There was no music or flashing strobe lights when we walked back out, which was just as well; I wasn’t sure I could keep a straight face if I had to parade around like a model doing a strip-tease for the attention of a few stallions. Though, the look I imagined on Big Mac’s face if I was to maybe wrap one of my legs around him and pull my shirt off to show him the lack of a bra underneath…

Ahem.

Cheerilee got to go first. I stood to the side of the living room, perpendicular to the couch and just to the side of the currently unlit fireplace. Cheerilee came into the room a second after I arrived, prancing and strutting forward exactly like she was a model on display. It made me a little jealous; even in my best moments pretending for a date or doing silly performance for a girlfriend, I’d never manage to be anything but a clumsy pudge-ball with big boobs lumbering around more awkwardly than a one-legged duck. Cheerilee’s entrance alone made me want to holler and throw dollar bills on an invisible stage.

She seemed to be well aware of what she was doing, in any case. As she walked by the couch she made sure to give each stallion a swish of her pink, bobbing tail right under their nose, tickling their snouts with a garish swish of her intoxicating ice-cream pink. Caramel in particular looked attentive after his swish, and sat up properly in his seat for the first time since his drink.

Cheerilee made her way over to me by the fireplace, swishing her butt the whole way. She flicked her tail side-to-side every few seconds, giving the boys in the audience ample view of her dark-cherry behind. I was a little jealous; I’d never taken the time to ogle Cheerilee’s booty before; now I desperately wanted to, but was confined to standing awkwardly on the side of the ‘stage’ waiting for my turn to attempt a look even half as sexy as Cheerilee. If one of them didn’t pounce her and start rubbing her squishy looking butt I might just have to myself.

Cheerilee took care to elongate the movements in her performance. I could almost picture the cheesy music an invisible DJ was playing in the background. Cheerilee turned in circles, flicking her tail with each rotation and spreading her legs as she bobbed back and forth more than I'd imagined she was capable. She paused on the third turn and faced her audience on the couch. She gave them what I imagine was the most provocative look any of them had ever seen, and then arched her back, slowly, pushing her head to the ground and pointing her ass straight up in the air. She flicked her tail back and forth as she did so, letting the bunched tip bounce over her back and haunches.

She gave me a full view of her backside in the process.

Damn.

In much the same fashion that I'd never taken the time to look at what might be on display between an errant stallion`s legs, I'd also never taken the time to get an eyeful of a pretty looking mare’s love-hole or accompanying decoration. Cheerilee`s was on display right in front of me, and it made me wonder how anyone in Ponyville got any work done with what must be a veritable smorgasbord of hot, fuckable pussy parading around town for the taking. What was even more unbelievable was that Cheerilee, with her pliable, grab-able, imminently delectable looking backside and everything else in between, somehow managed to have a problem with finding suitable stallions. There should have been a line around the block waiting for the chance to even look. Maybe an application process to start filtering out first date candidates. I’d have to set something up after the evening was over.

Cheerilee’s show had the intended effect. Whether the boys were aware that she was giving little ol’ bisexual me a full view of her already eager looking pussy and accompanying accoutrements, I could see a nervous shuffling in the couch and an extra attention to the available drinks on the table.

Big Mac and Caramel were still tucked into a proper sitting position, but I was rewarded for craning my head over Cheerilee’s bent-over back with a sight I’d been wanting to see all night; not from any pony in particular, but just in general.

Snails was staring at his teacher’s sexy, suggestive swaying. The piece of meat I’d ogled before starting our little ‘contest’ wasn’t soft anymore – from the size in comparison, it didn’t look like it was hard all the way either, but there was a definite stiffness to the giant thing standing up between Snails’ legs. Goddamn did it look huge. I have no idea how Cheerilee managed to keep herself under control in class with such a colossal, perfectly gigantic length of cock waiting for her only feet away. Even from just a glance I wanted to grab it in my hands and feel how big it was, caress every inch with my fingertips, and then see how good it would feel to wrap both my hands around and start jerking that huge fucking rod until its owner sprayed a hot stream of-

Woah.

Um.

I clenched my legs together as Cheerilee returned to her normal posture, and hoped the three audience members present were focused on the sexy school teacher in front of me instead of my not so subtle lip-biting and ogling.

Cheerilee smiled as she walked up beside me and gave me a swish of her tail as well. I could smell the wine we’d shared earlier as she wafted her tail under my nose, and a little something I hadn’t noticed about Cheerilee before; a particular scent, like school chalkboards mixed with soft flowers and fancy pillows and ‘take me back to your bed right now and make love to me until I can’t say my own name’.

Hngh.

I shuffled on my feet again, hoping  I wasn’t showing anything that someone might see through my clothes. I was wearing jeans, so that wasn’t much of a worry.

But.

My nipples were pretty hard under my shirt.

No bra.

Damn.

I guess I’d have to hope that ponies, not doing the whole ‘boobs’ thing, wouldn’t pick up on how obviously turned on I was from the two pointed tips on my tits.

The shirt I was wearing felt very heavy all of a sudden. It made me wish Cheerilee would turn the fireplace on so I could use that to keep myself warm instead of the stupid cloth fabric over my chest.

And, while I was at it, why not take the jeans out of the equation as well…

“Well, that’s it for me. I hope my performance is enough to go by, gentleponies.” Cheerilee’s speech pulled me out of the reverie of my clothesless speculation and back into the present.

The three stallions on the couch murmured an assent of ‘mh-hmm’s and bobbed their heads in approval.

Oh god.

Snails’ dick bounced with the rest of his body. The tip bobbed up and down like a candy apple on a stick that I wanted so badly to get my mouth around…

“So, Samantha. I hope you have something prepared to present to our guests as well.” Cheerilee sounded like she was lecturing me in class, chiding me for coming to school with an ill-prepared homework assignment. I pulled my gaze away from Snails’ painfully attention-grabbing dong and looked at her uncertainly.

“Um… sure. I dunno if I can make myself look as good as you though.”

Cheerilee smirked at me and gave me a wink that seemed to go unnoticed by the peanut gallery.

“Don’t worry, dear. I’m sure your natural talents will speak for themselves.”

I swallowed nervously and turned to face the audience on the couch.

Better start with some kind of sexy dance routine as best I could manage–

“Hold on a minute.”

Snails’ voice interrupted me before I was even a few seconds into what was bound to be a clumsy start to a dance move I’d seen in a bad music video several years ago. I paused and turned to him, breaking the imaginary strip-club wall I’d put up in my mind.

“Yes, Snails?” Cheerilee asked, soothing and motherly as though she was completely oblivious to the giant dick swaying in between her favorite student’s legs.

“This isn’t really fair, is it?” he asked.

I felt crushed. Was the contest over already? I knew Cheerilee would out-sexy me any day of the week, but if she was right, I was hoping I’d at least have the ‘foreign beauty’ thing going for me…

“What do you mean, Snails?” Cheerilee asked, stepping forward a bit from her waiting place by the fireplace. I focused my attention alongside hers, both of us looking at Snails and trying to ignore the sizable distraction staring us right in the face.

“Well,” he started, sounding as though he was puzzling out each word as he went along, “it’s not a good comparison, ‘cause… Miss Cheerilee’s not wearing anything. And you’ve got… stuff on.”

He called her ‘Miss Cheerilee’. Why was that so hot?

He was right, too.

“That’s a very good point, Snails. It’s not really fair to our judges if we’re not both on an even playing field. Don’t you agree, Samantha?”

Why did she have to put me on the spot like that?

I felt a flush of red run across my cheeks as Cheerilee suddenly focused her attention on me.

“Well, yes… I mean, no… sort of. It’s kind of… different, where I come from. With humans, I mean.”

“How?” Snails asked obliviously, still rocking back and forth in his seat slightly, his engorged member bobbing along with his motion.

I bit my lip and tried not to squirm.

“Well,” I started, unsure of how best to explain my species’ fixation with the avoidance of nudity, “normally humans are only naked when they’re… around someone they, uh. Someone they’re really comfortable with. “ I considered the host of a few guys I’d brought back to my apartment and been anything but comfortable with. “Or, when they’re, uh, going to be intimate with someone.”

That might suffice for an explanation.

“Oh,” Snails said. He looked down for a moment, as though pondering the information I’d given him. He raised his head after a few seconds.

“Does that mean you and Miss Cheerilee are gonna be in-ta-mate with us?”

I wished dearly I’d had a drink to spit. Instead I had to settle for coughing.

Cheerilee kept her composure a bit better, but I could see the giant grin creeping across her face. Big Mac and Caramel were toggling their attention back and forth between Snails and me, both of them trying to avoid the very noticeably not-so-girly thing behind them.

“Let’s not get ahead of ourselves, Snails,” Cheerilee cautioned, smirking like a Cheshire Cat.

Gah.

“I do agree that Samantha is doing herself no favours by keeping her clothes on though. It’s not fair to our judges if she hides her beautiful body and doesn’t let them see both contestants properly.”

If my face wasn’t completely red, surely the blush must be spreading to the rest of my body as well.

“Don’t you think so too, Samantha?” Cheerilee asked, leaning towards me and giving a very pointed nudge to my tummy with her outstretched hoof.

“I guess so…” I mumbled, rubbing one of my arms awkwardly.

“Excellent! So, I’ll let you get on with your turn then. Whenever you’re ready.”

The  eyes of the three stallions in front of me felt suddenly very hot on my skin. It felt like being back in middle-school gym class, changing in front of everyone for the first time. Except, I don’t recall being soaking wet changing for my first gym class.

The fabric under my hands felt alien as I tucked my fingers under the bottom of my shirt. This would be the easy part – one swift motion and the shirt would be off. As for the jeans and panties underneath… well, I’d have to deal with that when I got there.

Just like taking off a band-aid, I thought to myself, and yanked my shirt off with one fluid motion.

The silence in the room felt suddenly unbearable.

I wanted to clench my eyes shut and block out the rest of the room, but I knew I couldn’t, or shouldn’t, so I settled on starting awkwardly at the couch with my face scrunched. I felt like I needed someone to say something – anything – to take away the awkward feeling of self-doubt at suddenly exposing my boobs and chub to a room full of presumably turned-on stallions.

Snails was the first to pipe up.

“What are those?” he asked in his voice that always sounded just a bit forced. It reminded me a little of a Canadian accent.

Still; that wasn’t the compliment I’d been looking for.

I wanted to melt into the ground, but the laws of physics prevented that.

Cheerilee glared at Snails, an expression it seemed like he was used to. He at least had the courtesy to look embarrassed for the bluntness of his question. Cheerilee looked to take that as apology enough, and she softened her expression before answering.

“Those are breasts, Snails, just the same as any mare has. Though, pony breasts are normally only visible at that size when they’re engorged, which occurs primarily when expecting after mating, to provide the foal with milk.”

How could Cheerilee make talking about tits sound so… educational?

“Oh,” Snails said. “Is she expecting now?”

“No,” I blurted out, fighting every urge in my body to cover my tits with some sort of crude hand bra. “Mine are just… always that big.”

“Oh,” Snails said again.

He let the revelation hang in the air for a moment before he spoke again.

“They’re pretty,” he said.

My skin must have looked like a ripe tomato.

Cheerilee made a sound like she was holding back a giggle, then smiled at Snails and nodded.

“I agree, Snails, they are very pretty.”

How did a ‘sexy show off’ turn into a lesson about human anatomy, anyway?

“What do the rest of you think?” Cheerilee asked, trying to include Big Mac and Caramel in a conversation they were too sensible to have gotten into in the first place.

Caramel shrunk into himself a little bit out of embarrassment, but nodded his head.

“Yeah, they’re pretty.”

Cheerilee turned her attention to Big Mac, who looked a good deal more anxious than I’d expected.

I let my eyes fall between his legs.

Oh.

Please let that be what I think it is.

“They’re, uh… real nice. Wouldn’t mind… seein’ the rest of what’s there too, mind. Certainly a treat to look at.”

For a pony that seemed intent on keeping an economy of words, Big Mac managed to say a mouthful about my pair, and then some besides.

I think I was starting to like him.

“Thanks,” I muttered, still feeling flustered and out of my element – which, to be fair, I was, pretty much by definition. The fact that I had the equipment of the three stallions in front of me on my mind and was praying none of them would notice how interested in that equipment I was when I took my pants off didn’t help matters.

“Well then, Samantha, would you be so kind as to continue with your performance?”

I gulped and nodded.

What was the best way to do this? Turned around, probably, so I didn’t have to look at them. They’d see either way. At least this way I could… put on a proper show.

I took a large mouthful of air and held it in my lungs as I turned around. The button on my jeans was suddenly a complex lock, fighting every effort to be undone. I managed to push the button out before my lungs screamed at me for another breath, but let go the chestful of air I was holding in as I slid my zipper down. I pictured the interested ear-perks and maybe something else perks behind me as I hooked my thumbs into the waistband of my pants and underwear and pulled them down.

Getting undressed had never seemed much of a show, but at least I knew it was something I was good at.

As I shuffled out of my jeans, taking care to remove my socks in this process (who wants to be naked with just their socks on?), I noted that despite the fact that I was now wearing less clothes, my body was noticeably hotter.

I felt a thickness in the air behind me even without turning around.

“Dang.”

Big Mac’s voice.

He must be able to see how...

“Come on, Samantha, it’s not polite to keep your eyes off your audience for so long,” Cheerilee chided. I wasn’t sure if she was revelling in my embarrassment or if she just wanted to get on with the evening.

Steeling myself with another large breath, I stood up and turned around before I had time to change my mind. The sight waiting for me on the couch made me glad no one could see between my legs anymore as long as I held them together.

All three stallions had apparently been paying very close attention.

I took a few seconds to get a look at each one. Snails, as already noted, was definitely the biggest – I’d been hoping Big Mac would have a secret surprise to live up to his namesake, but Snails had the monopoly on size, despite his age. Big Mac was nothing to scoff at though; I felt an extra shiver run down my back and a tiny trickle of wetness between my legs as I finally got a proper look at him. He did look about as big as my entire forearm, just like Cheerilee had indicated. In terms of size and shape... well, I hadn’t really been too sure what to expect. I mean, I was technically dealing with ponies, even if they happened to be smart and small and colorful. So, it made sense that none of them would be packing anything that looked ‘human’. Surprisingly, the slender shape and vaguely mottled texture didn’t seem off-putting at all; all I could think about was the size and how tingly just looking at Big Mac’s poorly concealed penis made me feel.

Caramel was nothing to scoff at either; it would have been hard to live up to the size of either of the two stallions on either side of him, but his length was still more than impressive. It almost reminded me more of a human’s size than a pony’s, except that if he’d been a guy I’d dragged home from the bar, I would have gone to bed happy I’d finally found someone not too disappointing.

I noticed Cheerilee grinning at me out of the corner of my eye, and stopped my staring as best I could manage.

“I think that, given the reaction, that we might have our winner. Wouldn’t you say so, gentlecolts?” Cheerilee asked the crowd, gesturing pointedly to my naked body. I tried to hunch into myself, but stopped as I realized I was doing no favours by tucking away the parts of me that seemed to be getting the most attention at the moment. I did feel a little self-conscious about the bulge of my stomach no longer covered by my shirt, but I don’t think that’s what anyone was focusing on anyway.

“I’m not too sure,” Big Mac said. His face was flushed, and it occurred to me as he spoke that I wasn’t the only one feeling embarrassed; Big Mac seemed flustered over how noticeably aroused he was, which only made me want him more. “I mean, y’all are both real nice to look at.”

“You’re both really pretty,” Snails chimed in, completely unashamed of the giant size of his cock swaying back and forth as he jostled in his seat.

“Very pretty,” Caramel echoed, reverting back to his pre-alcohol timidness.

Cheerilee set her eyes on Caramel as he spoke, and trotted over to him, her tail bobbing behind her butt as she walked. I managed to divert my attention from the viewing gallery of manliness to pay attention to her backside, and then the rest of her body as she reached the couch and leaned close to Caramel, moving with complete ireverrence to his prominent erection inches below her face.

“Is that true, Caramel? You think we’re both pretty?” Cheerilee turned her body as she spoke and began wafting her tail under Caramel’s nose, tickling the air in front of him with her pink ice-cream bob.

“I, uh, well...” Caramel stammered. It was easy to tell he wasn’t used to this much attention, especially coupled with the drinks and his stallionhood being on display for everyone to see.

Cheerilee giggled at his reaction.

“There’s no need to get flustered, Caramel. I was just teasing.” Cheerilee pulled herself back from the couch, flicking her tail one last time before giving a quick look to each of our three guests.

“Of course... teasing isn’t nice. As a rule, I try to avoid it because it just leaves everyone frustrated. Wouldn’t you agree, Samantha?”

“Yes,” I said, picking up on Cheerilee’s intent without even a wink. I was still fighting the urge to grab my clothes and cover myself immediately, but the insistence of my hormones and yearning for the thing I’d been waiting for all night won out. “I hate teasing too. I can tell you guys really appreciate the show we put on for you, and I think the fact that you’re willing to show it so much  means we owe you some kind of a thank you.”

I felt a small conflict settling in the back of my head. On one hand, I remembered night after night of bad clubs with bad drinks and badly dressed guys rubbing up on to me while dancing, grinding their less than impressive erections onto my butt through their clothes. I’d never felt any obligation to them, nor did I have any qualms about ‘teasing’ them.

But right now, I felt guilty, like I owed the painfully aroused stallions in front of me some kind of compensation just for their display of excitement. Probably, more than anything, my brain was just confusing my natural enthusiasm with some kind of internal justification for wanting to get on my hands and knees and see how much of Big Mac’s dick I could fit down my throat before I started choking.

Which was fine by me.

“We’d hate to be teases, wouldn’t we, Samantha?” Cheerilee asked, sidling up to Snails as she spoke. For the first time that night, I caught a hint of understanding in Snails’ eyes, as though he might finally be cluing in to why he’d been asked over in the first place.

“Definitely,” I said, walking up to Big Mac on the opposite end of the couch. He moved his hooves to try to cover his erection, but the difference in visibility was almost laughable; I could still see most of his length from behind his makeshift shielding, and it just made me want to pull his hooves away and take the rest into my own hands.

“I don’t have a problem taking care of our guests if you do,” Cheerilee went on, lowering herself to the floor next to Snails and placing one of her hooves on his leg. I could see his eyes widen as the inevitable tingle of Cheerilee’s proximity to his youthful excitement jolted through his body.

“No way, I’d be more than happy to. That is... if you guys don’t mind?”

I don’t know why I needed to bring the question of consent into the matter. I couldn’t think of a guy in the world that would say no to getting his hard-on taken care of by a pair of drunken, horny girls practically slavering over the size of their dick.

Maybe Caramel.

I kneeled next to Big Mac and put my hand on his leg the same as Cheerilee had done. It took every inch of willpower to keep myself from grabbing his big, swinging dong and going to town on it, but I looked at him with a bit of a pout, hoping he’d give his approval for me to finally start touching him.

There was a battle going on behind his eyes. I could only guess at why – maybe he was just a ‘proper’ pony who was saving himself from marriage. Or maybe he thought it was too taboo to have a human girl jerk him off in what could easily become an orgy with a single suggestion.

I stuck out my lower lip a little further and leaned forward, giving him a good view of my tits. I could feel the last of his walls crumble.

“Okay,” he said after a moment’s pause. I fought the urge to jump for joy.

So, that just left one.

“Caramel? You don’t mind if we help you take care of that, do you?” I reached my hand towards him and, surprising even myself, lightly poked the head of his cock, making it bounce up and down once or twice.

Caramel clenched his teeth and hissed in a mouthful of air as my finger touched him. He didn’t speak for a moment, but shook his head back and forth. After a few seconds more, he managed to open his mouth.

“No,” he said simply. “Don’t have a problem.”

Success.

“Great,” I said, smiling at him. “I’ll be over in just a minute.”

But first, there was somepony else who I desperately wanted to get my hands on.