Bridles and Corsets

Dear Princess Celestia

Today I think I've learned a few things about intimacy. First, I'd like to point out that the 'all escort-mares and escort-stallions are either sex-maniacs or have broken childhoods' notion is merely no more than a myth. The workers here at this Gentlecolt's Club seem fairly normal, and don't act like perverts at all. If I saw them in Ponyville rather than inside this club, I'd think they were no different than me or any other citizen.

Secondly, I now have a certain respect for ponies that can stuff a 13-inch equine penis down their throat easily. Seriously, what do they teach the ponies in this place, and where do I learn how to do that? I don't assume you know any techniques, but it'd be helpful in my quest for knowledge!

Lastly, one of my first clients turned out to be an old friend of mine, Head Strong. You probably know about him, seeing as he teaches P.E. and soccer to the little fillies and colts here in Canterlot. Well, 'doing it' with him seems to have brought back an old crush of mine that I had on him. I would ask for dating advice, but I probably don't need to worry about that right now. I have a job to do, and I take pride in what I do, you know. This assignment for the 'Joys of Intimacy' has me deeply intrigued, even if it means whoring myself out shamelessly.

Your faithful student,

Twilight Sparkle

PS: Any ideas on what my 'stripper name' should be?

It had only been three days into her trek, but the lavender unicorn almost felt at home at Fancy Pants's club. Entering the club with a dark purple overbust corset and an equally purple pair of lacey panties hugging her hips, the pony once known for being a shut-in book-worm definitely had an natural escort's body. Her stripped purple and fuchsia thigh-high socks matched her outfit well, the mare strutting her stuff as she made her way up to the manager's office, getting a few catcalls along the way. While she blushed at the complimentary whistles and offhand comments, her business was with Fancy Pants. Even though she had been subconsciously flirting with her potential customers, which Twilight admitted that she was starting to become a bit too good at right now, they had to wait for now.

"How's it going, Miss Sparkle?" The rather dapper colt said to the unicorn.

Twilight, closing the door behind her with her unicorn magic, then replied, "Pretty good, actually. I never thought I'd get this much attention, though...it gets bewildering after a while."

With a hearty laugh, Fancy Pants grinned at the mare, which only made her blush a brighter shade of pink. "You'll get over it, my dear. After a while, it'll seem like background noise."

"I had a feeling you'd know what its like getting lots of attention..." The unicorn mare joked, then blinked and let out a nervous chuckle. "N-Not that I'm implying anything about the way you look, sir. I mean, you're the manager of this place, so...yeah..." Twilight didn't expect to get fired over calling somepony else attractive, but she did still feel a bit awkward doing so, especially inside a Gentlecolt's Club with plenty of men to flirt with.

"Don't be so modest, Twilight," The colt laughed again. He then assured to her, getting up from his swivel chair. "I know I'm a handsome fellow. Don't feel bad about finding me attractive. Just because I'm married and in a position of power doesn't mean I look down on ponies that flirt with me. I own an escort club after all, with my wife as the top worker! Plus," He said, with a twirl of his mustache, "You have to look this good if you're as wealthy as I am."

The lavender pony let out a giggle, one of her fore-legs rubbing at the back of her head, still blushing as she flashed a smile at Fancy Pants again. She had to admire a stallion like him, being so suave and cool with plenty of females to stare at pretty much daily, and yet keep his head straight throughout it all. "Thanks...so, are there any customers I should 'talk to'?"

The colt unicorn nodded, searching for his array of cigars in one of his desk drawers. "Indeed you do. Head over to Room #3, please."

Quickly, the mare complied, making her way out of the office. Trotting past the bar, she spotted the small line of private rooms, heading up to a door with a gold-plated '3' on it (Or whatever system of symbols ponies use for their numeral system, though I assume its Arabic numbers). Knocking on the door, she waited for a reply. She then heard a voice call to her from inside: "Come in." She pushed the door open, spotting the potential colt or mare waiting for her inside.

There was a pause as the lavender mare spotted her customer: Trixie, a once revered name for carnies and cheap sideshow attractions, now brought down to slightly less revered thanks to Twilight's doing, dubbed to a blue mare with along azure mane and magenta eyes. She was currently sitting down on her haunches, still wearing her magician's hat and cape, grinning a smug grin. "Nice to see you again, Twilight," The mare inside said dramatically, chuckling almost evilly to her. Twilight had a confused look on her face, raising an eyebrow at the pony before her. "Trixie...? What are you doing in here?"

The magician loudly laughed at the bookworm, saying to her, "I should be asking you the same thing! What's wrong, hard times getting to you?"

The lavender unicorn gave out a groan, closing the door behind her as she trotted up to the light-blue mare. She was still in costume, too! "No; in fact, the Princess herself has assigned me to study the act of intimacy between ponies. I didn't realize you were a filly-fiddler, actually."

"Well, I don't see how that's damaging to one's career."

"Heh...'career'," Twilight snarked, doing air quotes with her fore-hooves.

"How rude!" Trixie scoffed, crossing her fore-hooves. She shook her head in disapproval. "Do you treat all your customers like this? I ought to complain to the manager!"

Twilight was about to retort, but then she remembered her environment. This was a place of relaxation and fun. The only bickering and cursing that went on was considered 'dirty talk'. She also promised Fancy Pants herself that there wouldn't be any ill-will with her and her customers. Even if they were complete jerks, the only thing she was allowed to do was ask them kindly to leave. With a sigh, Twilight frowned. "I'm sorry, Trixie."

"You don't mean that," The magician-mare scoffed with a 'harumph'. "First you embarrass me in front of all of Ponyville, and now this! I'm appalled!"

"Please calm down..." The purple nerdy pony sighed, sitting down and gently wrapping an arm around Trixie. "I mean, you did sort of dig yourself into a hole back there, but I really do feel bad about what happened. You were only trying to be entertaining."

The other unicorn unfolded her arms slowly, raising an eyebrow to the escort-pony. "Hmm...I'm still not convinced."

Twilight then gently pecked Trixie on the cheek, rubbing a hoof along her back. "Look, I'm here for you. I know this is weird coming from a prostitute, but I care about you. If it means eating out your pussy or...whatever you're into, then consider this me making it up to you," She comforted the mare, planting another small kiss on her cheek. "Deal?"

Trixie stared back at Twilight, then smiled warmly at her. "So, when did you turn lesbian?"

The lavender mare grinned back with a giggle. "Well...I'd consider myself 'pansexual' actually. Basically-"

The other unicorn cut her off with a deep kiss, rubbing her hooves against that velvet corset. Twilight complied, closing her eyes and tilting her head to the side. She had to admit...Trixie was a good kisser, even with the hint of cheap alcohol on her breath. After a minute, they both pulled away from the kiss, the magician-pony licking her lips, gazing into Twilight's eyes. "Twilight," Trixie cooed out erotically. "Let's sixty-nine."

Lying down on her back, Trixie, after taking off her cape and magician's hat, pulled down the bookworm-mare's silky panties, revealing Twilight's lower lips. She felt the mare on top of her softly moaning and lapping at her own lower lips, pressing her tongue to the lavender pony's pussy folds.

"Oooh, your tongue is so soft~" Twilight moaned out, panting out as her hooves rubbed at Trixie's cunny lips. Feeling the soft fabric of her socks against her crotch, the light-blue unicorn drilled her tongue inside the purple mare's pink tunnel, Twilight softly gasping as that smooth tongue rubbed around inside of her body. Her own tongue then lapped at the pony's exposed clitoris, hoof still rubbing at Trixie's sensitive pink flesh.

"Mmmm, rrrrrrr~" Trixie rolled her tongue, vibrating it inside of Twilight warm marehood, the lavender mare, shivering in pleasure from the tongue action.

"Oh Celestia, that feels good~" The bookworm unicorn managed to moan out, then started to suckle on the light-blue mare's clit. She now wondered if Trixie was into fore-hoofing (AN: Fisting), though right now she had to focus. Her hoof then teased at Trixie's clit, her tongue lapping at the pink flesh, tasting her pre-cum. Twilight was starting to leak out herself, much to Trixie's delight as she slurped it down like she would a mug of fresh apple cider.

Their moans only grew louder and louder, still licking and rubbing their tongues inside each other's pussies. The purple unicorn's hips were starting to buck against Trixie's mouth, Twilight nearing her orgasm due to that vibrating, dexterous tongue.

"I'm getting close..." Trixie muffled inside the mare's lower lips, pulling out her tongue as she gave long laps across those folds.

"M-Me too...don't stop...!" Twilight squealed in pleasure, licking and sucking at the hot cunny lips being pressed against her mouth.

The lavender mare's body couldn't take it anymore, as she felt her cum splash out into Trixie's mouth, feeling her slurp down her clear release wildly. The light-blue magician-pony's pussy was squirting out its juices as well, Twilight complyingly gulping down her cum and loudly crying out her orgasm inside the pink flesh. Trixie's cries of pleasure sounded more regal, though just as audible as Twilight's. Rolling over onto her side, Twilight panted and grinned down at her client. "So...anything else I can do for you...?"

"Oh Twilight, you're too kind," The magician-pony giggled, happily panting out in afterglow. "I'm afraid I must go now, though. I'm...needed at the local elementary school."

"Ah, so your career is going nicely, then..." Twilight joked, chuckling and rolling onto her back, panties hugging around her thighs.

"At least I get a bigger pay check there than I did in Ponyville..." Trixie retorted, slowly raising up onto her hooves. "Love the outfit, by the way. It almost suits you~"

Pulling her panties back up, the librarian-unicorn sat up and watched Trixie trot up to the door. "I can't tell if that was serious or not...but thanks." They both then exchanged winks with one another, the magician quickly opening the door with her unicorn magic and hastily leaving the room. Twilight got up onto her hooves shortly after, happily strutting out of the private room and up to the bar. "Sarsaparilla, please~" She giddily requested to the bartender.

Eyes focused, the white unicorn adjusted her spiffy designer glasses, a blob of magic surrounding the fabric, ruling tape, and scissors currently floating above a pony mannequin. Spike watched the mare at her best, pin needles poking into his scales. "Is there anything else I can do for you Rarity?" The dragon asked the dashing fashionista, watching her multi-task dexterously.

"No, I'm alright," the unicorn bluntly blurted out, adding some finishing touches to the haute-culture gala dress somepony had commission her to make. Spike kept his mouth shut, idly checking out her flank as she worked. He couldn't help it, she had 'dat flank'. Even at his current height, he was just tall enough to appreciate some fine, pony ass. His crush on the dress-maker didn't hurt, either.

"Spike..." Rarity growled, turning her head around as she leered down at the baby dragon. He shrunk in fear; he hated seeing his crush getting angry at him like that. "Staring at my butt all day isn't very nice, now is it?" He shook his head. Rarity let out a scoff, rolling her eyes at the boy. "Honestly, you really need to learn your manners. I'd be sending my complaints to Twilight right now if she weren't in Canterlot!"

The dragon groaned, folding his arms as he snarked under his breath at the pony, "Says the pony that thought Blueblood was a good date..." He then quickly covered his mouth, eyes growing wide.

"Don't you dare bring up Prince Blueblood ever again!" The unicorn snarled, staring down into Spike's very soul. "...Besides," She sighed, backing away from him and keeping her composure. She'd be screaming his ear out if it was considered 'lady-like' at all, though he was already petrified. "I've learned not to fall for stallions like that. If all you're going to do is snark at me, then you'd best be off bothering some other pony around here. The dress is finished anyway."

With her magic, she then pulled the pins out of Spike's back scales and opened the door leading out downstairs. "Thanks for being my pin-cushion, though," She chuckled, leaving the newly-made dress on the mannequin as she trotted downstairs. Spike frowned, following behind the mare, shoulders slumped. Rarity then stopped in her tracks, an idea appearing in her mind. "Say...I could just deliver this dress right to the customer if we head over to Canterlot. How about we pay Twilight a visit?"

With a nod and a small smile from the dragon boy, Rarity then patted his head gently. "Splendid. Now be a good boy and wait for me at the train station," the unicorn said to the boy, giving him a wink as she passes by, quickly galloping back into her room. Spike left the boutique quickly, making a bee-line for the train station.

I can't wait to see Twilight again...