The Club
The Club
Hello, my name is Clint Tyree. I am currently the administrator of a very particular strip club, though it also doubles as a bit of a brothel and call-service of sorts. We cater to specific tastes, and charge quite a hefty fee (though of course we have special membership packages). Price is completely negotiable, but no refunds. And secrecy is of absolute importance, since what we do isn't exactly looked upon with favor. We were fortunate enough that Mars is decidedly more lax about what kind of sexual entertainment its colonists get, at least for now. After all, this club is kind enough to donate a portion of its earnings to the government. You know, worthy causes like higher education, cures for diseases, that sort of thing. I have operated this club for a number of years now, though it was founded before I arrived. What kind of club, you're asking?
Well Mars has been terraformed for at least a few decades, a kind of pastoral paradise. And like all glorified "utopias", fetishes apparently were explored with more "openness". Of course Mars is only agrarian in name only, most of our business is in industry...but that's beside the point. Basically the farmers started to bond more closely with their livestock, if you will. Threatened to cause a scandal of sorts, since the colony turned a blind eye to this. So then some genius in the government proposed the formation of secret areas where the colonists could vent their desires out in relative privacy. My club, well it's not really mine it's actually Rick's, was one of the first. The facility is actually underground and in a remote location for obvious reasons. We cater to those people, men and women, who feel the desire to copulate with mares and stallions. Must be something in the air, damned if I know why. All I know is...a sizable number of us have these fetish.
Too many to be ignored politically, though the government is embarrassed by our existence. Worried that "decent" folk will freak out, or our economy will get damaged. But again, we're too big to ignore. I am one of those people. For some reason, not long after I arrived on this world I started to lust after quadrupeds. I fought it for a while, but eventually I realized I'd become a Mars "horse-humper". Once I got over the emotional problems that naturally came with that, I came to accept my interest in animals. Specifically mares. Lucky that I should be charged with running this place. I was sought out for my experience with running other clubs, and I eagerly signed on...my cock hard as granite the entire time. Being an admin has its advantages you know. Let's see...first things first, our selection process. We have quite a qualified staff dedicated to finding horny humpers, or rather horses with a history of hitting on humans or which have had sexual experience with them.
Apparently the "Mars Effect" works both ways. It's how we discovered the Mars phenomenon in the first place. The horses wouldn't stop trying to mate with humans at first, and then the humans started returning the favor. At any rate, they go over to various stables, evaluating them. Their physical prowess, whether they're mature or not (we only work with adult horses), etc. It's amazing how effective horses are as lovers to humans. I know this quite well, since I had a hand in designing their training routines. I will talk about that later. Took quite a bit of research I'll tell you that. Once the horses have been tested out, our staff will attempt buy them from their owners at a fair price. Usually we're quite good at securing deals, obtaining some legendary "porn stars" of sorts. You see, rampant horses with hots for humans aren't exactly accepted by their owners...at least the ones who don't return the affection. Seriously this club has quite a sizable number of mares that are just extraordinary in their abilities to meet the customers' needs. Legendary even, I'm proud to say on occasion.
Likewise, of course, we've had some duds. Farmers selling us supposed horses that are excellent at pleasuring humans, and turning out to be disappointments. Had to return them. We're still refining our selection process, starting to identify specific traits that lead to good performance and such. Personally I'm biased towards somewhat obese light brown mares. Especially flatulent ones. Fortunately some female horses are predisposed to be just that. One of the perks of being an Admin....you get your own "private" stable. You can guess what means. Back to business. Once we have the horses, we bring them back to a training facility which works with all of the horses for all of the various clubs. The staff there are extremely good at training these mares, molding their sexual talents to their maximum level. Unsurprisingly sex does ensue between the trainers and the "trainees", though often stand-in dummies are used instead.
We find that convincing dummies laced with pheromones achieve good results in terms of exercise for the horses, building up their stamina. Even so, the special "interaction" that occurs between a sex horse and a human trainer has no substitute. We have several different types of training programs, for various mare "occupations". "Sub-mares", "Call-mares", "Dom-mares", "Strip-mares", "Mate-mares", etc. Of course the most skilled horses are the ones that are cross-trained for the different roles they are capable of performing. Hell we even train the mares in self-defense in case they run into trouble. Nothing fancy like kung-fu or anything, just basics. We have had instances where such training came in handy. The occasional anti-club activist, babbling about animal abuse...as if horses were just passive creatures in distress, incapable of making their own decisions. The horses choose who they fuck, in the end. We don't force them into sex. We even go out of our way to protect the mares' sex organs with specialized devices that essentially prevent them from being raped. Glorified chastity belts.
Let's see...where was I? Oh yeah. The "dom-mares", on another note, are probably one of my favorite trained roles for the horses. They don't have arms or fingers so our trainers devised a system where the mares' front limbs would compensate for that somewhat. Also their bulk and strength comes in handy for that role. We usually train them to go for the face with their rumps and the crotch with their mouth...that usually works. You'd be surprised how many humans readily submit to a dominant mare's love. Just put them in the room with a Dom-mare and watch them become submissive to her whims. Powerhouses. The opposite role for a mare is the "Sub" role, which usually amounts to bondage. It's also one of the most expensive due to the purchasing of all the specialized horse gear needed for it. True, human bondage needs to be adjusted slightly to enable the mares to use it, but mare bondage gear is much rarer and thus is much more expensive. Mare bondage usually consists of tight-fitting black rubber outfits (though we keep them in cold rooms so they don't burn up) and various devices.
Of course in this case the customer has to be instructed as well on how to dominate the mare. We're very concerned that the humans will overdo it, something we cannot permit. It's actually more of a routine that the mare responds to, a behavioral pattern she's trained to recognize and react to appropriately. The mares just react so well the customer forgets they're watching and participating in an act. Of course we also have specialized "fetish" mares as well: feedees, farters, scat-crazed ones, etc. Unsurprisingly the "feedee" mares are the ones who require the most in the way of health concerns, fortunately medical technology regarding obesity is substantially more advanced now. The mares may get really fat but the effect is only temporary. In other words, the fat is slowly removed after every session. For safety reasons it takes a matter of hours. We charge quite a pretty penny for those ones. Payments are done via various ways, so feel free to drop in. We accept most credit cards and electronic transfer payments.
The farting mares are self-exclamatory: they get fed gassy food and are trained to fart on humans as much as possible. I have a few myself in my private stable, and I have had many a stinky night with those babes. Sometimes afterwards I actually can't smell anything else for a few hours, heh. The scat mares are the ones that poop and pee on people, and obviously the most messy to clean up after. I'm ashamed to admit I've spent a sizable amount of time with them as well. Stripper mares get specialized training in the art of outfit removal and erotic dancing and such, while the Call-mares are basically the ones who do the "private exhibitions". And finally we have the "Mate-mares", also called "Elite-mares", for prized customers and personnel. I have one myself. But it's not all just sex stuff. The mares get very advanced physical training, to make them as sturdy and energetic as possible. It's really impressive how strong these horses can get with sophisticated exercise programs.
We're sure to exercise all of their muscles, including of course the ones most useful in sex. Some of the Dom-mares are especially powerful, bulging with ample musculature. We also feed them very specific diets that amplify their attributes greatly, keeping them well taken care of. Ah, there's Cindy. A particularly seductive mare, she's participated in various "demonstrations" for VIP customers and such. We got stockholders to please, so these mares come in handy for securing additional funding. Sex can be a wonderful incentive for "helping" our club out. Once I saw her make a congressman (of all things!) her mate right then and there! Here's hoping he never winds up in a scandal over this. Incidentally I'm very proud that we got ourselves yet another important client then, in fact the highest ranking one to date. Basically she started to sniff the poor man's crotch and things got out of hand. We kindly got those two a room and left them alone. The congressman came out with messed up clothing, matted hair, and a lot of sweat. Oh, and of course he smelled like a mixture of horse and hay. That same congressman has been a frequent visitor to this club, ever since. It isn't the first that horny horse had gotten someone hooked during a demo.
Cindy's made us very proud. One of the earliest mares our club located, she's done quite well. Very sultry, very seductive, and quite well-formed if I do say so myself, heh heh. God she's worth every fuck, she deserves only the best sex! Obviously I've tasted her on more than one occasion, damn her pussy is succulent! She's so often horny she often soaks the carpets with her juices. That golden mare has taken to her stall more guys than I can count. How does she do it? I'm amazed she can even stand after so much sex, let alone walk! At any rate, once their training is done we take them to the club to be signed up. After that, the mares are put into their stalls. In a genuinely massive facility. First off I should explain the layout. The food storage rooms hold all the nourishment and feed bags the mares need. There's Cassandra, burying her snout in one of the food containers. She has a bad habit of sneaking in extra meals. No wonder she's so fat. I'm getting a hard-on just looking at her bloated rump, especially considering its size in relation to the rest of her plump form. Totally fuckable. In that die-hard "got to bang" way.
Unsurprisingly she's one of our "feedee" mares. I myself have stuffed her mouth full of food and her pussy full of cock. She's a glutton for both. I suspect she has a thing for me. Anyhow we have plenty of horse feed for the mares, even the ones who pig out. We have contracts with farmers ensuring a steady supply. And of course we have human food as well. Injuries happen periodically, so we have vets and medics as well as the necessary equipment to treat said injuries. The mares are given health inspections regularly. We monitor their diets, how much they take in. Our facilities are non-smoking, no exceptions. Horses simply don't like cigarette smoke, so we don't allow it. Here's something you might find interesting. Because mares can detect emotions well, our staff actually has to control their own feelings so as not to alarm the horses. The facility also has shower rooms and bathrooms, some for the mares and some for the humans.
The mares get quite a thorough scrubbing down, and there's nothing sexier than a mare fresh out of the shower. Or a mare on the pot. It's strangely erotic to watch a female horse use an oversized toilet. They're toilet-trained though of course they also poop and pee in the stables. Originally we intended for them to just go on the stable floors, but then some genius figured we'd make a decent buck teaching the horses how to go via the human method. Cuts back on cleaning costs...and that's not all. We also make quite a bit of money on the internet, selling videos of the mares pooping on the pot. The horse restrooms have multiple cameras in them, the better to check on "the action". Hopefully we're in the black on that, I'll have to check the budget balance again. But we're usually good at not spending beyond our means. Benefits of clandestine political support. The mares get exercise and entertainment via a massive field, as well as regular attention.
And yes, that includes the "special" kind too. Our staff bond with the horses in more ways than one. The private exhibition rooms are of course where the fun really happens. I've heard so many lewd words and phrases coming out of those rooms that I'm not even flinch anymore. Those rooms are of course padded and sound-proofed, the walls reinforced so that no one is injured. And finally we come to the strip rooms themselves: easily the largest part of our massive facility...and the stinkiest. Not that I'm complaining. I, for one, love the smell of earthy mare gas. Especially when mixed with the strong smell of horse. The rooms are a series of circular stages with one walkway for the best ones. My only real complaint is the sheer amount of noise that gets produced when it gets crowded, as well as the dim lighting. Still, it does add to the atmosphere. I confess to rubbing my erection through my pants while watching the shows, definitely when the most skilled horses come up on stage. Yes, people often leave the area to spend some time "alone" with themselves.
They strip quite skillfully via specialized outfits that don't require the use of hands or arms to remove. Not easy to conceive of but I'm quire happy with the end result. Took a bit of time. We had to hire a few designers, pay a few checks, blah blah blah. But I'm patient, and here my patience was rewarded. The outfits are usually revealing to a point but still hide enough to tantalize the audience. Of course they do periodically malfunction, the specialized gear. We prepare for all contingencies. I see Cassandra's up to her old tricks, greedily feeding from a lusty human's hands. I even recognize the man stuffing her face. College guy, experienced in mare-humping. Loves to fatten 'em up before the eventual fucking. Good man. I admit I was surprised when I found out he was a horse-humper, so he must have succumbed to the Mars Effect. Only once have I seen them outside of an exhibition room. I was going outside to take a break from the hustle and bustle of running the club, and I saw him and Cassandra making out.
He was literally on top of her, wantonly thrusting into the obese mare's pussy while her legs flailed uselessly in the air. Horny bastard. It goes without saying that this aroused me greatly. Boy was I jealous of him. Silly I know, since I have access to the mares on a regular basis. But I'm only human. I left as soon as the mare orgasmed noisily. It was kinda funny to see him in the club afterwards, trying to hide the fact that he had obviously just copulated with a mare. I just grinned and cheered him up, saying I know exactly how you feel. God damn it, the light in Room 2 went out. Stupid electricians, what the hell do I pay those people for? If they can't do their damn job then don't do it at all. Oh well, I suppose something had to go wrong. Taking forever for this to start, so many preliminaries. Oh wait, there we go. Cindy's up on stage now, showing off her goods. She just pulled off another article of clothing with her teeth, grabbing the extended part causing it to drop automatically.
Oh God yes, she's just gotten started folks! Behind her is Victoria, but I'm going to focus on Cindy right now. She's currently making a lot of noise and assuming really suggestive positions. I'm especially fond of when she presents her enormous golden rump to the audience, and then off comes the cover hiding her butt-cheeks but not her anus. That cover actually had to be removed by Victoria due to the fact it was out of Cindy's reach, though normally we automate said functions on the gear. It's astonishing how horny the crowd is tonight, a legion of hollering men with tents in their pants. They want 'em all right. Fortunately security is there to keep the situation from getting out of hand. Already many a horny bastard is reaching out to the seductive horse on the walkway. Thank God those mares are so extensively-trained. She's definitely in heat, they can smell it. Now her asshole is exposed, and she's opening and closing it as if she's blowing her audience kisses. Oh wait, her pussy is visible too as well. And boy is she dripping! Her cunt fluids are leaking out all over the walkway.
Shame I can't stick around and watch, paper-work to do. Well...actually, it can wait. Cindy struts about, presenting her ass to one side of the walkway and then the other. Gradually the articles of clothing come off until she's totally exposed. She puts her upper legs on the pillar in the center of the stage, and swings her butt about slowly. Damn it I have a form to fill out. This will only take a second......there. That needed my signature. Where was I? Oh yeah, Victoria and Cindy are doing the next part of the routine. It's basically them making out on the stage. The kissing, then the pussy eating, the rimming, etc. It's so beautiful. The sounds, the smells, the sights! Lovely! Eventually it leads to a strap-on being fitted to Victoria off-stage, who promptly comes back to fuck Cindy hard. Very...hard. Yeah naughty horse, I can see you pounding that cunt. It's moments like these that make me really nervous...I always worry something will go wrong. Mares can be unpredictable at times.
But right now the crowd's going wild with arousal. They're cheering the two mares on. That's it Victoria, pound that bitch's cunt good! You can't imagine the perverse pride one gets out of watching two horses go at it in an unnatural manner. Hmm, might want to get that floorboard checked...it's creaking more than I'd like it to. Screw it, the crowd doesn't care. And I'm too horny to be bothered by such minor problems. Speaking of minors....I'd better call security. Looks like some fifteen year-old guy managed to confound our precautions. Oh wait, they caught him. Now they're escorting the fool out. I'll have to talk with the man in charge of security again, give him a talking-down-to. Cindy just orgasmed, she's slumping over now. Horny bitch, so adorable. I wish I had a photograph of this, it would make a wonderful promotional image. Note-to-self: talk to advertising about a possible new campaign. Might make a good viral marketing tactic.
The crowd is roaring now. Beautiful. It's like being in heaven. It's all so surreal I could cry with happiness. Heh, I don't normally tear up...but I'll make an exception in this case. The next set of Strip Mares are going up on-stage, we give the horses plenty of rest in-between fuckings. There's the trainers leading Cindy and Victoria out. Time to join in the applause, while the stage guy grabs a mike and panders to the crowd. Saying stuff like, "You all having a good time tonight? Huh, well have we got an even better show coming up for you!" That sort of thing. Took him forever to memorize his speeches. I am so fucking Cindy tonight. I sense she hasn't had nearly enough yet, heh heh. As I said, I run this club...and the night is just beginning.