Chapter 1 - The Chase

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Twilight grinned as, with a sneaking glance over the top of her newspaper, she saw a purple mare casually walking down the sidewalk on the opposite side of the street. ‘There she is, right on time.’

She stood, and after perfectly folding her paper-based cover back into its original form and returning it to the stand next to her with a quick "Thank you" to the newspaper-pony behind the counter she made her way across the street to follow her mystery mare into a dark, dank alleyway nestled between two Ponyvillian homes. She grinned as she caught sight of her target’s tail just before it could disappear at the other end of the passage, flashes of purples and pinks teasing her into picking up the pace.

Clad in an over-the-top raincoat and hat, a strange wardrobe choice made even stranger with the summer sun shining brightly overhead, Twilight figured that even if the mare turned around and saw her, she more than likely wouldn't recognize her. Yet, seeing as it was hard for her to be anonymous in a crowd what with being the resident Alicorn Princess and all, she figured it would be better to play it safe than sorry. So, in order to keep the gap between them steady, she slowed her pace back down as they walked past a small coffee shop and made their way back out onto the road.

She followed her target through shadowy alleys and mostly-empty streets, a route she had been studying for the past couple of weeks and now knew like the back of her hand. But, to justify her actions to herself even as she pressed her back up against the corner of a building to peer around the corner, she figured what she was doing wasn't stalking, per se. It was more… research than anything else, just another thing she wanted - no, NEEDED - to study to sate the burning itch of curiosity that had been nagging her ever since she had first seen the mare she now followed.

The mare that looked exactly like her.

Or, at the very least, almost exactly like her. While the mare’s hair and tail had been done up in a strikingly similar fashion to her own, including the purple and pink stripes she had never seen on another pony before, there were enough differences between them to, at the very least, quell her fear that a copy of herself had somehow been made by the magical Mirror Pool deep within the Everfree forest. Most notably of which was the obvious lack of a horn on the pegasus’s head and, kind of disappointingly as she glanced down at herself, how much more voluptuous the mare’s body seemed to be than her own.

Of course, she wouldn’t normally waste time she could be spending with her friends or continuing her studies to follow a mare that had decided to copy her hairstyle. She realized she was a Princess of Equestria, somepony a lot of ponies looked up to much like she had done with Celestia, so seeing a mare that had decided to do up her mane like her own wouldn’t normally be that much of a big deal.

What made it a big deal, at least in her mind, was how the mare was dressed.

Whether it was due to her very unsocial upbringing or just the fear that somepony might mistake this mare for the real thing and get the wrong idea about their Princess of Friendship, ever since Twilight had first seen her apparent copy-cat walking down the street clad in a much-too-small tank top and a much-too-short skirt she had felt that familiar nagging sensation in the back of her head. The kind of feeling that told her there was a problem that needed solving, and like with any of her other problems, the first thing she had to do was study it.

Which eventually led to now, with her following her mimic down streets that led deeper and deeper into downtown Ponyville. Each step into the underbelly of her hometown brought with it a nervousness that crept up her spine, a sensation that caused her heart to beat faster and her eyes to nervously dart left to right in fear as the familiar slowly faded away into the foreign.

While she wasn’t completely naive to the field, her previously-mentioned upbringing had left her with little experience in the more… romantic subjects of life. She had read about it here and there, but nothing really substantial past small biology books and picture-less pony anatomy studies had ever graced her reading table back in Canterlot. Which, as she had grown into the mare she was today, left her a little apprehensive when it came to anything pertaining to the dreaded three-letter word starting with ‘S’ and ending in ‘X’.

Which, as they passed a thankfully windowless building with a glowing sign over the door that proudly stated ‘ADULT TOY SUPERSTORE’ in bold lettering, easily explained the vibrant blush on her cheeks and why she rushed by the building without a second glance.

Twilight swallowed a lungful of air and released it in a sigh, eyes kept trained on the back of the mare’s familiar mane lest she see anything far too risqué for her tastes. ‘Alright, Twilight, you’re a grown mare. Nothing wrong with ponies-’ she nervously gulped around the lump in her throat ‘-doing THAT. Just… keep your attention on the mare and-’

Twilight was shocked from her thoughts as they walked around the corner and a large, ominous-looking building came into view. Looming on the other side of the street was a two-stories tall, brick-and-mortar covered establishment that seemed out of place amongst the rest of the shops around it.

Her shock turned into embarrassment as, just above the grand entryway in the front, she saw a large, neon sign of a scantily clad mare twirling around a pole with the words ‘THE PERFECT PLOT’ blinking underneath. Embarrassment turned into fear as she watched her lookalike make a beeline right towards the building and, to finish the cycle, fear morphed into terror as, after she stopped to talk with a large, menacing-looking bouncer at the side entrance, the mare casually opened a door labeled ‘EMPLOYEES ONLY’ and made her way inside.

Twilight watched as the door slowly swung closed, wincing as the slab of metal slammed shut and the guard retook his position in front of it. She stood there for a moment, eyes bouncing from the side door to the main entryway to the large neon mare winking at her from across the street as her mind tried to put all the pieces of the puzzle together. When it did, she came to the only logical conclusion.

‘Well, I guess that’s it!’ She turned around and started making her way back home, a rather fake-looking grin on her lips. ‘Oh well, you tried your best! Nothing wrong with giving up while you're ahead!’

However, each step she took away from her original goal strengthened that nagging sensation at the back of her studious mind, and right before she made it back to the ‘ADULT TOY SUPERSTORE’ she found herself once again pausing in deep thought.

‘Come on, there’s no reason to be snooping around… THERE. Maybe she’s just visiting some friends for a drink or something...’ She frowned as the rational side of her brain kicked in and instantly threw her rather weak theory away. ‘Ugh… why can’t anything be EASY!? I mean, really, a stripper!?’ She blushed, imagining a mare that looked almost exactly like her doing… whatever it was that a stripper did. Stripping, she assumed, which made the red on her cheeks glow even brighter as she pictured the already scantily-clad mare removing anything at all from her curvaceous body.

She turned back around, nervously tapping her fingers against the sides of her thighs as she stared at the embarrassing building which currently hid the much more terrifying establishment behind it. ‘Oh boy… Am I really thinking about going in there? Is one mare really worth it?’

Suddenly, there was a voice coming from deep within her conscious. A voice she new very well, one that she had heard for many years growing up. Her expression hardened as the voice of her mentor spoke to her, telling her the same thing the wise Alicorn had said when Twilight had been faced with what, at the time, appeared to be impossible.

‘Just because something seems hard to obtain doesn't mean you shouldn't try, Twilight. It just means you should try harder to overcome it.’

Twilight stomped her foot on the ground and grinned. ‘Celestia’s right! Just because I’m a little nervous about going into an... adult establishment doesn't mean I should give up!’ She took a series of deep breaths, using the calming exercise Cadance had taught her upon being a Princess to help psyche herself up. She finished it with a smile, and with newfound confidence she began marching her way back towards The Perfect Plot.

‘Let’s do this!’

She once again made her way around the corner, forging through the small pang of embarrassment that coursed through her veins as the mare hanging above the front of the building came into view. She didn't even pause as the bouncer turned and stared at the strange pony clad in a heavy raincoat marching across the street, keeping her focus on the doorway that grew closer and closer with each step she took. She made her way up to the door as a mare on a mission, pulling it open and walking inside without a single glance back-

She once again found herself frozen in place as her eyes adjusted to the darkness, revealing the seething mass of life all around her that filled The Perfect Plot to the brim.

“Whoa…”

While the building had seemed large from the outside, it was nothing compared to what it actually was on the inside. What she had assumed to be a multi-floored establishment was actually one large, open expanse with ceilings that hung high enough overhead that she couldn't see the top through the darkness. Flashing, multicolored lights were scattered about the premises, illuminating dozens upon dozens of tables that dark, pony-like forms walked to and around as they mingled amongst each other.

One such shadow figure came right up to her, revealing itself to be a somewhat familiar light-brown stallion who paused a few steps away and stared at her questioningly. “Uhm… excuse me? You’re blocking the door.”

Twilight gasped and stepped aside. “Oh! Sorry, Caramel!”

For some reason he recoiled away, as if he had been startled by something she had said-

She gasped, realizing that she had just spoken to somepony who would more than likely recognize her voice on the spot. Inside a strip-club.

Coughing into a hand to build up some phlegm in the hopes it might mask her voice, she reached over to hold the door open and tilted her head down to hide her face beneath her hat. “Uh… I mean… have a good day, sir!”

Caramel lowered his head to peer beneath her hat. “...Do I know you from somewhere?”

Bending her neck enough to almost hurt, Twilight felt a nervous sweat start to build on her forehead. “...Nope...”

Caramel pulled away, continuing to stare at her for a moment before he sighed and made his way towards the door. “...Okay…”

Caramel seemed deep in thought as he walked by, but with a shrug and a nod in her direction he gave up on trying to figure out who she was and strolled out the door. Twilight, however, noticed that something about him seemed a little bit… off as he passed. The stallion’s mane was more frazzled than he normally kept it, his eyes seemed to be dilated far past what was normal, and she got a whiff of alcohol and… something else as he walked past. Yet, surprisingly enough, he seemed to be in quite a happy mood if the dopey grin on his face was any indication, something she wouldn't have expected after seeing how the rest of him looked.

Twilight sighed and ended her scrutiny of the stallion as the door closed behind him, and as she glanced at her hands she realized they were shaking from almost being caught. ‘Sweet Celestia above… what would he think if he knew it was me? ME, of all ponies, walking into a strip club!’ She shivered. ‘Ugh, talk about a field day for the press…’ She checked the surrounding area for signs of her target, yet her hope that the mare would greet her at the door to make things easy didn't come to pass. ‘Well… let’s do this…’

It took a surprising amount of effort to take her first step away from the safety of her only exit, but once she had each consecutive stride came easier as she looked around the room in awe. Ponies from all walks of life passed by her in a blur of colors, some walking to an impressive bar set up at the far right of the room as others made their way around tables, chairs, and other patrons to make their way back to their seats. Glancing towards the back of the room revealed the faint outline of what appeared to be a stage set up in the darkness, one that was currently devoid of life in stark contrast to the rest of the establishment.

Twilight paused about a third of the way into the room, scanning the tops of pony’s heads to see if her lookalike was close by. ‘Hmm, no luck… Where is she?’ She scratched the back of her head, jostling the hat perched atop her mane as she sighed. ‘Well, I guess it was a long shot anyway…’ She frowned and turned around. ‘I guess I COULD just talk to her tomorrow, seeing as I know her route and everyth-’

Twilight never noticed the mare walking behind her until she had already slammed into her, sending both herself and the unexpected pony tumbling to the ground. She fell on her rear with a soft “Oof”, but after taking a moment to regain her bearings she jumped back up and quickly made her way over to the other pony. She extended a hand to help the mare up, embarrassment etched across her face from being so clumsy. “I’m so sorry, I-”

Her breath hitched in her throat as she remembered what had happened with Caramel. As the mare reached out and grabbed her offered hand, her mind quickly conjured up the best stallion-impression it could make as she helped the pony to her feet. “Uh, mighty sorry there, miss! Didn't see you there! Uhm… eeyup?”

The mare, who, now that Twilight could get a good look at her face through the veil that was draped over it, was somepony she felt she had met before, gave her a frown and a haughty “hmph” before she snapped back around and walked away. The mare’s overly-long ponytail whipped around behind her, lightly smacking Twilight across the face before she could duck out of the way of it.

By the time she had recovered from the sudden hair-based assault the mare had already made her way to one of the nearby tables, receiving a round of raucous applause from the stallions sitting around it as she began to mingle. Twilight continued to stare at the back of her head, absentmindedly rubbing the spot on her cheek where the mare’s ponytail had slapped her as she tried to place the mare’s face in her memories.

‘Where have I seen her before…?’

She took a step forward, planning to ask the mare her name to sate her curiosity, yet instead found herself frozen in place as she noticed the mare was getting rather... cozy with some of the other patrons. Sensual strokes against one of the stallion’s faces with the back of her hand stole a gasp from Twilight’s lungs and the high-pitched whistles from the other ponies around the table that followed brought a blush to her cheeks as she watched the proceedings in wonderment.

‘What is she do-’

And then, with a cracking sound of flesh impacting flesh, Twilight nearly jumped out of her coat as one of the stallions reached over and slapped the mare on the ass, spilling some of the drink he held in his other hand onto the table as the rest of his half-drunken buddies erupted into a cheer. She watched with bated breath as the mare turned around, fully expecting her to slap the offending stallion across the face for such a rude gesture.

Surprising both the stallion and, perhaps even more so, the disguised Alicorn watching from afar, the mare wound up giving him nothing more than a warm smile as she leaned over the table and wiped up the mess. Even from several feet away Twilight could see the stallion’s eyes fall from the mare’s face to the ample cleavage now enticingly displayed in all its glory just in front of him, something which he certainly appreciated the sight of as blood rushed into his cheeks. Only when she had finished and stood back up did he turn his gaze away, weakly chuckling as one of his friends teasingly slapped him on the back and the mare moved on to the next pony at the table.

“Yeah, don’t worry about her, Star. She’s just a little pissy about you getting the big show tonight.”

Twilight yelped in fright as a pink mare suddenly appeared beside her, and with a stern frown she rounded on the mare to give her hyperactive friend a piece of her mind. “Pinkie! What did I say about-”

She froze as, instead of the premier party pony in all of Ponyville, her sister-in-law, Cadance, came into view. Or, as she got a better look at her, a mare that was dressed up to look like Cadance. From the yellow, pink, and purple stripes of her mane to the light purple of her irises, whoever this mare was had done a pretty convincing job of looking like her former foalsitter.

Of course, from there on down, things became a little more… risqué than what was normal for the Princess of Love.

The pink mare was holding a tray of drinks in her hand, keeping them perfectly balanced just above her head as she frowned at the other mare who, for some reason, was now climbing up onto the table to yet another round of applause. With the pink mare wearing only a very, VERY thin bra and a matching light-blue skirt, Twilight easily traced the curves of her shoulders down past the twin mounds of her rather ample bosom to the mare’s trim waistline. Just beneath that was her cutie mark, a pair of smiling faces that looked back at Twilight with mocking grins as if they were laughing at her current predicament.

Which, with a start, reminded Twilight that the mare had just spoken to her. Her head snapped back up to the mare’s eyes, cheeks heating up with a blush as she saw the mare looking right back at her with a smirk. “Uhh… huh?”

The mare giggled. “Heh, what are you, STAR struck or something?” She snorted into her hand, a gesture which Twilight never thought she would see coming from her more regal sister-in-law. “Get it? STAR struck? Star? Ah, I kill myself sometimes…”

Twilight blinked a couple times, mind trying and failing to keep up with the strange appearance of an even stranger mare. “...Huh?”

The Cadance-lookalike’s smile fell into a frown. “Wow, is it really that bad?” She backed away and gestured to her clothes. “I mean, I like ‘em. Kinda cute, in the lewd kind of way.” She smirked. “Plus, they really show off these babies!”

Twilight’s eyes widened as the mare suddenly reached up and jostled her breasts back and forth, the mountains of flesh jiggling about but a few feet away from her beet-red face. “...Huh!?”

The pink mare frowned again as she let her mounds fall back into place. “You okay, Star? You seem like you've seen a ghost or something! Are you nervous about the show?” She reached over and wrapped an arm around Twilight’s shoulders, using her other hand to pick at the thick coat covering the Alicorn’s body. “Is that why you got this thing on? Some pre-show jitters?”

Twilight, now blankly staring ahead as this mare she had never met before inserted herself into her personal space, looked down at her coat and frowned. “What?”

The mare grinned and, as she pulled her arm away, gave Twilight a good smack on the back as she started to chuckle. “Pff, you got me, Star! Like you’d ever be nervous about a show… Hah!” She turned around, glancing back at Twilight over her shoulder as she began to walk away. “I gotta get back to work! Nice talkin’ to ya, Star! Break a leg!” With that, the Cadance copy-cat walked over to a table and, just as the other mare had, received a series of hoops and hollers as she began to hand out drinks to the stallions sitting around it.

Twilight watched her go, only tearing her gaze away to look down at her leg as she lifted it off the ground and shook it a couple of times. “Break a leg? What in Equestria is she talking about? I’m not-”

A sudden shout from behind shocked her out of her thoughts. She snapped back around, gasping as the mare she had bumped into came into view and her memory decided that then was the perfect time to start working as she finally remembered what the mystery mare’s name was.

It was Countess Coloratura, or, as it had been with Cadance-but-not-really-Cadance, a mare doing her best to look exactly like the biggest pony pop-star in all of Equestria. She had made her way to the center of the table where a steel pole now jutted out towards the ceiling and, much to the delight of the cheering stallions around her, had had begun to lewdly gyrate her hips against it. Twilight gasped as she tore off her extravagant purple vest, leaving the near-white mare with only a tight-fitting purple undershirt, a matching pair of short-shorts and a couple of studded collars around her neck and wrists on her body.

Twilight looked away, eyes clenched shut as she tried to get the image out of her head. ‘Well, that’s NOT something I planned on seeing toda-’

She opened her eyes, expecting them to be safe from harm, and found herself in the crossfires of yet another erotic scene.

The Cadance copy-cat had followed the other mare’s example and had crawled up onto a table. Literally crawled, the mare staying on her hands and knees as she made her way towards the pole at the center. Which, with her facing away from Twilight, gave the Alicorn a perfect line of sight up the mare’s skirt and at the pink panties emblazoned with the Crystal Heart hidden within.

Twilight watched her pause and shake her tail back and forth for one of the stallions sitting around the table, but by the time she began to slowly crawl up the pole to stand on two legs Twilight was already gone.

‘Sweet Celestia above, that was NOT something I needed to see…’ Twilight brought a hand up to rub her eyes, hoping the image of her near-naked sister-in-law, or at least a mare who looked like her, wasn't one that would be seared to the bottom of her eyelids for the rest of time. She reached up towards her hat, looking to tilt it down to hide the red glow of her cheeks from the numerous ponies walking by her as they sat down for the show. ‘Well, I guess I should've known what I was going to see in a strip club. I mean-’

She paused, hand dancing around the top of her head and feeling nothing but hair. ‘Wait. Where’s my hat?’ A cold chill began to run up her spine as she looked around the floor, unable to spot the article of clothing that was so crucial to her disguise. ‘Where’s my hat!? I- oh, there it is.’

Back where she had bumped into Coloratura was her hat, the shaped piece of cloth no doubt tumbling off her mane as she fell to the ground. Quickly shoving it back on her head and checking the area to see if anypony had noticed the Alicorn walking amongst them, she sighed in relief as it appeared that, luckily, nopony had seen her gaffe or, probably more likely, were simply too drunk to care.

‘Phew… THAT would've been bad. Though, I guess that mare did recognize me as somepony called Star…’ She glanced over at where she had last seen the strange pink mare, and as she saw her crouched down with her legs spread for one of the stallions at the table she immediately regretted that decision. ‘Must be another employee…’

Twilight turned around and gradually made her way across the room, continuing to check for signs of her copy-cat while doing her best to avoid seeing anything too scandalous. Of course, with the business being what it was, that proved to be quite the difficult thing to avoid as mares dressed up as different famous and high-ranking ponies passed by her left and right. Everything from a rather convincing Sapphire Shores to a Daring Do dressed in a provocative tan vest and panties crossed her path, leaving her feeling light-headed as most of the blood in her body rushed up into her cheeks.

A bead of sweat dripped into her eyes, and with a groan she reached up and wiped the perspiration from her brow. ‘Ugh… I need to get out of this crowd and take a breather...’ She glanced up and saw that, luckily, the stage she had seen earlier was now only a few tables away. ‘Thank Celestia… Just need to clear my head and think up a plan...’

She made her way past a final few tables, one inhabited by a group of construction ponies who raised their mugs up in cheer as a mare dressed up as Photo Finish tore off her skirt and tossed it aside. The other table, luckily, had nopony at it other than a rather convincing Spitfire wearing nothing but a bra and a pair of panties as she wiped it down.

As Twilight approached the stage she found that it, too, appeared to be devoid of life, the large, silken curtains at the back no doubt leading to some employees-only area that sat dead-still in direct opposition to the rest of the room. Feeling a slight dizziness from her harrowing journey across the main floor, Twilight turned around and leaned her back against it, the cold, hard wood helping her rest her weary body and frayed mind.

Bringing a hand up and rubbing her eyes, Twilight sighed. ‘Okay, this isn't working. Think, Twilight, think! There HAS to be a way to-’

“Laaadies and gentlecolts!”

Twilight nearly jumped right out of her skin at the sudden blaring announcement coming from right behind her, ears ringing and heart stopping for a moment as she spun back around to face the stage. A stallion was standing there, dressed up in quite a gaudy set of robes as he waved his hand towards the crowd and lifted a microphone to his lips.

“The main event shall begin shortly! Don’t miss out on a front row seat to the show!” The stallion smirked, waving his hand with a grand flourish over towards the silk curtains behind him as he made his way over to the side of the stage.

It took Twilight a moment to remember just where it was she stood in relation to what the stallion had said, but by the time she tried to back away from the stage a mob of ponies had gathered around it and had locked her in place. She found herself stuck in the front row, surrounded on all sides by stallions and, to her surprise, a handful of mares, all of which had their complete attention focused on the curtains at the back of the stage. The loud click of a spotlight being turned on drew Twilight’s gaze as well, revealing a large, bright ring of light now focused on the center of the fabric that seemed to sway back and forth as if teasing the crowd with whatever was about to happen.

“Welcome, everypony, to The Perfect Plot!” Once again the announcer’s voice came shouting through the speakers set up on either side of the stage, though this time it was answered with a loud round of applause from the ponies gathered around the stage. “It is time for our main event! I would like everypony here to give a round of applause to our very special guest tonight!”

A strange mix of intrigue and horror flooded Twilight’s system as she glanced over at the announcer, who was scanning the crowd with a wide grin on his face. “She’s a member of this fair town of Ponyville! A mare who has been one fillies and colts could look up to and” - the announcer’s tone turned more sly along with his smirk - “somepony us stallions, and even some mares, could look at in a very different way…” A round of deep chuckles came from the crowd, sending a tingle up Twilight’s spine. “So, it is my pleasure to introduce…”

Twilight’s attention turned back towards the stage, her heart hammering in her chest as time seemed to slow down all around her.

“The one…”

Her breaths became quicker, shorter.

“The only…”

Her eyes widened, sweat trickling down her forehead as she focused on the little bit of darkness she could see backstage. And then, with a grand flourish and an ear-shattering round of applause from the crowd, the main event stepped through the curtains.

It was her, the copy-cat mare she had been looking for all this time.

“Twiliiiight Spaaarkle!”

Chapter 2 - The Perfect Plot

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Twilight froze in place. The announcer's words rang in her ears. The non-stop hammering of her heart ceased as it fell into the pit of her stomach. Even then she couldn't look away from the stage as her copy-cat walked up towards the crowd and bent over, blowing a kiss to the audience while showing off the ample cleavage of her breasts to the lucky stallions and one unlucky mare in the front row.

“Hey boys… what can your Princess do for you this evening?”

Twilight was sure the ponies around her responded to the mare’s question with some rather… provocative language. Their unsavory shouts, however, were drowned out by the blood rushing past her ears as she watched the mare turn around and walk towards a pole gradually rising from center-stage in slow-motion.

‘Oh crap…’

An all-consuming heat enveloped her face as she watched the exaggerated sway of the pony’s hips, eyes unwillingly bobbing back and forth to watch the mare’s voluptuous rear move around inside the tight-fitting, two-tone blue dress that clung to her body like a second skin. With a gasp she realized that the dress seemed to be a replica of the one she had worn to her first ever Grand Galloping Gala, complete with star-studded heels and a matching set of earrings that dangled down to the mare’s cheeks and jingled as she walked. Even the mare's hair matched what Rarity had talked her into for the eventually-disastrous extravaganza, with her normally straight bangs in the front and a tied-up bun in the back.

Of course, like apparently everything else about her copy-cat, the made-to-be-formal dress had its sexiness cranked up way past what she would ever consider wearing in public. The bottom half, normally long enough to almost touch the floor as she walked, had been shortened to show off the mare’s sleek legs and the curves of her thighs. There was a good amount of fur showing above the waist as well, most notably where the mare’s breasts jutted out from her chest and formed a deep, dark crevice between them that seemed to rile up the crowd each time they saw it.

The entire ensemble was certainly well-made, and if Twilight didn't know any better she would swear that it was Rarity herself who had sewn it. It was just… less dress than what it normally was, showing off enough of the mare’s fur that she couldn't look away even if she was more embarrassed now than she could ever remember being in her life.

The performer finished her short trip to the pole with a sexually-charged whip of her tail, one that lifted the skirt-like bottom of her dress just enough to tease the crowd into a frenzy with a peek at her hidden ass. Erotically winking at the audience as she wrapped her hands around the bar, the curvaceous mare sensually pressed her body against the cold steel and opened her mouth in a silent moan. A fast-paced beat began to pulse out of the speakers on either side of the stage, and as the mare began to rock her hips against the pole in time with the music the crowd began to really cheer her on.

Twilight could feel her mouth slowly fall open in equal parts shock and awe as the mare started her routine. The dancer twirled around the steel rod like a master at her craft, performing moves that wowed Twilight just as much as, if not more than, they embarrassed her with their raw sexuality. Each chest-rattling blast of bass from the speakers was met with a violent shake of the performer’s ass or an erotic grind of her hips against the pole, and each move was followed by a cute little wink or a flash of that sly smile that continued to egg the audience on.

And then, much to Twilight's horror, she started to flash more.

Twilight’s entire face reddened as the dancer grabbed the top of her dress and began to slowly peel it away from her body, revealing more and more of her purple fur as she casually stripped down in front of everypony in the room. Which, based on the mass of ponies pressing against her as they tried to get a better look at the mare on stage, Twilight figured was everypony she had seen upon entering The Perfect Plot and then some. She was locked in place, forced to watch a mare that looked almost exactly like herself sensually undress on stage before hundreds upon hundreds of cheering stallions. Just the thought of doing something like that herself was almost enough to make her nauseous, yet the mare on stage seemed so calm, so confident in herself as she let the bottom half of her dress fall to the ground that Twilight couldn't find it in herself to look away for even a second.

The mare was left with nothing but a sleek bra and a matching pair of blue panties preserving her modesty, both pieces of lingerie apparently made to go with the dress she absentmindedly kicked towards the back of the stage as she continued her overly-sexualized dance routine. The bra, barely containing the mare’s bountiful breasts that strained out from her chest like a pair of ripe melons, had a small, white star sitting in the middle that, from the looks of it, hooked the two sides together to hold it against her body. From the way the supple flesh jiggled about as she moved, however, it was just barely doing so, and Twilight blushed as she found herself waiting to see if a wardrobe malfunction would happen before the seemingly never-ending ride would end.

Then there were the panties, which Twilight could only look at for a moment before the sight of her cutie-mark plastered over another mare's crotch forced her to avert her eyes in embarrassment. The underwear hugged the mare's body so tight that it left very little to the imagination about her most private of areas. In fact, even from her quick glance at it, Twilight swore she saw the outline of her marehood through the fabric, something she was sure the stallion’s around her were a little more appreciative of as they continued yelling catcalls towards the mare at the top of their lungs.

Luckily for Twilight’s nerves, which sat on the precipice of breaking and sending her into one of her Equestria-famous panic attacks, the most intimate places of the performer’s body never came out into the open. The mare did an impeccable job of keeping them hidden, moving in ways that showed off her curves to the crowd but never revealed more than what she wanted to show. It was certainly quite the performance, and if all the blood in her body hadn't rushed into her cheeks and left her brain deprived of enough to function she probably would have applauded the mare for such a high-quality show. Instead, all she could do was watch in stunned silence as the mare wrapped her arms and legs around the pole, sandwiching the metal between both her thighs and breasts as she scanned the crowd with a smoldering gaze.

Smiling as she apparently found what she was looking for, the dancer performed a final twirl around the pole and ended it facing away the audience. Pressing her hips against the rod and arching her entire body backwards, the mare formed an almost-perfect U-shape and nearly touched the top of her head to the floor in an impressive display of flexibility and athleticism. The position showed off the voluptuous curves of her body to the audience, most notably where her breasts jutted out towards them, and after taking a moment to drink in their applause she gave them an upside-down smile and wink before continuing.

The dancer gradually picked herself back up, eyes never leaving the audience until her body once again touched cold, hard steel. She slowly turned around to face the crowd and, giving the ponies in the front row a predator’s smile that showed off the sparkling whites of her teeth, lowered herself towards the ground. She began to crawl on all fours towards the front of the stage, eyes scanning back and forth across the audience as if she was looking for the weakest target to prey on. Twilight did her best to sink into her raincoat in the hopes of hiding herself and not being said pony, yet as the mare on stage slowly approached her she felt her heart start to race and her breathing start to hasten.

Fortunately enough, her silent prayers to her mentor proved to be successful as, once she reached the edge of the stage, the performer abruptly turned towards the stallion to her left and smiled. The mare extended a hand towards the light yellow earth pony, sending a heavy scent of lavender rushing past Twilight’s nose just from her close proximity alone. Through sheer force of will, she prevented herself from sneezing if only to see the performer’s next move in a strange sense of morbid curiosity.

The entire crowd seemed to lean in towards the mare as she grabbed the stallion’s shirt collar and pulled him in towards her. Twilight gasped as their heads came together, disbelieving that the mare would be so bold as to plant a kiss on a stranger’s lips without warning. Both thankfully and, strangely enough, somewhat disappointingly, her copycat just missed the stallion’s puckered lips and, instead, went past it to plant a kiss on his right cheek. A bright blush took over the yellow fur on the stallion’s cheeks, one that brightened as the dancer brought her mouth up to his ear and whispered.

The words, spoken as softly as somepony whispering sweet nothings into their lover's ears, caused Twilight’s heart to miss a beat as she just barely caught them over the dull roar of the crowd. “Hey, stud, I hear it’s your birthday today. How about you sign up for a little-” She brought her hand up from the stallion’s shirt and caressed his cheek “-one on one time with your Princess? I’ll be sure to make it-” Her arms came together around her chest, squeezing her breasts together right in front of his face to really accentuate their impressive size “-extra special for such a good looking subject of mine.”

Twilight shuddered just as bad as the stallion the words had been intended for, and as she watched the mare turn said pony into putty with a few heated whispers into his ear she felt her heart start to hammer inside her chest. Her breath hitched in her throat as the performer planted another light kiss on the stallion's cheek, leaving him standing there with a blush on his face and, as Twilight glanced down and blushed as well, a rather noticeable bulge in his pants as she pulled away.

The stunned stallion slowly opened his mouth, yet all he could get out through his suddenly dry lips was a weak croak. “O-okay…”

Her look-alike stood up and turned around, smiling at the stallion over her shoulder as she walked back towards the steel pole standing guard at center stage. Twilight pulled her eyes away from the stallion’s crotch as the tent in his pants twitched, her face beet-red as, without really wanting to, she imagined what it looked like underneath the cloth. Of course, as soon as she turned and saw the jiggling purple mounds of the performer’s firm ass her embarrassment only grew, the thin strip of cloth that was her panties only wide enough to obscure the crack between the cheeks and nothing else.

‘Oh… Oh my…’

The mare reached up towards her chest as she reached the stripper’s pole and began working on something that Twilight couldn't quite make out from her position in the crowd. Whatever it was, the rambunctious stallions around her certainly seemed to be excited for it, especially as the mare on stage shook her ass back and forth in time with the music to keep them entertained.

And then she vanished in a shroud of darkness.

Twilight gasped she was suddenly robbed of her vision, hearing nothing but the ringing in her ears as the music faded away into silence. It took her a moment to realize that the lights on and around the stage had suddenly been turned off, obscuring anything more than a foot-or-so away from her in shadow. Even being in the front row she could barely make out the stage, yet from the energy in the air she could tell the show had not yet finished.

An excited murmur began to grow in the crowd, increasing in volume as Twilight’s ears slowly adapted to the sudden absence of heavy bass and thundering electronica. It felt like the ponies around her knew what was coming, leaving her as the only pony left in the dark both figuratively and literally as she scanned the stage for signs of life. It took a moment, but eventually she made out a dark form moving towards the crowd, and just as it reached the edge of the stage-

With a thunderous roar from the crowd that drowned out the one not-as-loud gasp from the lone Alicorn in the room, the lights came back on to reveal the mare standing tall above the crowd. Twilight winced as her eyes were subject to the sudden change of lighting, but once they had adjusted they widened in awe.

The mare on stage, arms curled up against her chest as she grinned at the front row, let her hands fall back to her sides to let her now-unclasped bra tumble towards the floor. Twilight found that she couldn't look away as the star-embroidered piece of cloth fell away to reveal a pair of pasties applied to the center of the mare’s breasts, covering the peak of her mounds with two large, pink stars that perfectly matched the center of Twilight’s cutie-mark. Even then each pasty wasn't much larger than a bit, leaving very little to the imagination as the mare openly groped her breasts and blew a kiss towards the crowd.

The heavy bass pumping from the speakers began to pick up the pace as yet another metal pole rose up from the stage, this one just about directly in front of Twilight and only a few feet away from the front row. As it rose, the dancer reached behind her head to undo her bun and, with a smirk, let her hair dangle freely against her shoulders. With a loud, metallic chink the pole finished erecting itself before the crowd and with a loud, lust-tinged moan the performer sandwiched it between her breasts, hips moving to the beat as she ground her body against the cold steel like it was a long-lost lover. All eyes in the room were on the near-naked mare, following her every move as she showed off her impressive routine and even more impressive body to whoever wished to watch.

The continuous flickering of the lights above and around the stage forced Twilight to avert her eyes, and the short reprieve to rub at them in order to alleviate their burning pain gave her time to think up a plan. The constant cheers from the seething mass of ponies around her, however, made concentration near impossible and, as the applause grew into a deafening roar, she wasn't able to make much of one past just sneaking backstage when the show was over and finding the mare-

Something smooth and firm suddenly attached itself to her face, shocking her out of her thoughts and nearly sending her toppling over herself as she tried to remove whatever creature had latched onto her head. With a sharp tug her sight was restored and, as she looked down at the thing that had so viciously assaulted her, a warmth blossomed in her cheeks as she saw the mare’s bra sitting in the palm of her hand. She glanced up, cheeks brightening as she saw the mare crouched down right in front of her with her back pressed against the pole. Which, with the stage only waist-high, put her copy-cat’s crotch right at eye level as the mare spread her legs and sultrily gyrated her hips to the beat.

The stallions on either side of Twilight certainly seemed to appreciate the show a little bit more than herself, pressing against her sides to get a better view at the still-hidden treasures between the mare’s legs. The one behind her even pushed against her back in an attempt to get closer to the action, and Twilight gasped as she felt something hard poking her in the lower back. She was trapped in a prison made of stallions, forced to join them in watching a mare with an eerie resemblance to herself pole-dance just a few short feet away for their enjoyment.

And, loathe as she was to admit it, the mare on stage was certainly putting on one Tartarus of a performance. Whereas her previous routine had a well-practiced flow to it that almost seemed graceful, the mare’s moves had now become more wild, more energetic, more carnal. She violently whipped her head back and forth as she made small thrusting motions with her hips, sending her multi-hued purple and pink mane flying about her face in a mess of hair. Her hands continued to move around her body, going from the bust of her breasts to the smooth fur on her stomach to the curves of her lower thighs. The mare was practically molesting herself in front of a mob of lust-hungry Ponyvillians looking for a good time, and, from the looks of it, she seemed to be actually enjoying it.

A rush of embarrassment surged into Twilight’s cheeks as the stallion to her right shouted out “Nice tits, Princess!” and gasped as the one behind her jumped up and yelled “Take ‘em off, slut!” as he threw a crumpled up bit-note onto the stage. The mare paid no attention to them, apparently lost within her own world of pulsing beats and rhythmic gyrations as she continued to dance. Twilight, however, found herself sweating profusely underneath her raincoat and started to back away to take a breather.

She was stopped by the stallion to her left who suddenly grabbed her by the shoulder, preventing her from escaping with his shockingly tight grip. “Hey, uh… if you don’t want that... “

Twilight yelped in surprise, snapping around to find the light-yellow stallion her copycat had picked out of the crowd looking at her with an almost pleading look in his eyes. He blushed and pulled his hand away as his eyes locked with hers, ruffling his spiky black mane with his free hand as he seemingly begged for something with the other. “Can I have it?”

Twilight looked down at the stallion’s outstretched hand and then back up at his face. “Huh? Wh-what?”

He gave her a weak smile and pointed down towards her hand. “The, uh… the b-bra. C-can I have it?”

Twilight blushed and glanced down, seeing the small piece of blue lingerie still clenched in her fist. She looked back up towards the stallion and, after seeing the strange sense of need in his eyes, weakly nodded her head as she handed the silken garment over.

The stallion features immediately brightened, the smile on his face much more genuine as he grabbed the bra and held it up against his chest. “Heh, thanks, dude! You’re the best!”

Twilight stared at him, dumbfounded. “Umm… okay…”

They continued to stare at each other for several moments, an awkward silence falling over the two even as the rest of the room continued to pulse with sound. Twilight gave the stallion a fragile smile, keeping her head tilted down in the hopes that her hat would keep her identity hidden. “So, uh…” She cleared her throat and lowered her voice. “Big fan of Twilight?”

The stallion’s smile widened, a happy glint in his eyes as he clutched the bra against his chest and dreamily stared off into the distance. “Oh, of course! She’s amazing!” He turned towards the stage, not noticing the blush that had spread across Twilight’s face as he watched the performer continue her routine. “Celestia’s personal protege, savior of Equestria -” He glanced over at Twilight with a smirk “- several times over, I might add. Plus, ever since she moved here, Ponyville has been so much more… lively than before! Sure you have all the dangerous stuff that’s happened to the town since then-” He once again failed to notice Twilight’s reaction as she winced at his words “- but I wouldn't change any of it for the world!”

Twilight continued to questioningly stare at the stallion. ‘Must be a big fan of mine. That’s… sweet, in a weird way.’ She glanced down at his hand, clenching the bra so tight that his knuckles had turned white. ‘In a really, really, REALLY weird way…’

The stallion sighed and turned towards Twilight, smile shrinking yet becoming no less genuine as he blushed and rubbed the back of his head. “That, and I just so happen to have a, well… you know…” - He glanced down at the bra in his hand - “...a little bit of a crush on her.” He paused for a moment, seemingly deep in thought, but then chuckled to himself and playfully waved Twilight off with his bra-holding hand. “I don’t know why I’m telling you all this. I’m sure you didn't come here to hear about my problems. Sorry for putting all of this on you...”

Twilight frowned, feeling somewhat sorry for the stallion as he glanced at the piece of underwear in his hand and sighed. Then her frown deepened at the strange mix of emotions swirling around inside her head, ranging from the aforementioned sorriness all the way to a little bit of embarrassment from his confession. Plus, the fact that he was holding onto a piece of mare’s underwear like his life depended on it was still REALLY creeping her out.

She coughed into the back of her hand. “Well... No problem, I guess. I’m sure that, uh, Twilight would be more than-”

A sudden groan caused both ponies to look towards the faux-Twilight on stage, and what they saw brought matching blushes to their faces. The dancer had begun to sensually wiggle her way up and down the pole like a belly-dancer and, if that wasn't lewd enough, was openly groping her body with both her hands to the delight of the crowd. The performer would spread her legs each time she dipped down, sexually rubbing her upper thighs and legs to draw the viewer’s eyes between them before starting to stand back up. Even then her hands never sat still, trailing up her body to trace her delicious curves all the way to the voluptuous mounds of her breasts.

A shiver raced up Twilight’s spine as the mare squished the near-naked masses together, accentuating the cleavage formed between the purple peaks to the tune of an over-the-top moan that riled up the stallions in the crowd. Several ponies in her immediate vicinity joined in on the barrage of catcalls directed towards the mare, causing her eyes to shrink to pinpricks as the stallion directly behind her, drunk if the smell of alcohol that wafted past her nose was any indication, told the stripper to check out the lump he had between his legs in a rather slurred voice.

Twilight’s blood drained from her face, both from the shock that the Ponyvillians around her, normally so warm and friendly in day-to-day life, were yelling such erotic things at the performer on stage and, perhaps more importantly, that said performer looked almost exactly like herself. It was as if the ponies she casually greeted in passing around town had transformed as soon as they had entered The Perfect Plot, becoming an unruly mob of lustful beings that watched their Princess strip down for their own enjoyment. Or, with a thought that caused Twilight’s heart to hammer inside her chest, that the warm smiles she got every day had a more… sinister side to them, a darker side that they kept to themselves until they came to the bowels of Ponyville to sit back and let loose.

Perhaps the most frightening thought was that, for some reason, amongst the swirling feelings of disgust and embarrassment, there was a small undercurrent of excitement that made the idea almost… intriguing? Alluring? In a strange way, it was almost… flattering! While it wasn't literally her, all these ponies had gathered to watch Princess Twilight Sparkle strut her stuff on stage. And Celestia above did she ever!

Even as she turned around and shoved her ass out towards the crowd she held herself with such poise, such confidence that practically oozed out of her body with each sexually-charged yet masterfully-made maneuver that Twilight couldn't help but admire her. This was a mare who knew she was good looking and was proud of it, too. While the actions themselves weren't something she would ever do, a fact further confirmed by the performer as she did a perfect split facing away from the crowd and slapped herself on her almost bare ass, the self-confidence the mare had in herself was something that Twilight, as she glanced down at her raincoat-covered body, felt like she could look up to.

Of course, this was still a mare using her likeness for a rather provocative business. There was no way in Tartarus that she was leaving without at least trying to talk the mare out of it. She figured that a pony with such pride in her looks would be okay performing as herself or, at the very least, somepony that wasn't the Princess of the town she was performing in. There were just too many things that could go wrong if somepony thought one of the actual Princesses of Equestria was doing... this. Hay, she knew plenty fillies and colts in town looked up to her, much like she did with Celestia growing up, and Celestia forbid that they accidentally mistake her copycat as the real thing and decide to follow her here!

A loud roar of applause broke her from her thoughts, and as she looked up and saw her copycat slip past the curtain at the back of the stage with one last parting wink to the crowd Twilight realized that she had missed the final few moments of the show. What she didn’t miss, however, was the small sliver of light that flashed into existence past the small gap in the curtain as the mare opened a door and walked backstage.

Which, while it was only a short peek, was enough to give her an idea.

Turning away from the stage as the announcer came back out to tell the gradually dispersing crowd that the next show would start soon, Twilight snaked her way through the mass of ponies back towards the main table-filled area. She paused as she broke free of the crowd, scanning the room for a place to use her magic without being seen. On the far left side of the room by the bar she spotted a pair of bathroom doors and, figuring that was the best she’d get, she started to make her way towards them deep in thought.

‘Alright Twilight, here’s the plan. Go into the bathroom, teleport behind the curtain, sneak backstage and snoop around until you find your look-alike so you can give her a piece of your mind. All without getting caught.’ She nervously swallowed around the lump in her throat. ‘What could possibly go wrong? It’ll be like that one time Pinkie, Spike and I snuck into the Canterlot archives. Easy.’

Of course, as fate would have it, just the thought that it would be so simple jinxed her as a rather large problem suddenly reared its ugly head. Or, in this case, its rather pretty head as the Cadance copycat she had met earlier came into view. The mare was chatting up a group of stallions as she handed out drinks just a few tables away, the light-blue skirt she had been wearing when they had first met missing leaving her in nothing but her pink, frilly undergarments.

Luckily for Twilight, the mare was currently facing away from her. Which, rather unluckily, gave her an unobstructed view of her nearly uncovered ass. At least until a wing suddenly shot up to wrap around the mare’s waist, causing Twilight to gasp as a pegasus sitting at the table grabbed her and pulled her down onto his lap. The group of stallions at the table exploded into a happy uproar at their friend’s antics, shouting out a variety of colorful catcalls towards the mare as she weakly struggled against the wings holding her in place.

A sense of dread started building in Twilight’s stomach, fully expecting either the pegasus to go too far or for the Cadance-copycat to turn around and slap him across the face. She found herself thoroughly surprised as the mare, rather than putting the male back in his place, seemed to play along with the roughhousing as she sensually stroked the stallion’s cheek. The pegasus’s face lit up in a blush as she ground her ass against his crotch, leaving him embarrassedly rubbing the back of his head as his friends shared a laugh at his expense.

Blushing as the mare lightly slapped the stallion’s wing away and stood up, exposing the blatant lump between the male’s legs as she returned to handing out drinks, Twilight used the impromptu distraction to carefully make her way around the group entirely. Problem was that, while the large crowd that had gathered to see the show on stage had dissipated, most of the ponies had simply returned to their seats or were in the process of doing so, forcing her to tiptoe around half-drunken stallions that animatedly talked amongst themselves and the barely-clothed mares that stopped to refill their drinks.

Strangely enough, the mumbled conversations spread throughout the room created a warmer, more casual atmosphere in the building that almost reminded Twilight of Pinkie Pie’s many Equestria-famous parties. Of course, Pinkie usually didn't have scantily clad mares dressed up as well-known ponies walking around serving drinks or dancing at tables, but past that the similarities were striking between the two.

She couldn’t help but chuckle to herself as she imagined Pinkie and the rest of girls coming to such a place, smirking as she envisioned what Rarity’s face would look like if she saw such an ‘uncouth’ establishment and Fluttershy being, well… Fluttershy. Really, as she passed by a group of stallions laughing amongst themselves, if it wasn't for the more adult parts of the business she figured she wouldn't have any problem at all with bringing the rest of girls to The Perfect Plot someday.

Of course, seeing as the adult parts were so... abundant, especially as she caught an eyeful of the Fleetfoot copycat on their table lewdly groping her cloud-covered breasts, she’d probably die of embarrassment if any of her friends knew that she had even been there, let alone actually taking them with her.

Not that she planned on ever coming back, of course.

Twilight made her way around the table as quickly as she could, stopping only to let a half-nude, drink-carrying Spitfire walk by before darting towards the bathrooms. Only after putting enough distance between herself and the mare dressed up as Cadance did she slow down, and even then it was only to not draw attention to the heavily clad pony charging across the room.

However, as she slipped past groups of jubilant ponies and the occasional lightly-dressed celebrity-cosplayer, the unhurried pace and the tight quarters in the room let her pick up some of their conversations, and what she heard shocked her to the core. While most seemed to have a positive reaction to the show, some of the more inebriated stallions were using quite the colorful language to express themselves to their equally as rowdy peers.

She blushed as she heard one saying how “hot Princess Twilight was” and nearly tripped over herself when another mentioned that “they wanted to tap that Princess ass”. She almost blew her cover with a surprised yelp when she turned towards the latter and saw Davenport, the owner of Quills and Sofas that would always greet her with a wave and a warm smile every time she stopped by to restock her writing supplies. The stallion was leaned back in his chair, a drink in his hooves and a noticeable bulge in his pants as he told the pony next to him that he’d “pound that tight Alicorn puss-”

Twilight hastily made her way past the table, blushing as, even though she hadn't caught the end of his statement, her mind easily filled in the blanks. ‘Celestia above… does he think that whenever I stop by for quills? Is it going to be weird seeing him from now on? What if it’s too embarrassing and I have to find another place to get quills? What if- NO!’ She shook her head. ‘Calm down Twilight, one thing at a time…’ Her expression hardened as she looked up and saw the bathroom doors just a few tables away, confidence building with each step she made towards her goal. ‘Just gotta get backstage…’

With her newfound surge of determination, Twilight marched past the sporadic patches of ponies energetically talking around the bar and made her way inside. A heavy, bleach-like scent assaulted her senses as she stepped onto the cool, tiled floor, nostrils faintly burning and eyes nearly watering from the heavy chemicals used to keep the bathroom clean. The door closed behind her with a thud, and after making a quick scan of the room she smiled to herself as, for the first time since walking into the club, she found herself alone in a relative silence.

‘Whew… Alright, let’s see…’

With one last check to see if anypony was in the room as she passed by a line of urinals on the wall, Twilight hastily made her way towards the stalls at the other end of the bathroom. Cautiously pressing her hand against the closest of the two, she sighed in relief as it swung open and, after one last glance at the door to make sure nopony was coming, quietly made her way inside. Looking around the confined space and finding it relatively clean, Twilight flipped the toilet seat closed and sat down.

She began to concentrate, eyes closing as she focused on what little she had seen of the backstage door. Her horn lit up and illuminated the metal walls around her in a purple glow, causing a faint humming sound in her ears as magic coalesced around the bone protruding from her forehead. The intense meditative state required for her teleportation spell made her senses go into overdrive, causing the hair on the back of her neck to stand as the magic moved around her body.

Her ears twitched as she heard the muffled pulses of music coming from the other room, yet as her spell neared its end she began to hear something else rhythmically pounding in her head. She winced, trying her best to keep her concentration, but as her ears swiveled and located the sound of flesh-impacting-flesh as coming from the adjacent stall she-

“Mmph… Fuck yeah!”

Twilight gasped, the magic gathered by her spell dissolving as she lost her concentration. Both of her hooves shot up to cover her mouth, hoping that whoever had apparently joined her in the restroom hadn't heard her shocked outburst. Her heart stopped inside her chest, which only resulted in accentuating the constant thwack thwack thwack coming from the next stall over that seemed to be picking up the pace.

Turning her head and glancing down at the gap in the bottom of the stall wall, Twilight had to fight off the urge to yelp as she saw somepony’s shadow coming in through the opening. A gasp rang out, one that thankfully did not come from her own mouth, and as she leaned towards the wall to press her ear against she heard the pony whispering to himself.

“Mmm… what I would do for a piece of that Alicorn ass...” The low, guttural voice broke into a moan as heavy, panting breaths joined the slapping sounds echoing off the tiled restroom walls, which themselves increased in frequency and volume for a moment before returning to their regular rhythm. “Oh yeah… I’d fuck Twilight raw…”

Twilight recoiled away from the wall as if it had just reached out and slapped her across the face, pulling back with enough force that she nearly fell off the toilet seat in her haste. Her heart felt like it had relocated itself into her throat, causing her to feel light-headed and nauseous as she stared at the wall with wide, terror-filled eyes. ‘Oh my gosh… what… what is going on in there!?’ Another groan sent a shiver up her spine, mostly due to the very masculine tone of the voice. ‘And what is a stallion doing in the mare’s room!? What kind of…’

Twilight froze as the image of a line of urinals against the wall flashed before her mind’s eye. ‘Oh no…’

Her eyes once again fell to the shadows dancing around the bottom of the stall, watching as the pony next door raised and lowered his hand in rapid succession around what, as far as she could tell, appeared to be his other arm. Yet, as she continued to watch, she figured that, based on the moving part of the shadow, whatever the stallion was rubbing was too small to be his arm, and seeing as it came from his waist it-

Twilight’s entire face burned up in a blush, the obvious answer finally coming to her as she tore her gaze away from the lewd scene and stared straight ahead at the closed door of her stall. She clenched her eyes and brought her hooves up to block her ears, hoping to drown out the sounds of the stallion taking care of himself as she tried to focus on her teleportation spell.

“Mmph… oh yeah… oh fuck, Twilight… I’m cum-!”

The stallion was so absorbed in his fantasy that he never noticed the bright flash of light coming from the stall next over, nor did he ever see the purple Alicorn who had caused it as she vanished in a burst of magic.

Chapter 3 - Backstage

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With a burst of magic Twilight reappeared, lighting up the area around her for the briefest of moments before her spell faded away and returned the room to darkness. The usual wave of post-teleportation nausea she expected to wash over her never came, apparently drowned out by the overwhelming amounts of embarrassment currently setting her cheeks ablaze as the stallion’s words bounced around inside her head like Pinkie Pie on a sugar high. She was nearly hyperventilating, heart hammering so hard inside her chest that it felt like it might burst out at any moment, and as she brought a hand up to preemptively prevent that from happening she took a moment to catch her breath.

“Phew... I can’t believe that just happened. That stallion was just…” She shivered and violently shook her head back and forth, hoping to rid herself of the image before it seared itself into the back of her mind. “Ugh...“

She opened her eyes and was somewhat startled to find that she couldn't see much past the rim of her hat, though as her eyes adjusted to the darkness she realized that, thankfully, her spell had been spot on. A small sliver of light coming in through the stage curtain illuminated the cramped room that, from what she could see, appeared to be some sort of storage area full of various props and accessories used during the shows.

Carefully making her way past a couple overly-extravagant hats and a spare stripper-pole leaning against the wall, she peered through the gap in the curtain and saw both the stage and the pit-like area beyond it were empty, meaning that, luckily, her spell had more than likely gone unnoticed. "Okay, that's step one..." She closed her eyes and took a deep, shuddering breath, and by the time she exhaled her mind felt clear enough to continue. “Now, where’s that door…”

Fumbling around in the shadows for a moment, nearly face-planting a handful of times in the process, she eventually found the back wall of the stage. Using it as a guide, she gradually began to move her way across the room, looking for the door her copy-cat had opened with nothing but her sense of touch. After nearly tripping over a small, wooden barrel and barely holding in a startled yelp as a spiderweb brushed across her face, she felt what she could only assume was her target and, after a quick glance at the curtain to make sure the coast was clear, lit up her horn just enough to make out the door handle and started reaching for it-

Only to have her breath hitch in her throat as a series of heavy footfalls approached the other side of the door, growing louder and louder in tune with her heart with each step. Thinking quickly, she dove behind the barrel and hugged her legs against her body to stay as close to the wall as possible, and as the metal handle began to turn she held her breath and let her horn fall dark to shroud herself in shadow.

The door unceremoniously swung open to reveal a tall, dark figure ominously standing in the doorway as it fiddled with something in its hands. The shadowy pony walked into the room and, before the door could even finish opening by slamming into the wall beside Twilight, quickly marched towards the curtain with a purpose. The heavy beats of her adrenaline-fueled heart matched the thumps of the figure’s boots hitting the floor, and as it approached her barrel-based hiding spot she felt an ice cold tingle of terror race her spine. Yet, surprisingly enough based on how loud her own heart sounded inside her head, the mystery pony never noticed her. In fact, as a horn lit up on the figure’s head to fling the curtain open, the now recognizable announcer never even turned to look back in her direction before he strutted out onto the stage.

Twilight stayed as still as possible even after the curtains had fallen still behind the stallion, eyes wide and breath labored as her body tried to burn up the sudden surge of adrenaline coursing through her veins. The announcer's booming voice broke her out of her reverie as he started animatedly talking to the audience about the next show, and as she glanced over towards the door and saw it still slightly ajar she jumped from her hiding spot and quickly made her way towards it.

Rusty joints squealed as she slipped her hand through the gap and ever so deliberately inched the door open, forcing her to pause every so often to check the stage for any sign that somepony had heard her. As soon as the opening was wide enough to peer through, however, she took the chance to glance through the crack and gasped at what she saw.

The room beyond appeared to be a lavish hallway, one that stretched far past her field of vision on either side of the door. Pictures of employees both past and present hung on the wall, framing large, ornate doorways that ran the entire length of the hall. A golden plaque was bolted to the wooden face of each door, but from where she stood she couldn't quite make out what they said. The hallway seemed well kept, appearing much more luxurious than the rest of the establishment from the high ceilings to the plush red carpet lining the floor.

Opening the door and sticking her head through to check both sides of the hall, Twilight sighed in relief as she saw it was empty and carefully squeezed inside. Keeping a foot in the door just in case she had to escape, she glanced down the hall and found that, much as she had assumed, the line of entryways on the opposite wall continued all the way to the corner at the end. There, hanging from the ceiling, was a lit up sign with bold, red letters stating that the area beyond was for ‘EMPLOYEES ONLY’, the best clue about the whereabouts of her copycat she had gotten since entering the building.

She smiled, relieved that the end of her journey was finally in sight. ‘Whew… Almost there…’

With one last check to see if the coast was clear and another cringe as the door squeaked closed behind her, Twilight began to carefully tip-toe down the hall, continuously checking the area for signs of life. She didn't make it far, however, for as she passed one of the doors and heard a high-tempo beat coming from the other side she stopped and turned around.

'What the...?'

Glancing at the plaque hanging on the door revealed the words ‘PRIVATE VIEWING ROOM’ etched across its surface, causing Twilight to blush as she heard a stallion cheering on somepony else within the room. She stared at the door for a moment, watching as the plaque vibrated from the pounding beats as she fought with the idea of leaning in and taking a listen.

Curiosity got the better of her, and after checking the hall to see if anypony was coming she sighed and pressed her ear against the door. Her eyes widened as she realized the music, while still muffled, was the same used for her copycat's performance on the main stage. She pressed her cheek harder against the door, trying to catch what the ponies in the room were saying, yet all she made out was bits and pieces of the stallion saying "...seat right here for ya..." and what she assumed was a dancer replying that he’d "...have to pay more...".

Twilight closed her eyes and concentrated, trying to match the performer's voice with what little she had heard of her copycat’s. ‘I dunno… it kinda sounds like her, but-’

Her eyes shot open as the music suddenly came to an end, and as a series of footsteps approached the door she pulled away with a startled yelp. ‘Oh no! Gotta hide!’

Frantically checking the hall and finding nothing to hide behind, Twilight bolted towards the next door down the hall and, after quickly pressing the side of her face against it to hear if there was anything within, slipped inside just as the previous swung open. As carefully yet as quickly as she could she closed the door and pressed her back against it, heart beating inside her chest like a drum as two ponies conversed in the hall.

“Well, I sure hope you enjoyed your private show from the Princess of Love, honey…” - The mare’s voice grew deeper, suaver - “...and from what I saw, I hope I get to see you again, too.”

A more gravelly voice replied. “Heh, you know I will, slut!”

Twilight winced as the sound of flesh slapping flesh rang out in the hall, but past that kept herself still against the wooden door. The heavy set of footfalls started walking away, and once they had faded into the distance she cautiously cracked open the door to see if it was clear.

She gasped and immediately retreated back into the room as, just a few feet away, she saw a pink pony standing in the middle of the hall. Goosebumps began to crawl up Twilight’s arm as the ice-cold grip of terror slowly squeezed around her heart; Had she been seen? Was her cover blown? Would her friends and family disown her once they read that the Princess of Friendship was found creeping around backstage at a strip club? What if-

The mare outside the door sighed. “Ugh, some ponies…”

Twilight's heart stopped. 'Oh no oh no oh no!'

Fearfully pressing her body against the door as she heard high-heel footfalls approaching her position, Twilight closed her eyes and hoped that her weight would trick the mare into thinking it was locked. She shivered as the mare stopped on the opposite side of the door, wide, terror-filled eyes staring at the handle as she waited for it to move.

There was another sigh, this one much louder than the last. “I mean, really… did he have to slap me that hard? I swear my ass is gonna be black and blue by the time my shift's over…” The mare grumbled for a moment until, with a chuckle, she once again began to walk down the hall. “Heh, that’ll be a story to tell Star about." Twilight's ears perked up at the name. "I’m sure she’s in the dressing room by now. Hopefully, I can catch her before she heads out.” Another chuckle, this one from farther away than the last. "Listen to me, talking to myself! Man, guess I really need that vacation!"

Twilight's mind was going a mile a minute. ‘Star? That was the mare she mistook me for…’

Twilight waited for the footfalls to fade before, ever so slowly, she opened the door and peeked outside. The barely-dressed Cadance-lookalike had just passed the hanging sign at the end of the hall before turning left, heading to what Twilight assumed was the dressing room where this ‘Star’ character was located.

Only when the mare’s pink, purple and yellow-streaked tail vanished from sight did she fully emerge from the room, and even then she kept herself pressed against the door in case the mare, or anypony else for that matter, decided to return to the hall. Yet, as she walked past numerous doors and the muffled sounds coming from the main stage faded away, an eerie silence settled in the hall that left her feeling anxious as she walked underneath the 'EMPLOYEES ONLY' sign.

She came upon a T-split in the hall, and after carefully checking both ways like it was a busy carriage intersection in Canterlot she turned left towards the dressing room. It didn't take long to find it, what with it being the only door at this end of the hall, and as she approached it she heard a commotion coming from inside.

“...were amazing out there! The way you had the crowd going… What a great performance! Isn't that right, Arietta?”

Twilight, pressing her ear against the door, heard 'Arietta’ grumble underneath her breath. “Hmph… It was fine, I guess.”

A third pony spoke up, this one haughtier sounding than the others. “Pff, like, you’re just jealous my Twilight routine is what’s hot nowadays...”

Twilight’s eyes widened. It was her copy-cat.

The first voice returned, and as Twilight closed her eyes to concentrate on their conversation she placed it as faux-Cadance’s. “Yeah…” The mare sighed, dreamily. “I remember when Princess Cadance was getting married to that absolute hunk of a stallion…” Twilight blushed. “What was his name? Glowing something?”

Arrieta grumbled. “Shining Armor.”

“Yeah, that’s it! Shining Armor! Mmph, what I would do to get a piece of that stud…” Twilight’s face nearly burst into flames from embarrassment. “But, like I was saying, clients couldn't keep their hands off of me back then! Paid good money to do so, too.” She chuckled. “Nowadays, I get people like the one I just got. TOO handsy... I mean, really, look at this, Star!”

Star, whom Twilight correctly guessed was her lookalike, chuckled as well. “Hot damn, Sweets, he got you good! Like, real good! I can see the handprint and everything!”

Sweets sighed. “Ugh, really? I was hoping that wouldn’t happen, now I’m gonna have to wear a skirt or something out on the floor…”

Star snickered. “Hey, you can always play it off as your 'hunk of a Prince' getting, like, a little rough with ya or something, right?”

Twilight nearly backed away from the fear that the heat radiating off her cheeks would burn the wooden door. Only her curiosity kept her ear against the door, letting her hear what sounded like somepony patting somepony else on the back before, with a happy sigh, she heard Sweets pick up her pep talk.

“Point is, don’t fret about it, Arrieta. Fads come and go. Though, I will say, ever since Coloratura dropped the whole Countess thing and went more family-friendly with her looks, interest in you has been kinda waning.”

Arrieta sighed. “Thanks for the vote of confidence, bitch…”

Twilight’s shocked gasp was, quite luckily, drowned out by Star bursting out in laughter. “Ha-ha! This really got you in, like, a tizzy, don’t it Arrieta? Can’t handle a little competition?”

Twilight heard Arrieta “hmmph” in annoyance and then jumped away from the door in terror as she heard somepony stomping in her direction. “I don’t need this… See you gals tomorrow…”

Twilight turned and, scanning the hall yet again, felt her heartbeat hasten as not a single place to hide could be seen. Not even a door was nearby to save her, and by the time she thought of using her magic to teleport back into the previous hall the dressing room door was suddenly swinging towards her face.

Dodging out of the way by making herself as small as possible in the corner, Twilight winced as the door slammed into the wall beside her just inches from the tip of her nose. The force of the impact caused it to rebound back towards the hall, but as Twilight realized that the door had made a small, triangular cove between it and the corner for her to hide in she quickly grabbed the handle with her magic and held it open.

Just in time, too, for as soon as she wrapped a hand around the handle and let the glow of her horn subside she heard Arrieta stomp out of the room with a series of incoherent grumblings under her breath. Keeping both herself and the door as still as possible, Twilight tried to quiet her heavily beating heart as a second pair of footfalls raced by.

“Arrieta! Arrieta, wait! I didn’t mean it that way!”

After counting to ten and taking a deep breath to psyche herself up, Twilight cautiously slid the door forward to peer around it and, as she saw both Arrieta and Sweets leaving through an exit at the opposite end of the hall, turned to get her first glance inside the dressing room. What started as a tight entryway opened into a large but surprisingly sparse room, furnished with only a long row of dresses to the right and a large, wall-length countertop with a giant mirror hanging above it to the left. Her copycat, Star, was in front of the latter, dressed in nothing but her lingerie as she wiped away some makeup from her eyelids with a small cloth. The long, purple horn that Twilight could now see had been strapped to Star’s head was resting amongst bottles of perfume and jars of various sizes haphazardly scattered across the countertop, creating a sense of disorganization that nagged the more orderly side of her brain.

Thankfully, from her position in the doorway Twilight wasn't visible within the reflection of the mirror, leaving her with the element of surprise as she silently tip-toed her way inside. It dawned on her that, with both of the other mares leaving, Star was all alone, and as the mare turned away from the mirror to remove whatever makeup had been applied over her cutie-mark Twilight realized that she would never have a better opportunity to plead her case.

Silently closing the door behind her, Twilight kept herself as close to the entryway wall as possible and started inching her way towards the dressing room proper. She winced as, with the door filtering out what little noise there was in the hall, each step sounded like a bomb going off in her ears. She would stop after every couple of steps to check on her copy-cat, and each time she saw that the mare hadn't noticed her she would sigh in relief and start moving again.

Nearing where the room opened up, Twilight took a passing glance at the clothing rack resting against the opposite wall and noted that the multicolored array of dresses were costumes for the employees to perform with. There was even a regal-looking crown and a matching purple cape torn straight out of the Hearth’s Warming Eve play she and her friends had been a part of, and she couldn't help but shiver as she imagined The Perfect Plot putting on its own, demented version of the tale.

Twilight grimaced. ‘Ugh… A children’s holiday story? Is there anything they won’t-’

Her mind fell silent as she noticed a strangely familiar series of dresses hanging next to the crown, yet, as she stared at the row of colorful clothes, she couldn't place where she had seen them before. ‘Strange, those almost look like-’

She gasped. It was her friends' dresses, from their very first Grand Galloping Gala together. They hung in a row, five dresses that, quite honestly, looked like Rarity had just sewn them herself. She almost wanted to reach out and touch them, just to see if they were actually real and not a figment of her over-anxious imagination, but as she thought about what the dresses being there meant she was frozen in shock.

Or, at least, until she heard the only other mare in the room groan in frustration. Then, after using all her willpower not to shriek out in terror from the break in silence, she shoved herself against the wall and hoped that she hadn't been noticed.

“Urgh… stupid tail. It’s, like, waaay too hard to manage…”

Cautiously leaning forward and glancing around the corner, Twilight saw that Star, still sitting in front of the counter but now facing away from the mirror, was trying to remove the dyed pink stripe from her tail. After a few seconds of wiping at it with a towel, she groaned and threw the offending piece of cloth away.

“C’mon... “ She grabbed her tail and started furiously brushing it with a comb, wincing as it got caught on a snag. “Ah, damn it! Really need to talk to the boss about getting some, like, better dyes or something…”

Twilight closed her eyes with a heaving sigh as she leaned back into the cold, hard surface of the wall. 'Okay, Twilight, you've come this far... No sense in backing out now. Just walk up and ask her to stop. Easy.'

With a nod at her internal pep talk, Twilight took a deep breath and walked out into the open. Time seemed to slow to a crawl as she approached the mare from behind, the world around her fading to nothing but the two mares in the room. She paused a few paces away and waited, heart racing a mile a minute inside her chest as she waited to be noticed. Yet, after several moments of nothing but grunts and grumbles, her desire to get it over with got the best of her and, to get the mare's attention, she nervously coughed into the back of her hand.

Star chuckled and let her tail fall back into place. “Heh... I wouldn't worry about her, Sweets, she’ll get over it.” Twilight's heart fell still as the mare turned around. “She always-”

Both ponies froze as their eyes finally met. Then, with a startled shriek, Star grabbed the first thing she could find and held it out like a weapon. “L-like, wh-who in the hay are you!? What are you doing here?” She waved the mascara brush around like a knife, hoping her would-be attacker would get scared and leave. “I-I-I don’t do autographs!”

Twilight, confused, cocked her head to the side. “Huh? No, I’m-” With a start she remembered her disguise, and as she gestured for the mare to calm down with one hand she reached up and removed her hat with the other. “Oh gosh! I’m so sorry! I’m Twilight Sparkle! Princess Twilight Sparkle?” The hat fluttered to the ground, revealing her horn and the multi-colored mane that nearly matched Star’s to a T. “See? I’m just here to have a word with you...”

It took a moment for Star to register what had been said, but as her eyes darted from Twilight’s horn to her hair to her easily recognizable face she dropped her brush-turned-weapon and pressed a hand to her chest. “Like, Celestia above, Princess, you almost gave me a heart attack! Wait… Princess!?” She bowed, awkwardly. “M-my apologies, Princess! What… what are you doing in a place like this?”

Twilight sheepishly rubbed the back of her head. “Uhm, well… I’m here to see you, actually.”

Star perked up and looked her in the eyes. “Oh? Really?" She straightened up and placed a hand on her hip. "I didn't take you as somepony who, like, enjoyed these kinds of things.” She smirked and sultrily licked her lips. “And, like, bold enough to come backstage and ask for a private performance face to face! Don’t get many mares askin’ for this sort of thing nowadays…”

"Huh?" Twilight eyes fell to Star's hips, eyes widening as the mare snaked a finger down to the inner part of her bare, purple thighs. “Wh-what!? No! I’m not asking for a… a… you know…” She blushed and averted her eyes. “I’m here to talk to you about, well… this.”

Star’s eyebrow arched as Twilight gestured to her body. “Talk to me about… me?” She chuckled and pulled the hand away from her crotch. “Sorry to say this, Princess, but you ain't making much sense!”

Twilight frowned, somewhat flustered by how the conversation was going. “Well, it’s just…” She sighed and turned to look Star in the eyes, expression turning stern as she put on her best ‘dissapointed Princess’ face. “I’m here to ask that you cease using my likeness for your show. No, ” - She stomped her foot as her confidence began to grow - “I demand that you stop! As a public figure in Equestria, I can’t have ponies like… well, you, walking around looking like me!”

Star scowled. “Ponies like me? What the hay is that supposed to mean!”

Twilight took a step back. “I don’t mean… Look, it’s just... If the tabloids accidentally mistook you for me…” She shivered at the thought of a scantily clad version of ‘herself’ plastered across the front page of a major newspaper. “Celestia above, I don’t want to even think about what would happen if, well, Celestia saw it! She’d probably use some spell to turn me back into a unicorn and throw me back into magic kindergarten or lock me up and banish me from Equestria and then-”

Star’s eyebrow gradually raised as Twilight’s panicked monolog continued on and on and on. And on. Eventually, however, the burning in the Alicorn’s lungs grew to a point that she had to pause and take a breath, giving Star the perfect opportunity to jump into the conversation. “Dang, filly! You really need to, like, chill out…” She gestured towards the row of dresses by the wall. “You do realize that this place’s, uh... theme and stuff, is all about us dressin’ up like big-wig mares looking to get a little down and dirty with, like, the ‘regular ponies’. I’m pretty sure that, like, nopony here actually believes I’m actually the Twilight Sparkle. It’s more of a fantasy thing, dude.”

Twilight had to take a moment to think up a reply, somewhat stunned by the unexpected retort and the fact she had just been called ‘dude’. “Uhm, yeah, but… uh…” She groaned and stomped her foot in frustration once again. “Could you just not be me? Please? It’s… it’s just not right! You can't go around impersonating ponies!”

Star incredulously waved her off. “Pff… like, WHAT-ever. Ain’t ya ever heard of free speech?” Turning away from Twilight to face the mirror, she began removing the last bits of her make-up and shrugged. “Imitation is like, the sincerest form of flattery or something, right? See, my Twilight routine is the best in the business, and it’s one of the main attractions of this place. You should be happy you're hot enough that ponies from all over town come here to see you!” She chuckled as she carefully removed a violet-colored contact lens from one of her eyes, revealing them, much to Twilight’s surprise, to actually be brown in color. “I sure as Tartarus am! Heh heh…”

Twilight grimaced and shook her head. “No, I’m not flattered that ponies come here to look at me that way. Frankly, I’m kinda creeped out! Plus, ” - She blushed as she looked down at her coat-covered body - “I’m not… hot. Not like you, anyways...”

Star glanced at her through the mirror, eyebrow arched in disbelief. “You ain’t hot? You? Ha!” Taking out her second contact lens and putting both away, she turned back around and walked up to the blushing Twilight with a smirk on her lips. “Mare, you need to look in the mirror! You’re, like, smoking hot! Look, let’s just take this thing off and-”

Twilight jumped back as Star suddenly reached out and grabbed onto one of the buttons of her coat. “H-hey! What are you doing!?”

Star rolled her eyes. “C’mon, don’t be all, like, bashful about it!” She smirked and placed her hands above where the straps of her panties were wrapped around her waist. “You do realize I’m just about naked, right? It ain't anything I've never seen before. Celestia, most of us walk around back here half-naked anyways! Now, come on!”

Twilight, finding herself backed up against the wall both figuratively and literally, sighed and gently shoved the mare’s hand away with her magic. “Okay! Okay already! I’ll do it!” She ruefully began undoing the buttons lining the front of her coat, grumbling to herself as she undressed in front of a smirking Star. With an embarrassed blush, she let her coat fall from her shoulders to reveal the nearly-uncovered body underneath, her idea that afternoon to dress light underneath her heavy coat coming back to bite her on her panties-covered ass.

Twilight frowned as Star whistled. “There? You happy?”

Star chuckled. “Very. Now, come over here and take a look at this.”

Twilight rolled her eyes yet did as she was asked, begrudgingly walking up beside Star to stare at herself in the mirror. “Yeah? What am I supposed to be seeing?”

Star returned the eye roll. “Really? Like, are you blind or something, mare? Look at yaself!” She pointed towards Twilight’s reflection in the mirror. “Beautiful eyes, a gorgeous mane, nice curves and a freakin' Princess to boot! You know how many mares wish they were you?” She sat back down and began tying her mane into a ponytail. “You must have stallions lined up just to kiss the ground you walk on!”

“Wh-what!?” Twilight backed away from the mirror and averted her eyes in embarrassment. “N-no, I… I’m not-”

The door to the dressing room suddenly swung open and slammed into the wall with a loud bang, startling both mares who yelped in surprise. Twilight, far enough behind Star to have a clear line of sight towards the entrance, turned and gasped as she saw a tall, dark figure standing in the doorway. The pony-like silhouette stepped forward to reveal the announcer, and as he walked into the light he pointed at her with a mean-looking scowl on his face. “Star! Ya missed your dang queue! C’mon, there’s paying customers out there waiting for yah!”

Twilight, eyes wide with fear as she glanced towards Star, opened her mouth to try and explain herself yet found her words ripped from her lungs as the stallion’s horn lit up and his orange magic wrapped around her shoulders.

“Come on, now! Let’s get a move on!”

With a magic-induced shove Twilight found herself stumbling towards the door, and before she could right herself the announcer had already stepped behind her and had begun to forcefully push her out of the room. “W-wait! But-!”

“No buts, missy, not unless it’s your own out on that stage!” A second glow appeared to Twilight’s left and, before she could even turn to see what it was, her vision was taken from her as a dress was unceremoniously shoved onto her head. “Ya lucky your Twilight act is so popular, Star, else I’d have thrown you out already for ya attitude!”

A quick, magical tug on the bottom of the dress pulled it down over her body, and as she looked at the tight-fitting ensemble she realized it was a leaner version of her Princess-coronation dress complete with yellow ribbons and a white trim. “But, S-Sir, I-”

The stallion let out a deep, guttural laugh as he closed the door behind them. “Ha! Sir? Bein’ a bit more courteous now, are ya Star? Like ah said, ya lucky we need the business you've been bringing in!”

Twilight, arms flailing about as she tried to break free of the stallion’s surprisingly strong grip, groaned in frustration as her horn began to light up. “Sir! I’m trying to tell you that I’m not-”

The announcer gasped. “Whoa! What in the hay!?” Twilight gasped as he suddenly wrapped a hand around her horn and began tugging on it, the magic around it dissipating as she lost her concentration. “Wow, that’s on there pretty good…” He guffawed and slapped her hard enough on the back that she nearly tripped. “Good on ya, Star! Always looking for ways to improve on ya little get-up, aren’t ya? Nice touch on the glowing effect, too!” He frowned as they reached the door to the stage and, after opening it with a quick flick of his magic, pushed her inside. “Don’t make up for ya tardiness, though. Now get out there and make me some money!”

Twilight growled. “I swear to Celestia, Sir, if you don’t-”

With a resounding bang the stallion slammed the door in her face, causing her to recoil away as it nearly hit her in the nose. After stopping herself from tripping over some rope in the dark and catching her breath from the unexpected ordeal, she angrily snorted and stomped her foot against the wooden floor with a resounding thunk. “I can’t believe this! Of all the stupid things that could happen… Ugh!” Her horn lit up to illuminate the room in a purple glow, and as she found the backstage door she marched towards it with a fiery determination burning in her eyes. “That’s it! No more Mrs. Nice-Mare! Time to-”

The curtain behind her swung open, causing her to freeze in place and her horn to fall dark as the breath in her lungs exited in a gasp. The bright lights on the other side of the curtain turned to aim directly towards her, illuminating her body in a white glow like a spotlight trained on an escaping criminal. The sound of ponies conversing, which she had not noticed until then, died down into an eerie silence as the curtain fell still and all eyes in the room turned towards her.

She slowly turned around, terrified of what she might find even though she knew exactly what was behind her. The crowd came into view, rows upon rows of ponies waiting for something to entertain them.

Waiting for HER to entertain them.

Twilight nervously swallowed around the lump in her throat. “Uh-oh…”

Shining Star stood alone in the dressing room, staring at the door her boss had just slammed shut behind him in shock. ‘Did he… and is she…?’ She shook her head in disbelief. ‘I don’t even have a second show today, do I? Why would he...’

She quickly ran to the door and, instead of opening it and giving chase, ripped the sheet of paper hanging on the back of it off and frantically scanned the schedule for her name. ‘Cherry… Swift… ah-ha! Shining Star, two shows- oh… oh no…’

Her eyes widened in fear as, in addition to the extra show, she saw a small asterisk next to her name. ‘Uh-oh…’ With a nervous gulp she glanced at the doorknob, ready to race after the pair of ponies to fix the mistake before it could get any worse. She paused, however, as her eyes trailed up and fell on the small clock sitting above the entryway.

She glanced at the door, then at the clock, and then at the door once again, smile growing into a devilish grin as she had an idea. ‘Well, I guess my shift is done soon anyways…’ With a chuckle she opened the door and walked out into the hall, passing the corner that led towards the stage without a single glance and made her way towards the exit. Without pause she walked outside into the now darkened streets of Ponyville, smiling to herself as she imagined everything the Princess had coming her way.

'Let's see if THAT gets her to lighten up...'

Chapter 4 - The Dance

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A lead-like weight settled inside Twilight's chest as she looked at the vast expanse of ponies before her, one that abruptly fell into the pit of her stomach as her fear-addled mind registered the fact that every eye in the room was focused directly on her. “Umm…” She shakily lifted a hand and waved. “Hi?”

The only response was some coughing in the back and, strangely enough, given that the Perfect Plot was nestled deep within Ponyville, the sound of crickets chirping as an awkward silence settled in the room. With her greeting not garnering any reaction from the crowd, she brought her hand up to wipe the sudden build-up of sweat from her forehead and nervously chuckled as it fell back against her waist. The only thing preventing a full-on nervous breakdown was the fact that the congregation of stallions hadn't already booed her off the stage, which could only mean one thing...

It felt like she was going to be nauseous. ‘Oh fiddlesticks… they actually think I’m the performer!’ She glanced over her shoulder at the stage curtain, and for a moment she contemplated just running away. ‘No… If I turn tail and leave they’ll know it was the real me for sure! But, if I stay…’ Images from her past 'attempts' at 'dancing' flashed before her mind’s eye, each one making her wince from the jerky movements of a mare with no rhythm whatsoever.

‘Oh sweet Celestia above, I’m doomed!’

Somepony in the front row cleared their throat, startling Twilight from her doomsday fantasies back into to her doomsday realities with a gasp. The lights overhead brightened, creating a ring of light around her that burned away any chance she had at hiding her blush of shame from the crowd. Another set of lights came on to illuminate the first couple rows in the audience, more than likely so the performer could see their reactions but now only accentuating the fact that her every move was being watched.

Twilight closed her eyes in an attempt to center herself amongst the swirling emotions inside her head. ‘Okay, just breathe… You've been through worse than this...’ She glanced at the waiting throng of ponies. ‘Just… Just try to remember what Star was doing earlier. I’m sure they won’t mind if it’s a little off. No biggie…’

Twilight steeled her nerves and, remembering the speech-giving lessons she had taken in Celestia's School for Gifted Unicorns as a filly, marched towards the front of the stage-

And was met with a raucous round of applause.

Twilight stood there, stunned as high-pitched whistles and various catcalls were suddenly flung her way from the crowd. ‘Buh… wha? I… I didn’t even do anything! It’s like they just want to see-’

She glanced down and blushed as she saw how tight the skimpier version of her coronation dress was hugging the contours of her body. The yellow, ribbon-like collar around her neck dipped enough to show most of her cleavage, and, with an embarrassed yelp, she wrapped her arms around her chest to try and preserve some of her modesty.

A cool breeze drifted by her lightly-clothed form, sending a shiver up her spine born from both the chill in the air and the nervousness building inside her chest. ‘Ohhh… This is SO embarrassing! I’m not… I’m not a performer! I’m not even as good looking as Star! Hay, one look at me and the crowd will probably realize that-’

A pony in the far back yelled, “C’mon Princess, stop being such a tease!”

“Yeah! Show us the goods!”, a more gravelly voice closer to the front replied.

Twilight felt the heat in her cheeks blossom. 'Oh... Oh my...'

Yet, as she apprehensively studied the ponies in the front row, it seemed that, while everypony was watching her, they didn't seem to be watching what she was actually doing. They were looking at her, not her actions, and, judging by the hungry-looking grins on their faces, they seemed to like what they saw.

“Yeah! Show us ya tits, ya royal slut!”

Twilight nearly choked on her own spit. ‘Some more than others, apparently…’

But as much as she was shocked by the sudden vulgarity, she also felt a little… flattered? Excited? It was a strange mix of sensations; she wanted to thank the stallion as much as she wanted to slap him, and as the sexually-charged catcalls continued to come at her in waves she felt the weight in her stomach transform into a blissful warmth.

‘Wow…' She scanned the now lively audience. 'This is actually kind of exhilarating! It’s kinda like going on an adventure with the girls, just without the whole ‘Equestria is in peril’ kind of thing. Who knew that-’

A hole opened at her feet with a loud thunk, forcing Twilight to jump out of the way as a long, steel pole began rising from beneath the stage like a demon from the depths of Tartarus. The rod finished erecting with a screeching metallic chink, a sound that echoed inside Twilight's head as she remembered just what she was expected to do. For several moments she did nothing but stare at the metal beam, eyes wide with trepidation as it glimmered in the light. Her eyes darted from the pole to the crowd and then back again, mind going a mile a minute as she thought up a plan of escape, but she sighed as she realized she had no choice but to go through with it and ruefully stepped forward.

A flurry of hoots and hollers greeted her as she wrapped a hand around the pole, and as the ice-cool steel sapped the warmth from her fingers she closed her eyes and concentrated. ‘Okay… Just do what she did…’

She nodded to herself. 'Here we go.'

Just as Star had started her performance, Twilight walked to the front of the stage, bent over and, knowing fully well that the dark crevice between her breasts was on full display, anxiously blew a kiss towards the crowd. While she figured she wasn't as blessed as her curvier counterpart, the packed rows of stallions in the audience didn't seem to mind at all. In fact, as the mass of rowdy ponies let out another round of cheers, she actually smiled as her self-confidence began to grow.

‘Alright… Yeah, this isn't so bad… I've been through worse than this.’

Closing her eyes and turning away from the audience, Twilight mentally browsed through images from Star’s earlier performance and used them to help guide her movements as she walked back to center-stage. The added sway to her hips got another round of applause from the crowd, and as she made it to the pole the thought that every eye in the building was watching her ass sway within the tight confines of her dress brought a giddy grin to her lips.

Twilight grabbed the cold, steel pole with both her hands, goosebumps forming up the length of her arm from both the chill seeping into her fingers and the exhilaration of being so open with a group of strangers. An electronic beat pulsed from the speakers on either side of the stage, and as Twilight focused on the tune she started to tap her foot in time with the music.

‘Okay, now the hard part. Let me think…’ She leaned forward and gently tapped her forehead against the pole a couple times as if hoping the impacts would jar her memory and-

“Woo! Yeah, shake dat ass, hussy!”

Twilight frowned. ‘Well that’s not very nice. Though, I guess it IS an idea… Not a very dignifying one, but, I guess if that’s what the crowd wants…'

Arching her back and pressing her stomach against the pole, Twilight glanced over her shoulder at her own, shapely behind and began rocking her hips to the music. Or, at least, as well as she could with her disability in the realms of rhythm she'd had since birth. But, as she looked at the crowd and saw that every eye was glued to a certain place a little lower than her face, it seemed she was doing well enough. In fact, as she really exaggerated her movements, a small smile broke out on her face as the crowd started to get more and more into her performance.

Surprisingly, Twilight felt a little more frisky as time went on and, smirking at the stallions in the front, brought a hand back to her shapely hind-end. She pressed it against one of the plump mounds, rubbing the dough-like cheek through her tight, form-fitting dress to the delight of the audience. From there she started lifting the corners of her skirt, teasing the crowd with flashes of her sleek thighs and, as her confidence grew, the purple panties hidden within.

‘Wow, this is… actually kinda easy!', Twilight thought to herself as she swung her hips to the music, 'Not so bad once you get into it!’

She continued her self-made routine for several minutes, keeping things simple with shakes of her ass mixed with some tantalizing glimpses of purple fur. Before long, however, something in the crowd began to change. It seemed as though the energy in the room was being drained by the passage of time, morphing the unending cheers into inaudible murmurs that eventually petered off into an eerie silence.

Twilight frowned as another hemline-lift of her dress got no reaction from the crowd, and as she glanced over her shoulder at the front row she saw the same expression on many of their faces as well. ‘Hmm? What gives?’

“Hey! C’mon ya slut, take it off!”

“Yeah, hurry the hay up! We ain’t got all day, Princess!”

Twilight turned to hide her embarrassed blush. ‘Oh no… They want me to…’ She nervously swallowed around the lump in her throat. ‘Oh boy…’

The courage she had built up throughout her performance abandoned her in an instant, instead replaced by the cold, creeping fingers of fear that crawled up her spine like a spider looking for an easy meal. She shivered even as sweat dripped from around her brow, mind battling itself as it fought with the idea of continuing on into deeper acts of depravity.

With one last, deep breath, Twilight made up her mind. ‘Well, I've gone this far…’

Hands shaking with terror, she reached behind her dress and felt around for whatever clasp she had seen Star use to easily remove her garb. She jumped with a start as her fingers brushed past something cold and hard at its center, and after a few misplaced grabs mixed with a final prayer to Celestia she wrapped her fingers around the zipper and pulled.

The crowd fell silent as the top half of her dress fluttered to the ground and landed at her feet in a heap like a pink and yellow butterfly. Only the thin, dark purple bra she had thrown on in haste before donning her heavier disguise was left preserving her modesty from the waist up, and as the cooler air in the room brushed past her now-exposed fur she wasn't sure how much modesty that really was.

And she still had one more piece to take off.

Biting her lower lip hard enough to almost draw blood, Twilight's anxiety reached late-writing-a-letter-to-Celestia levels as she reached for the zipper at her waist. The shaking in her hands had spread to the rest of her body, leaving her as a quivering, hyperventilating mess on stage as she tried and failed to grab the small, metal clasp. Thousands of memories flashed before her mind's eye as she finally wrangled it between two of her fingers; Passing the test to join Celestia’s School for Gifted Unicorns, becoming Celestia’s personal protege, reading countless books in her quest for endless knowledge, going to the quaint little town of Ponyville and meeting the greatest friends a mare could ask for, saving Equestria countless times from whatever evils tried to harm it… All of it had improbably led to here, now, with her standing up on stage before countless ponies waiting for her to-

A pony in the back put two fingers to his lips and whistled, startling Twilight out of her thoughts as another rang out closer to the front. Before she knew it the audience had sprung back to life, whistles and catcalls intermingling with unintelligible shouts and cheers that drowned out the blood rushing past her ears.

‘Wh-what?’ She turned around, eyes widening as their cheers grew to deafening heights. ‘What are they-’ Something grazed the back of her leg, and as she looked down she did her best Fluttershy-esque 'eep!' as she saw what it was.

Twilight had been so lost in her thoughts that she had accidentally undone the zipper holding the bottom half of her dress in place, letting gravity take hold as it dragged the pink skirt down to the floor and revealed the plain looking pair of purple, lacy panties underneath. The cool air gently grazed the fur on her inner thigh, sending shivers up her spine even as an ice-cold terror wrapped around her heart to squeeze the life from her body. Her face, bright red with embarrassment, became quite pale as she glanced at the crowd and saw that all the eyes in the room were focused on her nearly naked body.

With a meek, barely audible yelp she brought her hands up in an attempt to shield her curves from view, which wound up exciting the audience even more from the teasing display of her body. Blood returned to her cheeks to heat them up in a blush at the applause yet, strangely enough, a warmth also settled inside her chest as she realized just what everypony was cheering for. Their shouts, their whistles, their catcalls; All of it was for her uncovered form, and judging by how raucous the crowd was getting their opinions were quite positive. It reminded her of being in Celestia’s tutelage and the euphoric satisfaction that came with being complimented on her magic by one of, if not the most, powerful being in Equestria, yet this also came with a tinge of excitement that, embarrassingly enough, left her wanting more.

‘W-wow…’

At that very moment, something in Twilight started to change. Gone was the blush of embarrassment, replaced by a glow of pleasant bashfulness that mimicked the fluttering inside her chest. Gone was the insistent shaking in her hands and legs, replaced with a steady confidence that, as she stepped forward to another round of uproarious applause, caused her lips to turn up into a grin as she restarted her routine.

Dancing anonymously in front of strangers was a surprisingly liberating experience. Being a Princess meant, at least in her mind, that she had to be the semblance of perfection, somepony who would never do anything too boorish or crass that might upset her constituents. Princess Celestia, in all her infinite wisdom, had bestowed upon her a great honor, and she always felt like she had to do everything with the same amount of poise and grace as her infallible mentor. Here, however, where she felt the air flow across her uncovered body as she moved, she could strip it all away and let herself go. Even, as she nearly tripped over herself attempting a twirl around the pole, if she wasn't particularly amazing at it.

“Heck yeah, Princess! Shake those titties!”

Not that the ponies in the crowd were complaining.

Which reminded her of something else Star had incorporated into her routine; audience involvement. She scanned the row of jubilant stallions in the front, wondering how Star had chosen who to flirt with even as her body continued moving to the beat. Was it based on physical traits, where she would pick the biggest pony in the crowd? Was it the smallest? Perhaps it was based on their reaction to the show, where the pony who seemed to be the most into it was rewarded with a kiss on the cheek? It could also possibly be-

She paused as she saw a vaguely familiar light yellow earth pony standing in the front row near center-stage. It took her a moment to place the face, what with her focused on keeping the show going, but once she saw his spiky black mane and wide, awe-filled eyes she realized it was the same pony Star had picked out of the crowd earlier. It seemed the stallion who had so kindly yet so, so awkwardly asked for the performer's bra had decided to stick around for another show, and seeing as he was a somewhat familiar face she decided she might as well make lightning strike twice for the fan-pony.

Her eyes locked with his, and, with a smile she hoped seemed more erotic than eerie, Twilight sauntered towards the crowd with an over-exaggerated sway to her hips. She chuckled as the mass of ponies shifted towards where she was headed, as if they were one, massive creature acting on its lustful adoration for its Princess, yet as she approached the edge of the stage and got bombarded with a fresh wave of catcalls she kept her eyes set firmly on her nervous-looking target.

“I got something for ya right here, slut!”, yelled a burly-looking stallion to her right who openly groped the tent in his pants.

“How about you show us some royal pussy, huh?!”, shouted the pony next to him.

“...W-wow…”, came a nearly drowned out whisper that made Twilight smile as she reached her chosen stallion. The scrawny-looking pony's eyes were as wide as saucers as he looked at her standing above him like a goddess, and she couldn't help but wonder if the sense of power she felt was the same her mentor experienced whenever speaking to her subjects. She crouched to put him at eye-level and giggled as she caught his eyes falling to her chest before snapping back to her own, and after lying down on the stage with her feet curled up over her back like a show-mare on top of a piano she beckoned him forward with a finger.

He dutifully answered her unspoken command, stepping forward with the same bedazzled look of awe he'd had since their eyes had first met. As soon as he stepped into the light she saw the impressive, snake-like bulge in his pants, but rather than feeling bashful about his blatant Princess-born boner her sense of self-empowerment grew. Her control over the crowd, in even the most carnal of ways, had actually stoked the fires of her excitement enough that the warmth had spread to between her legs, something she expected to feel horrified about yet wasn't in the slightest. In fact, she couldn't remember a time when she had felt so alive without Equestria on the brink of being destroyed by some banished super-villain!

Continuing her mimicry of Star, Twilight grabbed the stallion by the shirt collar and, with a weak tug, brought him close enough to plant a quick kiss on his cheek. The red glow changing the fur on her face from purple to pink perfectly matched the stallion’s, and with a giggle-fit that sounded like a giddy filly after her first kiss she pulled away to look him in the eyes.

“Uh…" For some reason, her mind had decided that now was an opportune time to go blank. "Heeey there…”

The gears inside the stunned stallion’s skull slowly turned at her unexpected greeting. “Uhm… Hi?”

“Uh…” Twilight frowned. How had Star made it seem so easy? “Hey, uh, stUd-” Her voice cracked, and after clearing her throat she tried again. “Hey, stud. Enjoying the show?”

The stallion nodded. “Uh-huh…”

Twilight returned the gesture, though as her gaze fell to his waist her cheeks were treated to a sudden rush of blood as she saw the tent in his pants respond with a twitch of its own. “Uhhh... That's... good…” Forehead scrunching up as she rifled through her memories, Twilight did her best to remember his conversation with Star earlier in the day. “Did you do what I asked, uhm..." She winced at the awkward pause. "Wh-what is your name, my loyal subject?"

Another nod. “Sunny. And yeah, right before the show started...”

“Good, good...“ She reached out and patted him on the cheek. “Uh… Thank you, Sunny. You have pleased your Princess.”

The stallion continued to stare at her like he'd seen a ghost, and after waiting several moments for a response Twilight awkwardly coughed into a hand and, with a quick, parting kiss on his cheek, picked herself up to stand at the edge of the stage. Which reminded her that they weren't the only two ponies in the room, and she blushed as she realized the crowd had been intently watching the interaction between them with seemingly bated breath. Of course, as soon as she smiled and waved they came back to life with a fresh batch of cheers, and Twilight took a deep breath to get herself back into the game.

With one last wink at the light-yellow stallion, Twilight strutted back to the pole with her hips enticingly swaying to the beat the entire way. She sighed and mentally patted herself on the back for a job well done, and as several stallions in the crowd complimented her hind-end with some rather colorful language she couldn't help but chuckle. Once again, she had faced a problem head on and, once again, she had survived it. And this time, unlike many of her other, more stressful adventures, she was actually having fun!

Reaching the pole and wrapping a hand around it, Twilight took a moment to look at her small, distorted reflection in the metal and smiled. ‘Wow… Who knew this would be so… thrilling! I feel so alive up here!’ The music began to pick up the pace, building to an apparent crescendo as she continued shaking her ass back and forth. ‘And the crowd! They’re so into me that I swear I could just-’

And then, the world faded into darkness.

After a series of testing blinks to make sure she hadn't gone blind, Twilight realized that the both the lights and the music had been abruptly turned off. ‘Huh? What in the hay...?’ The proverbial light bulb lit up in her head. ‘Oh, I guess the show's over! That was certainly... interesting.’ She took a step towards the curtain at the back of the stage. 'Not EXACTLY what I was expecting to do today, but-'

One step was as far as she got before something caught her attention. An excited murmur was festering in the crowd, and as she glanced at the still-illuminated mass of ponies she noticed that none of them were walking away. In fact, it seemed as though they were pressing themselves closer to the stage as if they were expecting something to-

A familiar Quills & Sofas shop owner brought his hands up to his mouth and, in a bellowing voice that seemed so far away from the pleasant greetings he gave her each time she stopped for supplies, yelled, “Take it off, slut!”

A flurry of applause followed Davenport’s outcry, though rather than feeling embarrassed Twilight only felt confused. She looked at her near-naked body, unable to see much in the darkness past the straps of her bra and the mounds of her breasts. ‘Take it off? Take what off? I’m not wearing anything other than-’

Her eyes widened. Her breath hitched in her throat. Images of Star disappearing into darkness only to reappear with one less article of clothing flashed before her mind's eye. Her hands began to shake as she realized the show had a second half, one that would truly expose her to the world.

Yet, even then, she couldn't help but wonder what it would be like.

Before her mind could catch up with her thoughts her hands were already behind her back, working on the small, plastic clasps that held her bra together against her chest. The rational part of her mind tried to tell her that she was a Princess, a public figure in Equestria who would be ruined if anypony ever knew what she was about to do. The other side, however, continued to egg her on, telling her to face her fears and conquer yet another problem that stood in her way. And, with hands shaking from equal parts excitement and fear, she undid the clasp and felt her bra loosen around her chest.

It was a strange experience, feeling the only thing shielding your modesty from the waist up peel away from your body like a second layer of skin. It was almost like opening a hatch to some long-forgotten room, complete with a rush of air that blew past the dark purple nubs perched atop the mounds of her breasts and sent a shiver up her spine. The bra, tumbling in slow motion through the air, cleared her chest and continued on past her belly towards the floor. That was the least of her concerns, however, for as soon as they were visible she felt every eye in the room focus on the voluptuous curves of her tits like a thousand laser pointers burning through her fur.

A loud pop wretched a yelp from her lungs as the lights came back with a vengeance. On reflex alone, she brought her hands up to shield her eyes from the blinding lights and, as another cool breeze flowed across her breasts like a small stream flowing down a mountain, drew her arms together to shield them from view. She stood like that for a moment, shaking in place as she waited with bated breath for something, anything to happen...

That something happened all right, in the form of a roar of applause from the crowd that brought her hands away from her face and, as she looked down at her body, a fresh, bright-red blush to her face. Her attempts to hide her breasts had done just the opposite; Bringing her arms together had merely squished the dough-like mounds together, further accentuating their size and curvature for the congregation of lust-crazed ponies before her. The soft, supple hills of flesh were left on full display, unguarded from the darker nub at the tip to the wide fields of purple fur at its base.

Her hands slumped to her sides, letting her breasts slump back into their natural position with a jelly-like jiggle as she stared ahead in disbelief. Another pony in the crowd whistled at the sight, and as the initial bout of embarrassment burned away from the force of their cheers Twilight, surprising to no one more than herself, became more and more comfortable with her current clothless predicament. A meek-looking smile grew on her lips, and as she reached for the metal pole at her side she felt a nervous-yet-exciting fluttering build inside her chest.

With a cry of happiness from the crowd, Twilight restarted her routine by swishing her tail back and forth to the beat that had suddenly come back to life. This time, however, she made sure to use her newly unveiled assets, and the love the crowd had for them, to their fullest potential. She slowed her movements, making sure everypony in the room had ample time to gaze upon her sleek form. Every so often she’d switch it up, adding a sensual breast squeeze to rile up the crowd when she was in front of the pole and shyly hiding them with an arm to rile them up even more when she was behind it.

The energy in the crowd was reaching a fever pitch, and Twilight couldn’t believe how much she was actually getting into her performance. With a sly smirk, she hooked a thumb underneath the waistband of her panties and began teasing the crowd with flashes of purple fur, loving how every eye in the room would lock in on her hand in the hopes they would catch sight of something more. She loved being so openly desired, so much so that, much to her own surprise, a pleasant warmth had begun to grow between her legs. The constant heckling from the crowd wasn’t helping, either. In fact, as she heard somepony in the front row call her a “slutty little Princess”, the heat seemed to actually be getting worse!

'Whoa... What's going on?' Another shout rang in her ears, causing the tightness below her waist to amplify two-fold. 'Am I... Am I actually enjoying this?'

With one last teasing stretch of her panties, one that almost revealed the top of the hidden treasures they contained in her excitement, Twilight let her hands fall to her sides and walked like a model on a runway to the very front of the stage. She scanned the front row, pausing only when she noticed that Sunny had apparently left, and stopped at a big, burly looking construction worker to her right. She smiled at him and he smirked back, though she found herself having to avert her eyes in embarrassment as he suddenly reached down and openly groped the large tent in his jeans.

The stallion waggled his eyebrows. “Hey, hot stuff! I got a royal scepter right here for yah! Why don’t you come down ‘ere and kiss it!”

Twilight almost eye-rolled at the pun, though it was clever enough to bring a smile to her lips. Or, at least until the stallion touched her leg; Then, with a startled yelp, she instinctively slapped the stallion’s hand away with her own to the tune of a smack that echoed inside the room for several long seconds.

She gasped, equally as shocked at her reaction as the stallion. The ponies on either side of him, whom Twilight assumed were two of his friends, started playfully ribbing him with their shoulders, and after shaking them off he glanced up at her and grinned. “I like mah girls feisty... “ He blew a lewd kiss in her direction and twirled his finger around in the air. “How about you turn around and show me that pretty little butt of yours, Princess. Ah might just make it up to yah...”

Twilight blushed though did as she was asked, more relieved than anything that the situation hadn't escalated further. Crouching down, she stuck her rear-end out into the air and shook it back and forth to a chorus of “oohs” and “aahs” from the crowd. Glancing between her legs revealed the stallion in a hypnotized-like state, and she chuckled as she watched his eyes bob in time with her hips. “Anything for one of my loyal subje-whoa!”

A cute little yelp was forced from her lips as another smack rang out in the room, this one quieter than the first yet no less surprising to the mare who’s ass tingled from the soft slap against it. Before she could pull away in shock she felt the stallion slip something into the band of her panties that, as she stood up and turned to give him a stern looking stare, she reached back and pulled it out.

The stallion grinned and blew her another kiss as she unfurled the paper bit-note, and she did her best to smile back as the fur on her cheeks burned in embarrassment. He once again reached between his legs and cupped the obscene bulge nestled between his thighs, and Twilight gasped as she noticed how much it had grown from the last time she had seen it. “There’s plenty more ah that for yah, sweet cheeks…”

Twilight’s smile grew in sincerity as both the stallion and his friends started to laugh amongst themselves, and as the feeling of a hand on her ass faded away into a blissful warmth she realized just how bad the condition between her legs had gotten. In fact, as she looked over the crowd from her position above them, she saw that most if not all of the stallions had the same kind of condition as well. She even caught some of them sneaking a touch, yet rather than feeling disgusted at the lewd display she felt flattered that she had been the one to cause it.

Twilight ruefully shook her head, though the smirk on her lips didn't fade in the slightest. 'If Celestia could see me now...'

It was with this thought that she made her way back to the pole and resumed her routine, smiling as she danced the night away for a group of mostly strangers deep within the heart of Ponyville. Never before had she felt so desired, at least not in such a primal way, and she couldn’t help but push herself harder and faster to please the crowd, even going so far as to cup her breasts with her hands and smoosh them together to please the ponies cheering her on.

She continued like this for several minutes, twirling around a pole to a cacophony of electronic beats that commanded her body and hollering ponies begging for her to continue. The world around her became a blur, a smorgasbord of pulsing lights and smiling faces as she showcased her body to whoever wished to see it. Still the happy fluttering in her heart persisted, still the heat between her legs grew, and still the drug-like high she was experiencing went on, fueled by the freedom she felt on stage.

At least until, what felt like hours later, the music faded away into nothingness, only to be replaced with a sudden round of applause from the crowd. It took Twilight a moment to come back down to the real world, and as she did she noticed the lights had returned to their normal levels around the room. She glanced over her shoulder at the sound of metal creaking, and as she saw the curtain slowly coming open she realized her time on stage had finally come to its end.

She turned towards the crowd and smiled at their continued applause, and with a sheepish wave towards the front row and a bow for good measure she waved them goodbye and walked towards the exit. It was only a couple steps later that her foot landed on something soft and cushiony, and as she glanced down and saw her bra she blushed and bent over to pick it up. Which, without really meaning to, gave the crowd one last look at the panties-covered curves of her ass, something that they certainly appreciated if the whistles she got when she stood back up were any indication.

With a meek blush, Twilight blew a kiss at the crowd just before making her way behind the curtain. With another metallic creak it swung closed, and for the first time in a while Twilight found herself alone in near-silence.

She stared at the opening back out onto the stage for a moment, heart hammering inside her chest and mouth split into an ear-to-ear grin that she just couldn’t get rid of no matter how hard she tried. With a chuckle she disbelievingly shook her head, unable to comprehend what had just happened and, even more surprisingly, that she had enjoyed it as much as she had.

She sighed, happily. “Well, that was unexpected… Fun, but unexpected.” She turned towards the door and reached for the handle. “Maybe I can catch up with Star and-”

Just before hand touched metal, the door suddenly swung open to reveal a grinning announcer who stepped forward and, chuckling like a mad pony, not-so-gently placed a hand on her shoulder and said, “Well hot damn, Star! If that wasn’t the sexiest little routine I’ve seen yet!” He gave her a congratulatory slap on the back, one that was hard enough to make her wince and her still uncovered breasts bounce around against her chest. “In fact, ya got a visitor already waitin’ for ya in the VIP rooms. Numbah seven, on the right.”

Just as fast as he appeared the announcer was gone, leaving Twilight standing in a daze as he walked past towards the stage. With a shrug, she walked backstage just as the announcer started to thank everypony for coming for the night and closed the door behind her with a long, drawn out creaking sound. She glanced towards the hanging EXIT sign at the left end of the hall and felt it calling to her like a mythical siren, but it was that same sense of curiosity that had gotten her into this mess that made her start walking down the unfamiliar right-wing of the hall instead.

'So, ' - She said to herself as she walked by several Private Viewing Rooms - 'I have a... visitor. Probably just some stallion looking for a private dance or something.' She scratched her chin in thought, not noticing that the already ornate doors had transformed into something more lavishly decorated. 'I wonder what it'll be like? More personal, I assume... Whoever it is, hopefully they aren't as handsy as that construction worker!' She giggled and began swinging her arms back and forth like an overly-happy filly. 'I can't believe I'm actually looking forward to this! I might have to do a study on this kind of thing somewhere down the line. Obviously not something that I'd show Celestia, of course, but I AM curious as to why I was getting so...' She blushed and glanced at one of the doors, noting the #11 sign bolted to the top of the door-frame. 'I mean, why would DANCING cause me to display such symptoms? It's not like I'm into that sort of-'

“Oh YES! Fuck me Hum Drum! Harder!”

Twilight immediately froze in place.

“Oooh Zapp, you’re so WILD!”

Twilight, eyes as wide as saucers, turned to face the door next to her, one that was labeled as Room #8. It didn’t take much for Twilight to figure what was going on inside the room, what with the heavy breathing and rhythmic slapping sounds, and as she stared at the door in shock the shouts started to reach a fever pitch.

“Oh my Celestia… Oh my gosh, Hum Drum, I’m cu-”

“Star!”

Twilight shrieked as a hand landed on her shoulder, and as she whipped around to beat away her would-be attacker she gasped as the announcer’s surprised face came into view. “Whoa there, girl! Calm down a second!” The announcer backed away and put his hand to his chest. “Phew, nearly gave me a heart attack there, Star! Just forgot that the customer wanted you to have this on.”

“Wh-” For the second time that day a dress was forcibly shoved over Twilight’s head, and with a frustrated groan she tugged it down over her body.

The announcer gave her a smirk, and after making a quick pass up and down her body he chuckled and gave her a big thumbs up. “Looks good on ya, Star. Ya really look like Princess Twilight!”

Twilight opened her mouth to retort, but a long, drawn out moan from the room behind her drowned out what she wanted to say. The announcer chuckled and nodded his head towards the door, grinning as the shouting died down to an eerie silence. “Sounds like ol’ ‘Zapp’ did it again! Speaking of which…” He reached out and, after placing a faux crown on top of her head, comfortingly placed a hand on Twilight’s back. “You got a payin’ customer waitin’ for ya! Get a move on, missy!”

Twilight yelped as he gave her a slight push towards the next door in line, just in time for the monotonous impacts of flesh on flesh to start once again. “Uhm… Sir…” Her eyes widened as they stopped just in front of room seven, and as the announcer reached out for the door handle she quickly grabbed onto his arm. “But, uh… I’m feeling kinda… tired! Yeah, tired! And, uh, I don’t think I can... perform as well as I ought to without, you know… resting.” She smiled, hoping that the announcer wouldn’t call her bluff.

Which, of course, is exactly what he did. “Come on, Star, don’t give me that crap. We both know you've had longer nights than this.” He opened the door and shoved her inside, causing her to nearly trip over her own two feet. “Now get in there and make me some money!”

For the second time that day the stallion slammed a door in her face, but before she could even blink from the force of impact she heard somepony behind her clear his throat. “Uhm… hi?”

Ever so slowly Twilight turned around, eyes widening as she saw, sitting on a large couch on the opposite side of the room, Sunny. One of the light yellow stallion's hands was raised to give her a weak wave, and even though everything from the waist down was currently hidden beneath a wide, wooden table with a stripper-pole jutting out from its center, she couldn’t help but think that another part of his body was saluting her as well.

Twilight shivered as she raised her hand up into the air and returned his greeting with a shaky one of her own. “H-hi there, Sunny… Eh-heh...”

'Oh, horseapples...'

Chapter 5 - The VIP Room

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For several seconds there was nothing but silence, neither pony inside the lavishly decorated room able to speak as a heavy blanket of awkwardness settled between them. Twilight wasn’t sure if she even was still alive, for the hammering inside her chest that had persisted the entire trip down the hall had suddenly and utterly ceased as she realized just what she was expected to do to the stallion sitting on the couch.

She was supposed to do… THAT... to HIM!

And, with that thought, her heart restarted its pounding against her chest as if it was trying to escape the inescapable prison of her body. ‘Oh Celestia above…’

Like a pair of heavy boulders Twilight dragged her wide, terror-filled eyes from the nervously waving stallion on the couch to check out the rest of the room. The VIP rooms were more extravagant than the private viewing rooms, with ceilings that hung several feet overhead and plush, comfy carpeting that covered the entire the floor below. But perhaps the larger size was simply a trick of the mind, for the only furnishings taking up space were the couch and table set on the opposite side of the room. The walls, plastered in the same kind of red, velvety cloth as the door, had a large strip of mirrored glass running across its center on three sides, leaving Twilight feeling somewhat dizzy as she glanced over and saw an infinite loop of herself looping into the distance.

With a cold chill of fear crawling up her spine like a spider up a wall, Twilight turned towards the only other pony in the room and felt her cheeks flush in embarrassment as she realized he had been patiently waiting for her the entire time. “Uhm… Hey, Sunny…”

Sunny blushed and, realizing he still had his hand up in the air, awkwardly let it fall to his side. “Uh… Hey, yourself…”

Twilight sighed as Sunny averted his eyes and began sheepishly rubbing his arm. ‘Well, at least he’s as nervous about this as I am…’ She sighed again. ‘Well, here goes nothing…’

Begrudgingly lifting a foot that felt encased in cement, Twilight took her first step into the room and began absentmindedly clapping her hands together. “So…” She caught Sunny glancing at her out of the corner of his eyes as she reached the edge of the table. “Enjoy the show?”

The question seemed to break him out of his funk, and as he turned towards her with a grin he sat a little straighter on the couch. “Oh, yes! It was very, um… nice…” Whatever confidence he had found burnt away just as quickly as it came, leaving him visibly deflated as he sank back into the couch and stared at his hands. “You might’ve guessed, but I kinda have a crush on Princess Twilight. So, for my birthday, some of my friends decided to pay for, well…” He timidly gestured towards her and then the couch. “This.”

Twilight’s cheeks glowed at his confession. “O-oh? That’s… That’s nice of them.”

Sunny sighed, still studying the lines of his hands. “Yeah… Nice...”

With the awkwardness threatening to return, Twilight sighed and sat on the edge of the table with her body perpendicular to the couch. “So… you have a crUsh-” She winced as her voice cracked, and after feigning a cough into her hand to buy herself some time she gave him a weak smile and tried again. “You have a crush on the Princess, huh?”

He nodded, eyes still on his hands as he played an intense game of thumb war with himself. “Yeah, ever since she came to town and banished Nightmare Moon... “ He smiled and looked up towards the ceiling with a dreamy look in his eyes. “She’s just… She was just such an inspiration, you know?”

His lips fell into a frown. “But she’s so beautiful, so amazing, and I’m just…” - he glanced down and gestured at his body - “...this! I…” He dejectedly chuckled and waved Twilight off. “Here I go again, dumping my problems on you… Sorry about that.”

With a smile that she hoped came off as comforting, Twilight slid towards his side of the table and draped a hand over his shoulder. “No! No, it’s okay. That’s actually a rather nice thing to say about me.”

The stallion glanced up at her, eyes narrowed as he studied the lines on her face, and as Twilight’s mind caught up with what she had said she felt a mix of embarrassment, fear, and intrigue form at the pit of her stomach. “I-I mean, a nice thing to say about her.” She giggled and adjusted the crown atop her head, hoping the rather fake-sounding laugh was enough to disguise her apparent gaffe. “Sorry, got a little too much into character. But, um...” She ruffled the back of her mane. “I’m sure that she’d, uh… love to hear that…?” She winced at how unintentionally unsure her statement sounded, but when he gave her a warm smile and a small chuckle in reply she sighed in relief. ‘Whew… That was a close one…’

Sunny waved her off, though he seemed to be in a better mood. “Eh, that’s kind of you to say, but I know I don’t have a shot at her.” He shrugged his shoulders and sat back against the couch. “That’s why I came here. Next best thing and all.” Fiddling with his fingertips, he frowned and glanced towards the floor. “I’ll just have to settle for adoration from afar…”

A feeling of gloominess settled over the pair of pondering ponies, and Twilight joined the stallion in staring at the carpet as she tried to make sense of the thousands of thoughts swarming around inside her head. Sifting through them like Daring Do cutting her way through a jungle, she tried to find an opening where she could catch her breath and regain her bearings.

Like a sign from some higher being, the tumultuous swarm of ideas parted into a clearing of clarity that brought with it a stunning realization. Before she had embarked upon her impromptu adventure, she had assumed that the only type of pony who would go to such a seedy establishment would be just as seedy themselves. Yet here was a stallion, no different than the ponies she saw in town, who had come to the Perfect Plot to live out a fantasy he may or may not experience elsewhere. A lewd kind of fantasy, sure, but one that she could see was a no harm, no foul kind of thing. Sex was something that ponies did, and while just the word ‘sex’ brought a blush to her cheeks she knew it was a completely natural process.

That, and the fact that, now that she had a moment to think, she realized the heat that had settled between her legs on stage had come back tenfold.

Sunny tore her away from her thoughts with a lung-clearing cough, and her cheeks flushed as she realized that she had been staring at the carpet for an exuberant amount of time. She turned, ready to ask him about his feelings, but as her gaze lifted from the plush carpeting beneath his feet she noticed something strange between his legs. There, running several inches down his thigh, was a thick, snake-like tube that formed a hearty bulge in his pants, and as she realized just what she was staring at the fire below her waist rocketed up into her cheeks and forced a gasp from her lungs.

Sunny, either figuring out what she was looking at or realizing his current condition, gave out a Fluttershy-esque eep and crossed his legs to shield his problem from view. The size of said problem made it quite difficult to hide, however, so with a blush that could melt solid steel he brought both hands between his legs to help conceal his blatant erection.

“Eh heh…” His eyes darted around the room, settling on anything but the mare in front of him. “Uhm, sorry about that. First time I’ve ever done something like this…” The red in both their cheeks brightened as the lump twitched against his hand. “First time I’ve ever had… you know…”

For the third time in as many minutes, an awkward silence filled the room.

“Sooo…”, Sunny murmured as he tapped his fingers together like he was a school colt outside the principal’s office, “What should I do?”

“Uh…” Twilight licked her suddenly dry lips and tore her gaze from his crotch. “What…” Something dripped into her eye, and after wiping it away she realized she had begun to sweat. When had it gotten so hot?

“What do you want to do?”

Sunny eyes widened as if he was startled by her response. “Oh! I… I see…” He averted his eyes and, for some reason, began to smile. “Uhmm… Well, Princess… How about you start by…”

Twilight leaned closer as his voice petered off into a whisper. “I’m sorry? What was that?”

His cheeks flushed with embarrassment. “Umm… I said, how about you start by giving me…”

Twilight turned her head, genuinely curious about what he was trying to say. “Didn’t quite catch that.”

Either frustrated with his inability to speak or finally gathering enough courage to do so properly, Sunny slammed his fists into the couch and, with eyes clenched shut and face beet-red in embarrassment, yelled right into Twilight’s face, “CAN YOU GIVE ME A BLOWJOB?!”

Twilight almost tumbled off the table as she reeled away from the sudden shout, and when her mind registered what the stallion had said she actually did. With a soft grunt she fell to the carpeted floor, leaving her looking up at the seated stallion with a blush engulfing both of their cheeks.

Sunny was quick to jump to his feet, erection all but forgotten as he wobbled his way over to her. “Oh my Celestia!” He extended a hand to help her up. “Are you alright?”

Twilight, making the mistake of looking up, found her eyes drawn once again to the thick lump in the stallion’s pants. The cylindrical mass twitched inside its prison of cloth, begging her for its freedom, and with half-lidded, glazed-over eyes she reached towards it to answer the call. The heat between her legs blossomed out into the rest of her body as her fingers closed in on her target, inch after inch, centimeter after centimeter. Thousands of thoughts swarmed inside her head; What would it feel like? How big would it look out in the open? Was it really as warm and as hard as the adult pieces of literature that she surely never read on nights when she was feeling riled up portrayed it as? And, with her fingertips less than a hairs width away, the one that became louder in her mind than the others:

What in Celestia’s name was she doing!?

Twilight pulled her hand away with a startled jump, masking her near-gaffe by grabbing his offered hand instead. ‘What the hay was that about!? I… I almost touched his… his...’ She shivered as the incessant warmth below her waist angrily flared at being denied. ‘I can’t… I can’t actually be thinking about going through with this, right?’

With a quick pull Sunny helped her to her feet, but as she went to thank him she saw what appeared to be a disappointed frown on his lips. In fact, as she took a closer look at him, he seemed almost as nervous about everything as she was. He almost seemed… afraid, and whether it was due to her helpful attitude or that her libido was finally taking over, Twilight felt like she had to do something to reassure him.

“Hey…” Sunny jumped as Twilight placed a hand on his shoulder. “Don’t worry about it. We’ll just go at your pace and see what comes, alright?”

He gave her a weak smile, and after taking a deep breath to psyche himself up he looked her in the eyes and nodded. “Okay…”

Twilight returned the nod, and after taking a long, heaving breath of her own to keep her inhibitions at bay she started to lower herself to her knees. ‘Alright Twilight, it's just a p...' She shivered. 'It's just a penis. It's not like it's going to reach out and bite you...' Her knees hit the floor. Well, here goes nothi-’

“Wait!” She looked up and saw Sunny bashfully averting his eyes. “Can I…” He licked his lips. “Can I kiss you, Princess?”

A blush returned to Twilight’s cheeks, though she was surprised to find it wasn’t one of embarrassment. In fact, she actually smiled at him, a true, one-hundred percent authentic one to boot. What she wasn't so sure on was if it was from being bailed out at the last second or if the idea was kind of... sweet. “Sure thing, my loyal subject…”

She stood up, putting her face to face with Sunny as he dreamily stared into her eyes. She slowly traced the features on his face, eyes bouncing from the rosiness in his cheeks to the big, black, and kinda cute looking eyes that, if she looked close enough, she swore she could see her own reflection in. Neither pony spoke as they waited for the other to make the first move, but before things could get too awkward Twilight broke the stalemate by closing her eyes and leaning in, lips puckered as she waited for him to do the same.

And then, after a moment’s hesitation, that’s exactly what he did.

Her mind instinctively screamed at her to pull away as soon as she felt his lips press against her own, not-so-politely reminding her of that she was a freakin’ Princess of Equestria currently kissing a total stranger in the back of a strip club. But, rather than listen, she rebelled, opening her mouth to let her tongue slither out and tap against his own as if asking him to come out and play.

And, after yet another moment’s hesitation, he complied.

Twilight’s breath was driven from her lungs as the gates to his mouth came open and, without a second thought, she slipped her tongue past his lips to teasingly tap it against his own. The constant poking and prodding seemed to wake Sunny’s tongue from its long slumber, and Twilight couldn’t help but moan as it lazily wrapped around her own and embraced it like a best friend or, with a thought that made her blush, a long-lost lover.

Heated pants of breath filled the room as the two ponies continued swapping spit, neither willing to pull away and end their euphoric high just to sate the burning in their lungs. Sunny wrapped an arm around Twilight’s back and pulled her in close, surrounding her in the protective warmth of his body as he pressed his lips harder against her own. She pushed back just as hard, blushing as she felt something between his legs poking her in the thigh. Rather than pull away in disgust, as she might have done a few moments ago, she pressed her hips against his to feel more of his body against her own, loving how he warm he felt in the cooler air of the room. While not very toned, Sunny’s lankier arms were long enough to wrap around her with ease, leaving her feeling strangely safe as he squeezed her into his chest.

The two continued making out for some time, but, eventually, the biological need for air would prove to be too much. They broke apart with matching gasps, a strand of glistening saliva connecting the two as they gazed into each other’s eyes. Each glanced down as it broke apart and fell to the floor, and both sets of eyes were immediately drawn towards the stallion’s crotch where a rather large surprise awaited them.

The already huge lump in Sunny’s pants had doubled in size since Twilight had last seen it, leaving her feeling lightheaded as most of the blood in her body rushed to her head. Their close proximity had let the rounded tip of his tent sneak underneath the skirt of her dress like a pervert looking for a peek at her panties, and a lustful shiver ran up Twilight’s spine as she imagined what it would look like if neither of them was dressed.

It was with that thought that Twilight brought her eyes back up to Sunny’s face, and for the briefest of moments their eyes met before they averted them with matching blushes. The stallion still had his arms wrapped around her, yet even after the post-kiss daze faded away she found herself strangely comfortable against him. She glanced at him and smiled,waiting for him to do the same, but after a moment she brought a hand up and gently pushed him to do so.

Sunny gave her a weak smile as their gazes met, but the glimmering in his eyes gave away how much he had enjoyed the kiss. She had certainly enjoyed it, far more than she thought she would, and the warm euphoria it left her with made her feel a little frisky. She licked her lips as sensually as she could, only to start chuckling like a school-filly as she saw the stunned look on his face.

Sunny took a step back and rubbed the back of his head. “Uh… wow… That was something else…”

Twilight grinned like a mad mare. “Sure was. You did great, my loyal subject.” Her gaze turned heated, eyes falling half-lidded as she crossed her arms beneath her chest to accentuate the bulge of her breasts. “So, what’s next?”

Sunny stared at her for a moment, but after shaking his head to clear the cobwebs out of his still-stunned mind he grinned and took a step forward. “Well, your Highness, if you’d let me be so bold…” He took another step and placed a hand on each of her shoulders. “May I help you undress?”

Twilight smirked and turned around. “You most certainly may…”

A rush of exhilaration sent a pleasant shiver up Twilight’s spine as Sunny started unzipping her dress from the back. He took his time, enjoying each and every inch of purple fur that appeared, and as he reached her lower back she felt his warm, panting breaths on the back of her neck.

With a near-silent click both sides of her dress came apart, swinging to the sides and, after a little trouble getting it over her shoulders, she peeled it off, balled it up and tossed it towards the door. Her cheeks flushed as she turned and saw the look of awe on Sunny’s face, and after giving the stallion a second to drink in her topless form she pushed out a hip to show off the metallic zipper on the side of her skirt.

Sunny got the message and knelt down beside her, repeating the process from above on the zipper below. Each tick tick tick of interlocking pieces of metal coming apart sounded like bombs in her ears, and before Sunny had even made it halfway she felt her nerves start to come back in full force.

She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. ‘Stay calm, Twilight… Stay-’

There was another click, this one louder than the others, and before Twilight could reopen her eyes her skirt unceremoniously fell to the floor.

Sunny gasped beside her and stood up. “Wow… You’re gorgeous…”

Twilight’s eyes popped open, revealing a stunned Sunny studying her body in the mirror. “Wh-what?”

He smiled. “I said, you’re gorgeous!” He comfortingly placed a hand on her shoulder and gently ran it down the curve of her arm, leaving a trail of goosebumps in his wake as he ran his palm through her short, silken fur. “You really do look just like her… It’s kind of uncanny, really.” His fingertips jumped over to her back, where they began to make a tingling trail towards the main strap of her bra. “Now, um… Let’s see here… How do I-”

Twilight, stunned that yet another pony was complimenting her on her looks, watched in the mirror as, with a barely audible snap, the straps to her bra loosened enough to let the purple piece of lingerie tumble to the floor. Like two big, purple melons her breasts flopped into view, jiggling around for a breath-taking moment as they were released from their prison of cloth.

“Wow…”

Twilight’s cheeks bloomed with heat as she glanced up at Sunny, who had joined her in staring at their reflections in the mirror. The stallion’s mouth had fallen slack, and it didn’t take a Canterlot magic-scientist to figure out just what his eyes were glued on. She cleared her throat to break him from his thoughts, and as he bashfully averted his eyes with a whispered “Sorry…” she stood up and turned around to face him. This, of course, put the twin mounds of her tits right in front of his face, and Twilight couldn’t help but smile as his eyes once again locked onto her chest.

She let him drink in the sight for a moment, but as she noticed a line of drool seeping from the corner of his gaping mouth she figured he had had enough. “Subject?” Sunny yelped and jumped away, causing her to chuckle at the mesmerizing effect her breasts were having upon the young stallion. “Sorry, Sunny, but I do believe you have one more task to accomplish before we can move on to more… pleasant things…”

That same sense of power Twilight had felt up on stage returned as she spread her legs and teasingly hooked each of her thumbs underneath the band of her panties, eyes burning with lust as she gazed at Sunny with a stare that made him feel weak at the knees. “Don’t keep your Princess waiting…”

Sunny did not keep her waiting.

Falling to his knees like one would when Princess Celestia entered a room, Sunny reached out with shaking hands and grabbed onto the last piece of clothing on her body. It took him a moment to do anything past that due to a mix nerves and the fact that he was now less than a foot away from a mare’s private parts for the first time in his life, but eventually he mustered up enough courage to pull her panties towards the floor.

Sunny’s eyes widened as his cheeks burned the brightest red known to pony-kind as Princess Twilight Sparkle's royal pussy came into view. “W-wow…”

Twilight stood stock still above him, settling for simply watching his reaction to her plump purple folds being revealed. She even widened her stance to give him a better look, her confidence building with each second that ticked by with Sunny being able to do nothing but gawk at her lower lips. Eventually, however, she looked down past his face and saw the lump in his pants twitch, causing the heat between her legs to blossom even as the cooler air in the room brushed past her now unguarded pussy.

“Rise, Sunny…”, she commanded as she placed a hand under his chin and tilted his head up. “Rise…”

Sunny quickly did as he was told. “Y-yes, Princess…” He took a step back. “G-gosh… C-could you…” He twirled one of his fingers around in the air. “Could you turn around?”

Twilight smiled, sultrily. “Of course, Sunny…”

Twilight spun around on her heels and ever so slightly bent over, smiling as Sunny gasped in astonishment when her ass came into view. Watching the stallion’s reaction in the mirror, she began rocking her hips back and forth much as she had done on stage, jiggling her now-unguarded ass right in front of him in an attempt to tease him into a frenzy.

“Wow…”, Sunny whispered behind her, “Can… Can I hold you?”

Twilight perked up at the strange request, fully expecting the stallion to just jump on her right there and then. “Uhm… Sure…”

Sunny took a step forward and, wrapping his arms around her waist, pulled her back into his chest and placed his head on her shoulder, joining her in looking at her now-naked form in the mirror. “Mmm… Gosh, you’re beautiful…” He brought a hand up and cupped one of her breasts, driving a breathy moan from her lungs as he gave the purple mound a light squeeze. “You look just like her…”

Twilight shivered as a second hand joined the first, and as Sunny gently played with her tits she felt his still imprisoned shaft poke her in the ass. The coarse hands on her chest began to slowly make their way down the front of her body, grazing past the fur on her stomach on a one-way trip to the exposed lips between her legs.

Just as he reached her waistline she felt a nervous pang of anxiety race up her spine, and right before Sunny could get his first feel of a mare’s bare pussy she grabbed onto his arm and pulled it away. “Wait! Um…” She broke his hold on her body and turned around with a sheepish grin. “Nay, my subject. We must, uh... Save that for later, when you have proven yourself worthy of your Princess’s body.”

Sunny’s eyes widened. “Oh, yes, of course!” He nervously rubbed the back of his head, yet the smile on his lips didn’t waver. “A-anything f-for you, my P-Princess…”

Twilight nodded. “Good. For now…” She looked up and down his body to drink in his form, most notably between his legs where the thick lump of his shaft begged to be released. “How about I return the favor?”

Sunny’s ears perked up. “Huh? What do you-”

Twilight silenced him by stepping forward and hooking a hand underneath his shirt, causing the somewhat lanky stallion to shiver as her fingers grazed his sensitive stomach. With a short tug Sunny got the message, and after he lifted his arms into the air Twilight made quick work of removing it from his body.

Twilight took a step back as the garment fluttered to the floor to drink in the sight. The stallion’s chest and stomach were much as she figured, bearing the same color as the rest of him, and while there wasn’t any real fat on his body there wasn’t any defined musculature, either. His coat was smooth and well-washed, and she couldn’t help but run her fingers over his chest to feel the mighty beat of his heart.

Eventually, however, her gaze fell to the next article of clothing she had to remove and the large bulge that it strained to contain. She sighed and knelt down, blushing as she came face to face with it. Judging by how large of a lump it was, made even larger now that she could see it up close, she had to admit that Sunny was certainly packing. If she stared at it long enough she swore she could see it twitch inside his pants, begging her for its freedom.

So, like any good Princess would do for one of her subjects, Twilight reached up and began to help.

Ever so slowly she pulled Sunny’s pants down, first revealing the lower part of his abdomen and then the smooth curves of his waist. She blushed as she realized Sunny had gone full commando, meaning that, as she more and more of his fur came into view, she was soon going to get an eyeful of his-

Like a spring-loaded trap waiting for some unsuspecting mare to cross in its path, Sunny’s cock sprung out with enough force to nearly smack her across the nose. With a yelp Twilight leaned away, narrowly avoiding what would surely be death by sudden dick-slap, and after taking a moment to catch her breath she leaned back in to see what she was working with.

Twilight’s eyes widened as she got her first good look at a stallion’s genitalia outside the pages of an anatomy book. There were so many different things to look at! First, there was the size; while she didn’t have anything to compare it to for scale, Sunny’s cock seemed larger than what she assumed was average for a stallion his size. The brownish shaft was almost as big as her wrist at the base, with very little girth lost the farther up the shaft her eyes went. Then there was the wide, bulbous head at the top that, with a thought that half-frightened, half-excited her, seemed to still be expanding as veins began bulging out in various spots across his shaft.

With her examination complete, Twilight tugged Sunny’s pants past his thighs and let them drop into a heap on the floor. A slight wave of musk wafted past her nostrils as his balls came out into the open, both orbs sagging inside their sack from being in the heat of the crowd for so long. His testicles seemed quite heavy, large enough that they stretched out the skin of his scrotum to really show off their curved shape to the world. The entire thing was smooth and devoid of hair, and she couldn’t help but lick her lips as she backed up to get a better view of the entire picture between Sunny’s legs.

A hand pressing against her cheek startled her from her thoughts, but as she looked up and saw Sunny’s smiling face she returned the grin in kind. Whatever awkwardness had been between the two had fizzled out long ago, and even on her knees with his stallionhood hanging in the air but a foot away from her face she felt strangely calm. Calm and, as she moved her legs into a more comfortable position and felt the heat between her legs, very, very horny.

With an unspoken command he moved his hand up to her horn and wrapped his fingers around it, ripping a moan from her lungs that caused the shaft hanging just off the tip of her nose to twitch as it was blasted by warm air. Sunny silently begged her to continue with a light tug against it, and, like any good Princess would do for their subjects, Twilight readily complied.

A shiver raced up both their spines as the tip of her nose came into contact with the warm, solid rod of dick-flesh between his legs, and Twilight’s eyes fluttered closed as she filled her lungs with his heady scent straight from the source. Whatever inhibitions she had were long since dead and buried within her mind, silenced by the all-consuming heat coursing through her veins that demanded she take a taste of the cock appetizingly bobbing in the air before her.

Opening her lips and extending her tongue, that was exactly what she did.

Sunny groaned above her. "Oh, Princess..."

The taste of cock was weaker than what she thought it would be, either because her imagination had gotten the better of her or that Sunny simply practiced good hygiene. What it was, however, was warm and oh so hard against her tongue, and as she started to move towards the tip she felt it flex against her face. There was no mind-degrading wave of lust, no blast of flavor that made her hungry for more. There wasn’t even a surge of disgust that she, Princess Twilight Sparkle of Equestria and personal protege of Princess Celestia herself, was currently servicing a stallion in the back of a strip club. There was only a mare and a stallion, together in the most intimate way possible.

The first lick was enough of a confidence-builder that she leaned in for a second, and soon she was lapping the sides of Sunny’s shaft like a lollipop. Each graze across his cock caused the stallion’s hand to shiver against her horn, sparking the thousands of nerves directly linked to her mind with bliss. What brought her the most pleasure, however, was hearing him moan or gasp with each lick and the satisfaction that came from knowing that she had been the one to cause it.

Sunny moved his hand from her horn to her cheek, lovingly caressing it. “Ooohhh, Twilight…”

Twilight blushed, and after making one long, drawn-out lick up the sensitive underbelly of his shaft she moved the tip and kissed the head of his cock. The entire length throbbed in approval, and after building up some spit in her mouth and brushing the hair away from her eyes she opened her lips and accepted him into her maw.

Inch after inch of thick stallionhood was crammed between her cheeks, forcing her to breathe through her nose as the meaty rod clogged her other airway. Sunny, chest heaving with near-hyperventilating breaths as blissful warmth enveloped his shaft, picked his head up and glanced at her as she paused halfway down his member, only to moan and let his head fall back into the couch as she dragged her tongue across the tip.

A sudden surge of saltiness caused Twilight to pull away, and after swirling her spit around in her mouth she deduced that, more from the fact that some was oozing from the tip than anything else, she had just been graced with a dollop of his pre. The exotic taste wasn’t all that bad; In fact, the small sample seemed like a tease of further things to come. So, after giving him a sly wink and another kiss on the head of his cock, she quickly took him back into her mouth and began to bob up and down in his lap.

Sunny bit his bottom lip. “Mmmph… Oh, Celestia above…” He shivered as another inch of his cock disappeared between the purple mare’s lips, and as he moved his hand from the side of her face to the back he began to mumble under his breath. “Oh sweet hayfeathers, I love you…” He pushed on the back of her head, forcing her deeper onto his shaft than ever before. “Celestia, how long I’ve wanted this…”

Twilight blushed and redoubled her efforts, slobbering over as much of his quivering length as possible in an effort to make his visit a memorable one. Every so often she’d pull back until just the tip was left between her lips, suckling on the sensitive head like a bottle to drink down more of his salty pre. Other times, she’d push herself down as far as possible and hold herself there, breathing his musky scent through her nostrils as she massaged his rigid cock with her tongue.

The burning in her lungs would bring an end her impromptu performance, and with gasps from both ponies in the room she pulled back to release his stallionhood back into the air. The brown club swung back into Sunny’s stomach with a wet smack before coming down to rest between his legs. The entire log had been thoroughly drenched with her spit, and Twilight blushed as she watched it glisten in the light.

Not wanting him to have to wait too long yet still feeling short on breath, Twilight brought both hands between his legs to fondle his cock and balls. The rock-hard spire of flesh felt familiar in her grasp, but the almost fluid-like dynamics of his drooping sack was something else entirely. The squishy skin seemed to mold around her fingers, yet even then they had a surprisingly heavy weight behind them in the form of two ovalish orbs that she could barely hold in the palm of her hand.

She started to slowly jack Sunny off, one hand pumping up and down his shaft as the other rolled his testicles around in their leathery scrotum. She marveled at how alive the shaft seemed in her hand; It almost felt like it had a heartbeat of its own! Whenever she cupped her hand around the tip and rubbed the head of his cock the entire length would flex in her grasp to show its appreciation, and whenever she pushed against the base to get a good look at its size another gooey strand of pre would seep from the tip to coax her back to the top.

She continued like that for several minutes, hands never separating from his crotch as she revered his genitals like a pair of ancient Equestrian relics. Eventually, however, her position on the floor became uncomfortable and, with one last, gentle tug on his balls to get another gasp from the lounging stallion, she placed a hand on his inner thigh and adjusted her position between his legs.

Which, as fate would have it, caused the purple mounds of her breasts to brush against his cock, and as the perked up stubs of her nipples did the same she moaned from the sudden surge of pleasure that nearly sent her toppling over into his lap. ‘Wh-whoa! What was THAT?’

“P-please…”

Twilight blushed as she looked up at Sunny, who was staring down at her with such a burning need written across his face that she felt something drip down the side of her thigh. Keeping her eyes on his, she scooched forward between his legs until, like a key sliding into its matching lock, his quivering erection slipped into the crevice between her tits to rest against her chest.

Just that was enough to make Sunny moan, and as soon as she reached up and squeezed her purple mounds together around his shaft he tilted his head back and said in a breathy moan, “Oh, fuck… Twilight!”

Twilight smiled, bashfully. “Glad you’re enjoying yourself…” Her grin grew more confident. “Now, let your Princess take care of you…”

Not exactly used to using her tits as an instrument of pleasure, much less anything else on her body, for that matter, Twilight started with slow, measured strokes up and down the bottom half of Sunny’s shaft. It was a strange feeling, having something so warm and hard resting in the canyon between her breasts like a long, girthy serpent lying in wait, and while she wasn’t getting much in the way of physical pleasure from it she could certainly see it was having an effect on Sunny.

Sunny, of course, was having a hard time coping with the absurd amounts of pleasure flooding his system as Twilight began rubbing her tits up and down his shaft. The twin mounds were warm and oh so soft to the touch, supple enough to conform around him like foam while being firm enough to pleasantly squeeze every square inch of his wildly throbbing cock. The ample amounts of spit she had gratuitously provided was more than enough lubrication to make his stallionhood’s journey through the valley between her breasts an easy one, and it seemed that each trip through was shorter than the last as his balls pumped out more and more of his pent-up pre.

“T-Twilight…” He moaned through gritted teeth, “I’m… I’m close…”

Twilight paused to adjust the crown on her head, genuinely curious about what he meant. “Close?” She resumed jacking him off with her tits. “Close to wh-”

And then, without any further warning, she got her answer.

Thick, gooey strands of stallion seed fired out of Sunny’s cock like it was the barrel of a gun, blasting her in the chin, chest and face before she even had an idea of what was going on. She pulled away in shock, mouth opening in a gasp as she watched the brown rod held between her breasts jerk and flex with each salvo of cum it launched into the air. Some fired with enough force to land near her eyes and mane, forcing her to clench her eyes shut and brace for the sudden storm of semen.

The storm would soon pass, however, and with a long, drawn out sigh Sunny slumped back into the couch, pulling his spent cock from the now cum-drenched mounds of her tits with a wet schlip. She sat in shocked silence for a moment, hearing nothing but the sound of Sunny’s panting breaths as his seed dripped from her face onto her legs and chest. Eventually, however, she wiped some of the viscous fluids from her face and opened her eyes.

Her breath was immediately taken away.

There, in the mirror behind Sunny, was the cum-soaked visage of one Princess Twilight Sparkle of Equestria. Sticky white strands clung haphazardly to the fur of her head, neck, and chest, turning the normally purple Alicorn into a white one for the time being. The majority of the mess was centered around her breasts, which now had a light glazing of cream spread across the top of them that made them look like purple cakes straight from Sugarcube Corner, but some had come out with enough force to splatter across the crown perched atop her head.

Sunny began to chuckle. “Ha… Whew… Well, THAT was something…” He picked his head up and glanced down. “I don’t think I’ll ever have a-”

He froze, eyes widening in terror. “Oh! Oh my! I’m… I’m so sorry!” He shot up from his seat, nearly knocking Twilight over in his haste as he began searching the room. “Ohhh, I can’t believe I just… Ohhh…”

Twilight glanced over, curious about what had the stallion in such a tizzy. Another drop of cum trickled down her cheek, and as Sunny inquisitively ducked his head underneath the couch she used a quick spell to make herself somewhat presentable. Not entirely clean, knowing that the stallion might question how the mess he had made on her face had vanished, but enough that she didn’t feel like she had just ran through an unrelenting rainstorm of honey.

Sunny groaned, apparently unable to find what he was looking for, and with a deep-seated frown on his face he stood and walked over to Twilight. “Uhm, sorry about that…” He began sheepishly fiddling with his fingers, eyes darting around the room but never settling on the mare still on her knees before him. “You must think I’m such a… Such a…” His shoulders slumped in defeat. “I’ll just see myself out…”

“Huh?” Twilight watched, bewildered and a bit hot under the collar, as Sunny turned and made his way towards a pile of clothes left by the door. “Where are you going?”

Sunny paused with shirt in hand and turned to look at her over his shoulder. “Well, I mean… I finished! I assume this is a one and done kind of deal…”

Twilight frowned as he began straightening out his shirt. ‘Ohhh no, I did NOT go through all that to not get anything in return…’

“Ahem… Subject?”, she said, smiling, “I sure hope you’re not thinking of leaving without returning the favor? That would… truly disappoint your Princess.”

Sunny stared at her for a moment, at a loss for words. “Buh… huh?” He turned his whole body around, causing the half-flaccid cock and semi-drained balls between his thighs to swing into view. “It’s not… I mean…”

Twilight’s eyes fell between his legs. “No, it’s, uh…” She paused in thought, but the burning need between her legs wasn’t making things easy as she tried to conjure up a viable reason to continue. “It’s not based on… climaxes, per se. It’s more of a time thing.” She smiled and mentally patted herself on the back. “Yeah… time. So...“ Her grin turned more sultry as she beckoned him forward with the curl of a finger. “How about you come back over here and take care of your Princess?”

Sunny’s cock visibly twitched at the thought. “Uhhh… Okay…” Tossing the shirt back into the pile, Sunny walked up to Twilight and, stopping a few feet away, sheepishly rubbed the back of his head. “But I’m gonna need a moment to, you know… recharge.”

“Oh?” She glanced between his legs. Sure enough, while the stallion himself seemed eager, the heavy, brown shaft between his legs still drooped over his balls in a semi-erect state. Streaks of his own seed were splattered across the smooth skin, causing Twilight to absentmindedly lick her lips as she remembered what his cum had tasted like.

“Well…” She said standing up, much to the chagrin of her somewhat worn out knees. “Guess we’ll just have to have some fun while we wait.”

“Huh? What do you- mmph!”

Grabbing onto his shoulder and pulling him forward, Twilight shoved her body against Sunny’s as their lips pressed together in a kiss. She moaned as she felt his cock brush against her marehood and groaned as his tongue shot out into her mouth, twirling and caressing her own like a long lost lover. The heat between her legs spread like wildfire throughout her body, forcing her ever closer against the stallion in an attempt to share the warmth.

The two separated for air with matching gasps, a thin line of spit connecting them for only a moment before breaking off and falling to the floor. Twilight smiled, and without giving Sunny a moment’s respite she began laying soft kisses on his chin and chest, drawing a line straight down his body with her lips.

She paused at his navel, glancing up and smirking as she saw the look of pure reverence on his face. “Don’t worry bout a thing, Sunny, Princess Twilight Sparkle is here for you…” She dipped below his waistline and stopped again, this time with her lips just about touching his cock. “Besides, I’ve yet to feel my… biggest admirer inside of me…”

With that, Twilight closed her eyes, leaned forward, and planted a big, wet smooch where Sunny’s shaft bent over the curve of his balls, gently pressing the twitching rod against his cushiony testicles before pulling away with a glistening line of spit connecting her lips to his dick. He shivered at the pleasant sensation and then moaned as Twilight leaned in to do it again, and before long he had to close his eyes from the massive amounts of pleasure radiating from between his legs each time the Princess kissed his cock.

Twilight smirked and pushed her head farther into his lap, scooping up his shaft onto her nose like a perverted seal before pressing her lips against his balls to lay a kiss upon the bloated orbs. The cock draped over her face lurched and lifted into the air, erecting before her very eyes as she dipped down to kiss the bottom of his sack. Before long Sunny was back to one-hundred percent, yet seeing the look of intense pleasure on his face made Twilight want to do more.

Opening her mouth as wide as possible, Twilight gingerly took first one, then both of the sensitive spheres between her lips, moaning as she felt their heavy weight press against her tongue. Sunny groaned gutturally as she dragged her tongue across the smooth skin of his sack, gently rolling his balls around to bathe them in saliva. A good amount of his previous orgasm had dripped around the orbs, giving Twilight another sample of the salty-sweet seed that was quickly becoming one of her favorite things in the world.

‘Wow…’, she thought, lightly tugging Sunny’s testicles away from his body to the tune of a moan from the stallion, ‘Why was I so afraid of this? This is amazing!’

Sunny shared the same thoughts, and as Twilight nursed on his balls like a foal would their mother he brought his hands down and cupped both of her cheeks. With a herculean effort, he fought through the intense pleasure coursing through his veins and glanced at the mare between his legs. His cock, now wildly throbbing in the air at full mast, was once again leaking heavy drops of pre, most of which had fallen onto Twilight’s face and mane. Her cheeks puffed out like a chipmunk's as she sucked on his nuts and pushed herself harder against his crotch, taking every square inch of his sack into her mouth and leaving her top lip pressed against the base of his shaft.

Twilight stayed like that for a moment, eyes closed and mouth full as sticky strands of pre gradually fell onto her face like rain. She made a quick, three hundred and sixty degree swipe around Sunny’s scrotum to check if she had missed any cum, and when her search proved futile she pulled back to let the spit-soaked balls exit her mouth with a loud, wet pop.

Twilight smiled at her handiwork, and after leaning in to plant one last kiss on the now glimmering orbs she looked at Sunny past his rigid member and smiled. “So, you ready?”

Sunny didn’t have to think twice. “Oh, Celestia, yes…”

Twilight took one of the stallion’s hands and, with his help, pulled herself upright directly in front of him. She blushed as she felt the bulbous head of his cock brush against her inner thigh, and after reaching between them to teasingly brush her fingers across his shaft she looked him in the eyes and asked, “So, Sunny… How do you want to do this?”

This time Sunny DID need to think twice. “Uhm…” He glanced down and blushed as he saw how close the two of them were together. “How about I pick you up and we do it... just like this?”

Twilight tilted her head. “Hmm? Are you sure?” She looked towards his arms and gave him a sheepish smile. “Not to sound rude, but… You know…”

Sunny lifted an arm and gave her a bashful grin of his own. “I think I can manage…” He looked her in the eyes and blushed. “Anything for you, Princess…”

Twilight’s cheeks reddened as she felt her lower lips quiver at the idea, and after wrapping her arms around his neck she gave him a nod of consent. “Okay… Ready…”

Sunny returned the nod. “Okay… Here we go...”

The scrawny stallion grabbed both cheeks of her ass and hefted her into the air, grunting with effort and nearly falling over in the process as he tried to line her up over his waist. Twilight held onto his neck for dear life and added her legs for good measure, hooking them around his waist in an effort to reduce some of the strain on his arms. It seemed to do the trick, and after using the mirror behind her to adjust himself Twilight felt something long, hard and warm settle between the cheeks of her ass.

Sunny was already panting from exertion, beads of sweat appearing on his forehead as he held Twilight close. “Alright, you ready?”

Twilight laid her head in the crux of his neck. “Yes…”

He nodded, and with a surge of strength he pushed her far enough away to line the head of his cock up with her sopping wet entrance and let her fall back into his lap.

Twilight’s eyes widened. The air in her lungs was driven out with a shocked gasp. Her legs nearly gave out and released their hold on Sunny’s waist as inch after glorious inch of rock-hard cock pushed through her puffy labia lips and pierced past her folds like a knife cutting through butter. With a wet smack she came to rest against his lap, ass against his balls and stretched-out pussy kissing the base of his cock much as she had done earlier, albeit with a very different pair of lips.

“Ohhh fuuh… Sunny...”, Twilight moaned and raked the back of his black, spiky mane with her fingers. “Sweet Celestia…”

Sunny, eyes clenched shut and body tensed up as he tried to not cum right then and there, took a deep, shuddering breath to calm himself down before starting to move his hips back. Inch after inch of his cock was gradually pulled from her superheated depths, which eventually tensed up like a vice around his shaft in an attempt to keep him inside. His impatience soon got the better of him and, figuring he shouldn’t keep the Princess waiting, he shoved his hips forward after only half of his now mare-juice-covered shaft had escaped into the cooler air of the room.

Twilight yelped as, once again, the stallion’s heavy balls swung up into her ass with a loud smack and then moaned as, once again, she found herself speared open on almost a foot of cock. Sunny wouldn’t give her a chance to catch her breath this time around, for as soon as he had bottomed out he began pulling his hips back to start the process all over again.

By the time the third thrust had rocked her body against Sunny’s Twilight had fully adjusted to his size, and with the forth she rested her chin against his shoulder and simply held on for the ride. And what a ride it was, for as Sunny built a rhythm to his thrusts that filled the room with the metronomic smacking sounds of hips meeting ass Twilight felt everything else fade away. All her problems, all her worries, none of it seemed to matter as Sunny scratched an itch she never knew she had with each mind-numbing thrust into her body.

Sunny thrusts changed from long and hard to short and fast, jabbing his cock in and out of her pussy in a blur of wet slaps and even wetter schlurps. Glistening strands of her excitement flowed down his shaft and over the curves of his balls where each time he pushed his hips forward they would fling some down to the floor, creating a small dark spot on the carpeting beneath their writhing forms. Twilight’s mind was in the clouds, tongue lolling out of her mouth and weak moans escaping from her lungs with each thrust as she neared the most explosive climax of her life.

Eventually, however, Sunny’s thrusts began to slow down, and as Twilight focused on him through the haze of lust clouding her mind she realized he was starting to get tired. Beads of sweat slowly rolled down his forehead as his breaths came out in heated pants, and whenever he bottomed out inside of her she swore she could feel the rapid beating of his heart through his cock. Problem was, as he continued to lose speed with each thrust, she felt herself slowly slipping from the peaks of pleasure like a stone caught in a mudslide.

Luckily, with her head over his shoulder, she had no trouble in finding a way to rectify this. “S-Sunny…”

Sunny shoved himself balls-deep with a gasp, the only thing keeping him from toppling over in exhaustion being the intense pleasure of being buried to the hilt inside such a warm, tight passage. “Y-yeah, Princess?”

Twilight gasped as he pulled back out. “Th-the table. Take m-me over to the t-table…”

Sunny got the idea, and after letting Twilight sink back down onto his cock he spun around and waddled his way towards the table. The mare in his arms made it somewhat hard to see, however, and after banging his knee against the corner and nearly tripping over it in his haste to continue he reluctantly turned towards her and asked, “Hey, uh… Can you get down for a moment?”

“Heh, sure…”, she said, chuckling into his neck, “But don’t you think you should pull out first?”

“Oh! Yeah, hang on…”

With a wet suction sound and matching gasps of pleasure from both ponies, Sunny pulled his juice-soaked cock from Twilight’s fluttering depths and let it slip between the mare’s silken thighs. The tense muscles up and down Twilight’s legs screamed in pain as she straightened them out towards the floor, and with a parting squeeze against her ass Sunny begrudgingly let her go so she could sit on the edge of the table.

Twilight smiled as Sunny eagerly walked up to join her, wrapping a hand around his drenched dick to give it a couple teasing pumps before patting the table beside her. “Come, Sunny. Join me.”

Sunny nodded with a playful grin. “Yes, your highness, right away!”

Laying down on their sides in a classic spooning position, Twilight used her magic to line Sunny’s cock up against her already-battered lips once more. Both ponies shivered as she rubbed the rounded head of his shaft against her lips, coating it in a fresh batch of her juices before, with a blissful sigh, she gently pushed it inside her body.

In one smooth thrust Sunny sunk himself to the hilt inside her warm passage, bringing the two of them closer than they had ever been before. It felt like he was a large, living blanket protecting her from the cold, and the feeling of his chest pressed against her back was a surprisingly calming one.

Sunny reached around her chest and groped at her tits, causing her pussy to clamp down on his cock as he sat fully-sheathed inside it. He played with the doughy mound for a few moments, jiggling it around in the palm of his hand and gently tweaking the dark purple stub at the top to drive a gasp from Twilight’s lungs. Before long, however, the siren’s call of her silken folds squeezing around his shaft drove him to pull back his hips in preparation for another thrust.

A loud smack rang out as Sunny’s hips crashed into Twilight’s ass, almost sending the Alicorn rolling off the table from the force of it. Thinking on his toes, Sunny wrapped his arms around her midsection and pulled her in close, just in time for him to make another thunderous thrust that rocked her body to the core.

Before long Sunny had built himself up to the same pace he had gone before, pummeling Twilight’s cunt with thrust after thrust. At first he simply panted into the back of her neck, bathing her fur with warmth as he satiated his desires on her body. Eventually, however, he began whispering sweet nothings into her ear that were barely audible over the deafening claps of hips meeting ass.

“Oh, gosh, Princess… You’re so beautiful…”, he groaned as he kissed the entrance to her womb with the tip of his cock.

“Mmm… Ssso tight…”, he hissed as he pulled back out, Twilight’s folds hugging onto his cock for dear life in an effort to keep him inside.

“Th-thank you, your highness…”, he sighed as the process repeated once again, and again, and again, and before long both ponies had lost track of time as they continued fucking on the table.

Twilight couldn’t wrap her head around how amazing she felt right there and then. Here she was, a bonafide Princess of Equestria, with her eyes half-lidded and tongue lolling out of her mouth as she got her brains fucked out by somepony she had met only an hour or so ago. Each searing stab into her depths sent a powerful pulse of pleasure straight up her spine and into her brain, leaving her in a near comatose state as something began to stir below her waist.

“S-Sunny…”, she panted in between thrusts, “I-I’m close...”

Sunny groaned, cock flexing inside Twilight’s passage just from the thought that he was about to bring the Princess to an Equestria-shattering climax. “M-me too. Let’s… Let’s change position…”

Twilight was deadweight in his hands as Sunny flipped her over onto her stomach, his member still buried to the hilt inside her dripping snatch as he clambered on top of her. Twilight shivered as his body separated from hers for a moment, letting the cool air in the room rush past the sweat-dampened fur on her back. To her relief he would not be gone for long, and after hefting her ass into the air to put her in the perennial doggy-style position he once against settled his weight against her back.

Sunny panted into her ear, causing the thin appendage to flicker in the air. “You ready?”

Twilight took a deep breath and nodded her head. “Mmm… Fuck me, Sunny…”

And so he did. With practiced ease Sunny pulled his hips back until just the tip of his dick was nestled inside Twilight’s quivering passage, teasing her into a frenzy by rubbing it up and down the meaty lips of her pussy. Then, with a surge of strength, he slammed his hips back down into her body, rocking her forward from the force of his thrust. A loud slap signaled the impact of his heavy balls, swinging like pendulums underneath him, crashing into the base of her marehood, the orbs kissing her clit with a wet smack before pulling away as his hips lifted from her ass.

What little time Twilight had to cool down during the change in positions was immediately nullified by Sunny as he began to ram her against the table. After only a few thrusts she felt her arms start to shake in their attempts to keep her upright, and after a few more they gave out entirely, causing her to slip and fall chin-first onto the table with her ass up in the air.

Sunny didn’t seem to mind. In fact, he appeared to relish in the idea that he was the one doing it to her. He became rougher as time went on, slamming his hips forward with enough force that Twilight worried about getting a burn mark on the underside of her chin as she slid back and forth across its smooth surface.

Twilight’s eyes went wide with shock as she felt a sharp tug against the base of her tail, and when Sunny pulled on the purple and pink hairs a second time her pussy clenched down hard enough on his cock that a short gush of fluid rocketed out of her body to splatter across his balls. “Fuck! Sunny… Mmm!”

“Hah… Heh…” Sunny panted above her like a wild animal. “D-does your Highness like it a little rough?” He lifted a hand high up in the air and slammed it down onto one of the stars plastered across Twilight’s flank. “Huh? You like that?”

Twilight’s head shot up from the table, spittle flying from her lips as her tongue lazily lolled out of her mouth. “Oh Celestia above, yes!”

Sunny chuckled and slapped her other cutie mark. “Heh… What a naughty Princess…” Another tug on her tail, this one almost strong enough to pick her up into the air. “Yeah… I’m going to punish you for being such a tease out on the stage…”

Twilight was shocked by the sudden turn in Sunny’s behavior, but with how bad the burning between her legs had gotten she certainly seemed to like it. Streams of her own juices rolled down her thighs to form a puddle on the table underneath them, one that grew larger and larger each time Sunny’s cock forcibly pulled more of the sweet ambrosia from her quivering depths.

Sunny smacked her on the ass for the third time, this one hard enough to sting a little as the force of his hand sent ripples across the fatty fields of flesh. The searing pleasure it sent up her spine easily drowned out the pain, however, and as he began massaging the point of impact she felt her knees start to buckle underneath her.

It was with a herculean effort that she didn’t fall over right then and there, but as she glanced up and saw how wild Sunny looked in the mirror as he went to town on her pussy she was pretty sure he’d follow her right down to the table if need be. The stallion almost looked like a feral animal on top of her, teeth grit and spittle leaking from the corners of his lips as he groaned and grunted with each bone-rattling thrust he made against her ass.

The ass-smacks and tail-tugs started to come more frequently, reducing Twilight to a drooling mess on the table as Sunny continued pounding away on her unguarded passage. Most of her strength had been sapped by the mind-blowing amounts of pleasure coursing through her veins, preventing her from even rolling her tongue back into her mouth never mind actually picking her entire head up from the cold, hard surface of the table. The most she could do was moan each time she felt Sunny’s long, hard cock punch its way into her passage, and even then they sounded more like weak croaks then anything else.

With one last slap and a parting squeeze to press the cheeks of her ass against his juice-covered cock as it slipped back and forth between them, Sunny lowered himself into the crux of Twilight’s and began shortening his thrusts. Each jab of his hips only moved around a quarter of his shaft in and out of her already well-fucked depths, but the power behind each one was more than enough to make up for it.

Sunny’s balls, hanging low between his legs like a pair of oranges in a taut leather sack, punched at Twilight’s clit like a heavyweight boxer at the apex of his thrusts, slamming into the bundle of nerves hard enough to bring stars to the Alicorn’s glazed-over eyes as she rode out the storms of pleasure. The waves of bliss kept crashing into her, however, and before long she felt the familiar tingle between her legs that signaled an explosive end was near.

Sunny leaned down, hips moving on autopilot to keep him on the edge of orgasm, and whispered into her ear. “I’m close… Where do you want it?”

Twilight’s eyes widened. How could she have forgotten about that? “Umm… Uhh…” She found it hard to think, what with the continued thrusts against her body. “Hmph… Ohhh...”

This was quite the conundrum. She couldn’t possibly just have him… you know… inside of her! There were some rather obvious complications that could come from that, and she really didn’t want to have to tell her parents what had happened to her… Not to mention she wasn’t exactly looking to have a child with some random stranger in a strip club! Could she just tell him to do it on, like, the table or something? Would that be rude? She could ask him to go around to her mouth, but she was so close to release herself... Where did that leave?

Sunny moaned above her. “T-Twilight…”

Twilight’s heart was hammering inside her chest. ‘C’mon, Twilight… Think!’ She gasped as Sunny ground his hips against her ass. ‘Just say something! Anything! Celestia above, I’d rather have him finish in my-’

She gasped. “M-my ass! Put it in my ass!”

Sunny gasped as well. “Wh-what!?”

The surprise from Twilight’s answer was enough to ruin Sunny’s rhythm, causing him to accidentally slip from her drenched passage with a wet slurping sound. His hips, however, continued their thrusting motions, sliding his juice-covered cock back and forth between the supple cheeks of her ass like a haydog in a haydog bun. Once his mind had a chance to catch up, however, he paused all movement and looked down at the back of Twilight’s head in utter shock.

“Y-you want me to… In there!?”

Twilight, cheeks flushed and beads of sweat dripping from her forehead, turned to look at him over her shoulder as her tail raised up and out of the way to show off the tight puckered hole underneath it. “Y-yes…” With her head pressed against the table to hold herself upright, Twilight reached back and pried apart the cheeks of her ass. “Cum in my ass, Sunny…”

It took Sunny’s mind a second to respond.

“Uhhh… Okay…”, he said, weakly nodding his head. “If you’re sure…”

Twilight nodded, and as Sunny adjusted himself behind her she turned to look away, bracing herself for penetration. “Yes, I’m sure… Now, c’mon…”

Her folds fluttered as she felt something warm and oh so pleasantly hard press against the rim of her ass, and she bit her bottom lip as she felt him start to press himself inside her body. “Yesss…” The tip hadn’t even slipped inside before she felt her orgasm start to close in. “That’s it, Sunny, give it to-”

Sunny pulled away. “I-I don’t know about this…” Twilight eyes widened as her climax began to drift away. “Are you sure you don’t have some lube or something? I don’t think-”

“Sunny!”, Twilight hissed through gritted teeth, “Fuck your Princess in the ass!”

Sunny yelped. “Y-yes, my Princess!” Once again he pressed the tip of his member beneath her tail, mashing the bulbous head against her anus in an attempt to slip it inside. He pushed harder and harder, but it just didn’t seem that he was going to-

Both ponies gasped as a slick popping sound echoed off the walls.

He fit alright.

Twilight hissed and grit her teeth as a searing pain resonated from beneath her tail, but Celestia above, the pleasure that came with it… It was indescribable! “Ahh! C’mon… Deeper!”

Another inch slid in.

Twilight’s back arched as drool began seeping around the corners of her lips. “Hrrgh…!”

Yet another inch of pony-cock crammed its way past the stretched out ring of her anus, and with the widest part of his shaft already inside her body Sunny, who was also feeling a little anxious, went ahead and slid the rest of his length into her ass. Twilight bit her bottom lip nearly hard enough to draw blood, but that was nothing compared to the pain she felt as her body was forced to cope with what felt like ten pounds of throbbing stallion dick.

Twilight’s eyes, clenched shut as Sunny pushed himself inside her at an agonizing pace, popped wide open as the heavy weight of his nuts tapped into her well-fucked pussy lips.

Add another thing to the list of things she would never have even considered before that very day; Take a stallion’s entire cock up your ass.

“Ohhh… Ssshhhit Sunny…” Holding herself up with one hand, Twilight reached beneath herself and began furiously rubbing at her clit, flicking the copious amounts of fluids oozing out of her pussy onto the table below. “Oh, I’m close! C’mon, Sunny, fu-uuoooh!”

Sunny began pulling his cock from her ass, tugging on her bowels as the thick log of pony flesh was forcibly wrenched from her rectum. The tight passage had little time to recover, however, because as soon as only the tip was left buried underneath her tail the stallion began pushing himself back in.

While lessened, the pain of having such a thick object crammed inside her tiny hole was more than enough to make Twilight shiver in place. The pleasure that came with it, though, was now stronger than the pain, and as Sunny bottomed out inside her rectum for the second time she felt herself clinging onto the edge of climax.

Twilight gasped and shoved her ass back into his lap as Sunny began stirring up her insides with his cock, and as he began pulling his hips back the one hand holding her up finally let go. With a soft thud she fell back onto the table, ass high in the air and hand still between her legs as, with a deep, bellowing moan, Sunny reversed direction and pushed himself forward for the third time.

Twilight’s eyes rolled to the back of her head. Her passage had loosened enough now that the slight discomfort had transformed into pure pleasure, leaving her weak in the knees as hips met her ass with an audible thwack.

“Oooohhh…” How had she not thought to try this before? The pleasure of being stretched apart mixed with the pain, forming a cornucopia for the senses that she wasn’t sure anything could ever match. Just the thought that she, Princess Twilight Sparkle of Equestria, was currently face-down and ass-up on a table as a stallion shoved his dick up her ass was nearly enough to send her over the edge. Never before had she felt so depraved, so kinky, so… filthy…

Twilight tilted her head back and screamed her pleasure to the heavens as Sunny began to pick up the pace. “OH YES! Fuuuck... “ Sunny began panting above her, hips becoming a blur as he pounded her ass hard enough to nearly send her toppling off the table. “Fuck your slutty little Princess, Sunny… Fill her up with your cum!”

Sunny snorted and wiped a bead of sweat from his eyes. “Oh, yes, Princess! I’m… I’m so close!”

Stars began to form in Twilight’s vision, blinding her to the world as Sunny’s testicles crashed into her fluttering pussy lips. “Oh!”

Smack!

Her fingers mashed into her clit. “Sunny, yes! I-”

Smack!

A tightness began to form in her chest. “Fuuuuck, I’m such a dirty little-”

Smack!

The pitch of her voice increased. “S-Sunny, I’m… I’m close!”

Smack smack smack!

Her vision faded to white. “Oooooooohh… Sunny!”

Twilight exploded.

Not literally, of course, but as her pussy began to clamp down on air it was certainly what it felt like. Warm jets of marecum shot out of her lips to splatter across the table and Sunny’s balls, quickly coating the both of them with a nice sheen that glistened in the lights hanging overhead. Her ass did its best to constrict around the pony-cock splitting her in two but, not willing to be denied, the stallion’s hips continued to ram it back and forth, reducing her to a quivering pile on the table as he used his ass however he wanted to.

And then, with a bellowing groan from the stallion on top and a shrieking moan from the mare on the bottom, Sunny’s cock flexed and fired his first shot of seed deep into her bowels. His second orgasm of the night was no less voluminous than the first, and Twilight shivered underneath him as she felt her rectum fill to the brim with his freshly brewed stallion seed.

Twilight’s head hit the table with an audible thunk, eyes half-lidded and glazed over as her tongue lazily lolled out of her mouth. “S-Sunny…”

Sunny, on a particularly hard contraction, abruptly shoved his hips forward to keep his cock as deep inside of her ass as it could go. “Oh, Princess... “ He shivered as warm seed began to trickle out around his cock, dripping down his thighs and balls to form a small puddle on the table. “I love you so, so much, my Princess…”

Twilight smiled as she slowly came back down to Equestria. “Hmm… That was incredible, Sunny. You have pleased your-OH!” A heavy weight suddenly fell on her back, and after quickly preventing herself from having an impromptu head-butting match with the table she glanced over her shoulder to see what had happened.

She smiled as a slumbering Sunny came into view, the stallion grinning in his sleep even as he sat balls deep inside her ass. Or, with a wet popping sound that brought a blush to Twilight’s face, was buried inside her ass as his cum-slickened cock slipped from beneath her tail, followed by an impressive gush of seed that splattered onto the table between her legs.

Sunny began to slip from her back, and, seeing as he was incapacitated anyways, Twilight quickly grabbed him with her magic and floated him over onto the couch. As soon as he hit its soft surface he curled up into a ball, half-flaccid cock dangling off the edge as small drops of cum continued to drip from its tip.

Twilight stayed there for a moment, content to watch the stallion sleep as she waited for feeling to return to her legs. Warm lines of seed continued to trickle from the battered ring of her anus, drooling over her pussy lips in a scene that, as she turned and looked at herself in the mirror, brought a bright red blush to her cheeks. Eventually, however, she figured it had gotten late enough and, after checking on Sunny one last time, she walked over towards the door, grabbed her Princess costume with her magic, and walked outside, smile on her lips and cum dripping down her thigh as she thought about just how strange her day had just been.

That, and if she would ever get the chance to come back to The Perfect Plot again...

Night at the Club

by James Light

Chapter 1 - The Chase

Chapter 2 - The Perfect Plot

Chapter 3 - Backstage

Chapter 4 - The Dance

Chapter 5 - The VIP Room

Epilogue - Dear Diary...