Clopfic #3 - The Club

>It has been a rough day for you

>Spitfire has been a real pain in the ass lately during training. You never seen this side of her before.

>You wish you never had.

>She keeps nagging you to be on top of the leaderboards by training harder, cutting some break time and even got the tendency of being abusive to you.

>If you don't perform to her Celestia-damn high expectations, she just vents out her anger by using you as a punching bag.

>But the day has gone by as the light shining from the moon blankets Canterlot gently without a sound.

>Some ponies return to their sanctuaries, dip into that soothing-hot bathtub and get cozy, burying themselves into their soft bed, drifting off to wonderland.

>Some ponies works the graveyard shift just to earn some extra cash, hoping to pay the rent or whatsoever they use their money for.

>You?

>Nothing much, you just go down the pavement, do your daily routine of relaxing in the fine, flashing lights of the district and visiting the weird part of town.

>Your eyes got heavy by each step you take, your muscles ache with every breathe you got but that's not going to stop you

>You let out a smile as you remember what you came for and why is it worth it. Some eye-candy every night.

>You stop on your tracks and look up with glee as the Neon-Lightings illuminate the darkness surrounding the hood.

"The Mix-Up and Get-Down Club"

>It was a weird name for it but you got to give credit to the owner of the polished, high-standards-like place.

>Can he make up a more creative name for a strip club for any orientation?

>You shake your head as you entered your paradise.

"Hey Soarin! How are ya buddy?"

>The buffed, muscle-buldging bodyguard greeted you in a joyful way

>You are a regular when it comes in the club

>You pass him your leather coat, secretely giving him a tip in an obvious pocket.

>You give him a cute smirk and a wink as you walked down the bar

>You, as usual, is greeted by the mix sounds of shouting, glass-breaking and whistles

>There's a forkway in the bar, for anyone with a mindset of getting laid or getting a paddling.

>The left is called the Mix Up path, which leads you to a rowdy, violent Texan Bar-Fight

>Fights aren't like those WWE-praising matches. It's a common sight to spectate in the bar.

>It usually starts up as a spark of light but the intoxicating alcohol works as a molotov cocktail, making this spark to a wildfire.

>Anything can happen there.

>You always sit on that tipsy, wooden stool, asking the bartender for a tequila or gin, whether what you're feeling at the moment.

>There's always a guy waiting for a fight and you, the all-star Soarin, is just a diamond in the rough. Everyone want to take you on but to no avail...

>You remember breaking noses, hoofs, bones and lives. Hell, it was fun to be honest, showing who's the boss around.

>But you don't want to go down that name-diminishing road. The last time you got in, Spitfire sure as hell make training a living hell for you.

>You don't want to make it worse than this afternoon so you flick your wrist and spread the doors of the strip club, awaiting the smell of perfume, money, hookers and laughter.

>And as accurate as you are, you're right.

>It wasn't as gloomy and historic as the Mix Up path.

>This is what you have been waiting for every night.

>You grabbed a soft, comfy chair at the open front seat, hung your legs onto the bottle table and grab yourself a cigar, ready to show who's papa.

>Colts and Mares come down the pole and gracefully dance around the pole, complimented with the lovely feeling of lust.

>The watchers, including you, whistle in excitement, asking for more.

>You sip the last shot of Gin as you wait for the prized-dancer

>But your jaw drop as you see who is the lovely prize...

"Braeburn...?"

>You are speechless. Just down right speechless

>You open your eyes, gasp in surprise as the yellow burst of fire dances around in his rainbow-coloured cutie socks.

>He has purple eye-liners that pulls out the glistering eyes of him.

>His lips are coloured with BloodLust Red as he passes kisses to the awestruck spectators of the club.

>He is even wearing pink panties, a little too tight for him so it's going to rip sooner or later.

>As the spectators watch in awe, of how this lovely, handsome colt show his razzle dazzle and wonderful tipsy dancing, you place your cigar slowly onto the smoke pot and pack yourself up to walk away from this...

>this...

>beauty.

>Like a temptress, you couldn't look away as you got traumatized by his dances.

>But that became a trap as you trip over a bottle and hit your head hard onto the fuzzy floor as you tried to walk away from the scene

>You got back on your hooves and check Braeburn.

>Your sudden movements and the loud THUD got Braeburn's attention. You tried to mask your face but when you looked at him, you feel weak.

>You two gaze at each other in bewilderment and with the presence of love in the air.

>His eyes lock on yours as yours lock on his.

>A romantic chemistry began to come to vision.

>Your heart beat a little faster, knocking on your ribcage like cupid knocking on your lover's door.

>You never felt this way in your life.

>Never.

>And yet you didn't regret it.

>You tried to find reasons to convince your body from walking towards the stage but you slowly trott to your seat as your eyes widen to capture the scenario as it is.

>And before you know it, the sound of bells ring in the air as soft as pigeons flapping their wings.

"Ladies and Gentlemen,"

>A well-dressed, white unicorn colt with a monocle gets up onto the stage and wrapped his arms around Braeburn, letting out the widest smile you ever seen.

"We have here the loveliest stallion, our prize possession.."

>You glare at the announcer, using the word 'possession'

>Braeburn looks at you directly and winks at you cheerfully

"Braeburn. Whoever wins the auction gets to have a lovely time with HIM!"

>The spectators roar in excitement, waging on each other, raising the auction price higher and higher, where no poor stallion ever had the chance.

>You stay at the back of the war, waiting for the final offer to drop.

>The room fell quiet as one announced $50,000.

>Regret, irritation and anger fill the room as the bidders pass him a pissed-off look before shaking their heads in disapproval of them losing the chance, and their wallets.

>Braeburn looks at you with a tense look

>You gotta do something.

"$50,000 going once!"

>The voice rings the rooms, like a speaker.

>You gotta say something!

"$50,000 going twice!"

>Just open your mouth, Soarin, this is your chance.

>THIS IS YOUR CHANCE TO SHOW WHO'S DADDY.

"So-"

"$60,000!"

>You slam your hoof onto the table as you proclaim, cutting him off.

>The announcer look at you aghast but gets his head straight.

"$60,000 going once!"

>You stay standing on your ground, protecting your beloved sweetheart from anyone else

"$60,00 going twice!"

>You gave a smile to Braeburn as he returns it back.

"Sold!"

>Braeburn breaks free from the announcer's arms and jumps on you, hugging you tenderly with love.

>The crowd watches you and Brae making out before they can get their hopes up again.

>He grabbed your hoof and before you can even ask what is happening, he let out a cheeky smile and said with a ring..

"Follow me if you love me."

>Your lips stick to each other like super-glue drying up fast.

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>You enter a dimly-lighted room, the smell of scented candles wafts through the air as you get pulled forcefully by Braeburn

>Your eyes get adjusted to the room and see a queen-size bed, covered with a red, puffy and luxurious blanket, neatly tucked in and ready.

>Braeburn kisses you without any warning.

>You are taken aback, no time to recover from his attack.

>As Braeburn keeps his lips on contact with yours, he takes a step closer and closer to the bed.

>You tripped on a dripping wet dildo and land softly on the bed.

>Before you can even get up to show dominance, he took the first second he could and wraps his legs around your hip.

>His weight puts you down as you tried to struggle, to break free from this sweet pleasure.

"Aren't you a feisty one, darling?" Braeburn laughs as he slowly teases your member by rubbing his onto yours.

>With support from his hooves on your adorably bit-chubby belly, he comes closer to you.

>You stare at him with intimacy as you breathes heavily on your face as he quickens hip pace on rubbing.

>Your brain gets swimming, whether or not to take this chance to show who's daddy.

>Like a magnet, your head gets pulled towards Braeburns's face but you fight the temptation.

"Resist much? Well, let me help you out, darling."

>He pecks on your lips. A quick smooch and afterwards hanging his tongue hanging out.

>Cute as fuck, you thought.

>You fight as hard as you can, but you're fighting a losing battle as your member pops up in such speed.

>He felt the warm shove up his panties as he lets out a gasp upon its arrival.

"Lemme welcome your dear lover.."

>he gets up from your hips and stands up.

>You rub your hips as you welcome cold air to cool down the heat of his dear ass.

>You sit up to enjoy the eye-candy pleasing you in every way...

>His twirls, twerks and lovely rump bounces in rhythm as you touch yourself, showing how much you want him.

>But what perks up your shaft?

>He stretches down, still standing and slowly pulls away the curtains to show his prized possession.

>Red, pumped and tight from the outside, you blush hard as saliva drips from your mouth.

>He slowly drags himself with the weight pulling him down onto your lap.

"Daddy, I've been a naughty boy. Please punish me <3" He whispers as you face his back.

>He winks at you, ready for anything.

>And I mean anything.

>You kiss him in the lips as you tease your way into him.

>Then with such force and much adrenaline, you thrust it in him like a spear.

>He gasps in pain and pleasure, eyes popp up and groans long.

>He slowly turns his head to see his lover's member in him

>You give him time to adjust to your lovely shaft as you let out a cheeky laugh.

"First time you had someone as big as me?"

"Never as big ass this, partner. Love it."

>You never had something this tight. Never.

>You slowly buck him gently but steadily increasing your pace.

>His breathing comes heavy and steady as you get faster.

>You pump your hip in more, to get deeper and deeper with every dig to explore more.

>How lovely that he can take it all in, that massive shaft comes in all the way.

>His hole gets tighter and tighter as pain tickles his butt, forcing it to make sex harder.

"Hold on, gimme a min."

>You lifted up Braeburn and roll onto the side of the bed to check for anything to ease the friction.

>One is just waiting for you to use. Great timing, you guess.

>You squeezed out some of it out and stroke your member up and down, make it dripping wet as Braeburn anticipates the suspense.

>You flick your hoof, signaling him to come back and take his dear 'test'.

>He follows, trotting timidly, shaking in excitement.

>Back to position and it slids in very well.

>Braeburn turns around and you're now facing him with your prize.

>His ears flick with joy, knowing he loves you so much.

"Let me take lead, darling."

>He kisses you and stands up with his hind legs, plunging himself into you over and over again.

>His hooves on your shoulder, getting all the help he can get, biting his lips as he comes in up and down.

>Close to climax, Braeburn slows down, tired and need a breather.

>But you don't allow it.

>You grab his sides and uses him as a fleshlight: Pounding him as hard as possible with every measure of force you can insert.

>You shout as you shoot your load into him within the deep depths of his ass.

>Braeburn shouts in unison as he shoot his onto your face.

>Sticky, hot and thick, that's what you love on your face.

>Both of you drop tired onto the bed, satisfied and wet.

>Braeburn nudges his head under your head, greeting you good night.

>You stare up at the ceiling, smiling and enjoyed yourself before training the following morning.