A New chapter for the Sugarcube Strip Club (Vote chapter)

Angel Cake had been stripping at Sugarcube Corner for a while now, ever since she had stepped out of Flurry Heart’s Mirror Dimension, she had taken to the stripper pole like a fish to water. It was her element, it was what she had been born for, it was her destiny.

And it was a destiny that she very much enjoyed.

It made her heart race to see the mares at the club’s eyes glaze over with lust. To see in the eyes of her audience that there was only one mare, one pony that they cared about now. Angel, just Angel. She was all that mattered to them, they needed her. Needed her body, needed her allure, needed her tits and to get them, they would do anything she wanted.

Sugarcube Corner was her kingdom. She may have joined the club as a stripper like any other, but it didn’t take long for her to change that. The scent, the sounds, the erotic atmosphere that celebrated their Master, his diamond and the sexual flesh of all mares who served his harem. It always drew the crowd.

And tonight, the crowd was bigger than ever. Granny MILF and Mayor Mare’s filthy little plan for the Friendship Games had worked like a charm. Angel Cake wondered if the entire audience had turned up there for the night, eager to act on the lusts that had been inspired by the combined efforts of the Canterlot and Ponyville strippers. It was a full house, even long past rush hour.

All the strippers were dancing on different stages around the clock. The audience would twist their necks this way and that just to be able to see them all. Angel Cake, for her part, was part of a team. Specifically with her sweet sister, Pumpkin Cake.

They were dancing together, pressing their bodies against each other. Angel Cake’s titanic boobs pressed against Pumpkin’s back as she reached around and gave her a grope. Sometimes they kissed for the crowd’s amusement, sometimes they kissed for the sake of their own lust. Their tongues would explore each other’s bodies, always in the most taboo of places. The crowd always went wild.

Angel Cake had worn a similar outfit to that of the Friendship Games pole dancing contest. That of a succubus, ironic given that she was named after an angel, or perhaps not given that she shared the dark heart of a fallen angel, but it drove the crowd wild nonetheless. Pumpkin Cake wore the outfit of an angel, though one more revealing than any true angel. Right now, Angel Cake had her sister’s legs spread, just when she was spinning around the pole, Her tongue tasting the sweet spice of sin in a pussy that was once so pure.

It was at that key moment that Angel Cake smelt something. She, like her sisters, was part dragon, from her father’s side. Among the many advantages the superior genetics of the Master of the Horde gave them, they were also blessed with a keen sense of smell. And she remembered every smell from everyone she’d ever fucked. Whether it was the divine scent of her father’s semen, or the dripping cunts of every mare she’d ever had the pleasure of fucking.

And that was how she knew it was none other than Misty Fly who’d just entered. From the corner of her eye she’d spotted her. Still a little timid, with her hand rubbing her arm, but looking around with such childlike awe. It was almost certainly her first time at a club like this and Angel Cake was determined to make it a good one.

She made Pumpkin Cake cum effortlessly. For an expert like herself, it was always a simple feat to bring another mare to orgasm at her own leisure. But for now, Angel Cake was much more interested in Misty Fly’s visit.

She had been such a sweet, shy mare at the Games. Even now there were hints of that sweet mare in her demeanour. She shrunk back from the lewd catcalls of the crowd, and did not seem at home with the loud music and vibrant atmosphere. Yet now, a hunger had started to grow in the corner of her eyes.

Elegantly, Angel Cake sprang off the stage and strode through the crowd. The audience parted as she walked, as though she was a queen and they were her subjects. They knew who deserved the right of way and never once did Angel Cake need to break her stride even through the most densely populated areas.

“Misty Fly, I’m so glad you can join us.” Angel Cake purred, smiling widely as she pulled the Pegasus into a hug, before she whispered into her ear. “How has life treated you as our Master’s ****?”

“It’s not too different for now, at least on the surface.” Misty Fly admitted, she seemed embarrassed to admit that. “But it feels different, like I’m moving towards a purpose, a destiny. Everything I do feels more enjoyable because I know it’s for our Master’s pleasure.”

“And how does it feel to be a wanton slut, a **** for our Master’s pleasure?” Angel Cake whispered, her hand wrapping around Misty Fly’s.

“It’s scary, but exciting. It’s like I’m free, which is strange, because I’m a sex **** now.” Misty Fly admitted softly but with an earnest excitement, like a cute kitten.

“It’s because you’re free of the lie of your old life. You know your purpose now, your ultimate responsibility. To serve our Master, to recruit for him, to expand his power and to serve him. We are free from the aimlessness of our old life and the petty morals that we once had and are now free to serve him. That's why you're free." Angel Cake whispered, pressing her body against the sweet pegasus who shivered under her touch.

Celestia, it turned her on to do this. To take sweet and kind mares and turn them into such perverts. It was addicting, she could never get enough of it. On top of that, she could sense the perversion in Misty Fly's heart, simply begging to be released. "Want to join me on stage?"

Misty Fly's mouth went agape as she looked at the stage, and all the crowd who were focused on the two of them. Though admittedly more on Angel Cake than on Misty Fly. "You really want me up there?"

"Of course and I know you want to be up there too." Angel Cake purred, her perfume wafting into Misty's Fly's nostrils, the scent entrapping her in a haze of lust. "You've come so far from the sweet, kind mare you seemed to be before. There's an exhibitionist inside you, an eager slut that should be admired and enjoyed by more."

Misty Fly chuckled, the kind of chuckle one gave when they received a particularly flattering compliment. "Well, maybe there's some truth to that, a perverted beast that you've unleashed inside me."

Angel Cake held out a hand. "Shall we?"

She took it and allowed herself to be led onto the stage by Angel Cake. Whereas before she may have shrunk back from the lewd stares surrounding her and made herself as small as possible, now she grinned and followed.

On the stage, she wasn’t skilled, not like Angel Cake. But it was understandable given that she was never trained to anywhere close to the same extent that Angel Cake herself had been. Still, she was enthusiastic and eager and put on a plenty good show, especially as she was happy to yield to Angel Cake’s gentle guidance as she danced for the crowd.

“Listen to them, dear, listen to their lust for you, how they celebrate the depraved slut you’ve become.” Angel Cake purred, dancing sensually around her prey, rubbing her gorgeous body against Misty Fly’s as she did. “Flash them.”

Misty Fly hesitated for only a second before following Angel Cake’s instructions. Her ample tits were soon flashing the audience of perverted mares, the only sign of any hesitation for her was a slight trace of sheepishness on her wide grin. The crowd ate it up and Angel Cake saw fit to reward the sweet mare with another lewd lesbian kiss.

“Wanna fuck? We can bring my sister on. She used to have a heart of gold, you know, never able to be comfortable stripping before anyone. Might have got it from her father, or perhaps my mother before she was inducted into the horde.” Angel Cake purred as she danced. She was just showing off now, her conquest, her corruption, her prize. Good mares turned bad were her trophies, and she relished the chance to show one off.

Misty Fly gaped at her for a few seconds, before sheepishly nodding. Angel Cake snapped her fingers and soon, Pumpkin Cake was coming onto the stage, flipping her orange hair back onto her shoulders. "Would you dirty mares want a taste of some stripper tits?"

The two nodded and placed their lips on Angel Cake's huge tits. Angel's Cake's hands wrapped around the back of their heads and pulled them into her breasts. They were greedy as they served her tits, their asses swaying from side to side for the crowd’s enjoyment.

"Celestia, your tits are so good." Pumpkin Cake purred, her wide eyes glowing with awe as she looked up at her older sister. Angel Cake chuckled softly.

"Naturally, but of course, yours are excellent too. I'm sure our Master cannot wait to devour them in an incestuous orgy, Pumpkin." Angel Cake purred, almost motherly as she glazed into the wicked eyes of her sister.

"It must be so good to have a family like yours. So much lesbian sex." Misty Fly admitted, looking over her shoulder at the crowd of horny mares ogling the three of them. Angel Cake let out a laugh.

"Here's hoping that you too find a similar family. Because I know from experience that **** adds spice." Angel Cake purred, pushing Misty Fly away with her right hand so that she could finger her pussy with her left. Oh, how delightfully she moaned and how sinfully she squirmed. It was intoxicating for the hatchling.

"Oh, that would be great, find a sexy, big titted mare, maybe use magic to knock one of us up." Misty Fly moaned, eyes closed as she dreamed of such a world in her mind's eye. Angel Cake's own grin grew wider, such a perverted mare. Just how she liked them.

"Perhaps I can help you with that." Angel Cake whispered into her ear. "Find you a nice big-titted mare to marry and breed with. A nice, happy incestuous family. A shame I'm not the marrying type."

"Heh, maybe some day, for now, let's dance."

"And fuck." Angel Cake purred. "Oh yes, my sweet. We're putting on a show, and the crowd loves a good fuck."

“Looking forward to it.”

A/N: So I’ve decided, whichever character is chosen for the next two votes (Ponyville and background votes) that we will then advance to the next setting regardless. Nevertheless Bob Bon will still remain an option regardless but we should really be getting things moving.

Vote here: https://strawpoll.com/GJn44xKdqnz

Any suggestions, feedback, and constructive criticism are welcome.

And special thanks to ShadowLDrago and Jonathan Stag for proofreading this chapter.