The Wonderbolts were always such fun to tease, so when Essex saw what she thought was Spitfire across the bar, she was fast to attempt to flirt with the prestigious Pegasus. The tipsy-looking golden mare leaning on the counter, nursing what appeared to be a bourbon cocktail, with steady series of small sips. The mare in no rush to drain the cup, which based on the growing graveyard of glasses building up in front of her was far from her first of the evening. Essex about to ask if she had had a rough show, and offer to buy her a drink, when she suddenly realized she was not about to solicit Spitfire. Sure, the mannerisms were right for a trained athlete of Equestria’s most coveted aerobatics group, but it was the lilac eyes that gave away that she was not about to address the team’s famous captain.

This little observation saving Essex from possible embarrassment, as without the sheen of a pair of aviators or flight goggles the orange Pegasus got a good gander at the moping mare’s purple irises, informing her that she was about to try her hoof at small talk with Blaze. The mare still an A-list athlete though, so this little surprise did nothing to slow the wealthy equine’s roll, and with a sultry smile, she offered to buy the tired pegamare a drink. Something Blaze was all too happy to accept, and with a few gulps, she added another cup of grog to her gut, further undermining her already intoxicated inhibitions. The two beginning to talk between a fresh bottle of booze, as the two inebriated equine shared bemused snickers, as Essex sank her hook in and began to reel in her drunken date.

Sure, it wasn’t the classiest conversation, and there were more than a few crass comments about other flying teams’ recent shameful showings, but it gave Essex a good idea at who she was talking to over the thrum of the club’s less than stellar soundtrack. The professional performer clearly in need of some attention, and with a few suggestive prods, it didn’t take long for the tangerine tart to cow the Wonderbolt into the intimate interaction she was craving. The hint at carnal delight leading her on, and within 20 minutes they were getting frisky in the ladies toilet, even if every grope and caress was dulled by the delirium of liquor.

The giddiness making it all the easier, as they began to explore each other’s bodies in the privacy of a cubical. Hooves squeezing erogenous areas, lips locked in an impassioned kiss, as the true level of how pent-up Blaze was becoming clear. The needy mare soon sloppily lapping at Essex’s loins with a silky tongue, as the two began to toy with each other’s rear holes. Essex taking in the zesty taste of her tantalizing treat, before she tickled something tender, and her debaucherous date bucked with a soft shunt, causing her snout to slot directly into her date’s surprisingly stretchy urethra. Blaze immediately letting out a confused yelp at the dank moistness encasing her muzzle, only for her one-night stand to seize her shoulders and begin to slide her farther into the damp orifice.

Essex emitting a grumbling sigh, as though she had not expected to take a long piss tonight, now she had no choice other than to wrap her legs around the floundering mare who had been servicing her. The Pegasus somewhat disappointed, as she had wanted to see yellow fur next time she wiped, as members of the Wonderbolts never failed to make a stubborn shit, that never failed to stretch out her ponut just right when she passed them with a few greasy plops. Unfortunately, the mare had stuck her nose in a place it didn’t belong, leaving Essex no choice but to shimmy the struggling aerialist into the bitter embrace of her bladder.

The experienced equine eater used to using this exotic entrance, and with a strenuous stream of effeminate grunts, she soon had her protesting partner bundled up as a bucking bulge in her bladder. The mare panting, her body quivering as she was forced to accommodate an entire mare within the crux of her pelvis, as she capped off the substantial sounding with a drawn-out moan. Essex wiping the sweat from her brow with a piece of toilet paper, before stumbling out of the stall, as she knew it would not be long before she would be letting out this slushed slut as an amber flow. The mare feeling her meal fighting her as she returned to the dance floor, but she just ignored it, as that stubborn survival instinct would soon sputter out once her stowed snack started to suffocate. That outcome inevitable, and aside from a few curious stares, no one seemed one bit bothered at stopping the Wonderbolt's looming relegation to a few gallons of fresh lemonade drizzling out betwixt some clubber’s legs. Essex just glad she packed a couple of spare pampers, as based on how some of the patrons were giving glances there were more than a few gut sluts in attendance, and she was sure she could chat up more than a few of the staring snacks into coming home with her with the promise of watching when she decided to drain her dissolved date’s lingering water weight...

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When Essex spotted what she thought was Spitfire, though as she got closer she realized it was Blaze, not like that would stop the hedonistic horse from having some frisky fun with a member of the Wonderbolts. Unfortunately these plans soon fell flat when the mare stuck her snout somewhere that it didn't belong, leaving Essex no choice by to relegate the struggling acrobat to just a bulge in her bladder...

A little adventure at the club done for Gizmo as part of my patreon. For this month he wanted a lewd lemon to go with an image they commissioned from Laydeekaze ( https://www.furaffinity.net/user/laydeekaze/ ). It has been a while since I have dabbled in bladder vore, but hopefully he enjoys this short story :).

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