The Ruffled Feathers tavern was busy and rowdy as always. It organized chaos, unlike the saloon that was just orderly. The alluring outfits of the working mares enhanced their form, drawing the eyes of the drunken patrons to their legs and private parts. The mare, Rusty, was on the stage, one of her legs was around a pole as she performed a seductive dance. Stallions watched her intently, some tossing caps on stage to get her attention. Further in the back and up some stairs were the brothel workers who called down at the ponies below, trying to convince them to spend some alone time with them. If they had the caps to pay.

There was a cheer as Cloudy trotted in. She honestly smiled back at them.

"Good to see you all too,” Cloudy announced to the crowd. “Just give me a moment to get dressed. I'll be sure to put on a show for you all later. Chow!" She then looked back at me and winked. "That includes you as well."

I felt a little bit of heat rush to my face, not expecting her to say that to me.

She trotted off to the back of the tavern. I trotted over to the bar to find Waterspout. Luckily he was there, along with two other bartenders.

"Expecting another large crowd?" I asked. In response, he turned around with a suspicious smile on his face.

"With ponies coming in all around for the festival, I can afford to have more staff on claw for more general work," he explained.

"Oh, then I guess you don't need me here, then," I said with a shrug, not all that disappointed by it.

"Actually, if you're interested, I could use another mare on the floor. It's better pay, and you can keep any tips you're given. You can also pick who you interact with," he offered coyly.

I cocked an eyebrow, unsure he was serious. "Sorry, but I don't know. Isn't it better if you left it up to more experienced mares?"

Waterspout chuckled before saying, "Trust me on this, you don't need to be experienced to do this job well. Most stallions just want a little attention from a pretty young mare." He then pointed over at one of the working mares who was a bit rough around the edges. She was caked with makeup to hide a scar. "She started a week ago,” Waterspout went on. “She was starved and about ready to sell herself on the street. Now she's got the caps to feed herself."

He then sighed and shrugged. "The mares quite self conscious about her scar, but there are stallions and mares who like a rough-looking mare like her."

He then pointed at Star Charter who was trotting our way. She dressed in black fishnet lingerie that had a red trim with white frills which accompanied a similar-looking saddle and a skirt that covered only one side of her body, letting one leg stand out. "Star also started with that job. She did well as one of our more aggressive mares."

Thinking about it, it was not like he was asking me to pole dance or work in the brothel. All I had to do was look pretty and butter some ponies up, something I already knew how to do.

Still, it was a different kind of looking pretty and a different kind of buttering up which made me feel embarrassed to think about. The thought of having some pony I don't know eye me up… but it still had to be better than being looked down on or being seen as a tool to be used then disposed of.

"How about this." Waterspout pulled out a small bag of caps. "If you help increase sales, I'll give you a bonus, no strings attached."

I was not a greedy pony, but still, the more caps I had, the better prepared I would be when I did leave this town. "I…"

"Oh no you don't, boss!" Star spoke loudly within the already loud tavern. "Didn't I tell you that you were not to lure her into this side of the business? Anyways she's got another job helping the Gunrunners."

Waterspout shrugged, leaving the cap pouch on the bar counter. "I'm just offering. It's up to her if she does it or not."

Star pulled me close as though she was giving me a protective hug. The two feathers sticking out of her clipped back mane tickled my ear. "Well she's too innocent to have a strange stallion eyeing her like a can of cram. I will not have you exploit her like you do with other mares!"

"Didn't we run into a dragon ant nest just yesterday?" I said flatly. She responded by fluttering her eyes at me as though she was innocent of anything, her dark eyeshadow made her far more surly than innocent.

"No, you're an innocent mare. You're not working the floor," Star ordered sternly. "This is not a place for a respectable mare to be!"

Waterspout groned. "Star, I know you've grown attached to Harp, but aren't you being a tad overdramatic?"

"Never!" She shouted as she arched back, a fenlock over her forehead as though she was going to faint.

I chuckled, then pulled her off me. "Alright, I get it. Working on the floor would not be good for my reputation in town." I paused for a moment, realizing that the more I looked at her, the sexier she seemed. The energetic and helpful young mare had been replaced by this older and more refined-looking lady, though she did look a bit like the prostitutes one of my cousins would have escorting him... Pushing her back a little, I tried to not think about how sexy Star Charter looked, and gave my answer. "But I'm not planning to stay in town, so screw my reputation. I have more important things to worry about." Turning to Waterspout, I gave him a polite smile. "If you're willing to give a bonus for this, then I might as well give it a try."

A wide grin formed on the edge of Waterspouts beak. He put the bag of caps back under the bar. "Trust me when I say this, neither of us are going to regret this. I've been all over the world and have developed an eye for the talent of my favorite sex. Just head into the back and find an outfit in the dressing room. The girls can teach you the rules as you get ready."

"Well, if that's her choice, then I'll show her the ropes personally," Star said with a shrug. "Anyways, if we left her with some of the other girls, they'll pass her off to some of our more aggressive patrons as fresh meat. That's when ponies start getting black eyes."

Waterspout sighed and waved us off. "I get it, Star. You're probably right with how jealous some of these mares can get. Just make sure she gets those caps. Also make sure no pony steps over the line."

Star bumped my flank with hers and winked. "Alright cutie, let's get you ready to charm the stallions and mares." After that, she trotted toward the back. I followed.

The last time I was here, I spent my time helping at the bar or doing paperwork in the back, so I didn't get a close look at the floor other than whoever was dancing on the pole which, at the time, was mainly Star. Getting a closer look now, each table had a stallion or two. Sometimes a mare. Almost all of them had one of the tavern mares chatting up the customers, pouring them drinks, and sometimes sitting on the customer’s laps. Every table had several empty glasses where a few of the working mares would go around replacing drinks on the customer's request, or even buying a drink for the working mare at their table.

Entering the back, we passed two mares sitting on a couch, fanning each other off. Passing them was an open door where another mare was smoking a cigarette. Further back was a small room that had a stallion washing glasses in foaming water. Trotting into the dressing room, the smell of old cosmetics and old perfume was pungent, almost making me wretch. "You alright?" Star asked as she led me to one of the dressers.

"Sorry. I thought I was used to the smells around here, but it's a bit too strong in this room," I explained.

Star chuckled. "Ya. The mares here do lay that stuff on thick here, though it's mainly the brothel workers who are the worst." She pushed a seat aside, having me stand in its place, then turned on the lights that surrounded a tall and crack mirror. "First take off those clothes!" I felt the heat rush to my face as she flipped up my skirt then whistled sharply. "White with pink lace. We should just have you go out in that."

I pushed my dress back down. "Oh no, I'm not going out in just my underwear. That's… well… indecent."

"You do know we normally don't wear clothes? I mean, I only have underwear on when working," Star pointed out.

"Ya, I've noticed.I've been trying not to get distracted by all the exposed pony flanks everywhere," I said with a sigh before taking off my jacket. "Anyways, let's get this over with."

It still didn't feel right, not having any clothes on like this. It was worse with how Star was eyeing me, though having my heavy ballistic weave dress off did make me feel lighter.

"Just a moment!" Star said as she lifted up my tail, causing me to kick in surprise, but she just stopped my kick with her hoof. "Well good news, you're looking tight enough for some of our smaller outfits without too much risk of it riding up. Then again, you can just go without any."

"There's no way I am going out there all exposed! I'm not some expositionist" I huffed.

Another whistle caught my ear. Following that sound, I saw Cloudy looking at me through the mirror. "First off, you look too cute with all that off. Secondly, why are you back here, Harp?"

Heat again rose to my face as I mumbled, "Well Waterspout… I mean, I got an offer…"

Star chuckled. "Harp here felt that, while she's here, she might as well make some extra caps. Waterspout thinks she got talent for this work."

Cloudy gave me a wink. "Well good to have you join us! Just watch out for creepers." She then looked down at my saddlebag and smiled, "Why don't you try that cute outfit you bought?” Cloudy suggested. “I bet with it, along with some extra accessories, you will look stunning." She dipped back behind a divider. "I'll be on stage shortly. I'm expecting you to be out there to see me dance."

"Oh, okay," I mumbled nervously.

Star quickly pulled out my new outfit, it being a thin fabric dress with a see-through skirt, a small hat, a pair of red heels, and black short shorts. "Right. This has got to go. You're not going out for a jog." She put the black shorts back unto the bag then opened up one of the draws of the dressers. She tossed out several socks and string-like panties. "Here we are. Never used them with how they clashed with my coat, but it should work with you." She presented me with glittering dark pink stockings that had glittering red fishnets, along with two socks of the same design.

I was unsure what to think as I looked at it, especially since it was a see-through crotch. "How about some panties first?" I suggested hopefully.

Nodding, Star dug back into the draw then pulled out a fairly normal-looking red panties. "This should do. I was going to suggest a tong, but I already have it on myself." She lifted back her skirt to show off what looked like just a thin lacy piece of fabric held together by a lacy red ribbon.

Sighing, I put on the outfit. I started with the underwear then moved onto the fishnet stockings socks which felt odd, but I quickly got used to it. The rest was easy enough. The small hat getting clipped to my main provided the finishing touch.

"So ... I'm good?" I asked. I knew I was not, but I hoped I didn't have to put on a corset-like back home for brunch.

"Well, you'll still need some makeup, but since you're already a cutie, you don't need much." She then paused and frowned. "Wait! One more thing first." She dived back to the dresser in order to pull out something that haunted me most of my life, a corset. "Lets thin up that waist!"

Star pulled the air out of me as she tightened up the corset, but fortunately, she didn't know the old royalty tricks to prevent full strangulation by a corset. I managed to keep her from pulling out all my air. Once the revisiting of old horrors was over, she moved onto the makeup, including some fake eyelashes.

I was, at first, worried that she was going to apply old and used makeup. I did not want to get an eye infection. It turned out that they made some of it on the spot. It was mainly simple watercolor paint mixed with chock or ash. It felt odd, but it somehow worked.

"Say, Star, you seemed so against me doing this not long ago, but now you're for it. Are you actually for this or against it?" I asked.

"Both," she said as she applied the chocky red eyeshadow on me. "It's your life. I'm not going to stop you, but if you're thinking of backing out, it helps to have a friend on your side. Whatever you choose to do."

"What if I chose the brothel?" I asked, feeling curious.

She frowned for a moment before returning to the makeup. "Then I’d say you're a dumbass. I’ll admit, you would make a lot of caps at first. Young and fresh mares are always popular, but that kind of easy caps are addictive. I've seen a few mares making bags of caps just to cuddle and slow fuck but, after a few years, they are doing hardcore freaky shit for only a tenth of what they got before, then burnout. So, if you decided to sell your body like that ... Ehh, it's your life. It just means I'll have another foal to babysit in a year or two."

That last part caught me off guard. "Pregnancy is that common?"

Star nodded as she applied an eyelash. "Contraptions are a rarity out in the wasteland. That's why there's foals all over the place. That, and most of us don't think about it until we find ourselves wide in the barral." She chuckled. "Oh that was a huge bag of drama for me. I should've known that it would happen with how active I was with Skipper, but I never thought about it at the time. I'm guessing it's not the same where you're from?"

"Very!" I answered, "In my stable, we do have contraptions, but even then, I was never allowed to be alone in a room with a stallion, as I was expected to stay pure until I got a husband of proper standing. Though, for everypony else in the metro, mares outnumber stallions five to one."

"Seriously, that many mares to a stallion?!" Star gasped.

"Ya, though I only heard about it. where completion to get the attention of a stallion could get quite violent," I explained.

"I can imagine how much of a problem that can be, well unless you're into mares." She wiggled her eyebrows at me.

I sighed. "Maybe a little. There were times where things got both stressful and boring at home. I had a pair of maids who I experimented with, but I've never been in any relationship with a stallion, so I don't know what I would feel about it."

Closing the makeup kit, Star sprayed me with some old perfume before giving me a hug while being careful not to smudge my makeup. "You are just too precious! You know that, right?" She then sighed. "Sometimes I do miss it, those precious moments I had with Skipper. I haven't been with a stallion since. I don't need another foal when I already have Bridget. I was in a brief relationship with Bronze Chain, but… Well, let’s just say she's not ready for commitment yet." Star backed up, giving me some space, and clapped her hooves together. "Alright. Move your legs to see how it all feels."

I shook my legs one by one, The clothes made me feel stiff at first. The heels caused me to wobble before I found my balance. After a moment, I trotted out gracefully. There was a slight sway to my hips because of the heels.

"Well, this is not the most restrictive dress I've ever worn,” I reported, “though I feel like I'm about to do a magic show that ends in a striptease."

"Perfect!" Star chuckled. "Maybe we'll let you work the pole after busy hours."

This time I chuckled. "No fucking way in Tartarus would I do that!" I assured firmly with a hint of a playful glint in my eye.

"You say that now," Cloudy teased as she stepped out, dressed in what looked like a cream white wedding dress... a very sexy cream white wedding dress. Other than her white lace panties and white fishnet stockings, her entire dress was basically just veils made into a dress. "But, from my experience, about everypony wants to give pole dancing a try at least once, though it takes a few drinks for most to get confident enough to make the attempt."

I was unsure where to look since, no matter where my eyes fell, it made me feel embarrassed. Even her face, which was done up to make her eyes more stunning. "I… well… I mean, this is taking up all the confidence I have right now."

"True that. My first time working the floor almost had me in tears," Cloudy recalled with a sigh.

"That was definitely a rough night for sure," Star agreed. "If they didn't want to fuck Cloudy, then they wanted to fuck with her. No chill at all that night. I still remember having to drag a broken stallion I personally fucked up thoroughly through the tavern as an example to the others."

Cloudy nodded "Ya. Neither Waterspout, nor the Sheriff, gave you shit for that stunt." She trotted past us, moving out of the dressing room, "I'll see you two out on the floor now, so enjoy the show." She winked at me again before trotting out of sight.

"Alright, let’s go," Star told me before trotting out of the dressing room as well.

Backstage, Cloudy waited by some curtains that lead to the stage. The two mares on the couch were now joined by what was clearly a stallion in a dress, plopped between them as they fanned him off. We passed the back door, just barely out of sight. The mare that was out there was making out with the dishwasher, getting more hot and heavy than I was comfortable with seeing.

Standing at the door to the tavern floor was Waterspout. He looked at me and nodded.

"Personally,” Waterspout expressed, “I think less is more, as the ponies here like the more adventurous look to their mares, but this has its charm to it."

Waterspout pulled out a black ring and tossed it to me. I barely grabbed it with my hooves. It was a black velvet choker with cheap jewel hearts studded into it.

"Put that on,” he demanded of me. “It will give the patrons less than innocent thoughts, which will help you do the job." He transferred his look to Star. "Did you tell her the rules?"

I looked at Star with a raised eyebrow. In response, she shrugged.

"We got a lot of patrons who think we will give blow jobs if they impress us enough with the caps they spend,” Star explained to answer my silent question. “We don't usually reciprocate. Well, not on the floor, at any rate. For that, you take that up to the brothel.”

Star then pointed to the choker on her own neck “Anyways, chokers and collars are strongly encouraged to promote this behavior. Also, if a patron starts showing their privates, just ignore it as long as they're not trying to get you to touch it. If it starts to happen, a brothel worker will try and lure them away, or a bouncer will remove them.”

She then said. “So ya, rules are simple. Keep physical contact with patrons at a minimal, as in no fighting or fucking them on the floor. Don't drink the patron’s drinks. We will provide you with a watered-down version if they order one for you.”

“Lastly, even if you're no longer enjoying yourself, don't show it. Keep up the act until you can get away. There are always other working mares willing to take over." Star finished.

I put on the choker and nodded. "Basically like a family reunion then."

The two shared a quick concerned glance between them as if silently thinking, "What?"

Waterspout scowled . "Ya, not the first time hearing that, at least it's not an incest canibal cult this time. Fucking tribles!" He then stepped to the side to let me pass. "If you do decide to take anything to the brothel, you're paying me to rent the room for an hour, or whatever you make from the patron you keep. That's how this works here."

Star rolled her eyes. "Like I said, not stopping you from doing whatever, but best to hold off from prostitution until you really need the caps."

"Don't worry. I’m not planning on doing anything like that. I’m still unsure how to even talk to any of the customers." I said as I put on a fake smile to hide my increasing nervousness. All that talk about sex only made it worse. My heart threatened to jump out of my chest.

I trotted around the floor. I was unsure where to start. Most of the clients were busy with mares already at their tables. All I could do was scan the room to see what my options were.

One had an older stallion with a scruffy beard who was clearly already plastered. A bunch of empty bottles was on his table. Also had a stallion passed out next to him.

Another table had three stallions dressed similarly. One in the middle was being forced to drink more than the other two.

There was another table which had an older than me but not that old unicorn stallion in a dusty suit. He was sipping on a beer. Focused on watching the stage. If my job was to get clients to enjoy themselves and drink more, he was clearly a good target.

Taking a deep breath to calm my nerves, of which didn't help at all, I trotted over to the lone stallion and sat down at his table booth with my chest still pounding. He glanced at me while chuckling as he sipped his beer.

"What are you, Trixie the magical slut?" Well, that probably answered why he was on his own. "Well you can go shake your flank elsewhere. I'm only interested in high-class dame's. Ya dig?"

My nervousness failed, replaced by pure annoyance! This two-bit wannabe gent thinks I'm low class? I'm a mother bucking Princess! I am the principal of a high-class lady!

Right. Time to get this asshole stupid drunk and take him for every cap he owns.

"I assure you,” I cooed smoothly, “if you're looking for a truly classy lady, then look no further. Name's Harp Melody. And you are?" I said in the sweetest tone I could.

He paused for a moment, eyeing me up as he took another sip. "Lean Year, hair to the Golden Harvest farmer's union, the biggest producer of crops to the NCR." He then put his beer down and leaned back, kicking his hooves onto the table. "That makes me a big shot. Real important. Ya dig?"

Covering my muzzle with my left fenlock, I chuckled to fake how impressed I was. I had seen my share of rich foals. Their egos were bloated by their mother’s money with no sense to their real value, which was rarely ever as close as their parents.

I will admit that it was always a bad idea to underestimate a pony’s worth before getting to know them. That and I didn't have my family's protection out here, so it would be a good idea to be more strategic and political.

"The NCR? I'm a bit ignorant about them,” I admitted to the “gentle” pony, “but I've heard they're the next big power around here. If your family feeds them, that makes you more than just important. I dare say, you’re invaluable, actually."

A smirk formed on Lean Year's muscle. "Invaluable, you say?” he remarked in a flattered tone. “Ya, that's right. I'm bucking invaluable. I guess you do dig." This time he took a swig of his beer. "Without me, my family wouldn't be as big as they are now. There wouldn’t even be an NCR!"

He started to buy into his own hogshit a bit too easy, but I was not going to complain. Still, it was too soon to get him ordering more drinks just yet. Paying more attention to Lean’s appearance, the unicorn seemed a bit small for his suit, yet it didn't sag, so he had to be padding it. His mane was also overly greasy. His cologne was applied too thickly. He had been sipping his beer before which didn't shout confidence. If I was to guess, I would say he was only acting the part of a bigshot which meant he would be an emotional landmine; one I could abuse easily if I knew his trigger.

The music then stopped. The current dancer trotted to the backstage. After that, nearly everypony seemed to settle down. Even Lean became focused on the stage as more formal music then began to play. The curtains parted slightly. Cloudy Sunrise stepped out with a veil over her face, causing many of the patrons to cheer in excitement. Even Lean looked excited, though he was more reserved about it.

"Charming, isn't she?” I teased in delight. “A shame she has to work here." As I said that softly, drew closer to Lean.

"Damn shame. A dame like that can do better," he grumbled as he took a swig of his beer, but found it empty. "Bitch, get me another!"

I kept myself calm as I picked up the beer. I looked back at the bar. There, I saw Star Charter standing, keeping an eye on me. I held up his empty beer bottle to showcase my request. In response, Star nodded. Turning back to the stage, I put the unlabeled beer down as I watched Cloudy while she slowly trotted to the pole like she was going to get married to it. The music shifted to a more electronic dance. Cloudy threw off the veil as she wrapped a hoof around the pole.

Dropping off the beer, Star gave me a concerned look. I responded with a brave smile and a wink. In return, she nods back at me before trotting off.

I wait for Lean to take another sip before making another move. "I could invite her to join us after her dance," I offered.

Lean spilled a bit of his beer in his surprise. He eyes me momentarily before we both looked back at the stage.

"Why do you think I need your help getting her to join me?” Lean challenges me defensively. “What mare can even resist this?" I avoided cringing at that last part.

Cloudy's dance involved her being shockingly flexible. She held onto the pole in ways most ponies shouldn't. That and the way her swaying hips drew my eyes more than it should.

"Two mares would be better than one,” I mused aloud while inwardly fighting to focus away from Cloudy’s mesmerizing dance. “I mean with a stallion like you? How can one be enough?"

There was another sudden pause from Lean as his eyes looked over at me with a bit of confusion. I respond by playing with the empty bottle in my hooves.

He took another sip then singled to the bar to get me a beer, of which Star quickly delivered.

"Last I checked,” he began, “the pegasus dame is a busy mare. What makes you think she'd join a slut like you over having me all to herself?"

"Call it a hunch," I said as I watched Cloudy spun on the pole. When she slowed down, I gave her a wave. She gave me a wink back in return.

I could see Lean raise an eyebrow. He slowly looked over at me. After I received his full attention, I then knocked back the beer, putting my youth of soda drinking contests to use. It tasted like foamy fizzy water as it slid down my throat. Slamming the now empty bottle down, I covered my mouth with my fenlock to keep me from spitting that shit up as well as not looking like I was going to spit it up. "I prefer Canterlot brandy myself. Even if it's just a sip, it's divine," I proclaimed with a smile and a wink.

There was a pause as he narrowed his eyes at me. After that he, too, shot back the beer. He slammed the empty bottle down even harder than I did. "Alright,” Lean agreed with interest. “You get her to this table, but I ain't going to get out drunk by another mare, especially not by a small one like you. Ya dig?" He turned to the bar as he shouted, "Wild pegasus whiskey! Make that two glasses on the double!"

The drinks arrived shortly later. Unsurprisingly, mine was watered down significantly, so I joined Lean in watching Cloudy shake her cute flank.

...

Another pair of drinks was dropped off. Lean paid for both with his caps and some paper NCR bills.

"What is even that outfit?” Lean wondered in a drunken haze. “This is a fu… fucking strip joint, not a magic show. Ya gots tah be new to places like dis." he pointed out as he sipped his whiskey.

I rolled my eyes. "It's because my flank is magical. I've been to a place bigger and grander than this. A fucking casino somehow ended up dressed as a bunny mare too."

Lean burst out into laughter, almost spitting out his beer in the process. "Like in the wingboner magazines! Fuck ... I’d love tah have sheen dat!"

...

The fifth rounds of drinks arrived. I felt hot, not that I cared. It was just caramel-colored water. Drinks up!

"Ya fuck Petcution Cap'sh!" Lean slurred as he shouted, and we all cheered, having been joined by two other stallions and another working mare. "She'sh may be able to out drink'sh me, and beat me'sh down, but I'll get her'sh. Already bought'sh out all her customers'sh, the bitch'sh!" We all cheered again as he took another shot of whiskey.

...

The... I don't fucking know how many. They now shot glasses of this shitty shit that Cloudy keeps me from drinking. It had turned into a drinking contest between six, or was it twelve? They kept wobbling, so it was hard to count, but I somehow became the prize.

"Again!" Cloudy shouted a cheer as she knocked back the shot glass, shortly followed by the other ponies. One just fell over instead of drinking. "Again!" Cloudy called aloud. Once more we knocked back a shot glass. She seemingly was too sober for what she had drunk.

...

"And *hic* my ma always told me to *hic* not come back till that ro *hic* robo bitch was capless or *hic* dead." Lean blubbered into my lap as I patted his greasy mane. "But *hic* she's keeps finding ways to *hic* make me look like a fool *hic* and she killed my two best *hic* enforcers." I knocked back a martini I personally ordered, finally understanding how mother must have felt whenever elder brother ran to her crying.

Fuck I miss him, that genocidal moron.

…

The music had stopped, replaced by ponies clapping their hooves in unison as Cloudy helped show me how to dance on the pole. It felt like I was swimming in water as everything wobbled. I don't know when it happened, or care, but I had lost all my clothes except for my hat and shoes. My flank was bare for all to see.

"Who wants me!" I cried out as I lost my grip on the pole. I fell back to only be caught by Cloudy. There was a roar from the ponies down on the floor.

"Carefully there, Harp. Breaking a leg is just a phrase." She chuckled as she said that while pulling me back up and close to her.

I looked her in the eyes, and fuck, pegasi were just too damn sexy.

"You can have me," I blurted out. I leaned in to peck her on the cheek. I somehow missed. Her tongue was in my mouth… what?

She then pulled back. "Alright, then I call first dibs. Maybe even second or third." She kissed me again, and the ponies on the floor roared in cheers.

….

By Celestia, did my head hurt! It is like sompony was running a metro train inside my skull. My mouth was also very dry. My stomach felt very angry with me. Overall, I knew I done something stupid last night. Trying to get up, I found something holding onto me. Looking back, I saw Cloudy under the covers with me. She slowly stirred, opening her eyes, then smiled at me.

"Uhhh… did I get on that stage and strip?" I mumbled.

She nodded, then kissed me. "Ya, you did a decent show for a drunk mare's first time, though next time try and not molest me on stage. That's a bit too much of a show."

I felt a lot of heat rush to my face as I slowly remembered what had happened. "S… sorry! I didn't… I mean… oh…"

Cloudy shushed me with her soft hoof as she climbed onto me. "Don't fret. It's not your fault. Some dumb bitch slipped you a real strong drink when we weren’t looking. It happens sometimes. You at least got a lot of ponies drinking and drained that asshole of all his caps and NCR bills, so the boss was happy. Star also made sure no pony took advantage of you, and I let you have fun."

I cocked an eyebrow. "And why did that includes me pole dancing, stripping… and us having sex?" My head was still pounding, hard. "How many times did we… you know?"

She leaned in close, her breath on my ear. "I stopped counting, but we can restart if you're feeling up to it."

I felt both physically and mentally like shit. I do not even remember ever feeling a pain like this before. There was no way I was good to go at it, much less do anything else…

"Fuck it." I sighed then kissed Cloudy. "But I need some painkillers first."

-Unique Item Obtained- (Ruffled Feathers Dancer's Dress) a charming dress that gets more charming as you take it off slowly. It smells faintly of cheap perfume and booze.

-Relationship- (Cloudy Sunrise) you two are now considered lovers.