>You awake with a smile on this eventful day and hop to your feet
>Today is the day you were born and, while many share this day, you get to indulge in yourself for a while
>You spring from your bed and dress the part before you head into town
>It's a fairly nice day
>Wind is just right, the sun peaks from pearly clouds now and again, and the whole feeling is just what you would ask for
>You spy Pinkie, or she spies you, as you walk down the street
>In a flash of pink, she is upon you
>"Anon! Hey! Anon! I know it's your birthday today and I got you something extra special!"
>You stop in place as the energetic Pinkie Pie bounces wildly before you
"How did you know my birthday is today?"
>She blinks before taking a deep breath
>"Well, remember when we went roller skating a few months ago and you told me you didn't know how to roller skate and I said it was so easy and you said it wasn't and then I talked you into coming with me and we went roller skating and you fell down about a hundred times and I..."
>You hold up a hand to Pinkie and she freezes in place
"I remember this... so when exactly did you learn it was my birthday?"
>"Oh, right... um, you dropped your wallet and I went to give it back to you when I saw that you keep your picture in there! So, I was reading the little picture and that's where I saw it."
>You chuckle at how obvious this answer was
"Well, thank you for the present..."
>"Wait! I haven't given it to you yet!"
>She holds up a brightly coloured box with yellow ribbon on top
>You take it gently and open it to reveal a small, red ticket
"Oh, what is this?"
>"Well, I didn't know what to buy for you, never shopped for humans before! So, I asked around and figured that a stallion -must- know what another stallion wants for his birthday!"
"Stallions want tickets?"      
>Pinkie giggles and snorts quickly
>"No, silly! That ticket is good for one entry to this new club in town that all the stallions recommend!"
>You can't quite remember what building was new in town, but you didn't live in Ponyville as much as the other
"Thank you greatly, Pinkie. When do they open?"
>"Sometime at night, usually just after the moon comes up."
>You thank her again before heading off to work
>Passing the first ring of houses into Ponyville, you come upon the Carousel Boutique
>It looks fairly slow today, but a peaceful day at work might not hurt
>You enter and see your employer, Rarity, hanging a few outfits
>"Anonymous, darling, glad you're here. Do be a dear and help me with this season's wardrobe."
>As usual, work starts not a second into your arrival
>You take a few hangers from Rarity as line each outfit up neatly
>You take great care to ensure everything is facing the same way
>"Summer is the best time for these light and breezy sets, wouldn't you agree?"
"Oh, definitely."
>You eye out a few pony sets with varies amounts of curiosity
>The most interesting would be the two piece bikini with the yellow stripes
>Why would they even put this on when they already go around naked?
>You didn't understand fashion in your old life, it didn't improve here either
>After a few hours of shelving, stocking, storing and lunch running, you get a moment to yourself
>You read over your ticket from earlier and see the name, "Blazing Saddle" written on one side
"Hey, Rarity?"
>Rarity peaks up from her counter with a few pins in her mouth
>"What is it, Anon?"
"You hear of a place called, 'Blazing Saddle' around here?"
>You hear the sound of nickering as Rarity turns her full attention on you
>"Well, I am not entirely sure what their... 'establishment' is responsible of, I do know that they ordered quite a bit of clothing from our more private line up."
>You didn't know the store had a private line up
"I see... I have a ticket to go there tonight. Is it some kind of theater?"
>Rarity lets out a small laugh
>"Some kind of theater indeed..."
>You just shrug and continue on with your break
>Sometimes, Rarity is overtly critical of anything she wouldn't instantly deal with
>She has her reasons, you assure yourself
>Still, you can't help but wonder what Pinkie Pie has gotten you into
>The rest of the day plays out slowly, but the clock on the wall hurries to get you out of work
>A customer enters just before your clock out and you sigh at the interruption
"Welcome to the Carousel Boutique, my name is Anonymous. How may I help you today?"
>As you look at the pony, you instantly catch that she isn't from Ponyville
>Her coat is striped black and white and her mane is trimmed into a Mohawk
>She wears a few gold hoops around her neck and other gold jewelry on her ankles
>"It is good to see you, Anonymous, sir. Is the owner in? May I have a word?"
>Her rhythmic speech catches you off guard for the moment and all you can do is nod
>You head to a back room and retrieve Rarity
>Stepping into the hallway, Rarity's ears perk up at the zebra in the front
>"Zecora! What brings you here, darling? Care to try one of my exquisite ensembles, hmm?"
>"Thank you, but it must wait. I am here for my saddle filled crate."
>Rarity smiles and sends you to retrieve the large package at the rear of the store
>You check the numbers and haul it back to the lobby
"There's a lot of stuff in here. What are you going to be doing with so many costumes?"
>"Anonymous! Do not ask the customer about their affairs!"
>You bow quickly and apologize
>Zecora laughs lightly before looking at you with strangely hypnotizing eyes
>"It is quite alright, as you would guess. I have many uses for such dress! Come and carry that heavy pack and I shall be happy to give you the facts."
>Rarity looks to you and nods
>"You're off after this delivery, darling. Give him a nice tip, if you would? He -is- a fine pack mule after all."
>Rarity giggles lightly to herself before gentle patting your leg
>The term, "Mule" is funnier to ponies than you think, but you roll with it
>You step outside to see the sun setting on an otherwise glorious day
>The zebra steps slightly ahead of you and continues to lead you about
>"Now, my curious new friend, I can tell you where the box will end. It is my new rejuvenating spa! Step quickly, it isn't far!"
>You follow the odd swing-song voice behind a few buildings and to the back entrance of a little store
>As you enter, you see the lights are on and a few other ponies are walking about and preparing baths and crèmes and other oddities in jars
>There are a few familiar faces working here, but no names come to mind
>"You can put the package here. The other mares will soon be near."
>A grey mare floats casually over and flips the lid from the crate
>She smiles as she pulls up a small, black saddle with matching leggings
>If you didn't know any better, you'd swear it looks like lingerie
>The next mare to step up is a light shade of green
>She digs around until she finds a dark blue saddle with matching garter belt and hosiery
>You look around again, but nothing seems too out of place aside from the clothing you've brought over
"So... what do you call this place?"
>"Hmm, is this a question or idle prattle? Why, you are in the Blazing Saddle!"
>The other mares give a small cheer at the word as if on cue before returning to work
"Oh, so this is it? A spa, kind of nice."
>You pull your little, red ticket from your coat and Zecora eyes you happily
>"Oh, could it be? Is that a full treatment ticket I see?"
>You carefully pass the ticket to her and she smiles wider
>"My dear Anon, what a treat. This ticket allows you the finest seat! Now, follow me and listen close. You're getting value, I dare say the most!"
>Zecora pushes you from behind into another room
>The area is dark for the moment until you hear the flick of a switch and the cackle of energy
>The room lights up to a pale, but encompassing red and you see that there are a few benches on one end for people to sit and a stage by the opposite end
>Two poles are positioned on the stage and you have no trouble identifying any of this
"Zecora... are you running a whorehouse?"
>You hear a giggle and she the zebra beckoning you
>"The red room is a special sale, but the stallions flock without fail. I do not ask for their bits and coin, but still they hungry to see and join. Who am I to tell them, 'No' if they feel the need to be broncos?"
>You process her methodical rhyming as you decipher what she's saying
"So, yeah... this is a brothel?"
>You don't realize it until you are seated by a hoof that you have been lead into a soft, red chair
"I think I should get going. It's my birthday and I need to get a cake..."
>The striped leg pins you in place as Zecora's bewitching eyes play over your body
>"You seem quite rushed and in a hurry. Stay a bit, there's no need to worry..."
>Zecora reaches out with her mouth and snags your tie
>With a practiced grace, she slips it from around your neck and works to unbutton your shirt with her tongue
>Your chest is exposed to the warm air in the room and the warmer breath blowing from Zecora's nose
>"Relax and let me work and I am sure you'll want to lurk."
>You feel a small trail of wet kisses climb up your chest and to your throat until the zebra pulls back and bats her eyes at you
>For the moment, you simply look at her and take in her features
>This is weird, you think, and you plan on drawing the line... shortly
>The sound of a thumping music begins to play lowly as Zecora approaches you again
>"You are taller than other clients, but I think I could handle a modest giant."
>She sways her hips in your direction a few times before turning about
>With her head over her shoulder, she keeps you spellbound in her gaze and plants her striped rump in your lap
>"If you like what's in your sight, please feel free to hold it tight!"
>You breath a little roughly as your body catches up to her display
>Her hips move in sync with the music as she grinds into your crotch with her increasingly warm fur
>With a swift motion, she leans back and slides onto your bare chest
>You feel her butt continue its mad dance in your lap as her neck cranes to one side
>"Ah, what is this that pokes my rump? Could it be your stallion bump?"
>The teasing Zecora nestles your bulge through your suit pants in her hot, round backside and thrusts herself again
>Without thinking, your hands slide to her flanks and you grip her lightly
>She lets go a small sigh as you finally make contact and looks back at you
>"An expert, you may agree, always works expertly! A little lower and you may find, your hands fit better on my round behind..."
>Her eyes flit seductively and you oblige her
>Zecora's warm, furred butt squishes in your hands as you take hold of her
>You become a little daring as you pull her body into you once
>Her reaction is positive enough for you to give it another go and you pull her a little slower this time
>You hump against your newly acquired friend a few more times before you feel her take over again
>She hops to her hooves as she turns to face you
>"I am glad you can listen to another's advice. Now, let me be a bit more precise. You may hold and squeeze to your heart's desire. I do not mind to stoke the fire."
>Zecora climbs into your lap again, this time facing you
>You feel a warm wetness rub against you as her body meets yours
>Her forelegs wrap over your shoulders as her head press close
>You wrap your arms around her back and hold her soft end firmly in your palms
>A little sigh escapes her lips and she smiles at you
>The music intensifies along with Zecora's thrusting and you notice your crotch is starting to soak
>All this grinding and cooing begins to take its toll on you as your body nears its peak
>Zecora does not seem to be slowing and you allow her to work you as hard as she wants
>The building pressure in your pants gets closer and closer until...
>The music dies down and the warm humping with it
>You look up with a bit of panic on your face to see Zecora smiling back down
>She carefully climbs off your lap and struts towards the exit
>"I hope you've had a wonderful stay! The show is over, have a nice day!"
>She escorts you to the front lobby as you leave
>A few mares sniff at the air around you as you pass and giggle into their hooves or smile suggestively
>You find yourself staring at the entrance as Zecora turns to leave
"Wait! What about, you know... this?"
>You point to your mare-slicked crotch in mild disbelief
>"We value your business and all within, but sadly, all I can offer is the handy napkin."
>She walks off and you find yourself with a few red napkins and a small sample of lotion
>As you walk back to your home, you reflect on the day
>Another birthday you spent mostly working and didn't even take time out to plan a party
>You stare at the lotion packet and twirl it in your hands
>The walk back home doesn't take too long and you find your neat, little house dark and inviting
>You step through the threshold and yawn before flicking the light switch
>A million thunderous voices ring out as the light turns on
>"SURPRISE! HAPPY BIRTHDAY, ANON!"
>You stand in the door way and see all of your friends at your table with a cake
"Hah, here I thought it was going to be another quiet night! Thank you all."
>Pinkie rushes up to you and rubs her head into your thigh
>"How could we forget our bestest human friend in all of Equestria on his birthday!?"
>Pinkie stops and sniff up your groin quickly
>She whispers to you as best she can
>"Uh, Anon... you may want to change your pants real fast. I've heard of ponies getting excited about surprised parties, but yeesh..."
>She curls her lips slightly and smiles a silly smile
>You stare at the pink mare for a long minute before bursting into laughter
>Sometimes, these ponies are alright