> A Not So Private Dance
>  by SunnyDontLook
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> Tree Time's Good Time
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I stepped inside the club. It was lit by strobe lights, and blacklights, with just enough conventional light to let you adjust to the darkness. The moment I passed through the door, and out of the sunlight, I could smell the ponies in there. It reeked of sweaty bodies, arousal, and to a much smaller extent- the buffet. I took in the smells, familiar as they were to me by this point. It wasn’t exactly my first rodeo. 

“Hello, Tree,” the receptionist pony was herself wearing a conservative outfit that belayed the true nature of this area. 

“Hello, Madame,” I said with a practised bow. With my other hoof, I lifted her foreleg to my muzzle, before bestowing a chaste kiss on it. “Is Wireless working today?” 

“She is indeed, would you like to take her to a private room?” The business mare said, her hoof inches away from the phone. Maybe some other day I’d just ravage my favourite dancer. I had plans for this afternoon, the saddlebag on my side weighing heavily, almost as heavily as my swollen balls. 

“Not today, I’d like to greet as the regular customers do,” I said as I flashed my VIP card to her. Not that she needed to see it let me in, but I thought the courtesy would be appreciated.

“Just, don’t end up causing any riots,” she said with a shake of her head, before glancing at my VIP card and nodding her head towards the door. That door kept the loudest noises in the main room contained, but barely. The leakage of decibels picked up as I neared the door. With a hoof, I grasped the handle and opened it up. Instantly, my eardrums were assaulted by the music being played, blaringly loud.

“I can’t promise anything, other than the size of my bank account,” I replied as I let the door close behind me. Before heading over to the stage, I made my way over to the bar. My ass filled the well-worn stool closest to the barmare. She was an older mare, and she had lived a busy life for sure. Still, Fireball was a hot lady. One I had never conquered-
“Look at what the cat dragged in, and the busser didn’t push back out on the street,” The mare said in a husky voice, before laughing and offering a glass to me. “The usual?”

“You’re looking beautiful today Fire,” I said to her as I let my barrel hang over the side of the bar. My hooves resting on the cold polished hardwood. 

“Ehh, so whatcha gonna do to the poor girl today?” She asked as she started pouring a load of scotch into a glass filled with chilled chunks of granite. 

“I have a few ideas,” I said as I pulled open the pouch at my side. My hooves felt around for a moment before retrieving a collar lined with felt. The object seemed to deposit itself on the bar counter. I smiled up at Fireball as she finished with my drink. Her eyes caught a glimpse of the collar. 

“You wouldn’t,” she said as the drink was picked up by me. 

“Oh, and you jumped to the erroneous conclusion that this is the most depraved part of the act. Don’t be naive,” I said as I gulped down half of the single malt scotch.

“My mistake,” she said with a something approaching but not quite a sneer.

“It’s fine,” I said with a laugh as I sipped the rest of the glass. It was a smooth, smoky taste that accompanied the alcohol. Kind of peaty too- 

“I just don’t understand her,” Fireball said as she picked up an empty glass from a patron who had left a few minutes before I arrived. “She makes as much money as she wants, and she’s a nice person.” 

“Nice doesn’t mean she doesn’t have a kinky side, and really, nobody has as much money as they want,” I replied as I enjoyed the pleasant burn down my throat the chilled drink created.

“There are different levels of kink though, you know that,” Fireball said as she dropped the mostly clean glass in the sink, before looking at me. “There are the stallions that like stockings and garters on their mares, and the mares that love a stallion with a penchant for choking them, and then there’s you.” 

“Fair enough, but I contend that it’s a difference of degree, not kind,” I spoke as I dumped the rest of the scotch down my throat.

“Semantics, semantics isn’t something I’m paid enough to deal with,” she replied harshly, though the expectant gleam in her eyes came through for the first time. I reached into my saddlebag and grasped at something cold and weighty. 

The coin rolled as it struck the bar. A moment later though, it fell onto its side in front of her. A princess looked back at the bar mare. She met my eyes and smiled pleasantly. I tipped a non-existent hat back at her before dismounting the chair and starting towards the stage. 

Up on stage, were a number of mares and a solitary skinny stallion. Their clothes were skimpy, and that was if they were wearing any. I looked around the dark room before seeing the greasy reflection of light coming off of her cybernetics.

“Damn, she really knows how to dance on that pole,” A stallion holding a mixed drink said as he watched Wireless dance sensually. Her panties were tight on her body and drew attention to her rump with every swing of it. 

“She does, but the claws help,” I said quietly, as I just watched her dance. 

“Claws?” The stallion asked in surprise.

“On her cybernetics, they pop out when she wants them too, and pole dancing is one of those times,” I said of the orange mare. The black panties sitting snugly on her ass, just tight enough to give definition to her assets.

“Uh, that’s weird, but good for her,” the stallion said as he noticed the rubberized grips on the tips of her claws. But before he gave it any more thought, he raised his drink and took a sip.

I took that as a good moment to depart his company, such as it was. A couple steps later and I was up by the stage, ogling her with eyes that had seen every centimetre of her, but still taken by her beauty. The small mare took that moment to swing around and give the nearest ponies to the stage a glance. Her face broke into a smile when she saw Tree. 

“Tree Time!” She exclaimed in a chirpy voice. Her natural voice. 

“Fuzz! Do you wanna take a break after this set, I have a surprise or two for you,” I said with a grin. She spun around the pole another time before coming back to me. 

“Sure, lemme just blow this bunch away,” her words weren’t backed by nuclear weapons, but they were backed by something almost as dangerous- 

The claws of her forelegs popped back into their spot on the appendage before she climbed off the pole and faced her rump towards the greatest concentration of horny stallions. With a metal foreleg she gently tugged down the panties, slowly exposing herself to the stallions. There were hoots and hollers as she did this, and more than one stallion dropped from their sheath publically. It was a good routine, a good excercise of overwhelming sexuality- 


	I had seen it before.


A few minutes later, after she let stallions throw bits up on stage and maybe rub her flanks a bit if they were lucky, she got off the platform and started towards the backroom. I followed her as she walked, and her occasional glances back at me were nice. That and the nearly obnoxious shake of her ass as she trotted.

“So, what’s the surprise?” Wireless Fuzz asked as we stepped into her private dressing room. Usually, customers weren’t allowed into those spaces, and most of the time the performers wouldn’t want them there either. I was an  , besides Wireless and I were kind of, sort of, a thing. Those are useless details though. Because the moment the door shut behind me, she turned around and threw her heavy metal forelegs around my neck. I pulled her close with my hooves and we embraced for a moment, our muzzles close but not touching yet.

“The surprises, it’s more than one,” I said with a wry smile and a quick tilt of my head over to my saddlebag.

“Oh, well, the more surprises the merrier,” she replied quickly, before letting me go and dropping back to her hooves. I tiled my head downward at her, before pressing my muzzle forward and against hers. She met the kiss with grace and practised ease that always impressed. A few moments later we broke the kiss and started towards the loveseat sitting against the wall.

“That’s kinda the impression I got of you,” I said as she plopped down heavily onto the couch. I did the same, just with a bit less aplomb. 

“I mean, is it more lingerie?” She asked with a smile, even as she pulled a half consumed bottle of water off of the table nearby. I had to pause and think about more semantics.

“Depends on your definition of lingerie,” I said as I pulled the saddlebag off and sat in my lap. Instantly she shoved her hoof into the bag, before pulling out the item I had recently taken out. The collar hung limply around the edge of her fetlock, her eyes darting to it briefly. Wireless turned her head and met my gaze.

“You want me to wear this?” She had a neutral tone in her voice. The collar’s tag flashed off of the harsh lighting of the room. 


Pet.


“Do you want to wear it?” I asked with an equally vacant voice. Instantly she nodded heavily before picking it up and putting it around her neck. 

“Does it have a leash too?” She asked excitedly. I reached into the bag before finding the thin rope leash. I pulled it out and let her see the full length of it. And then, I clipped it to the collar. “Yes!” Fuzz exclaimed, before embracing me again. 
“I thought you’d like it,” I said softly as I let the leash remain in my grip. She started to get up and I tugged gently on the leash. “Stay.” 

“But I was gonna blow you!” Her words fell upon deaf ears, even if my cock perked up at the thought of another fantastic act of fellatio.

“I’ll get a raincheck on that,” I said as I got up, seconds after she was told to sit. “Now, I’m gonna set up something fun for you.” I grasped the leash with my magic before tying it to the lamp post loosely. 

“More surprises?” She inquired.

“You can bet on it,” my words were true enough. Because well, I knew her. 


---===*===---


“Any stallions who want lapdances come over here,” I said loudly close to the stage. Instantly many heads were turned away from the pretty dancers. 

“You aren’t gonna give them are you?” A gruff looking stallion said, his burned lungs and husky voice burning a mental image into your mind that you’d rather not have. 

“No, I’m not,” I said before letting out a peel of laughter. “However, if you head into that room right over there, you’ll get one. You just need to follow one simple instruction.” 

“What kinda catch is there?” that same stallion said quickly. 

“Nothing you wouldn’t be okay with,” I said with a knowing smile. “In fact, my good sir, you’re going to get the first go at the whole shebang. Just step into that room on the other side of the hall,” I finished and let out a deep breath.

I spun around and started towards the changing rooms, in particular, Wireless’s room. 

From the corner of my eye, I spotted that one stallion start towards his own meeting with destiny. I relished the thought, and the sales this would generate-

As soon as I walked into her room, I realized that she was already panting and making pathetic mewling noises. She looked at me with those practised puppy eyes. I rolled my eyes and went over to where I had tied the leash. It only took me a moment to unwrap the leash. Before anything else though, Fuzz had jumped off the couch and gotten up in my face. She began to vigorously lick my face. I stood back and grasped the leash in my magic, lightly tugging at her collar, showing her that I was in control. 

“Sit!” I said in a commanding tone. She obliged, sitting down on her rump and looking at me. Then, she started rubbing her rump against the floor. “Okay, time for a walk.” The look of mindless happiness on her face was astounding, but something I had grown to enjoy out of our relationship. Sometimes, people are easy to please. Puppies, however, they’re even easier.

I started out of the room and drew quite a few strange looks. But there were more exciting things in the air of the strip club, things like a mysterious free lapdance that lasted longer than usual… 


---===*===---


A tendril of magic extended before me, as I grasped the handle of the door. With a firm push, I opened the door and allowed Celestia’s sun to rain down on me and my temporary pooch. Wireless yipped as we stepped into the afternoon light. Before long there was tension along the length of the collar, as Wireless found an empty beer can to investigate.

“Alright, just try to keep the sniffing below ten seconds per object,” I said as I walked up closer to her. I even lifted a foreleg into the air and gently stroked her withers. She yipped when I first touched her side. But soon enough my touch was forgotten as she moved over to an empty dinner sack, still stained with grease and salt. “You don’t want to sniff that!” I said as I pulled lightly on the leash. Fuzz whimpered softly, before looking at me with that same pitiful puppy expression.
“You’re ridiculous, you know that?” I said as he dipped her muzzle against the interesting smelling bag. 

Her tail flicked behind her as she pretended to smell something on the wind. I followed reluctantly as she raced herself down the street, and into a drainage ditch. The amount of trash and refuse just sitting down there was immense. On the bright side, she didn’t want to sniff every bit of garbage. She just lifted up her tail and a leg, before relieving herself. 

I watched with a detached look on my face. I didn’t really understand the appeal of this part of the play. Still, if she liked it, then so would I. 

“Okay, ready to head back Fuzz?” I asked the little mare as she turned around and gave me a blank look. Time to play hard ball. “C’mon its dinner time.” 
That got her attention, enough to get her bouncing in her steps as we started back towards the club.

The walk back was a strange one, as many ponies were walking around this part of the city at the edge of nightfall. Some of them gave Fuzz strange looks, to which she ignored. Others gave me looks of distaste and mild to significant disgust. 

I just gave them the universal response to that kind of thing, a hoof raised into the air and bent at an angle, then waved in their general direction. Most of them just looked away, or minded their own business. One mare however, wanted nothing more than to get closer to Fuzz and I. I waited until she was a few feet away before loosing the salvo that I had been preparing.

“At least she’s attractive enough to be on a leash,” I said before adding, “I mean, I could see you being taken to a glue factory though. That’s some value out of you.” The middle-aged mare just looked shocked, standing there on the street as Fuzz walked by her, shortly followed by yours truly.

But that was all the excitement we encountered on the way back. A few minutes after that, she nuzzled the door open with her head and I followed behind her as she trotted with purpose towards the main room- 
“Is it ready?” I asked the receptionist mare. She looked confused for a moment, before gagging a little. After she recovered and cleared her throat, she spoke. 

“It’s sitting on stage, and still warm,” she said before scrunching her muzzle at the thought filling her mind. I just smiled at her, as did Fuzz, vacantly.

“Good,” I said simply. 

The walk towards the stage was a very public affair, many different curious stallions and mares watched, but the stallions had a more guilty look in their eyes. I personally wouldn’t feel guilty about that, but I was a different calibre than most.

Wireless opened her eyes widely and yelped at the sight before her. Her cybernetic legs building up a bit of tension in them before she jumped up onto the stage with one leap. The bark that followed drew everyone else’s attention to her.

“Good girl,” I said as I climbed the stage as well. Meanwhile, the other performers were getting off said stage and going back to their rooms. For a moment, the entire galaxy of performers would be briefly overshadowed by a supernova of a lewd act. “Yes, that’s exactly what it looks like, and smells like.” 

Fuzz yipped excitedly as she drew closer to her bowl. The mares in the room and the few stallions who hadn’t participated in filling the bowl were confused. I decided in that moment to clear things up for them. My magic activated, a telekinetic tendril glowing with a chlorophyll shade drifted towards the bowl, before lifting it carefull from hundreds of contact points. I spun it around slowly, letting everyone who cared to read it, read it.


Wireless Fuzz


Her name, the name of the most popular performer here was clearly present on the side of the bowl…

“Is that a bowl of Jizz?” A mare asked with disgust and a hint of arousal evident in her voice. 

“Yes,” I said before raising a foreleg and gesturing at the whole crowd. “Thank you gentlestallions for your contributions.” 

“You’re welcome!” An intoxicated stallion yelled back at me. The rope of the leash had been tied around the pole as she stood there. 

“You want your treat Fuzzy?” I asked her in a lilting voice. She nodded at me before yelping excitedly, bounding towards me and the bowl of cream. I let the bowl of collected cum descend towards the floor, slowly drawing everyone’s attention. Without any hesitation whatsoever, she dropped her head towards the bowl and flicked out her tongue, dragging it into the lukewarm semen before pulling up a fair amount of it into her muzzle. The silence in the room was such that the sounds of her swallowing the jizz could be heard echoing softly off the walls. 

“That’s hot,” A stallion said as he laid back in his chair, his cock pulsing with warmth and life. His hooves reached down below him and stroked the exposed length. 

“It’s even hotter if you helped fill the dish,” A familiar gruff voice said to him as they watched the display of depravity. 

“F-fuck,” the masturbating stallion said as his dick twitched visibly. 

He wasn’t the only one getting turned on by the loud slurps and swallows coming from Fuzz. Well, even I was. My cock falling out of its sheath as I walked around the pole and came around on the other side of Fuzz. She barely acknowledged my presence, such was her focus on the bowl of cum. I pulled myself forward, her cold metal legs coming into contact with my sensitive fleshy ones. 

“He’s gonna fuck her on stage!” A mare said in a husky, excited voice. I smiled at her, before blowing her a kiss as I prodded her marehood with the tip of my member. I pulled back a little, before slamming home into the familiar heat of her marehood. It was dripping wet, and the little bark she let out as I bottomed out in her made me throb inside her. 

“Damn, does this guy own the place?” A stallion said as he too dealt with a sudden change in bloodflow. 

“Nah, the owner wouldn’t sell it,” I replied after another deep pistoning thrust into her marehood. 

“Not sure if that’s a shame or a good thing,” the stallion who had asked the question said as he lightly ran a fetlock along his member. The mare beside him, a few feet away looked hungrily at his member. A moment later, his hoof was joined by hers, the softer surface a pleasant contrast to his familiar hoof.

“How is your brain even working with that thing filled up?” The mare asked as the well-endowed stallion groaned at the sensations. And then, she slipped her body into his lap, her ass grinding heavily on his cock, and her ass getting coated in a thin film of his pre-cum. 

I grinned at the sight, as I bottomed out in her again. With a glance, I realized she was already halfway through the bowl. I guess I’d buy a bigger bowl next time. The pussy around me tightened as she noticed the incipient orgy forming below us. The happy barking followed the tighening was enough to make me bite down on her neck. She mewled softly before stuffing her whole muzzle into the bowl of cum. 

My legs were starting to shake from the strain and the pleasure, but for the moment they were able to keep up their achingly paced thrusts, deep pistoning thrusts that made the puppy beneath me yowl in pleasure as she ate her meal-

“Oh yeah,” the mare who had climbed up on the stallion's body, and was currently bouncing up and down on his long member. She wasn’t the only one being lewd though. Other ponies were fucking or mutually touching each other as they watched us now. I looked down at her neck, before nipping it again, a little harder this time.
“He’s rutting that bitch,” An intoxicated stallion said as he stroked his cock hard, and fought against the minor poison in his body. Somehow, he was winning, as his cock grew harder and began to leak pre-cum.

“Yeah,” A mare said from behind him, she herself was nuzzling a stallion’s crotch as she played with herself using her magic.

“Can I rut you?” he asked excitedly.

“Yeah,” the mare said without much enthusiasm, or any lack of it either. The stallion got to his hooves faster than some royal guards and was over her back moments later. 

I pushed into her again, her juices smeared all over my length and dripping all over the stage. Fuzz moaned before shushing herself with a hoof. Getting someone to break character, using my dick, that was a new one. I’d need to try it on some renaissance fair ponies. She finished licking up the cum at that moment, and she picked it up in her mouth, before throwing it. The bowl landed upside down, and for a moment the sounds of sex died down, all the chatting too. They all wondered whether the whole bowl was clean-

“Nothings leaking out,” a stallion said excitedly before throwing his hoof into the air and letting out a cheer. “Good girl!”

“Good girl!” Several others cheered with him next time, meanwhile the orgy and the sounds of pleasures became a choir accompanying the cheers. 

“Good girl,” I said a few moments later, softly into her ear as I buried my fat length into her again. That was what pushed the mare over. She yipped loudly before locking up as she came all over my cock. I bit her neck as I felt her walls try to knead all of my seed out of my dick. 

“Woof!” She said as she felt the first rope of my cum paint her insides white. Her legs were steady, even as the rest of her was going crazy. Really not surprising, given they were originally built to let ponies go hoof to hoof with creatures way bigger than us. I grunted and groaned as my orgasm went on, spilling into her, filling her, marking that puppy as mine.

“Shit, you’re so big,” the size queen riding the stallion with the huge cock said as she hilted herself on him. 

“I know I am,” he shot back as he grasped her ass as she lifted up again. He met her next thrust with all of his strength, and she moaned louder than all the ponies around us for a second. He laughed and so did most of the others, as they realized just how much of a good time this mare was getting.

“So, you wanna go back to your dressing room?” I asked as I dismounted from Wireless and picked up the nasty bowl in my magic. 

“Sure love,” Wireless Fuzz said before undoing the leash and the collar, before tossing the both of them onto her back. 


---===*===---


“So how long do you think that orgy is going to last?” I asked her as we sat on the couch and enjoyed a bottle of wine. 

“Maybe an hour and a half?” She replied as she took a sip curled up beside me. I smiled at her and laughed. 

“In that case, we could give them an encore,” I suggested with an air of humour in my voice. 

“I’ll entertain the thought,” she said before turning her head to meet my gaze. “How did you even get a bowl of fresh cum?” 

“I got stallions to contribute by giving Flower a hundred bits for every stallion she hoofed off into the bowl,” I said with a laugh.

“Fair enough,” she said with a shrug, before leaning over another couple centimetres and kissing me. When we broke the kiss she moved her muzzle close to my ear. “Thank you for the gift. Now let's discuss that encore… ”


---===*===---


I leaned back against the pole, the only backrest she was allowing me. Her ass pressed against my crotch, my aching member rubbing against her fur and twitching madly.

“You like that babe?” Fuzz said with a shit-eating grin. I just held onto her and smiled ruefully at her. Below us, the orgy was still going strong, with the stallion who was hung like a horse doing the best by body count. In the bag beside her was a bottle ready to be used- “Well enough playing around, I want you inside me.” My magic instantly found the bottle and pulled it out. The lube was thick and transparent, and cold. That last part I realized as I squirted out a ton of it onto my shaft.

“I want to be inside you,” I replied huskily, as I watched her tail flick out of the way. Her ass was on display, the tight ring of muscle looking especially good, even if the cum marked slit below it was pretty nice too.

“Then hurry up!” She nearly yelled before rolling her hips back and spreading her hinds out along the floor. Her forelegs extended its digits, and she grasped the metal pole behind me. I pointed my cock with a hoof, and watched as she felt the contact against her ring.

“You were the one who wanted to top!” I responded as she started slowly spearing herself on my member. I groaned and had to resist the urge to thrust myself in. Her asshole was incredibly tight. I looked up at her face, smiling from the pleasure and the situation. 

“I’m going to give you the ride of your life,” she said confidently. And then she let go of the pole. Instantly her weight pushed my cock inside her until her legs caught her. She gripped the pole again while we enjoyed the sensations. I pressed my muzzle to her chest and nipped her lightly. “Ooh, I like that Tree.” 
So I kept it up, a series of lovebites all over her barrel, and getting ever closer to her neck. Meanwhile, she was using the pole to perfectly control her thrusts, sometimes dropping all the way down, letting my cock stretch her out and enjoy the clenching pressure around it. Other times she would stop after an inch and pull herself back up. There was no pattern to it, and the intermittent pleasure was driving me crazy! 

“You like it, even if you won’t admit it,” she said a few moments later. I said nothing, but I bit her harder on the next spot. She moaned at the treatment, before letting one of her fore-hooves slip down to her honeypot, before touching herself with the digits. 

“M-maybe,” I said in a husky voice. The next stroke was a rare hilting on my member. I grabbed her rump with my hooves and held her there for a moment, just enjoying the feeling of her warm, tight ass around my cock. Then, I pulled my hooves away as fast as I could, before reversing the acceleration and smacking her ass with as much force as I could. The sound of hoof on toned ass carried throughout the room, with her moan following an instant after that. 

“Hell yeah!” A random stallion said in reply. 

“Hell yeah!” I yelled back, even as Fuzz smiled at the absurdity.

But my time was getting close to done, my member twitching heavily and leaking even more as my flare began to grow inside of her- 

“Cum in me,” she yelled loudly as my hooves held onto her tightly. I watched as her entire mode of fucking changed, her strokes becoming short and choppy, only bouncing an inch or three above my base. It was enough to make me bite down on her shoulder hard, and flare up to my max. She moaned at the treatments and the stretching, and a moment later I felt my cock explode in her ass, my entire body unwound, losing tension and cohesion- 

“Aaah!” She moaned heavily, before settling down on my cock heavily, her chest falling forward and coming into sweet, sweet contact with mine. 

“That was good,” she said a few moments later as she climbed off of my deflating member. There was a lot of cum dripping from her rear now, not that I was complaining. 

“It was, but I should be thanking you,” I said quietly, as the sounds of the orgy continued, renewed a little by our example. 

“Hey, you brought me presents and played along with my kinks, so no, I’m gonna thank you, like this,” Wireless Fuzz bent down and placed a heavy foreleg on my shoulder, her pressing her lips to mine in a simple kiss. There was no tongue, no hunger in it, simply thanks. 

“I can accept that,” I said as I pulled myself up and to my hooves. “Do you wanna take a shower?”

“Yes! But you’re gonna clean the cum out of my tail,” she replied with a grin. 


I smiled back. I loved this mare.



THE END