>It's late
>You're not sure how late it is, or how early it is, it's hard to tell from inside here
>Not like it would be easier outside, where it's always dark
>Not like it matters much with how nonexistent your sleep schedule is
>Not like you aren't usually on enough substances for that to not be an issue 
>You kinda just work when you're asked, and sleep or fuck around when you have time off
>You set is over now
>That means it's probably time to sleep, or go fuck around
>You look over your console as it shuts off
>The rest of the club is mostly empty
>It was fairly full before, you had a good crowd for your show
>Lots come for your show
>Most come for the strippers
>Though most strippers have less tits and ass than you
>You paid good money to make sure of that
>The crop-top you have shows quite a bit of underboob as a result 
>Most of your money goes into new augments and implants nowadays
>You like it that way
>Bones and muscles replacements made life a lot easier
>Built in skate wheels are neat
>The horn augments isn't technically legal, but it's nice
>The silent communication device is definitely illegal
>so is the concealed pulse blaster
>The voice modulator is great, even if it meant giving up your old vocal chords
>The interface port is basically required with your job
>The eye augments were neat, but you're hoping to get a full replacement one day
>You're pretty sure you were drunk when you got the drug milk mods
>The glowing navel and nipple piercings barely count, same for the split tongue, it's more aesthetic than anything else
>And then there's the cock
>The cock is nice
>Pretty visible bulge in your leggings 
>It does cum a lot
>The strippers like it too
>You should see if Shimmy Shake and Lighthoof are off their shifts and want a ride
>The place lets you fuck the strippers free of charge
>You keep your mouth shut about the contraband happening in the back
>That's the other main reason clients come here
>Not many clients now though
>You have another look around 
>There is one that catches your eye
>At the bar counter
>She looks new
>She looks like her clothes are too expensive to be coming to a place like this
>Fancy sparkly purple dress split on the side
>Earth pony
>Fat tits
>Drinking something
>You step away from the console and walk off your little podium
---
>You head towards the counter, still looking at the other mare
>Mainly her ass
>She's got more ass than most of the workers here
>You wouldn't mind humping it, but that probably wouldn't go well in front of the bartender
>You wonder what she's doing here
>Maybe she's here for the stuff in the back
>You sit down at the counter a few seats away from her, and keep looking at her as you wave to the bartender to get you your usual
>You don't like looking at his face
>It makes you feel funny
>Mostly the fact that he doesn't really have a face, more like a cobbling of different ocular pieces and wires
>He looks like one of those weird sculptures a druggie might make out of old cameras
>That would be weird enough by itself, but seeing that amount of modding on anyone gets a rise out of you, and you're not sure you're ready to come to terms with that yet
>The drink's in front of you a moment later
>You pick it up without looking and take a sip
>It's refreshing on the way down
>It's also supposed to hit like a truck, but you're so deep into a fucked sleep schedule and everything you drink being spiced up that it barely registers as more than a bump in your spirits
>Tastes nice though, you think there's some milk in it
>You've never asked, you probably don't want to know where the hell they'd get milk
>The mare is just sitting and looking around
>Grey coat, off-black mane, purple eyes, minimal modding
>Combed mane, little makeup, painted nails
>She definitely looks too classy for the place, even if she's packing a whore's dump track she's too refined to be one
>You could go for something different for a change
>It does look like she's spotted you staring, anyway
>You finish your drink
---
>You slide off your seat and move over to the one next to the mare
>You're pretty sure she's staring at the bulge down your thigh
>It is admittedly pretty hard to miss, between the tight leggings and how big you had it made
>You sit down next to her, and wave to the bartender for refills for both of you
>Now that you're this close you get a proper good look at her
>She's got at least some amount of augments on her hands and wrists
>Definitely some on her ears
>The tits are defying gravity a bit too much for it to be just the dress holding them, not that you mind
>Nothing else major, she actually looks more fleshy than the average client
>You don't know why someone with as much money as she must have wouldn't get more implants, but it's none of your business what she does with herself 
>Not yet anyway
>You're planning to change that
>She's looking at you, and hasn't made any signs she doesn't want you here, but hasn't said anything yet
>You shift your voice away from the wub noises you use during your sets and to your standard smooth pickup tone
>You're not sure how close it is to your old voice, you've kind of forgotten what that sounded like
>The throat implant was one of the first you got
"What's a pretty mare like you doing in a place like this, and not in my bed?"
>As you speak, you lean over and reach around with an arm
>You pinch her ass
>Damn it feels nice
>You wouldn't mind getting two handfuls of it
>She jolts up a little at the pinch, but doesn't seem to mind
>In fact, it looks like she's smirking
>She's blushing too, but that might be from the drink
>You got a look at what she's having when the refill came and you have a good guess that she's reaching out of her league
>Fucking pish posh ponies thinking they can handle real drinks
>She brings the refilled glass to her lips and has another sip, then looks at you with half lidded eyes
>"Well, I was just looking for some fun, but maybe I could find some there."
>She sips again and leans closer, and you're pretty sure she's thrusting out her chest a bit
>Hard to tell for sure with how big it is in the first place
>"Is everyone here so forward? Maybe I should have come here sooner."
>You take your chance
"But then you would have missed me being free."
>You drink from your glass and ogle her as she does the same to you
>You're pretty sure she came here to see something new, and now that she's had a taste for the drinks she looks like she'd enjoy trying the meat as well
>You could probably take her to the changing rooms, there ought to be a spare one free
---
>Ah, fuck the back rooms
>You'd much rather fuck her back room
>Right here if she's down for it, it's not like there's that many other clients left
>You stretch your arm out again and rest your hand on her ass
>She doesn't stop you
>You squeeze it
>She smiles at you
>"And that would have been quite a shame, huh?"
"That it would have."
>You turn slightly and lean forward
>She's leaning too
>Between the respective sizes of both your implants, even with yourselves apart by the space between the seats your chests are starting to press into each other
>You push your head forward, going for a kiss
>She stops you with a finger on your lips
>It's cold, metallic in a way
>She's smirking at you
>Maybe playing hard to get
>You smirk back and push out your tongue, one side of the split on each side of her finger
>She seems surprised, but in a good way
>You lift and bob an eyebrow high enough to be seen past your glasses
>You reach around her with your other arm too and squeeze her fat ass through her dress with both hands
>With how tight it is around her, you wonder what she'd look like from behind bent over
>You lick up her finger on both sides, and push your tits into hers
>You're about to turn on your nip piercings and give her nipples a good old rub, but something stops you
>The bartender speaks directly into your comm implant from his, in that creepy robotic voice of his
>"Take it backstage. We don't want a client fucked over the counter again."
>You pout a little as you draw back your tongue and chest, but give him a little nod
>You stand up and quickly offer your hand to the mare
"I know a place where we can get a bit more privacy, come with me."
>She looks at you, downs the rest of her drink, then takes your hand and stands up
>You quickly lead her to a door beside the counter, pretending the label reading 'personnel only' isn't there
>The automated security system on the other side gives you a lifeless quizzical look beyond the door, but no action is taken as you lead the mare through the corridor
>Rumor has it the security system used to be a pony, whose brain got integrated into the digital parts as his body decayed
>Probably just a fancy story, but you wouldn't mind ending up like that instead of kicking the bucket
>Not for another handful of decades though, obviously
>Implants and mods mean you can practically stay in the equivalent of your twenties until at least your eighties
>Maybe even one-hundreds or more with high enough quality implants and replacements
>Then your body kinda collapses as natural aging fucks over those parts you couldn't replace
>Full brain to system integration is out of almost anyone's pay range, and improper attempts are more likely to have you end up as a cyber ghost or something, or so the rumor goes
>Rumor goes the price is kept ludicrously high to stop commoners from achieving virtual immortality too
>You don't really care
>What's the point of living in a state you can't get your dick sucked in, anyway?
>Speaking of which, yours is making it almost hard to walk, near fully erect down your leg
>Thankfully the leggings are sturdy enough not to tear
>Thankfully you had the foresight to have a mentally regulated fluid valve added, so you don't leak all over yourself when it's not necessary
>You pick a room to the side you have a good guess is empty, and sure enough there's no one in it
>You turn the lights on, let the mare walk in, close and lock the door
>It's a changing room, decently large, a mirror with a chair and a desk on one end, a foldable screen in a corner, clothes hangers on the walls
>Space enough on the floor, or you could probably bring in a mattress from somewhere if she's picky
"Where were we?"
>You go up to the mare, in front of her, and place both hands on her asscheeks while pressing your tits into hers
>You'll never get tired of the feeling of breast implants against breast implants
>Your cock is pressing against her thighs through your leggings
"I think you were asking me to show you some fun, yeah?"
---
>"That I was."
>She reaches out and grabs your ass with her hands through your leggings
>You push your dick into her leg and grind your bulge against her
>She lets go of you and leans back, and begins to pull off her dress
>"How about you get your little friend some air time too?"
>You don't need to be told twice, especially as you see her without the dress
>Underneath she's only wearing somewhat frilly pink lingerie, and damn she's thicc in all the right places
>You slide down your leggings as she hangs her dress on a clothes hanger and unclasps her bra, and your dick stands hard and straight as you get a good look at her naked ass, then at her tits as she turns around
>She gives a little theatrical gasp upon seeing your length, hand on her mouth and all, before her gaze turns sultry and she bites her lower lip
"How about you introduce him to those puppies you have?"
>Your brain's almost on autopilot as you focus on those fat boobs of hers
>The way they stay so firm despite the size and clear weight is just turning you on more
>She chuckles and makes her way in front of you
>"Allright then, but no throat. I need my voice healthy."
>She kneels down in front of you
>You're not sure what's hotter, looking down and seeing her below you in front of your cock or looking towards the mirror and getting a sideways view of the same scene
>You stop caring as soon as she wraps her tits around your dick and starts stroking it with them
>You'll literally never regret getting pleasure sensors on the whole length
>Massive as her tits are, and they're definitely fucking big even if less than yours, your cock's still big enough it pokes out the top while cradled in her cleavage
>She clearly noticed that too, and with every downwards bob of her bust she leans forward and gives your tip a lick or a kiss
>Sometimes she stops and stays on it a bit longer, circling it with her tongue or sliding it around the top
>She's got more talent and skill for it than some of the girls working here, and the way she teases you is driving you wild
>You start to thrust and hump into her chest, much to her clear amusement
>The devilish teasing she's got going on with her tongue is in stark contrast to the sheer bluntness of what her tits are doing to you
>The firmness of her implants and the way she's pushing them together means you may as well be thrusting into a heated sextoy
>But the texture is amazing too, smooth enough to allow for clean sliding, absolutely amazing against your shaft, and with just enough give to wrap pleasantly around your shape
>Your tongue lolls out of your mouth as you start panting, and your piercings start to glow and vibrate just to give yourself that extra stimulation
>Between the thrusting and teasing and how absolutely sextastic she looks, now that you don't have to worry about clothes you're starting to leak
>And when you leak, you're practically pushing out more lube than what some ponies cum in two or three orgasms
>Literally on both fronts, you paid good money both to have your pre be perfect as lube and to have as much as you could
>What's the point of improving on nature if you don't throw its limitations in the trash, anyway?
>Her tits are slick, oily and shiny in a matter of seconds, and she stops licking you for a moment in favour of just watching you with lustful fascination
>With the added lubrication and your lust building up, your thrusts grow in speed and intensity
>You brace yourself on the mare's shoulders and swing your hips back and forth, letting your cock glide in and out of the tight confines of her cleavage
>You're almost using her as a toy now, not that she's complaining
>In fact, now that you're doing the moving she's content with stretching out her tongue and giving your cock passing licks when it pokes out, all while giving you bedroom eyes
>Between how good she feels, how she's acting, how good she looks and how pent up you were, as always after a night of working while watching the workers around you do their thing, you're extremely close to bursting
>You grit your teeth and groan in pleasure, bending forward a bit
"I'm about to..."
>Her reaction is immediate
>She stops pushing her tits together, one of her hands goes to your arm to push it gently off her shoulder, and the other places a cold metal finger right on your shaft's leaking hole
>You stop thrusting, dazed both by your near climax and by her reaction, and look at her in confusion
>"Sorry, but cum is a bitch to get out of my mane, I can't have you shooting over my face."
>She lifts her finger, a sticky trail of pre connecting it to your throbbing cock, and licks it seductively
>"Besides..."
>She stands up, turns around, and drops to her knees again, then bends forward with her chest down to the ground 
>"It's not fair you get all the fun."
>She spreads her fat asscheeks by reaching back with her hands, and moves her panties to the side to reveal her dripping wet snatch
>She looks back at you with a clear expression and a raised eyebrow
>"Come on. Don't keep a lady waiting."
---
>You don't need to be told twice
>Especially with your cock still throbbing and leaking
>On the other hand, you're not sure you'd last more than a minute inside her in these conditions
>As much as you want to nut, you do want to give her a good time too
>Maybe you could give her a ride with your tongue
>She did seem interested in that
>But your dick is telling you to go wild on and in her
>You're distracted enough by your inner musings about how to enjoy her pussy that, stepping forward, you trip on your leggings and fall down
>You catch yourself with your arms before hitting the ground, and end up on your knees with your face inches away from her snatch
>Cunnilingus it is then, you guess
>You adjust your hips so your dick isn't thrusting into the floor, and shut your valve so you stop leaking on it, then bury your face between her asscheeks
>She's got so much ass
>It's basically all you can see, and it admittedly feels pretty nice around your face
>Not that different from her tits, smooth and warm and velvety and firm but with the right amount of give on the surface
>You're gonna have to spank it and do some hotdogging later
>For now, you push your split tongue forward and get it over her labia, and begin to lap at her pussy
>Though muffled by the asscheeks around you, her moans tell you she's enjoying it
>Her pussy tastes like pussy, which is better than what they usually taste when you get to the strippers after their shifts
>Not that you hate occasionally eating the cum out of them, but this is a decent change of pace
>There's also hints of something else, besides the obvious lack of sweat
>Maybe perfume or something
>You did notice she smells pretty nice
>Satisfied with your lapping and teasing, your tongue snakes its way deeper into her
>You're pretty sure you heard a stifled moan from the mare
>She's surprisingly tight even around just your tongue
>Your cock twitches in anticipation at what it might be like to be in there
>You scoot closer with your legs, and put your hands on her hips, then pull yourself deeper
>Your tongue writhes around inside her flesh, the split end pushing in opposite directions as you twist it around to cover all the surface
>One of your hands finds its way around the mountain of ass encircling your head and you bring it below her labia, quickly finding her clit and beginning to stroke against it
>She's shaking under your ministrations, pussy clenching around your tongue and leaking into your mouth thicker traces of her building arousal
>The smell and taste are getting to your head, and she's clearly getting closer to an orgasm herself
>Maybe it's finally time you give it to her hard
>Your tongue twists and turn inside her, your hand rubbing her clit in a frenzy while the other digs its fingers into the flesh of her ass
>Your head's getting foggy with pent up lust, and though your cock is prevented from leaking you can feel the buildup at the base of the shaft
---
>Time to rut her
>You pull your head back
>Your tongue slides out of her with a wet sloppy sound
>You pull it back into your mouth, sucking up the trail of saliva and juices that still connects you to her
>If you weren't already at your limit, this would probably do you in anyway
>Before she has time to complain about your sudden lack of action, you spread both her asscheeks with your hands and reposition yourself
>While you aim the tip of your cock against her entrance, you allow yourself to leak again, and immediately your pre begins to mix with her arousal
>Just a moment more of waiting and then you slide yourself in, nice and slow
>You hear the mare stifling a moan and see her bringing a hand to her mouth as you push into her
>Fuck she's tight
>In a good way, though
>Enough resistance to hug your whole cock, but not so much as to make thrusting a struggle
>You'd suspect she had something done to her pussy if you weren't too busy enjoying it to be lucid
>It feels every bit as amazing as fucking a tight warm wet cunt can, it's like every part of her length is fitting itself around you
>Even despite your size, and you made sure to be quite excessive there as well, you have no trouble pushing into her
>A few seconds later you bottom out, and for a moment just enjoy how absolutely amazing she feels around your dick
>It's almost like you can feel her pussy sucking and pulling on your shaft
>And sliding back feels amazing too, the surface velvety and absolutely perfect as it glides on your length
>You get about two thirds of the way out, then you swing forward again, all the way
>In and out, in and out
>You quickly get into a rhythm, the amount of lubrication from both of your fluids ensuring you can slide into her without worrying about obtrusive friction while still enjoying the pressure of her tightness
>You're both leaking so much it slides down your length and onto your balls, the wet cold tingle of fluids passing there an extra bit of stimulation on top of what you're feeling
>You clench your teeth and hiss in pleasure, trying not to blow yet
>You've just about started rutting her after all
>Thrust after thrust you build into a rhythm, balls swinging back and forth as your crotch presses against the mare's ass every time you go deeper in her
>You're going at a decent pace, enjoy short thrusts that don't quite get you to bottoming out but allow you to keep things steady
>At least, you're doing so until suddenly the mare pushes her as back into you while you're thrusting, making you hilt in her again
>"Harder."
>It's the first thing she's said in a while that's words and not moans, and it's spoken almost more as a command than as a request
>Taking your eyes off her ass for a moment, you see her looking back at you, face reddened and an expression on it that tells you she means exactly what she said
>You don't need to be told twice
>Grabbing onto her wide hips for support, you start to recalibrate your pace
>With every thrust you go as deep as you can manage, with every backstroke you pull out enough to give you room to charge forward again
>Your balls are swinging wildly now, fluids are splattering about, squirting out of her pussy as you push into it
>Your hips start to smack into her ass, and watching it ripple beneath you is all the more encouraging
>So is her loud moaning and the way she's starting to meet your thrusts when possible
>The tempo of your rut grows quicker and quicker, the beat of your flesh against hers building up to a crescendo
>She's panting hard, but so are you
>Her insides are still a vice around your shaft, only made warmer and slicker by the increased fucking, and you barely have the presence of mind to think of anything that isn't thrusting
>You know you're going to blow soon, you can feel it building up in your balls and in the base of your shaft
>Not wanting to cum without making sure she's enjoyed herself as well, you light your horn and begin to feverishly rub her clit with your magic
>Least you can do for someone as nice to you as she's been so far, really
>Turns out, she was probably as close to her breaking point as you are, and the sudden assault on her button isn't something she was prepared for
>Just a moment after you begin to buzz away on it, you hear her let out a deep, breathy, throaty hiss
>Her frame quakes, almost stumbling forward, and her dam breaks
>Your thighs are drenched in a sudden surge of her juices, and the inside of her pussy seizes up
>If it was suckling on you before, now her cunt is downright trying to squeeze the cum out of you, suddenly so tight you get stuck trying to pull back and twitching all around your cock
>That breaks your resolve as well
>With one last push you go as deep into her as you can manage, while your balls quiver and tighten
>Grunting in pleasure while your brain goes white for seconds, you begin to unload into her
>Every shot of cum from your dick has got more in it than some get out of a whole orgasm, all hot and thick and heavy
>Your shaft quakes as it unleashes a blast after another of cum into the mare, and through your orgasmic haze you're distantly aware of her gasping in pleasured shock, perhaps at the size of your loads, perhaps at their quality
>You keep going for several seconds, panting heavily throughout it and partly bending down over her, sweating
>Every nerve in your body is alight in post coital bliss, the feeling of the afterglow electric on your skin
>Mentally and physically you cun way harder than you were biologically supposed to, and you wouldn't have it any other way
>Once you're done giving your best unintentional impression of a robot undergoing pneumatic failure in its servos, and having left a small but noticeable bulge in the mare's stomach, you begin to pull back, sighing in contentment
>You don't even make it halfway out
>Suddenly the mare twists around on your dick, getting on her back while keeping you inside her, the feeling of torsion and rubbing on your cock so soon after cumming enough to make you shoot another rope and have your brain almost fizzle out for a second
>Lying on her back she looks up at your face with an expression you're used to seeing on particularly tweaked up clients, and before you can do or say anything else she locks her legs around your hips and pushes your cock back in
>Her arms reach out and her hands grip your wrists tight enough to make the presence of implants powering her fingers unmistakable
>She's panting and sweating, and you're pretty sure there's dried up drool over her cleavage and chin
>"Another one."
---
>You're still panting, and still hard, but your cock's still overly sensitive after cumming and you'd rather not risk overstimulation
>Not that you have something against another round, and you know you've still got more than enough cum in you, but you'd like to take a moment to breathe
>You try to buy yourself some time with compliments
>Your brain still scrambled from the pounding you gave her, there's not much you can come up with that isn't what you can see
"You took that pretty well, girl."
>Her hands are still holding your wrists, and she's still looking at you half-crazed
"That was damn nice, really. And you don't look half bad, sweating and panting with my cum filling you up. That face you're making just makes me wanna pou-"
>You don't finish your sentence, as suddenly her hands leave your wrists and grab at your nipples through your top, twisting them
>She forcefully pulls you down over her, until your tits are squished against each other's and her mouth is next to your ear
>Her voice is full of lust, and a lot less measured than it was before 
>"I came here to get screwed, not to be told how pretty I am."
>You cock gives a twitch inside her, and if you weren't hard before you would be now
>"So start pounding the fuck out of me right now, bitch."
>Something about her words flicks a switch inside your head
>You reposition your neck to be face to face with her, but don't say anything
>Before she even has a chance to see your face properly, you go in for a rough kiss, then go in deeper
>Your tongue easily parts her soft, welcoming lips, but you don't stop there
>Dominating and coiling against her tongue, you push yours, still wet with her juices, into her throat
>You can feel her moan wildly around you as you begin to thrust it back and forth or wrap your tongue around hers to play with it, but soon both of you barely care to notice about what's going on there
>Just a moment after you have her distracted with your tongue, you reach out to her thighs with your hands and with the full strength of your implants easily break her leg lock
>You push her legs up your sides until you have your hands below the back of her knees and her knees almost flanking her head, and you lean down onto her with all your weight, forcing her her snatch to angle upwards slightly
>Then, immediately after you have her in a proper mating press, you begin to pound into her
>If she wants you to go all out on her, she's damn well gonna get it
>Your fingers dig into her fleshy legs and thighs as the loud smacks of your body against hers echoes in the room
>Her moan rumble in her your head, muffled by your mouth as she's half gagging around your tongue
>You feel her squirm beneath you, maybe in uncontrolled pleasure or maybe to get free, doesn't matter
>If she really wants out she can always bite your tongue
>Your tits, their piercings still buzzing and glowing, rub fiercely against her chest, the firmness of the implants on both of you making every movement rough between the two sets pressed so tightly together
>It feels like you're hammering her into the ground, and you're enjoying every second of it
>The smell of sex and sweat fills the room, potent against your nostrils as your top stains with her previous drool and your own dried pre by being pressed against her chest
>You can distantly feel how her hands found their way on your back and her nails are clawing at your skin and neck, but you barely care about that
>Your brain is focused wholly, almost literally given the sheer amount of sensors there, on the way your cock feels inside her
>It's amazing, somehow even better than it was before now that you're really going at it
>You're as hard as you've ever been, almost painfully so, your dick as big and tense and stimulated as it can be, that kind of wholly encompassing feeling from base to tip that you can seldom achieve with masturbation or your usual quickies
>Your balls are slapping against the mare's asscheeks with every thrust, tense and buzzing like they're one with your cock as you fuck her
>Her insides are perhaps even better now than they were before
>You can tell she wanted this, because she's fucking leaking almost as much as you
>If you weren't in a complete rutting frenzy, you'd wonder if she's had her pussy remodeled and enhanced or something
>Either way, between your thick pre flowing unrestricted and even encouraged from your dick and her canal pouring out her own juices, every stab into her depths is slick and wet, with practically no opposition against your strength and with so many fluids involved that some periodically squirt out around your fat shaft and coat her ass and your balls and both of your crotches
>You're pretty sure some of your own cum from the previous orgasm is making it out too
>You put all your strength into screwing her, your lust and pleasure overpowering the tiredness you might feel after a work shift and a previous rutting
>Every full trhust into her cunt and back out sets off fireworks all along the length of your dick, but it's so much pleasure at this point you can't even focus on any of it
>You don't know when your orgasm will come and you don't care, all you care about is to keep going and going as hard as you can
>Each plunge into the other's insides sends sparks up your spine and makes uour head go white
>Each backstroke has your heart pounding and your skin tingle with goosebumps
>You can feel her moaning into you, drooling around your tongue and in your mouth, writhing beneath you
>You're hyperventilating, breathing her own huffed breaths, locking eyes with her through your glasses and seeing only unfocused pools of arousal and desire
>You're pistoning in and out of her so hard and fast your hips are a blur, your body only capable of keeping this pace thanks to all the alterations you've put it through
>Suddenly you feel her cumming around your
>She starts thrashing beneath you, her eyes rolls back, her heart pounds so hard you can feel it and her pussy gushes out around your cock and sprays her juices enough to dampen your ass as well
>You don't stop
>You can't stop at this point, all you know is thrusting furiously
>Even with the vice-like grip of her quivering pussy, you keep your pace, the increased tightness only managing to somehow heighten your sensation further without slowing you down
>Time is losing all meaning, there's only your current thrust and the next one, over and over, pleasure building without a clear end in sight
>You just know at some point you'll burst, but you're far past the point of pacing yourself and controlling what you're doing
>She cums again, screaming around your tongue as her back arches and her tits almost push the air out of your lungs as they press into yours
>As she's shaking and twitching, on a backstroke seemingly like all the others, something like snaps
>Maybe it's the way your tip hit a bump in her tight insides, maybe how the cool air hit your balls, maybe you just reached your limit
>You slam down again at full force, balls tightening up and throbbing, and you hold yourself there
>And you cum
>Your whole body is shaking, your whole mind is only on your orgasm, there's nothing else for you right now
>You don't even have spurts at this point
>Your cock stays painfully tense and hard as you let out a thick, hot, uninterrupted stream of cum as deep into her as you managed to get for several seconds straight
>Eventually, after longer than someone's whole orgasm might last, you go back to spurts, still pushing out unreasonableness amounts
>The white nothingness of your climax gives way to overstimulated numbness as still you find yourself cumming into her, your body lying atop hers
>You cum, and cum, and cum, feeling her belly bulging a bit against yours as you pump her full, the heat seeping through her body
>Maybe minutes pass, you can't tell, you're panting and covered in sweat and lying over her, your tongue out of her mouth and your head over her shoulder, and still your cock twitches and spurts
>You hear her moan and stutter incoherently, feel her pussy quiver around your dick as the last dredges and aftershocks of her lengthened climax die down
>Finally your cock twitches one last time, and though it's still hard you feel you can't have it spurts even if you try to flex it yourself
>You mentally shut your piercings off
>Slowly, tiredly, you let go of her thighs, and as they press against your shoulders you push yourself off the ground with your arms
>Her pussy grips and milks your cock on its way out, letting the last of your cum still in it forcefully flow out as you unsheathe yourself from her
>Still panting heavily, your shaft now free, you give her a look to make sure she's alright
>Her face is dazed and her mouth is leaking drool all over, but she's breathing still
>You roll off to the side and land on the ground beside her with a heavy thud
>Your hand reaches out to her and rests over her bulging, cum-filled belly, feeling the warmth of the load you dumped into her
>You look to the ceiling and sigh in contentment, until you feel her own hand wander over to you and lazily stroke your dick
"I don't think I have a third round in me right now."
>She keeps lazily caressing your shaft, and props herself up on a side with her other arm, looking at you
>Despite how dishevelled she looks, she's regained most of her formal and proper air
>You'd be surprised to know a mare with this attitude was screaming as you pummeled her cooch just minutes before
>She looks at you with an odd expression you can't quite decipher, then rubs some drool away from her chin
>"Are you going to tell me your name?"
---
"Name's Vinyl."
>You let yourself enjoy the sensation of her gently rubbing your dick
"Feel free to scream that next time I'm pounding you."
>You smirk at her
>She smirks back
>"Assuming there will be a next time."
>You frown a little, but a squeeze on your shaft and a chuckle from her reassure you she's just teasing
>"As if I'd let go of a fuck this good."
>She scoots in a little closer
"You took that one like a champ. Where'd you find a pussy that good by the way?"
>"Not anywhere you could afford."
>She looks you over
>"Although I guess you've spent enough on yourself to match that one, just never in one place."
>She keeps stroking your dick, now a more proper jerking motion, and looks it over in its half hard state
>"Thanks, by the way. Although I have taken bigger ones."
>She looks back at you, and leans in for a quick peck on your nose with her lips
>"Most of them lack your skill though."
>She's let go of your cock and has moved on to massaging and squeezing your balls, as if not content with wringing them dry before
"Hah. Thanks, I guess."
>You're unsure of how to take her backhanded compliment
>You are sure you want to know more about her
"And you? What's your name?"
>She seems to hesitate for a moment, and though her face doesn't show it you can feel it in the way her fingers twitch differently on your balls
>After what you just went through they're kind of extremely sensitive
>"Call me Melody."
>She smiles at you
>You reach out and teasingly pinch one of her nipples
"Alright then, Melody. Wanna take a shower together?"
>She seems to not mind the nip twist
>"Sure. Lead the way then."
>She lazily gets up
>You were expecting to see cum trickle down her thighs, and had half a mind to offer to clean her up while having her return the favour, but as she stands not a single drop makes it out of her pussy, leaving her belly bulging as before
>Damn she really must have paid a fortune for it
>She goes to take her dress, then looks at herself and changes her mind
>"Think you can carry that in your magic?"
>She flutters her eyelids at you
>You shrug, get up, and grab your leggings in a hand while taking her dress and bra in your telekinesis
>You're pretty sure staff won't mind you two walking around naked backstage for a bit
>To the showers then
---
>You walk together towards the showeres, Melody following behind, and you sway your hips to let her have a good look at your ass
>No one around, but you wonder if someone's going to jerk it to the security footage
>You wouldn't be surprised if it was being sold illegally
>It's not like half the stuff they sell here is any more legal anyway
>That's what makes the place fun
>And unlikely to question some of your own purchases
>You arrive at the shower room, overstepping the door a little and then turning towards it to give Melody another look at your cock before opening it
>You walk in, and immediately toss both her clothes and yours in the cleaner
>"Careful with that. It's not cheap."
>You begin to take off your top and see Melody doing the same with her panties
>The glasses stay on though
"I'm sure you can afford it."
>You don't bother locking the door, walk to the far wall and wait for her
>You're not sure if the door can be locked anyway
>She walks up to you
>Damn she looks good
>Tits that you know feel every bit as amazing as they're huge, and her belly bulge is making you twitch again
>You give her ass a squeeze as she stands next to you, and flip on the shower with your other hand
>The sterile room temperature stream of cleansing dust sprays at a constant pace from the faucet above you
>You never really bothered to figure out how this stuff works, but it does its job
>Better than water, you're told
>You never did shower with water
>You're not sure you've ever seen clear water
>Not really something you care about
>Water is the lamest drink anyway, it's funny it's rich ponies' stuff just because it's rare
>You scrub the sweat and other fluids off yourself while Meldoy does the same next to you
>She sure talks big for someone who was begging you to pound her
>But she does seem to enjoy screwing around, giving and receiving
>You do wonder how much exactly
>She's distracted right now
>She doesn't see you until it's too late, and even then she's not strong enough
>Maybe she should have spent some money on her limbs and not just on her cunt
>You pin her wrists against the wall with your hands
>Your tits press against her own and your dick slides between her thighs, and you slide it a bit back and forth
>The cleansing dust makes it surprisingly smooth process
>Her belly bulges enough from all your cum to subtly brush against yours if you arch your back the right way
>You shift your hips a bit so your cock occasionally taps against her lower lips and clit, and stare intently at her with a smirk while her arms tense, but still fail to escape your grip
>You grind against her, cleaning both your bodies under the stream
"So, rich girl. What are you planning? Gonna just take my seed and leave, or will you at least take me to dinner?"
>She looks at you and snickers
>"It's closer to breakfast time. Why don't you let me go and I show you exactly what I have in mind?"
>She tries to escape again, but you hold
>At least she doesn't look like she's hating this, but you did already know she's a kinky bitch
"Nuh-uh. Not after everything you said, girl. All that teasing deserves a bit of retaliation, don't you think?"
>You lean in closer and turn on your nip piercings, and start to basically slap her pussy with your dick
>She leans a bit forward too, and you suddenly feel her thighs squeezing around your dick
>Her voice is low and husky as she speak
>"You let me go and we get dressed again, and I show you what I have in mind. Or, you try to go for another round here, and we see how much pressure your pole can take before it's flattened."
>Her arms stop struggling and relax
>Her legs slide forward slightly, and one of her knees rests against your balls
>"I like you, Vinyl. I really do. But I'm not buying you upgrades if I break something intentionally, so play nice, will you?"
>The dust stream still pours slowly over both of you as she looks at you with a smile
---
>You stare intently at Melody for a while, then eventually let go of her wrists, and carefully slide back so your balls are out of range from her knee
>Damn if sliding your cock out of her thighs doesn't feel good
>You don't turn your nipple piercings off though, you just go back to scrubbing yourself, putting particular, unnecessary care on rubbing your shaft
>Out the corner of your eye you see Melody doing the same
>And then, very innocently, your horn lights up as she's looking down at herself
>You smirk at the subtle yelp that comes from her as you twist her nipples, just for a moment
>She glares daggers at you, but doesn't make a move
>You reproduce a whistling tune with your vocal implants, deliberately off key to upset her
>Hard to miss how her talents lie in music considering the size of the ass her cutie mark is on, even without the name and all
>"You know, I could buy sex toys more expensive than your entire body."
>You flick her clit with your magic
"But you can't buy my personality."
>That much is true
>Proper high grade AI is restricted to Tartarus and back, and rich as she might be Melody's here breathing the same air as you, so she's not in the high leagues
>Assuming the air filtered domes rumours are true anyway
>Melody doesn't reply, which probably counts as a win
>The shower continues, some scrubbing, mostly teasing
>A flick there, a rub here, trying to get a reaction out of the girl
>She does a good job not showing any, but even if she had an internal neural shut off system you know for sure she's not using it now
>She's too much of a fucking pervert not to let herself enjoy what you're doing to her, even if she refuses to yield
>Stubborn bitch
>"Well, I think I'm done here."
>Oh no you don't
>As she's about to head back to the exit, you pin her against the wall again
>Not by her wrists this time, you just press your body into hers
>"Vinyl, what-"
>You push your fat fake tits into hers, nipples buzzing against her own
>Your split tongue forces its way into her mouth and almost into her throat
>Your hands grab her ass and hips while your cock strokes her pussy
>You grind yourself against her like that, then pull slightly back, drool and spit connecting your mouths
>"Do you ever think of something other than sex?"
"Sadly. I try not to."
>The only way you can accurately describe her face is that she looks like she's in heat
>One of her hands pushes against your back, pressing your body into her and into her cum-filled belly
>The other rises to your cheek and rests on your neck
>And then she chokes
>Not hard enough to break anything, but just so, enough that you can feel your internal components creak beneath her fingers
>"Please be a good girl for me, Vinyl dear. I promise we'll both enjoy ourselves if you play along."
>She doesn't wait for an answer, let's go of you and goes to get dressed again
>Though on the way there, she pinches your ass
>Hard enough it would probably snap steel and crush concrete
>It fucking hurts
>The absolute bitch
>You shut the dust stream and fetch your clothes so you can catch up to her before she's out the door
>Stars bless modern cleaning machines
>Thankfully throwing on a top and leggings is faster than what she's got going on
>Silly ponies and their silly underwear, it just gets in the way
>To be fair it's not like there's anything that could contain what you've got in your pants
>Even if it's out of them more often than not
>Melody leads the way back to the front
>It annoys you how she remembers the place enough not to need your guidance again already
>Back into the main area
>Fewer clients still
>A dead guy on the counter
>Most of him at least
>Missing some chest and a bit of head
>You eye the bartender, questioningly
>He nods towards an armed stallion standing near the entrance
>Not part of security
>You're distracted by Melody speaking to the bartender, apparently not giving a shit about the dead guy
>"How much for her?"
>She's pointing at you
>You look between the bartender and her
>The bartender looks between her and you
>Probably
>Hard to tell with how his face is and all
>You can tell by the pause that they're communicating somehow, and you can't seem to intercept it
>You use your internal comm to speak directly with him
"Dude, what the fuck. You're not thinking about it seriously, are you?"
>Their silent convo is over too fast for you to try to figure out how they're going about it
>Melody turns away, and beckons you with a movement of her hand
>"Come along, dear. Your ass is my property now."
---
>You stare at her dumbly
"For real?"
>You stare back at the bartender
"For real?"
>He just shrugs
>Melody is halfway across the room now, looking back at you
>"Come along, will you?"
>You stare at her a bit longer, then shrug
"At least let me get my stuff."
>She huffs
>"I'll have it sent to my place; not like you own much anyway. Now move."
>You roll your eyes, but all things considered this isn't too bad
>Probably
>You're not exactly sure what she's buying you for
>You should really ask about that
>Shifting your clothes a little so you're covered a bit better, you follow behind her towards the exit
>As she passes, she nods to the stallion standing next to the exit, and he steps out first
>You step a little closer to her, curious
"So, uh... what's up with the dead guy?"
>It's not that these kind of things don't happen somewhat regularly
>But if your supposed owner is involved you feel like you want to hear the full story
>Melody doesn't slow down or even turn as she answers
>"He started asking questions he shouldn't have, about me."
>You step out into the street
>The sky is almost darker than the club, and certainly a lot more grey
>You can't tell where the clouds start and the smoke ends
>Not that it's ever been any different, you only know because you've seen tapetrips of what clouds used to look like
"You didn't seem surprised."
>"Bolt told me he'd blown off his brains around the time you blew your load. Some of us can think about more than one thing at a time."
>She doesn't spare you a glance as she steps inside the hovercar parked in front of you
>Sleek, black, dark windows, clearly expensive but not too show-offy
>You give 'Bolt' a look as he steps in a front seat
>Pegasus, black coat, light buzz cut mane, sunglasses, bulging muscles under his shirt that are probably implants, very illegal looking and too big gun at his side
>You wonder if he's compensating, but it certainly explains the holes in the other guy
>You notice Melody keeping a door open for you, and slide in
>It closes behind you and the car starts going immediately
>You have a look around
>The inside is more luxurious than you'd have guessed, spacious and with comfy off-purple cushioned seats
>There's even a refrigerated basket with some bottles
>You look over to Melody and see her letting some cum out of her pussy and into a wine glass
>You have to stop yourself from ripping your leggings apart with a throb, and only because you don't have other clothes on hand
>You watch in silence as she brings it to her lips and sips on it
>Eventually you force enough blood back to your head to remember how to talk
"So how much did you pay for me, anyway?"
>Melody laughs
>"Less than you'd hope, and more than you could afford. I think they were tired of you fucking the clients for free though."
>She goes back to sipping on your cum as she stares out the window
>You flex your vocal implants for a moment
"And my new job is what? Being your personal dildo? I didn't think you were that much of a pervert."
>You try to put some spunk into it, even if the situation makes it a bit hard, your whole life being flipped around in a moment and all
>That and Melody is lapping up cum from the glass like a dog, which kinda makes it hard to concentrate
>She swallows, very slowly
>"More or less."
>She flashes you a very cold look and a grin, one that really makes you feel like you're not in charge
>She didn't feel like this back at the club
>"I think sexdoll is a more appropriate term, though, I intend to enjoy all of you for myself."
>She reaches out with a hand and pinches your nipple
>It hurts
>"You'll be staying at my place, and try to remember who literally owns your ass now. Be a good girl and maybe I'll even consider getting you some upgrades, okay?"
>You can actually hear the fabric in your leggings strain as you fail to stop your dick in time
>Pussy is good and hers is great, but it's nothing you can't get elsewhere
>But implants are expensive, and dammit if you don't want more of them
>Probably a side effect of poor installs frying your neural reward system, or so the last surgeon said before a bj got him to upgrade you anyway
>You just nod
>You're still not sure if you trust Melody, but getting implants as a reward for fucking some of the best pussy you've ever had sounds almost too good to be true, and you're probably too stupid to worry about that fact
>Speaking of good pussy
"What exactly did you have them do to your cunt?"
>Melody smirks again, though this time it seems like it's out of pride
>"Top of the line stuff. Maybe I'll take you to the same place when I decide you've been good enough."
>She serves herself a cum refill
>"Fully controllable piston implants all around the whole thing. It's pretty useful, and I meant it when I said I could crush you with it. I could hang off the ceiling gripping a carbon fiber cable with this thing."
>You're not sure why, but it feels like she's speaking from experience
>"I'm sure you've noticed the hand implants too. Those are mostly for my job, but they're useful too."
>She has a look out the window
>"Well, almost there. Are you in, or do we rip off your implants and toss what's left off the bridge?"
>The car comes to a stop
>You feel an interference field jam your pulse blaster, and the prickle of a gun's magnetic sights on your skin
>Melody learns forward and strokes your cock through your leggings
>"So?"
---
>You can tell the gun is out of reach
>Probably 'Bolt' on the other side of the barrier between the front and back seats
>Not that you'd need a gun pointed at you to know what to do here
>The choice is almost too obvious
>Still, you wanna play it cool
>With a confident smirk, you reach a hand towards Melody's glass
>You try to make it a cool and slick motion
>Keyword being 'try'
>It looks more awkward than anything, and the way you shift your hips to reach forward doesn't really work out with the erection you have going on
>Thankfully, it looks like Melody is too befuddled by whatever the fuck you're trying to do to stop you
>She basically drops the glass on accident when you reach for it, letting you catch it with only some drops of cum spilled
>Melody looks at the stains left on the seats with a venomous glare
>"You'll be paying for those."
"Relaxe, babe."
>You bring the glass to your fuckhuge tits, lift your top, and let out a squirt of laced milk into it
>You pass the glass back to Melody
"So, when do I begin?"
>Melody stares at the glass
>Then she looks at your attempt at a cool smirk
>She snatches the glass in her hand
>"You're lucky I think you're hot. Don't make me regret it."
>She still has a sip from the glass
>She seems to calm a little after it
>She looks at you
>"Well? What are you waiting for? Come on, get off."
"Like, right now?"
>She grunts, rolls her eyes, and nods towards the door
>You can't feel the gun being pointed at you anymore, even if your own weapon is still jammed
>Shrugging, you turn and get off the luxurious hovercar
>You vaguely recognise this part of town, though you've never been here yourself
>It's just hard not to notice the big ass black skyscrapers you can see from all around town
>One's right before you, a pillar of glass and metal jutting skywards like a slick onyx needle, to tall to properly see the top
>And speaking of big ass, Melody disembarks right behind you and immediately has her hand around your behind
>Squeezing hard with those finger implants of hers, hard enough you worry she's going to bust your own ass implants open
>She gives you a rough tug/shove as she nods forward
>"Come on, girl. Don't waste more of my time."
>She still has her glass in her hand as she walks forward, keeping you close by your behind like you're a dog on a leash
>She sips on the laced cum a little more, and smells it
>"Good shit you've got in your tits, by the way. Remind me not to break them."
>Bolt dismounts from the front and silently watches you two with his weapon drawn as you get to the entrance
>He stays outside though
>Once you're in through the huge crystal double doors, you can see another bodyguard nod to Melody, though you don't get a good look at her
>Before you can do that, or properly appreciate how fucking expensive everything looks in the huge entrance atrium you're in, with its red carpets and fakewood furniture, Melody moves her hand up and forces you to turn towards her
>"Eyes on me. We're going up to my place. I don't want you looking around here."
>She brings you to the nearest elevator, which opens instantly
>The inside is all chrome and mirrors, and bigger than some rooms you've lived in
>Melody passes her wrist next to a panel, and the elevator closes and starts to move up
>She lets go of your neck and looks at you with a strong gaze
>"On your hands and knees. It takes a while to get up, and I don't plan to spend the time standing if I can help it."
>There's no one else in the elevator, and you're still pretty sure Melody isn't armed with anything besides her industrial grade cunt and her personality
>There are probably cameras, but it's not like what she's planning would look good on them
>Though she is paying for you and for her place here, so it's probably okay for her to do fucked up shit
>You're pretty sure that's how the world works