Club Bangers

Mango Blitz didn't think much of it when her boyfriend Spade Joker got her a job at the new underground nightclub. She had abandoned the rave scene long ago after it started to eat into her college studies. A few year ago, she would have jumped at the chance to work at a place called Unbridled. Now she couldn't help but groan at that name. Still, getting out of the apartment was appealing, and supposedly Joker had coaxed a high paycheck for her out of the brass, so she decided to channel her old self for a night when she entered the doors of the club.

It was surprisingly chill in there. She didn't have to muscle through unbreakable crowds just to get to the fancy oak bar. She could hear her own voice over the thumping bass, which was nice for a change. She familiarized herself with the shelves beneath the bar; the bottles lined up at the so-called fountain were just for display.

Blitz found herself bobbing her head to a pleasant variety of songs. There was a gradual shift between pop, electronica, classic rock, and even some genres she never knew she liked. Suddenly R&B didn't seem so sleazy when she was enjoying it with the other workers and dancers. As more jazzy tunes revved up and the moshing turned into slow, intimate dancing, two distinct characters came to the bar. One was a unicorn mare in skintight adornments. The other was an unusual breed of hippogriff. Blitz had never seen one without a beak before, but she didn't make anything of it. He was actually quite the cutie.

"What's your poison, kids?" Blitz asked.

"Surprise us. Two of anything," said the hippogriff.

The unicorn mare was quiet, in terms of voice. She was as subtle a dubstep album in her affectionate, downright lustful gazes towards her paramour. She kissed and nuzzled him as she guzzled her drink, and while he returned the favor, she was far more dominant.

Blitz was just about to write it off as the spirit of the club mixed with a few heavy drinks, but it clearly became more than that when she notices the mare's hoof brushing along the hippogriff's haunches, going somewhere risky.

She was about to call them out, but their heated breaths gave her pause, and made her remember the night she met Joker, and when she discovered just how versatile pegasus wings can be, all under the cover of flashing lights and pounding music...

She gave the young couple a pass, and apparently none of the other bartenders were willing to do otherwise, even as the mare crawled over him, forcing him onto the counter. Blitz casually stood aside and left them to it as she served the other blissful patrons, sneaking occasional glances at the shameless display.

Fully unsheathed, the hippogriff moaned and gasped as the mare took him in. Her rapid licking and sucking were downright theatrical, and she seemed to get off on the attention if her glistening marehood spoke for anything.

Eventually, Blitz fully accepted that this was a new normal. Unbridled. The name of the club was as appropriate as club names could get, which was nice for a change.

She prepared a washrag as she heard the stallion's last desperate moan, watching as the mare guzzled down his creamy fluids. Not an inch of his cock was spared her tongue's embrace. The washrag was nearly irrelevant.

Blitz flashed the hippogriff a congratulatory smile, having come to terms with their public display of affection. "Need a refill?" she asked as she took away his empty cup.

He took notice of her and raised his claws. "Make it a double."