasure, the ever gorgeous Sky Dancer and her special young friend, get your wallets ready people, this should be good."

The music starts up, and to my surprise Scoots flies ahead of me, up to the top of the center stage pole.

She mounts it, spinning for a moment, eating up the crowds reaction, then flips upside-down, sliding the entire twenty feet to the floor, rubbing her own breasts as she descends. An excited mare in the VIP section leans up over the edge of the stage and grabs Scootaloo's head, giving her a long kiss, then reaches up and puts two hundreds in her thigh strap.

Scoots grabs her in turn as she goes to sit down, giving her a quick but passionate kiss before righting herself on the pole and writhing against it. I dance my way across the stage to her, shaking my ass for the crowd, laughing when a stallion reaches up to smack my flank and put a few fifties in my strap.

Scoots breaks from the pole and pulls me into a kiss as I reach her, giggling into my mouth as we writhe against each other. I back her into the pole, kissing down her chest, sucking on one of her nipples as I slide my middle finger into her tight pussy. She moans loudly, the crowd roars excitedly in response, throwing bills at the stage. The mare from before leans up again, burying her muzzle between my thighs and licking furiously, I break from Scoots as she tips me, wheeling around and sitting on the stage, then press her back to my crotch.

I grab Scootaloo by her tail, yanking her down, she understands immediately, pressing her sex to my mouth, then leaning down at a nearly impossible angle to suck the mare's horn. We make a show out of it, Scoots stretching out her arms to pull the mare's skirt up, fingering her in both holes. The mare shifts, squeezing my breasts, I unbutton her blouse as I continue to lick between Scootaloo's tasty folds, pinching and tugging the customers nipples.

We three break away as we orgasm, the unicorn tips us each five hundred bits and kisses us both before fixing her skirt and blouse and easing back to her seat. The red spotlight flashes, our signal to stop. We stand and lock hands, taking a bow, I gasp as Scootaloo grabs me, forcing me into a kiss and squeezing hard on one of my breasts, getting one last loud cheer from the crowd.

We collect the money off the stage as she finally breaks away, bowing again and strolling backstage flank to flank with my arm over her shoulder and hers around my waist, playfully swatting each other with our tails.

Willow; my goth friend and Clover's roommate; steps past us as we enter, stroking the dick that Clover had cast on her with a gender bend spell to get it nice and throbbing the way the crowd likes, winking at Scoots when she notices her staring.

I take the tips we'd collecting off the stage from her, quickly counting it and dividing it in half, slipping her share into her thigh strap and giving her ass a quick smack, "Not bad kid, we made two grand a piece minus the tips from that mare with that little performance."

"You're a natural!" Clover applauds, locking Scootaloo in a tight hug.

"Thanks," Scoots says with a bashful smile, "it was fun."

Clover and I share a grin, hugging around her, pressing our breasts to her from both sides and kissing at her ears. I press my mouth to her ear, whispering, "Ready for the real fun sweetness?"

She looks up at me, pecking my lips and nodding, we take her by the hands, leading her out around the stage to the back rooms. We take her into a VIP suite, prompting her to sit on the velvet lined mattress.

I sit next to her, massaging one of her thighs, kissing her shoulder, rubbing along the bridge of one of her stiffened wings. Clover kneels down in front of her, focusing her magic on the younger mare's crotch, getting a loud gasp out of Scootaloo as a large cock and a pair of testicles sprout just above her pussy.

She touches it tentatively, we giggle as she gasps again, she writhes slightly as I grip the throbbing and veiny flesh, moaning softly when I lean down and lick around her tip. Clover leans forward under her dick, sucking on her testicles, I grab the lube from beside the bed and slather her penis in it, sucking on a nipple as I stroke her off, still massaging her stiff wing with my free hand, she moans quietly in response, reaching a hand up to grope my breast.

I let her nipple go, smiling at her distressed expression, pecking her on the lips, groaning myself when Clover slides a pair of fingers into my pussy, giving the slippery and throbbing cock in my hand a squeeze. Scoots moans quietly, pulling me into a kiss with one hand, pinching my nipple with the other.

I break away and lean down, putting my mouth around her cock and deepthroating it, she groans loudly, and again even louder as I prod her stiffened clit with my middle finger. I back off of it just as she cums, opening my mouth wide and letting her blast jizz all over my face and tongue.

Clover and I lick it all up, swallowing greedily. We finish up and stand, Clover's horn flares and we sprout large and throbbing dicks of our own, giggling when Scootaloo gulps nervously.

We lay her back down, lubing each other up before easing to her sides, squeezing our cocks into her tight folds side by side and firmly gripping her penis. She moans loudly as we start slowly gyrating, Clover silences her with a kiss, I gently bite down on one of her nipples.

She cums again, all over her chest, we keep pushing in and out of her soaking wet pussy, our dicks grinding against each other, we climax together, moaning loudly, overflowing her folds with the obscene amount of jizz that can only come from spell forged penises.

We pull out, cleaning her chest, easing down her body and lapping the salty mess from her sex, she wriggles slightly as we work, panting. We move back to her sides, holding her tight, kissing her neck and shoulders and chest, grinding our cocks against hers. She sighs comfortably as our magically enhanced condition fades, hugging us both, we each give her a long kiss before standing, helping her up and walking back to backstage, "What're we doing now?"

Clover just chuckles, "Goin' back to work."

***

Scootaloo lets out a yawn as we walk out of the club, her pocket overflowing with the tips she made, "What time is it?"

"Three," Clover grumbles, slumping against Willow tiredly, "take me home sugar tits."

Willow rolls her eyes but nods, wheeling them both around in the direction of their apartment. Scoots yawns again, I smirk and wrap a wing around her, she sighs and rests her head on my shoulder, "Can I crash with you tonight? I don't like hotels and I really don't want to fly all the way back to Cloudsdayle."

"Sure sweetness, great work tonight by the way, Clover's right, you're a natural."

"I'm not sure if that's a compliment." she mutters, smiling tiredly.

"Why wouldn't it be? Carnal pleasure is a fine art, it's enjoyable for anypony of course but to be great at it you need strength and stamina and flexibility, just like flight for pegasi. You showed all these things tonight, it was impressive."

She perks up a bit, "Thanks Sky."

"Yep, hey, if all that flight school training is what made you great in there tonight, I wonder how Rainbow Dash is in the sack..."

She blushes slightly, I smirk as her wings stiffen, licking her ear teasingly, "Somepony has a crush on Rainbow Dash."

She blushes a bit brighter, smiling to herself and tapping her index fingers together, "Maybe..."

I plant a kiss on her forehead, "Sorry, you'll have to settle for me tonight."

"I don't mind..." she says quietly, stopping to hug around my waist and nestle her head on my shoulder.

I gently grab her by the chin, propping her head up and locking into a long kiss with her.

***

I slam her into the front door gently, still kissing her passionately, fumbling my key around until it finds the lock and opening it a bit more frantically than intended. We keep kissing across the front room, falling together onto the couch.

She sits up on top of me, tearing her shirt off and undoing her bra. I sit up and hug around her waist, kissing between her breasts and up her neck. She grabs my head and kisses me hard, massaging my tongue with hers. I push her away for a moment, tearing my own shirt off, laying back and pulling her down to me.

We mack for a solid five minutes before standing up, working each other out of our pants and underwear. My young friend aggressively pushes me through the bedroom and into the bathroom. I stop kissing her for a moment to open the shower door, she leans down to suck on my breast, I giggle and guide her into the shower, cranking all the nozzles on and popping her off my tit to kiss her again.

She sighs happily as we break away, turning around in my hug and pressing her back to my frame. I ease my hands down, resting them on her taut flanks as I kiss her neck and rock us back and forth.

She grabs one of my hands, bringing it up and resting it on her breast, I squeeze it gently, rubbing her nipple, easing my head up to bite the bridge of her wing. She groans quietly, I let her wing loose and purr in her ear, tugging her nipple carefully and easing my left hand down between her thighs.

She shudders slightly, I giggle and bring my finger up and sucking the juices off, then resting both hands back on her waist, "Sensitive are we?"

She nods, nestling back against me, her eyes shooting wide open when the bathroom door opens.

"Sky?"

"Yeah babe?" I call back to Cici over the water.

"There's clothes all over the front room, I assume you've got a guest in there with you?"

"Yep."

"Room for one more? I'm in dire need of a shower."

"Come on in."

Scootaloo blushes furiously as my marefriend steps into the shower, Cicerine blinks, then smirks and sets her glasses on the shelf next to her shampoo.

"Scootaloo this is Cici, Cici this is Scootaloo."

"We've met." Cici says, still smiling, hugging around both our shoulders, pressing her large breasts to Scootaloo's small ones.

"Oh?" I ask, grinning at the unbelievably embarrassed young mare sandwiched between us.

"I teach a philosophy class at her college once a month, she's my second best student."

"She goes to college in Cloudsdayle, how's that work?"

"Class is outside, I stay in an air balloon. This reminds me," she smiles mischievously "did you get your homework done Scootaloo? It's due on Thursday."

"Y-yes Miss Cicerine."

My marefriend laughs, nuzzling Scoots apologetically, "I'm teasing sweetheart, lighten up."

Scoots just stammers again, still blushing and looking away, I smirk and lean to the side, pecking her lips, "Sweetness, you had sex on stage earlier in front of hundreds of ponies and you were fine, we're just three naked mares pressed together in a shower, stop acting so awkward."

She nods, taking a deep breath and finally facing 'Miss Cicerine', who promptly kisses my young friend, who in turn relaxes considerably, reaching up and gently squeezing Cici's breasts.

"You have amazing tits." Scootaloo says when they break off, smiling dumbly, blushing furiously when she realizes what she said.

Cici laughs again, kissing her muzzle, "Is that why you got a B on last month's test, you were staring at my boobs?"

Scoots stammers, my marefriend silences her with another long kiss, adjusting her arms to massage the joints of her wings. The younger mare writhes slightly, squeezing Cici's large breasts, I ease my hands between her thighs, massaging her labia, sliding a pair of fingers into her moistened pussy.

She moans loudly into Cici's mouth, her juices dripping over my fingers, I wrap my wings around them both, nipping at Scootaloo's neck. Cici, grips my hand, breaking away from Scootaloo and licking her juices off my fingers before hugging Scoots tight and kissing me over her shoulder.

We rock Scoots between us for a while, kissing her neck, rubbing her athletic body, gently squeezing her small breasts and her tight ass. She giggles, turning to face me, grabbing some shampoo and lathering it on my tits, smooshing them together and tugging my nipples. I smirk and grabs her head, looking her over with half lidded eyes before pulling her into yet another long and passionate kiss. Cici gropes Scootaloo from behind as I kiss her, I rest my hands on Scoots flanks, squeezing the taut muscles beneath her cutie marks.

I break it off with a "Mwah." and press my nose to hers, smiling tiredly. She yawns and pecks me on the lips, resting her head on my chest.

"I don't know about you, but I'm ready for bed."

I nod, Cici and I guide her out of the shower, we all dry each other off before stumbling to the bedroom, kissing playfully as we fall into bed and snuggle together. Scoots nestles into me, nuzzling my neck, I smile to myself and hug her, kissing her ear and whispering to her, “Night sweetness.”

She doesn’t reply, just snores, I chuckle quietly and rest my muzzle on her forehead, drifting off to sleep.

Prologue

Prolgue

Let’s cut to the chase here, my name is Sky Dancer, I was born and raised in Ponyville, I live in Las Pegasus, Neighvada with my marefriend, I’m a bit of a slut by nature, I work at a sex club with my best friend, and mangos are my favorite fruit. Now, some of you may be wondering what a sex club is, think a strip club, dance club, and brothel all rolled into one. Now I’m not one of those sad hookers trolling the Strip because they gambled all their bits away, or some poor delusional filly working the pole to pay her way through college, I’m a slut, slutting is what I do, and I love my job, it’s fun, I can usually get off, and I’m helping ponies relax for a while. Not to mention it pays out the ass considering we only work weekends, and my medical benefits are great because of all the check ups ponies in my profession need to fix, um, adult diseases...

Now, this is the story, or stories rather, of my sexual adventures in the city of Sin, and I do hope you enjoy. Oh, and come see me sometime, if you tip well I’m certain I can find some ways to... entertain you.