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"I know it's not worth much on a night like this, but...can I get you another?"

Stef wasn't used to coming up with pickup lines, and the moment was even more awkward than it could have been, given that it was his own girlfriend who told him to go and make a move on another woman.

If he sat and tried to dissect the oddity of the whole thing, he would have missed her gracious reply.

"An act of kindness doesn't have to be worth a lot, stranger. I'll still take you up on it," she replied. Even though Judy told Stef that the mare had been staring at him for some time, he was surprised that she was so receptive to his advance, so much that he stammered, even when Judy's suspicions were confirmed. "Though...you do have to take a seat next to me."

"W-Why wouldn't I?" Stef asked, wishing that he could keep his stuttering to a minimum.

"Because you're gonna have one with me," she explained. "I'm not gonna get tricked into drinking too much and peeing myself on the dance floor again; you're gonna have to keep up with me if you want to buy me a drink."

Lifting a pair of digits to the bartenders, Stef accepted her logic and smiled nervously. "Two down here, then," he called out, sliding a five dollar bill to the other side of the counter. "Though it seems only one of us has any real experience with this kind of thing."

The mare chuckled, albeit briefly. "Clever," she murmured. "Though, I'm honestly shocked that this is really your first time at such an event: you and your little lady-friend seemed like you were regulars at this place."

"We used to live a little closer than we do now," Stef said. "But when we lived out here, they weren't exactly known for...well, t-this kind of night."

"Did she know?"

Stef looked aside bashfully. " She did. I didn't."

"So she roped you into a little something more than what you expected, hm? Sounds like my kinda girl," the mare teased, able to see just how nervous Stef was, even if she couldn't feel that energy radiating off of him. "You don't quite seem the type, but you should really be delighted, new guy. Most men would kill for the chance to just have a night off from their relationship and go back to normal the next day like nothing happened; she wants you to do that."

"She also wants to flirt with a fox across the bar, and do who knows what else with him," Stef muttered, as a third drink was set in front of him. "What's weird is I'm really not that upset, since I guess we never set ground rules, but...she's just able to do it so easily. It's a little harder for me."

"I'd say that it's a lot harder, actually."

"You're probably right."

A palm came to rest on the obvious bulge of his member, pushing out against the inside of his pant leg.

"Not what I was talking about, dude. You're so naïve that it's kinda cute...what's your name?"

She was smiling so warmly at him that Stef couldn't bring himself to brush her paw away from his crotch. He looked back over his shoulder for a moment, only to see that Judy was happily chatting up the fox that she'd targeted, without a care in the world that his new friend was fondling him.

"Everyone calls me Stef," he replied, finally. "And you?"

"Betty," the mare introduced herself. "And if it's too much, just say the word. I can keep my hands to myself if you want."

"N-no, no! It's...it's kinda nice, honestly," Stef admitted, even as his ears wilted with the same flustered attitude he'd been fighting all night. "I was just surprised that anyone could be as bold as Judy."

"Well, she obviously brought you here because she knew you were both interested in this kind of thing, and you'd be shocked to find out what a strong sense of...community there is when it comes to kinks. Most people struggle to find someone who's into the same thing they are, and when they do, they latch on pretty quick; we've started an entire event around it."

Judgment from potential friends was one of the biggest things that kept Stef from trying to make new ones in the first place. As much as Betty was riling him up with a slow and delicate stroke of her digits along his throbbing, veiny length, she was giving him the comfort to accept just how sensual everyone in the club was behaving.

He wasn't sure which one he was more grateful for, but there was no contest in determining which one felt better.

"If I'd known everyone was so friendly, I would have looked into it sooner," Stef claimed.

"_Pfft..._someone as shy as you? If not for that little firecracker of a husky you were walking around with, I don't think you ever would have found out about this in the first place!"

Stef knew she was right, but her taunting giggle was more than he could overlook. "You really think that I'm that timid?"

"All evidence points to yes, hun."

"A...All right," he stammered in his reply, doing little to help his cause, but he stood up all the same and slammed the rest of his drink, before setting the empty glass on the counter. "I'm never gonna convince you with my words, but...maybe I can convince you on the dance floor?"

Betty's eyes widened at his bold display, but she kept a confident smirk on her lips as she stood up with him. "You're certainly welcome to try," she teased. "Dunno if it'll do you any good, but I'm sure I'll have a little more fun with you out there than I will just sitting around."

Betty was surprised that Stef was able to take the lead in any situation, but it was with a playful squeeze that she took his paw and followed him out onto the dancefloor on quietly tapping hooves. Her mane became a mess just from making her way through the crowds, but already, both she and Stef could tell that tensions were running higher around them.

"This is what I came here to do in the first place," Stef told her. "If I'm not drinking, I'm dancing."

"Not a bad idea. Usually helps to keep the mind off of other things," Betty mentioned, bringing Stef's thoughts right back to the growing pressure on his bladder. "There's a pretty easy secret to add to your longevity, though."

"We're still talking about not peeing ourselves, right?"

Stef expected Betty to stand in front of him and move in time with the music, just as he was, but she caught him by surprise as her own jeans, slimmer in cut and fabric, pushed right up to his own, hugging against the curve of her rump.

That same curve was riding his crotch with such intensity that Stef couldn't help a guilt-riddled glance over at Judy, who actually looked back this time...but she only giggled and offered her lover a dainty wave, seeing how pleasantly occupied he was.

"We could be," Betty replied, "If that's really what you want to focus on."

Stef was still feeling timid as she rolled her hips, easing her rump up along his crotch and dropping it back down toward his thighs. He knew he wouldn't have many better chances than that to prove his mettle, but one more drink would have been just the thing he needed.

With no drink to occupy his paw, it trembled the entire way down the side of her slender torso, until it came to rest on her hip. She reached back and held it there, grinning up at her new dance partner. An arch of the back put the whole of her backside's weight on his groin, and right as words came to him, Stef let a quiet moan slip, instead.

"Ah..._nnf..._y-you could tell me any secret you wanted right now, Betty...I'd be dying to hear it..."

The breathless allure of his voice was such that Betty felt a familiar warmth and moisture gathering on the petals of her womanhood; the liquid arousal was hidden by her jeans, but the warmth was impossible to ignore as it passed right over the bulge of a now heavily throbbing cock.

Even Betty had a little trouble containing her excitement as she stood upright, resting her back against Stef's torso. "Well, I think you'll be pleased to know that one of the easiest ways to take pressure off the bladder is to think about sex...and I know that's all you're thinking about, right now."

"Since when were you able to read minds, Betty?"

"Since your boned poked my ass so hard that I was worried I might have to buy us both a new pair of jeans..."

Stef didn't have a hope of denying her claim: he was still pulsing against her body as her slender figure butted up to his own, rocking slowly from side to side and pushing an eager, willing rump up to the tented flesh of his cock.

"You were the one who pointed out that we were all here for a common interest. I guess you were right about that...I...h-honestly can't remember the last time I was this horny."

"So you two aren't just into the mess," Betty theorized. "You guys like the denial aspect too, don't you?"

For some reason, admitting that fact was still difficult, but Stef nodded his affirmation. "I love it when Judy goes the whole day at work without making a trip to the restroom, and when she gets home, she bends over the stove...mnnn..."

His fantasy was so powerful that he couldn't help moaning through the middle of it, but as he spoke, Betty leaned forth, eager to hear the rest of it. "Kinda like this?"

" Just like that," he grunted as he watched the mare bending so far that she might have fallen over, if not for his ever-tightening grip on her hips. "And she rubs against me as she cooks...always seeing if we can finish making dinner before she pees all over me..."

"You two have a bad habit of burning the food, don't you?"

"Would be more of a problem if I didn't like my food blackened," Stef was finally catching up to the clever, socially relaxed level of the crowds around him as precum dribbled out in such volume that it stained his jeans. "And it helps that I like my women soaking wet."

"Keep telling me about your fantasies, and this one will be soaking for a couple of different reasons..."

Stef still wasn't able to be quite as bold as Betty, but she was bringing it out of him every bit as well as Judy ever could. For a moment, they were completely still on the dance floor as they shared a strong, lustful gaze, each one knowing that the pressure was only getting worse, in every sense of the word.

"I hope that doesn't mean you're giving up already," Stef challenged her, just finding the words to do so as she stood upright again, arching her shoulders against his pecs.

Grabbing his paw once more, she pulled it right around her thigh and between her legs, feeling no resistance from the formerly bashful stallion.

"There's a big difference between giving up and giving you a preview," she explained, but words didn't do justice to the warm, easy trickle of fluids that spilled into his palm as she relaxed just slightly, allowing the tiniest bit of urine to ease into his grasp. Her body shuddered with delight at that momentary relief, but as they looked around, they didn't hear anyone calling them out; she'd gotten away with it, if only for a moment. "But that preview f-felt really, really fucking good..."

Stef wasn't sure what to do with his paw, anymore. He was so drunk with lust that he entertained the thought of bringing his fingers to his muzzle to lick them clean, but pressure against the back of his knuckles kept his digits in place, as Betty forced him to rub the warmth of his powerful grasp against her covered mound.

Whether she'd spring a leak from pressure or orgasmic delight first was looking more like a race that had no favorite, and Stef was hedging his bets as ferocious arousal pushed ideas into his head that he couldn't believe he was having.

Betty was a _terrible_influence on him, but somehow, he didn't think Judy would complain about that fact.

"Looks like you two are having fun. I'd hate to interrupt."

There was no venom on the voice that tickled Stef's ears, but he still jumped in place when he felt Judy's tongue brushing over the back of his velvety flesh.

"J-J-Judy! I...I can e...I mean, I wa-

"Sweetie...relax. If you were in any kind of trouble, you would have known it a long time ago," Judy cut him off, as she stood behind the pair of amorous equines with new company of her own. "The only reason I'm upset at you right now is that you were keeping me from this lovely young mare for so long...you've got a bad habit of being selfish when you get something you want, instead of sharing with the class."

"I thought class had been dismissed," Stef replied, as he and Betty created just a tiny separation. Acting bashful for the first time all night, the mare smiled nervously as she released Stef's paw from her grasping thighs, knowing it was soaked through with her mess. "But apparently, you were just on a field trip without me."

"Sure was," Judy owned right up to it. "Looks like you two were getting ready to have an accident on your own little trip, though."

"I think we've managed to avoid that for now," Betty replied. "But everyone's getting to the breaking point; things are getting suspiciously quiet in here."

Focus and concentration weren't enough to keep the less experienced players from making a mess on the dance floor. The small group that had formed in the middle was still going strong, but as the fox had explained to Judy before, they were already in greater danger than they knew.

"Someone will crack soon," he claimed. "But even if we get in line right when the doors open, we'll never make it in time."

Stef and Betty needed to be caught up on the details, but the mare wasn't going to make a pilgrimage to the restrooms in any case. Instead, her grin widened as she looked around at a host of nervous, twitching bodies and tense expressions.

"We might as well make the best of it, then," she suggested. "We've got the best seat in the house...we'll be able to see the action no matter where it goes down."

It was a bold idea that practically forfeited any chance of them making it home cleanly, but it was one that Judy could happily get behind as she sandwiched herself between Stef and Betty, all while pulling her new fox friend, Michael, into the mix with her.

"I told you she'd be fun," she poked at Stef, enjoying the warmth of a trio of quivering bodies around her. "But it looks like our night might just be getting started!"

Whether it would be the sight or the sound of it, they were all waiting for someone to give in, and they wouldn't be waiting long.