Orchid reached into the bowl of nuts on the counter. She crushed them a little bit in her palm, feeling them crumble into bits in her hand as she laid them out on the counter in front of the budgie that sat perched there.

With a pleased tweet, the budgie proceeded to feast on her offering, bending its little head down to peck eagerly at the pulverized nuts. Orchid’s own beak curled up in a smirk, and she sat back in her seat to idly tap her talons on the bar with one hand, swirling her glass about with the other.

As bars went, this was a bit bigger than the norm. It was strangely furnished, unable to decide whether it wanted to be a beach bar or a biker bar. The counter beneath her arms was polished black marble, with a few lamps hanging overhead that looked a little like tiki torches. The walls were lined with dark hardwood and gaudy neon lighting that advertised various beer brands. The clack of pool cues striking balls went off somewhere behind her where the billiards tables were. The air had a faint smokiness to it that didn’t quite match with the view from the windows, where she could see the ocean crashing upon the shore not far away.

Orchid took a sip from the drink in her hands. She’d already forgotten the name of the drink. Something citrusy, something sweet and strong to soften her petrified heart. The bartender had even left a little sample bottle of what he’d used to mix the concoction.

Limoncello. Now she remembered. Seeing the name on the side of the bottle definitely helped her memory. Bright electric yellow fluid inside a little bottle that looked like three bulbs stacked on top of one another in ascending size. It was decent enough, she supposed. She liked it enough to consider shelling out some more bits for another bottle for the road.

The budgie on the bar briefly nipped at her fingers to get her attention, having finished its nutty meal. She chuckled softly, offering her fingers to let it hop on, lifting it up to let it perch on her shoulder as she took another sip.

Halfway between grabbing her glass and lifting it to her beak, it registered that she was being watched. She focused her eyes on a pegasus sitting at a table not far away, a glass in his own hands as he lifted a hoof to wave at her direction.

The waving hoof didn’t quite match the rest of him. His coat was a dark blue, his mane a light shade of azure that paired nicely with the light teal of his eyes. His limbs were all covered in some sort of glossy material – plastic, ceramic, it was hard to tell from this distance – straight out of a two-bit scifi comic. Even his wings were reinforced with the stuff, feathers protruding from what looked like a jointed claw that extended outwards at his sides.

He smirked, and Orchid smirked back. She had to admit, this pegasus was a little cute.

The pegasus got up from his seat, his augmented hooves meeting the ground as he made his way over to where Orchid sat at the bar. He took the seat beside her, and she turned around to be able to face him directly as he spoke.

“You some kind of pirate or something?” he asked through a wide grin.

Orchid stared in brief confusion. “Huh?”

The pegasus tapped his own shoulder. “You know. The parrot. It kinda makes you look like a pirate and all that.”

Orchid blinked her eyes before letting out a snicker. “Pirate,” she repeated. “That’s actually pretty funny.” She shook her head as she gulped down the rest of her drink, resting her own hind hooves against the side of the bar. “Not quite. I do a lot of things. Go here and there a lot. You know how it is with this economy.”

“You ever do any racing?” asked the pegasus.

“You mean like actually being in a race?”

“Yeah.”

Orchid shook her head. “Nothing like that. I was part of a cheering squad at a few races, though.”

The pegasus’ tail flicked with renewed interest. “No kidding?”

“Yeah. Had to call it quits early, though. Some idiot thought it’d be a good idea to celebrate early and pour this giant cooler of ice water all over me.” The memory alone made her shudder. “Not cool. I left right after.”

The pegasus frowned, lifting a hoof to gesture at the hippogriff. “Hold on, hold on, I remember something like that. That was you?”

Orchid quirked a brow inquisitively. 

“One of the races I was at. I saw something like that. Someone going around dunking the cheer squad in water. I guess you were one of them, huh?” He leaned in closer. “I’m Morning Mist. But a lot of people call me-”

“Moist,” Orchid finished, recognizance slipping into her voice. “I remember you now. I heard about you, you’re that one racer.” Her own beak spread into a grin as she pointed to the pegasus with her foretalon. “The big shit-talker who got railed at the end of that race. That’s you, isn’t it?”

Her words wiped the smirk from his face as it was immediately replaced with an expression like embarrassment and arousal all at once. His cheeks turned beet red as his tail began to whisk side to side. “Well, uh…yeah, I guess that is.”

Orchid didn’t let up. “How many racers did you take up the ass at the end of that race? It had to be at least a dozen, right? Goddesses, I bet you were a mess. No wonder they call you Moist.”

The pegasus let out a nervous bout of laughter, tucking in his legs atop the stool as his wings flapped behind him. “Mhm. Yeah, I guess that really is me.”

Orchid turned to her budgie, encouraging it to hop onto her fingers as she set it up in the rafters of the bar where it could rest for a bit. She turned her eyes back on the pegasus, locking eyes with the young stallion. “It’s too bad I wasn’t around to see the whole thing, right? On account of having to leave early and everything.”

Panic seemed to flutter in his eyes, but the way his ears were perked forwards, Orchid clearly had his attention. She was all too happy to grab onto it.

“So I say I want my piece of the action,” she said, leaning close. “It’s the least a bigshot racer like you can do, right?” Orchid offered him a smoldering, half-lidded smirk, reaching over to run her talons across his downy front. Goddesses, pegasi were soft. “What do you say?”

Orchid could practically see his eyes shrinking in real time. “Right here?” he stuttered.

“Right here, right now, on that table.” She stood up from the stool to look down at the blue pegasus, watching his ears fold back at the look on her face. “Give everyone here a show. What do you say, racer boy?” She leaned closer, briefly scratching under his chin with her talons. “Come on. Live a little. It’s not much different from the end of that race, is it?”

Moist swallowed audibly, but he never took his eyes off of Orchid’s. He made the smallest of nods, and as far as she was concerned, that was all the permission he needed.

She grabbed Moist by the back of his neck, scruffing him like a kitten. Not nearly enough to hurt, but certainly enough to show a little authority, show the little birdhorse exactly where his place was. He came willingly, scrabbling onto his hooves to go where she took her.

Such an obedient little thing. He didn’t even hesitate. She was going to have a lot of fun with this one, she knew it.

Orchid felt the staring eyes looking in their direction as she brought Moist over to the closest empty table, lifting him up to simply drop him down upon it onto his back. He hunched up his augmented forelegs ever so cutely, looking down at her with apprehension in his eyes. Orchid liked that. A little fear went a long way with something like this.

She didn’t bother with ceremony. They could skip to the meat right away. She spread her wings and flapped a few times, lifting off the ground just high enough that she could drop down on the pegasus’ form and straddle him, staring down with the intensity of a predator with its prey.

Orchid didn’t bother much with words, either. She didn’t really need any for what was to come. The motion of her circling hips grinding upon the pegasus was all the needed. Just a little brush, really, not much more than a gentle glide up and down along his sheath, but all too soon she could feel him prodding free and smell that scent so unique to horny stallions. She peeked down, to see the mottled shaft peeking out to say hello.

Moist peeked down too. She caught him sneaking a glance below at his own erection as his own blush deepened, his hips squirming and writhing in place. 

It was such a nice show, how vulnerable he looked and how accepting he was of the whole thing. It was enough to make her nearly forget that an audience was growing around them. Ponies, gryphons, all manner of people who had stopped to see their lewd display on the tables. The clink of ice in glasses and scandalized whispers from the spectators surrounded them from all around.

It was certainly enough to get her nice and horny.

A familiar warmth began to grow in her lower belly. There was that gnawing, unplaceable hunger that drew out nectar from below to make her lower lips glisten and made her teats perk out, each nipple sensitive to the slightest breeze or glancing touch. She ached to be filled, to take this new toy of hers and simply drown out the urges in the most primal, most brutal manner she could possibly muster.

But she could afford to be just a little patient. Draw out the moment a little longer. Make him squirm. It was just better that way.

Orchid peered down at the pegasus. “Hey, feathers.”

Moist peered up at her face, expression anxious.

“You gonna be a good boy and take whatever I’m gonna give you?”

He nodded fervently.

“Good.” Down went her hips, a smile spreading across her face as she saw him flinch at the contact. Males were all the same. A little sweeping touch of pussy against his sheath was all it took to bring him under her spell as she grinded up and down in slow, deliberate motions to leave his cock gleaming with her own arousal.

Not that she was going to fuck him with it. Oh no. Sinking down on a stallion and riding him that way was so boringly predictable. If she was going to take this little feathered toy for all he was worth, she was going to make it worthwhile. She always did love a little non-standard loving, after all.

It was going to be a treat for him, too. She could just tell. The way his eyes sort of bulged out in disbelief as she raised her hips above to let his broad crown press against her tailhole, testing the waters as it pushed just a little into her, spreading her open in a snug little ring that pulsed and squeezed around him.

Orchid guessed this was his first time getting anal. At least, the first time in this kind of position. She had to guess that pert little tailhole of his had seen its fair share of visitors.

She sank down with a grunt, her face twisting in pleasure as she felt herself stretch open. She had to strain a little bit, even with how much she’d lubed him up. Moist was a big boy, he definitely had that going for him. She could feel every pulse running along his length in time with his heartbeat, the smoothness punctuated with the texture of his veins and the thick hardness just under the skin. She met his medial ring, biting her beak briefly before simply thrusting down with a cry as she felt him pass through with a soft pop, until she was hilted squarely down on top of him as she let out a shuddering, protracted groan of triumph and delight.

Orchid squeezed around him. Moist’s response was immediate as he let out a girly squeak, his tail whisking up to whip at her backside as his hips wriggled from side to side. He gritted his teeth and exhaled in a seething groan as she circled her hips around him. Not quite riding him, not just yet. Just getting a feel for him, what made him tick, finding just the right way to make him really feel every last bit.

In this position, she had a unique power over him. She could twist him around however she wanted and draw him in as deep or as shallow as she wanted, squeeze tight and make him feel every last bit of her. If his shallow breaths and the subtle throbbing of his cock inside were anything to go by, she was certainly having an effect on him.

Now it was time to see just how far she could take it.

Orchid rose her hips up, feeling herself stretching out to let his medial ring pop free once again, sinking back down with a grunt to bottom out upon him once more. She looked down with perverse glee to see how nicely her belly bulged out in the faint shape of him, reaching down briefly to feel his hard length through her own skin. The stallion blew hard through his nose, his hindlegs kicking off to the sides as she rose back up again, this time letting gravity do most of the work as she simply slammed back down upon him with a force that took her own breath away. Quickly she settled into the jarring rhythm as she fucked him relentlessly, every downward thrust like a raw punch to the gut. She felt winded, her eyes watering for the brutality of her own riding, but she just couldn’t get enough.

She took delight in the sound of the young stallion’s own grunts and pleasured yelps. Orchid grew aware of the wetness streaming down her thighs and onto his belly, reaching down to give her aching, neglected clit some attention. The slightest touch of her fingers there set her skin on fire and she seized up with a gasp, rubbing into herself with abandon as she arched her back and filled the bar with her own lustful cries.

Orchid was the first to cum. The suddenness of it took even her by surprise. Normally she could feel it coming, creeping up inside her in pulses that got more and more intense until it exploded. This climax came like a gunshot, the force of it striking her all at once as an invisible hand seemed to grip her insides and massage it with electrifying bursts. She screamed into the ceiling, reaching down for her teats to caress her own nipples, wings spreading out wide as she rode it out atop Moist’s twitching cock still buried deep in her ass. Out came a burst of her own nectar, spraying nicely all over the pegasus’ front.

The stallion beneath her was struggling visibly. It was obvious he didn’t want this to end just yet, that he wanted to draw this whole thing out a little longer, but it was a losing battle. Right as her climax began to ebb away, his began. He let out a plaintive whine that rose up into a long whinny of delight as his cock surged with hot throbbing pulses to shoot his seed straight into her in powerful spurts.

Orchid made seething hisses past her clenched beak, almost snarling as she saw the pegasus beneath her flap his wings out against the table and pant heavily just out of time with her own breath. Sweat rolled down her brow, her ears turning back at the sound of tittering from their eager spectators.

Let ‘em watch. This was a show for their benefit.

As the climax slowly melted away, in its place there was an even deeper, ravenous emptiness in its place. This little ride had done nothing but whet her appetite. It was gasoline for the flames in her belly and drew her imagination towards manic, feverish places.

Orchid set her hindhooves on the table and lifted herself up with a grunt. As she freed the poor stallion from her own confines to leave his softening length to glisten out in the air, she could feel the mess dribbling free from her rear. She felt blown open, gaping, as thick trails of seed dripped down onto his lower belly in a satisfying tickle. She turned around atop him, her tail flagged up high to give the stallion a nice look at the mess he had made.

Right before her, the stallion’s cock twitched nicely, still flared out and wet with the remainders of their pairing. The smell of it was pungent with their shared musk and the fluids they had shared, laced with the scent of the lining of her own insides. The perverse cacophony made her head swim as she shuddered wildly, closing her eyes to drink in the naughty taboo of it all.

It wasn’t something she was supposed to enjoy. That she did regardless made it all so much better.

Orchid could feel Moist’s hot breath at her rear. No doubt his mind was running on the same rails as hers. She peeked over her shoulder with a grin, giving her rump one more little wiggle before simply pushing it down over his muzzle. Up and down she went, smearing herself all over his nose and mouth, all but drowning him in the mess he had made.

“Start cleaning me up,” she said, her voice sharp.

His tongue probed at her. Just a fleeting touch at first, a tentative taste of what was to come. She felt him recoiling and shuddering beneath her, but then his licking grew more forceful, more confident as it began to snake deeper into her. His tip played around her puckered ring in a circle, slipping inside to drag all along her tight walls inside. Orchid flexed around him, and she felt his voice hum into her in a pleasant vibration. His hooves grasped her hips as if drawn to them by magnets, his tail whisking to and fro as his hindlegs kept pedaling into the air.

Orchid reached down to take his cock in her claws, feeling the mess slathered all upon it seeping into the space between her knuckles. She drew herself close to breathe in deeply of the scent of it as her hands ran up in slowly, gentle strokes. She kept her rear mashed against the pegasus’ muzzle as he kept tasting her, swallowing it down and whimpering into her ass.

He was getting hard again. That was the fun with stallions. They always had plenty of stamina to spare, and recovered quickly. She could milk this one for all he was worth.

She leaned in close to take his tip in her beak and suckle lightly. The sloppy mess coated her tongue, salty and musky and overpowering. She shivered, feeling her fur and feathers stand on edge as she dared to take in more of him, down to his medial ring, gulping the sliminess of it down with her eyes clenched shut.

It clung to her throat like glue. Under any other circumstances, she might have found the taste of it foul, unbearable to the point of retching. Yet there was something beneath the disgust that made her keep going, craving more of it, easing the entry as his ring popped down and he was lodged in her throat as far as he would go.

She knew a thing or two about taking a cock from the front. She hummed around him with a warbling growl that made the pegasus shrink back into the table.

Out of the corner of her eyes, Orchid caught sight of the little bottle of limoncello still sitting there on the table. She didn’t even remember bringing it with her to the table, but even with all the jostling the table had seen, it hadn’t fallen off. That had to be a sign. And now, she was going to make good use of it.

She snatched it up at once, looking down at Moist’s undercarriage through a mouthful of cock. That was a shapely little tailhole that he had to offer. It was hard to imagine that it was the same well-used orifice that had taken an entire racing team’s worth of cocks raw.

Orchid reckoned it was time to start making him look the part.

She pressed the opening of the bottle to his tightness, taking delight in the muffled yelp that he made into her rear. Orchid watched with depraved satisfaction as she pushed the bottle deeper and deeper into him, watching each bulb disappear inside, until only the outermost bulb emerged from his rear, the yellow liquor inside sloshing with the movement of his hips. She rewarded him with a hard sucking swallow, pulling free to swirl her tongue around the circumference of his tip.

“Enjoying yourself?” she asked, addressing his cocktip.

She heard a muffled noise of affirmation at her rear.

Orchid figured it was time to reward him a little for that. He had been such a good toy up until now, after all.

She pushed her head forwards to push him down her throat once again, leaving him all shiny with spit when she pulled free. Orchid took him in one hand and began to furiously stroke him up and down, fondling his sack with the other to alternate between soft squeezes and gentle caresses.

“Don’t hold back, now,” she purred. “Just go ahead and let loose.”

The noises the pegasus made grew ever more frantic as his head began to flare out wide. She watched with apt fascination at just how much it grew in real time, as wide as her palm. Merely imagining it spreading out like that inside her made her squirm deliciously, her mouth opening just in time for her to feel his cock kick for a second time to spray fresh seed straight into her mouth.

There was the taste of him again. Bleach, sweat, musk. Hot and salty, with a texture that would make her stomach churn if not for her unbearable arousal. She moaned into it as she let it coat her tongue and the roof of her tongue, simply letting it run until the spurts died out, swallowing it down all at once and giving a coy wink at the crowd of onlookers surrounding the table.

Orchid peered down to see the bottle still there, lodged firmly inside his ass. She was honestly impressed that the bottle hadn’t broken.

It was time to give him some breathing space. She lifted her hips up away from the pegasus, hearing him suck down a deep, gasping breath as he sputtered, wings beating against the table once again as if he were trying to take off.

Orchid looked back at him to see him trying to lick the mess from his muzzle, eyes darting around at the crowd before snapping back to her, blinking and dazed as if he’d just woken from a deep sleep.

She merely smiled at him, flagging her tail back up as she got to her hooves and claws, slinking off the table to address the crowd in the bar. Their little attraction had brought a sizable gathering around them. Some simply watched, others openly stroked themselves to what they saw on the tables.

“Hell of a show, wasn’t it?” she asked, addressing the watchers. Her query was met with sounds of affirmation.

“But I bet you aren’t here for a show,” she said. “I bet you’re here to see Mr. Racer Pegasus here at his best, don’t you? You all know Morning Mist, don’t you? Hero of the end of that last race?”

Again more sounds of affirmation.

“And I bet he’s just dying for an encore performance,” she said, voice sinking into a low growl as she kicked back with her hindhooves at the table to get Moist’s attention, hearing him shuffle atop the wood before she met his eye from over her shoulder with a smirk. “Aren’t you?”

There was hesitation in his face. But he was teetering on the edge, ready to topple over into the mess that was surely to come. All he needed was a push.

“Now’s your chance to really shine,” she purred, circling around the table to give the pegasus an upside-down gaze. She reached down to give his cheek a tender caress, leaning down to whisper hoarsely into his ear. “What do you say? Treat it like the end of another race?”

Again there was hesitation, but Orchid could practically see the walls of resistance crumbling in real time. With a swallow, Moist gave the smallest of nods.

“Yeah,” he whispered.

Brave soul.

Orchid reached forward to grasp the bottom of the bottle emerging from the pegasus’ rear. She dug just under the sphincter to grab purchase of the bulb, hearing Moist suck in his breath sharply at the contact. She didn’t bother being gentle as she simply tugged it free, hearing him cry out as she left him gaping wide, ready for a fresh invasion.

She grabbed hold of the bottle to open it and gulp down the contents all in one go, tossing the bottle aside where it broke with the sound of tinkling glass somewhere in the corner as she slinked off towards the bar. “He’s all yours.”

Her words were like flicking a switch. No sooner had she stepped away when a big, burly earth stallion was already lined up at the table, pressing a healthy erection to the pegasus’ bared tailhole, pushing in with no more preamble than a deep huff and grunt through his bared teeth. Orchid heard Moist’s voice cry out at the roughness of the penetration, only to disappear into a series of lewd gags as a fresh stallion took up his opposite end to push himself deep into his throat.

Orchid watched from the bar, sparing a glance for the tweeting budgie still perched up by the lamps. She reached up to run the back of her talon fondly along the back of its head, feeling a tiny beak try to nibble at her claw as she withdrew. She turned to face the sea of bodies surrounding Moist’s table, sitting up on the bar and parting her legs for all to see.

Her invitation was quickly received. She barely even saw who it was that eagerly sat before her. All she knew was that there was heavy breath against her sex and the exhilarating touch of someone’s muzzle. A tongue slipped into her and made her call into the ceiling as her hooves twitched off to the sides. Whoever it was between her legs had an insistent, patient tongue that slowly coaxed a new shaking orgasm from her quaking, sensitive frame.

Over on the table, she caught sight of the chaotic gangbanging to which Moist was being subjected. She saw cocks everywhere, shiny with spit and seed and everything else. The pegasus was practically covered in it, from patches of off-white that splattered upon his coat to runny, thick lines that pooled upon the table. The latest of Moist’s partners finished with a grunt, pulling free with a wet noise to leave a trail dripping freely from his grossly dilated ass. She only caught the smallest glimpse of it before the departing stallion was quickly replaced by another ready for a turn of his own.

Orchid had no idea how many hours had passed by the time everyone had finished. As the afternoon stretched into evening and the moon shone bright upon the waves outside, she too got caught in the heated, unholy passions within the room.

She had lost count of the cocks after fourteen. The crowd wanted their fun with a hippogryph too, and she was happy to oblige them. Everything felt sore and aching, and she dripped messily from inside upon the floor with the excesses of her pairings. They’d left their own parting gifts upon her coat too, in splotches that stained her violet coat and soaked into her skin.

When she came back down to earth she felt dizzied and weak. Orchid heaved for breath, wiping the sheen of sweat away from her forehead as she slowly slipped off the bar until her hooves touched ground. She reeled for a moment, vertigo overtaking her for a moment before she steadied herself to slowly make her way over to the table where the panting, spent pegasus lay.

“Hey, Moisty.”

The racer pegasus stirred, eyes taking their time to focus.

“You gonna be here again next week?”

He gave the smallest of nods, nearly imperceptible in the dim light.

“Good.” She lifted a hand, unsteadily waving it about a moment before bringing it down to smack upon his rump. “You and I, we’re gonna have more fun like this. I just know it.”

She was acutely aware of how slurred the words came out, as if she were drunk. Orchid definitely felt drunk on a lot of things that weren’t just alcohol.

“I’ll be here too,” she said, slowly making her way for the door. “Don’t be late.”