Left With A Kiss

by Comet Burst

Rating: mature
Tags: Romance, Sex, Slice of Life, Sad, Original Character, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
Length: 31731

Viola wants only one thing in the whole world; to have a foal of her own. So why can't she get it?

Infertility is a terrifying word to the mares of Equestria.

For the bat pony race, fourteen of every fifteen mares learn they will never experience the joy of having their own foal. Learning this nearly destroyed Viola, a young bat pony mare bent on having her own bundle of joy. Refusing to adopt, Viola thought she had the answer. If she couldn't have one with a bat pony stallion, then she would have one with a stallion outside her colony.

However, pursuing her dream has made her... different than other mares.

This story takes place in my Golden Armor universe, but is wholly separate from them. Also, the link to the original art has been added!

Published 2013-09-16 04:00:04 UTC
Last updated 2014-09-18 17:01:41 UTC

Rapture

Rapture: an expression or manifestation of ecstasy or passion.

I felt my eyes roll back behind my eyelids as his muzzle found my neck. The passionate kisses he was planting on the soft bit of flesh covering my arteries tickled in a way I couldn't explain. His hooves eagerly explored my upper body, just underneath my forelegs. They were rough, evidence of his line of work. Still, the coarse texture of them excited me. It felt like two very fine-toothed combs were working their way around my back. Gradually, they found my wings and he spoke.

"Oh, babe. You are so fine," he whispered before using his tongue to part the hair on my neck again.

I chuckled slightly to him at that. Sweet talking was always a turn-on to me, but the stallions always used it at the wrong times. They were meant for when we were making out in front of his door, not while he pushed me against a wall and made out with my neck. I put my hooves on his head and gently rubbed them around in his mane, causing him to let out a small moan while he slowly moved down to my belly. I sighed to myself and leaned back, taking in the exquisite feelings of the moment. I kept rubbing his head gently, encouraging him to get more heated. My tail flicked about, an indicator of how much I was enjoying this.

His hooves continued to explore my body, rubbing up and down my sides before finding a steady spot right above my cutie mark. He rotated them slowly, allowing his coarse hooves to get past my coat and rub my skin. I moaned slowly at that, rolling my head back before putting it back where it was, tilted down so I could watch him as I rubbed his scalp with my own hooves. By then, his tongue and lips had found purchase at my belly button. Most ponies didn't know how many nerves one had within that small area, but I did. As he tried to move away from it, I stopped massaging his scalp and held it there.

"Mmm," I moaned, "What's the hurry?"

Spurred on by my words, the stallion began to kiss and explore it more. His tongue darted in and around my belly button, causing me to sigh heavily. He had evidently done this before, but maybe not in the same spot as he was now. It was a unique feeling to me, one I usually lost myself in. My tail kept twitching, flicking erratically between my legs. I could feel myself getting more and more excited as he went on there, coating my coat in his saliva. Still, I had to maintain control of myself. I was here for a reason, even if he didn't know it.

I pushed his head away, hearing a noise similar to a plunger being removed. I giggled as he fell backwards, losing his balance and landing flat on his back. Without him supporting me, I easily fell forward onto my hooves. They landed with a soft thud onto the carpet below us, each about six inches from his head. His eyes flashed in the dim light, trying to find me. In the darkness of his room, I was practically invisible. It didn't matter, though, because we both knew where this was going. I neared my head to his and rubbed my nose on his. When I pulled back, his magical tongue flicked out of his mouth and caught the tip of my nose. I giggled at that.

"What's so funny, babe?" he asked with a smile.

"Nothing," I cooed back before leaning closer to him.

My muzzle found his and our noses rubbed together again. However, things were different this time around. Instead of pulling back, I pushed my muzzle to him more and our lips met. His were firm and dry while mine, coated in lip gloss, slipped around them easily. We shared two small kisses before he got brave. His lips curled around mine and he managed to get my bottom lip into his mouth. The significantly harder teeth behind them gently came down on my lip and I pulled it back playfully. I gave another small giggle and kissed him again before moving to his cheek. I kissed that briefly and snaked my tongue to his ear, catching the lower part with the tip.

He stiffened a bit at that and put his hooves on my neck, pulling me closer. I didn't hesitate as I let my lips explore the side of his ear. Once I had found the tip, I bit down playfully. He moaned loudly at that and pulled me closer to him.

I had the upper hoof now. He was putty to me and would do whatever I commanded of him.

"Mmm," I hummed in his ear, "You want me, don't you?"

"Yesss," he breathed back.

I laid yet another kiss on his lips and backed away slowly, the grip of his hooves not enough to keep me there anymore. I backed away as he slow sat up, watching me like a hawk. I smirked to myself and spun slowly, flapping my wings gently and swishing my tail seductively. I was in complete control now and I loved it. When I stopped turning, my back was to him and I leaned down on my forehooves. His eyes were locked onto me, nervously twitching every time my tail moved. With my rump in the air, I gave a satisfying groan from the muscles being stretched.

"I should warn you," I cooed, flashing my small fangs, "I bite."

He scrambled to his hooves after that, desperate to share the same space as me again. I turned away and closed my eyes, smiling to myself. Maybe this was when I got my wish. His coarse hooves began to rub my back on the small knot of muscles right above my tail, snapping me away from that. His hooves gently circled the spot before they traveled down the length of my spine, sending more pleasure up my body. I slowly swayed myself to him and he responded instantly. His hooves left my back before I felt them come down on my shoulders, along with some of his weight. He was ready.

"I love you so much right now," he whispered to me in a haggard tone, gasping heavily.

I only responded by swaying again and leaned up to his face, locking my lips to his. Now the fun would really begin.

I woke up rather suddenly, gasping sharply as I did. The room was dark since the shades were drawn, but I could see perfectly. The room was small, barely big enough to house one pony. Ugly vertically striped wallpaper surrounded me, colored dark brownish-yellow and tan. A couple small fixtures hung from the walls, two being pictures and one lamp. The picture I could see was of a tall, imposing white mountain standing defiantly against the clear blue sky.

A sharp snore sounded from behind me and I closed my eyes, squeezing them in frustration. He was a snorer, something I absolutely loathed. Opening my eyes again, I felt his foreleg wiggle gently as he pulled me closer. It was wrapped around my chest, holding me in place while his rear legs intertwined with mine. There were no sheets on us as we lay in the bed since most of them were in a heap on the floor. I took a deep breath and tried to relax, but a peculiar smell caught my nose.

It was a difficult scent to describe, since it was many different ones at the same time. Sweat was the most prominent, both mine and his, followed by my perfume. It was a rosy odor accented by a bit of jasmine. Following that was the obvious scent of dried saliva, along with the stench of fluids. One of them was obviously blood, but the others were more intimate. I knew where they came from, but I didn't care. The whole room reeked of one thing: sex, and lots of it.

I stretched my hooves and gave a small grunt at how good it felt. I gently flicked my tail to find out it was stuck between his legs and mine. Sighing softly to myself, I went through the tricky procedure of extracting myself from his grip. It was obvious I had practiced this maneuver, since he remained asleep the whole time. Once I was free of the bed, I shook my body graciously. My tail had a few hardened clumps in it and my mane reeked of saliva. Evidently, he drooled while he pulled on it last night. Still, I wasn't fazed as I trotted off to the bathroom near the front door. Last night was enjoyable, especially since I had retained complete control of the acts.

The shower was warm and felt amazing on my worn out muscles. Comfortable, I stood in the hot water and hummed happily to myself. Everything had gone just as I planned. When I decided enough was enough, I ended my shower and dried myself off. Clean and no longer reeking of sex, I trotted out and approached the bed where he still slept. It was then it struck me that I didn't even know his name. He was a green earth pony with a messy sea blue mane and tail, He snored again and I repressed a chuckle. He was cute, but that killed the mood. Turning to the nightstand, I procured a quill and slip of paper and wrote down a note.

Thank you for the wonderful night.

XOXO,

Viola

I smiled to myself as I set down the quill. Surely, he would show this to his buddies and tell them about how he bedded me. After all, it wasn't every day you got to sleep with a bat pony. Looking over to him, I smiled again and got out my lipstick from my bit bag. I usually wore lip gloss, but lipstick always showed up better on paper. After applying some, I leaned forward and planted a small kiss next to my name on the note. The vibrant red of the lipstick peeled away from me, remaining on the note. Satisfied, I turned to him and reapplied some. He snored loudly as I leaned in, but I managed to leave a red kiss on his neck.

I left shortly after that and headed back to my place. Dawn was barely breaking over the city I trotted through, weakly painting the tall buildings a light blue. The streetlamps were starting to go out and a few ponies trotted around, heading off to places unknown. Some of them were good ponies, going to work and various other places. Others were like me, creatures of the night slinking back to their dens to wait for Luna's moon to rise again. As I walked, I noticed a couple of eyes glance my way.

I had a peculiar way of trotting. Most mares had learned the proper way to walk, keeping their tails down and rear legs closed tightly together so as not to appear suggestive. I, however, walked in a much different way. My hips swayed from side to side as I walked, making my butt wiggle back and forth. My tail followed the movements, flicking to and fro. I wasn't showcasing anything inappropriate, but it was obvious I was making sure to catch any stallion's eyes. Plus, it was a bit difficult not to walk this way after you had just spent five hours doing very vigorous activities with your rump. Still, I had no intention of offending anyone.

I trotted back to my place and flew up to the door just as the sun began to break the horizon. Inside, my place was quiet and dark. It was a large loft with a glass ceiling that looked up at the predawn sky. The walls were made of bricks and mortar, leading down to some rather appealing yellow wood floors. On the walls hung various paintings, many of them abstract. I knew at least one of them was inspired by me since it was a gift I had received after spending a wonderful weekend with the artist. Ironically, I had met him through his marefriend, who was there the same weekend and also happened to be my roommate.

I set down my bit bag at the small table near the door and walked into the living room. It was large and spacious, decorated tastefully. A rug was laid out on the floor, black along the perimeter with a tan interior covered with interlocking black squares and rectangles. On top of the rug was a black coffee table, surrounded by sleek couches, which were also black. My roommate really liked that color.

On the far right of the living area was our kitchen. A breakfast bar ran along the length of the area, effectively dividing the space. Lots of fruit sat on the counters, along with some cutlery. A refrigerator made out of sleek steel sat behind the bar as well.

I trotted over and got myself a banana, my favorite treat, when I noticed something. A couple partially eaten strawberries sat on the counter, dried out from the exposure to the air. I rolled my eyes as I set the banana down and gathered them into my wing. My roommate was my best friend, but she was kinda sloppy. I had just tossed the strawberries onto the trashcan when I heard a noise from behind me. I gave a small glance back to see a sky blue pegasus with a dark blue mane slip out from the door on the other side of the loft, my roommate's door.

He tried to stealthily make his way to the door when I decided to have a bit of fun with him. Returning my gaze forward, I pretended not to notice him as I turned around to my banana. He froze instantly, his eyes fixed on me while I kept doing what I was doing, acting blissfully unaware he was there. I picked up my banana with my hoof and took a deep breath of it, closing my eyes and enjoying the smell. I heard the stallion shuffle a bit and stop, obviously trying to get a better look at me. My tongue slowly sneaked out of my mouth and caressed the banana, licking the peel. It wasn't very tasty, but I heard no more movements from the stallion.

I sat back on my rump and leaned against the bar, kicking my rear legs out in front of me. I slowly peeled the banana, revealing the off-white fruit inside and licked it too. A small shuffle came from the stallion again and I decided I had teased him enough. I had opened my mouth and was about to take a bite when I heard a door open, followed by a loud thud.

I turned my head to see the stallion scrambling around, blushing furiously, as my roommate peeked around at him. She was a gorgeous mare, light tan with a blonde mane and tail. Her wonderful teal eyes watched as the stallion scrambled to his hooves and tried to dart away. A soft smile caressed her face as he opened the front door and left in a hurry. Once it shut, she looked over to me and retained her smile.

"You know, Vi," she began, "I sometimes wonder whether you really enjoy what you do."

I rolled my eyes at that and bit the banana. Pushing myself upright, I turned to her and chewed on the fruit as I thought of a remark.

"I would figure you of all ponies would know the answer to that," I retorted to her.

She gave a small giggle at that and stretched herself. Her blonde mane was a mess, mostly because of the natural curls it had. Her mane and tail were long, a little more than my own. On her flank rested a cutie mark, a couple gold coins overlaying two red hearts. She trotted over to the bar after stretching and opened the fridge with her magic. When it was messy, her mane was really good at hiding her horn.

"So how was your night?" she asked, looking around in the fridge.

"About the same as yours," I answered plainly, "Although I wish I could have used the house."

A laugh escaped her as I chewed on some more of my banana.

"It was my turn to use the house."

"Yeah, I know," I grumbled back before biting my banana again.

She pulled her head back from the fridge, levitating a carton of milk, before shutting the door. She smiled to me and put a hoof on my cheek as her magic set down the carton on the counter.

"Viola, we can always share if you want," she said in her friendly tone.

I scowled a bit at that and pulled the peel off my snack.

"We don't share that," I grumbled.

Her teal eyes glittered for a bit as she approached me more and planted a soft kiss on my forehead. I kept chewing on my banana, even as her scent wafted over to me. She had the same scent I had when I woke up, with the exception of blood.

"Viola, you are my best friend," she said, "I want you to get your wish more than anything. If sharing would improve your chances, I wouldn't hesitate."

"Yeah, yeah, Glimmer," I replied, "I know you would."

Glimmer backed off a bit and smiled at me some more. I found it slightly odd she had befriended me, especially since I wasn't what you called normal. I was a bat pony, a species that was very reclusive. I also wasn't very pretty either. Glimmer was a knockout in terms of looks while I was just kinda average. Average for bat ponies, at least.

"Hey, why don't you go see if your wish came true?" Glimmer suggested as I finished my banana.

I stood up and trotted over to the trashcan as she poured herself a glass of milk.

"I got some new stuff for you to try," she happily spoke to me, "They guarantee a 98.9% accuracy rating."

I snorted as I trotted past her, heading off to the bathroom and the new supplies she had gotten for me. Glimmer was always looking for new ways to help me, even if it meant asking some very uncomfortable questions in public.

"We'll see if I even need them," I replied as I shut the bathroom door.

A soft knocking came from the door as I stared at it. My mind was blank as I heard Glimmer's voice come from behind the door.

"Vi? Are you alright in there?" she asked, a little concerned.

I said nothing as I stared down at it. I had done this a hundred times before and this time shouldn't have been different, but it felt strange. The little white stick I was holding in my hoof told me something, but my mind didn't seem to register it. It was as if I was outside my body, looking down at it. I turned to my reflection and stared at it, my face blank.

My long dark blue mane with a light blue streak hung down my neck, the top part hanging down into my face. My gold eyes seemed distant, as if I was looking at something really far away. The light gray coat I had reflected a little too much light than I liked, but my eyes were used to it. My dark purple wings drooped around me like they were dead while the slits in my gold irises stared back into me. On my flank, I saw my cutie mark, a violet heart with a thin black spiral around it.

The door opened and Glimmer trotted in to see me. I turned my head and gazed at her and silence ensued for a short while.

"How did the test go?" she asked brightly.

I simply held out the stick and watched her lean closer with a smile. She really was hoping it would say what we wanted it to. Instead, a single red line ran perpendicular to the white stick, causing her smile to fade.

"Oh," she murmured, backing up a bit, "Missed it again, huh?"

I nodded slowly and picked myself up. It wasn't the first time I had come back and discovered my efforts were wasted.

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Felicity

Felicity: the quality or state of being happy.

I sighed dejectedly as I sat on the bed, staring at the floor. I was in Glimmer's room, which obviously was better than mine. She had a rather large bed, one big enough to share. The sheets were off it, leaving just the scratchy cotton liner. Her room was slightly messy with various pieces of clothing strewn about the pieces of furniture and floor. The most prominent were socks of many different colors and patterns. I glanced up to the mirror on her dresser and stared at my reflection, even as it was obscured by a candy cane colored sock.

I was alone in the room since Glimmer decided to clean herself up. The silence was pretty thick, making me feel uncomfortable. Back at my original home, my colony, the place was filled with a similar stillness and silence. I closed my eyes as I fought to contain my memories of my childhood. They were extremely unpleasant to think about, especially once I had learned the truth about my species. That knowledge was the terrible burden every bat pony carried, whether they be mares or stallions. The fact our kind was in decline was not the subject of idle conversation.

"Hey, Viola?" came Glimmer's voice.

I wasn't sure if I had zoned out or what, but she actually scared me. I jumped as her hoof touched my shoulder, flinching as I turned to her. The big teal eyes she bore looked down sadly at me, as if she was working out what to say. As per the norm for her, it didn't take her much more than three seconds.

"Are you still upset about that test?" she asked, slightly concerned.

I shook my head in response and put on a small smile for her. I obviously was terrible at masking my emotions.

"I'm fine," I replied, "It's not like this is the first test that came back negative."

Glimmer scanned me over with her beautiful eyes and frowned a bit. I cursed a bit in my head as she locked her eyes with mine again. She knew me far too well.

"You know the rule about being friends, right? No lying to each other?" she spoke.

I nodded to her before speaking.

"Glimmer, I'm totally fine," I answered, hoping she would let the issue drop, "Just need to keep trying, right?"

Glimmer nodded her head to me, but didn't look away.

"Yes, but something is clearly bothering you," she stated plainly.

My smile vanished and I stared back at her. While she was my best and quite possibly only friend, Glimmer could annoy me with how good she was at detecting my lies. Of course something was bothering me, but it was something I preferred to keep to myself. Still, I had several self-help books that recommended talking out my issues to somepony I trusted would help me and I trusted Glimmer more than any doctor or psychologist.

"Vi, what's wrong?" she asked as her hooves wrapped around my shoulders, hugging me loosely.

With a light pull from her, I fell backwards and lay back on the bed, my head resting on her left thigh. I looked up at her as she looked down at me, concern in her eyes and a small, inviting smile on her face. My forelegs curled a bit as I lay there and I inhaled deeply. Glimmer was way too good at getting me to talk. Her hoof started to play with my mane and I gave in.

"Alright," I sighed out, unable and unwilling to stop myself, "I just, I don't know about all of this."

"All about what?" she asked playfully, curling a bit of my mane around her hoof.

"Trying," I answered with a huff, "It just seems kinda pointless."

"It's pointless to try and have a foal?" Glimmer asked, pausing her little game.

"Well, it feels that way," I admitted, shifting uncomfortably, "I mean, how many times have I taken that test?"

Glimmer was silent at that, preferring to restart twirling my mane.

"See, it's not I don't want a foal. I want one so bad, I don't even care who the father is or if he even knows. It's just... sometimes I feel like I know it's not going to work."

Glimmer sighed at that and flicked my right ear with her other hoof, thinking to herself.

"It's like, what if I'm just plain infertile?" I said, breaking the oppressive silence between us, "Or if I do get pregnant, what if I'm like the others of my kind and it is stillborn or I have a miscarriage?"

Glimmer sighed at that and looked me dead in the eyes.

"Vi, I know you're not infertile," she said in her best comforting tone, "I was there at the fertility doctor's office when he told you that you were perfectly able to carry a foal."

I rolled my eyes at that.

"Yeah, but he also told me I wasn't ovulating correctly," I spat out, my tone turning bitter.

Glimmer leaned forwards and planted another kiss on my forehead, calming me down slightly. It was odd that she calmed me down that easily, but it was reminiscent of my foalhood. My mother would do the exact same thing when I was scared or upset, so I guess it was a comfort thing for Glimmer to do that as well.

"Well, he did say that, but that doesn't mean you can't ovulate," she stated brightly, smiling down at me, "You just have to be ready for when you do."

I kept silent for a while after that, thinking while Glimmer continued to play with my mane. I was always hopeful that one day, my body would ovulate correctly and I would receive a positive result on my test. However, the exam we had talked about was almost seven years ago. My whole life now revolved around me doing everything I could to ensure that, if it ever happened, I would get pregnant the instant I ovulated. That included getting a job where I could meet hundreds of nameless stallions and let them know I was available. Ironically, I also met Glimmer the same way.

My past wasn't a very good story. I grew up in a series of dark caves way out in the middle of nowhere, roughly four miles from the nearest town. The cave system had been my family's dwelling place for generations, some asserting that it was one of the first real colonies established by our kind. As such, the ponies I lived among were quite proud and headstrong. They always claimed we were just as numerous as any other race of ponies, whether they be unicorns, pegasi or earth ponies. As such, I had a warped view of my kind as a whole.

It was when I had reached adolescence did I learn the horrible truth about myself. I was brought into a cave where the resident doctor lived and was given a physical. It was a bit embarrassing since several mares stood by and watched as he examined some very personal areas, but I kept my cool. They had initially told me it was to see if I was healthy and, after the exam, I learned it was only half true. I was perfectly healthy in almost all aspects, but the real purpose of the exam was to see if I was able to have foals. I was horrified when they told me the results: I was infertile.

I nearly lost it when that happened. My foalhood dream was to have a little filly of my own, to raise her and spoil her. I had planned everything, from her name to the diet I would feed her, and listened to my dream die in twenty seconds. That was when the horrible truth was revealed to me that I wasn't the only one. Hundreds of bat pony mares across Equestria were already infertile and the number was growing. I was now another tic mark on that side.

When I came home and bawled my eyes out, my parents told me the truth about our family. The mare I had grown up believing was my mother wasn't my birth mother. She was infertile as well and my father had conceived me with another mare, one of the few fertile ones in our colony. I was horrified to hear him tell me of waiting months to get the chance to impregnate her, doing so with his wife's permission and paying for eleven months of supplies so I could be safely born, but I could tell they were not lying. I looked almost nothing like who I thought was my mother. She had green eyes and a much darker gray coat than I did, along with a lighter blue mane instead of my dark blue-black one.

I felt myself snap after that. My poor father was the first one I attacked, screaming about how much I hated him as I pummeled his face with my hooves. My adoptive mother frantically tried to stop me, but instead got a kick to her rib-cage that obviously fractured at least three of them. I ran out of my home after that, straight to the doctor where my whole life had started crashing down. I don't remember how, but I somehow was able to break his right foreleg, making him tell me how I could possibly get pregnant. I was in a haze at the time, but the parts I remember were of him explaining that he didn't know why mares of our kind were becoming infertile and that if I tried it with stallions not of the bat pony species, I might get different results. I took that as a confirmation that I was indeed fertile and vowed I would prove him wrong with a foal one day.

"Vi?" came Glimmer's voice, breaking the chain of memories in my head.

I blinked, realizing I was staring at the same spot on the ceiling for a while. I had obviously zoned out, not realizing that I was still laying on her thigh. I started to lift my head when her hoof gently held me there, indicating she didn't want me to leave. I sighed and placed it back down, making sure I wasn't going to hurt her.

"Yeah?" I answered.

"You never told me how your night was," she said with a hint of playfulness.

I snorted at that and rolled my eyes. She was always curious to know what my nights were like, especially those where she wasn't directly involved.

"It was pretty good," I started in a neutral tone, "I went to the dance club when you and your coltfriend left and had a few drinks, met a stallion and went back to his hotel room."

Glimmer smiled at that and shifted her rear leg.

"Was he cute?" she asked.

"Meh, he was okay, I guess. I don't particularly remember much about him before we got to his room."

"So, you didn't even know his name, huh?"

"Well, at one point I did, but it must have been an easy one to forget."

Glimmer laughed at that, her blonde mane bouncing slightly. There was always some bit of humor in my stories.

"So," she continued after she finished laughing, "Was he good?"

"Define 'good'," I stated plainly.

"Well, was he big or small?"

I scratched my chin with my hoof for a second, trying to remember.

"Normal."

"Mmm, did he do anything new?"

"Not really. He was more into kissing than most, but he had the tongue to make it alright with me."

"Oh, you got a kisser," Glimmer stated with a bit of amusement, "Those are usually more fun than regular stallions. Did he lick you?"

"He only got to my belly button," I answered.

"Oh? Why did he stop?"

"Because I made him."

Both Glimmer and I laughed a bit at that. It was funny to me because I didn't have many stallions who would stop when I wanted them to, but Glimmer had the opposite effect. When she wanted something to keep going, stallions usually did their best to accommodate her.

"You know, if this doesn't work out this time," Glimmer began, "I heard talk of a new place you could try."

I rolled my eyes at that.

"Glimmer, I'm not going to another club. I still haven't finished this one," I stated like a child would have.

She kept on smiling at me and shook her head.

"No, silly. Not another club. I mean a clinic."

I growled when she said that. I hated doctors.

"No way," I replied, "I'm not going to a clinic to be told what I already know."

"If I come with, will it make you feel better?"

I pouted at that. Glimmer was the only reason I went to the clinic seven years ago, and I was much worse than I was now. Back then, I was a dirty mess of a pony. I hadn't slept in a bed for weeks and had just started my crusade to get a foal with some bad results. Luckily, I hadn't caught anything and still had not to this day, but it still felt wrong to me to go to see any kind of doctor. Still, Glimmer was the whole reason I was here, so I reluctantly agreed.

Happy, Glimmer hopped down off of the bed and trotted to the dresser as I sat up. Her magic began to work and the drawers opened automatically. From inside the furniture came a couple of outfits, each made of a black material. They were skimpy and tight fitting, stuff we normally wore. She hovered one over to me and laid it across my body. The outfit was a dress of some sort that seemed to barely cover any part of me.

"We should be getting ready for work," she stated in a matter-of-fact tone.

I groaned as I looked at the outfit. I really didn't like these. Still, I pulled it over my head and down onto my body, where it hugged every single curve I had. The skirt of it barely reached my tail and I shifted uncomfortably. This was only half of my work uniform. I looked back to Glimmer to see her wearing a two piece outfit, a top wrapping around her chest and a skirt that didn't do much more in the way of coverage. There was a noticeable gap in the outfit where her sandy colored coat could be seen, along with her own belly button.

I saw her horn light up again and a set of four socks levitated to me while another set came to her. The ones closest to me were white with light blue stripes wrapping around them. I groaned a bit, but put them on. The fabric felt funny on my hooves and legs and the tops were scratchy on my rear inner thighs, but at least these would stay on while I worked. The dress, though, was a different story.

Thankfully, I got to work without much gawking. It was easier to fly there and avoid all the odd stares from ponies going about their daily lives. Once I was there, I removed my dress and added some of my favorite perfume to me, the rose one with a hint of jasmine. Glimmer put on her own perfume, which smelled of lilacs. Together, we both exited the employee area and walked out into our work area, a dark bar in an alleyway.

This wasn't your average hole-in-the-wall kind of place. Both me and Glimmer were waitresses here for a reason. This was the kind of place a stallion would get into a lot of trouble for if his marefriend ever found out he was here. The whole staff was composed of mares, single and young. We all wore only socks and tight fitting outfits if we so desired. Most of our fellow employees were earth ponies, along with two pegasi. I was the only bat pony here and Glimmer was the only unicorn. We were always specially requested by patrons who enjoyed our company and looks. I was the exotic one while Glimmer was the beautiful one.

The day started off as any other. A few stallions were here to see us and spend their bits on hard cider, wine or whatever they fancied. Drinks were pretty much the only thing we served here, but if a stallion tipped us well, we thanked him in our own ways. Glimmer often got the largest tips, pulling in at least two hundred bits every night. She thanked out patrons by using her horn to do stuff. I usually got a fair amount since I had learned my strengths a while back. I thanked them by giving them a goodbye kiss on the neck, raking my fangs gently across their flesh.

Still, it was a job and I was good at it. Plus, I got to meet several stallions here who had been lucky enough to get another visit from me later, most of them at night. They always knew if I would see them later because of how I left the check. A lot of the other mares here left cute notes and other such stuff on it. I, however, had a small tube of lipstick waiting at the back, there solely for my little note.

I always left a red pair of lips on the bottom part with my thanks written just above it.

Delectation

Delectation: pleasure or enjoyment

To say I enjoyed this job was a bit of an understatement. I absolutely loved what I did here. We all did, in a way. Some mares here loved the feeling of power they had over the stallions who came in. They would act innocent and shy until the stallion had a few drinks in them, then they would earn their tips. The rest of us, me and Glimmer included, started earning it as soon as they entered. To us, there was no need to act shy and timid, like we were afraid we would recognize anypony who came in. We knew where we were, and we did what was expected of us. It was no surprise who earned the biggest tips at the end of the night when you know that.

I knew my role here as well. The bar-mares were those who were good at acting friendly, smiling and buttering them up with needless praise and interest before batting their eyelashes and wiggling their rumps to them. Waitresses, like me and Glimmer, were the forward ones who made their voices drip with lust, passion and desire. We cooed, we whispered and insinuated with each line, allowing those who knew what they were here for to get their bits worth. Glimmer's knockout looks gave her the most regulars, stallions who came here solely to have her smile, serve and talk to them.

My regulars were those who loved exotic things. Whenever somepony came in, they were asked what kind of mare they preferred. If they gave an unusual answer, like zebras or something else, they were given to me. As of now, I had at least five stallions who came by just to see me in my socks and to have me leave my signature kiss on their necks. They paid well and often asked me to meet them when I got off of work. One in particular was a turquoise unicorn who was very interested in what he called 'inter-species breeding'.

Today was a bit of a slow day, though. The crowd was slow to trickle in, meaning us waitresses had some time to relax and talk. I was busy tending to my socks when one of the mares came by.

"Hey Viola," she said in her girly tone.

I looked away from my socks to see her smiling at me and wiping down a table. She was a fairly new hostess, the ones who were meant to draw in curious stallions with their adorable smiles. Her coat was beige with a flowing bright scarlet mane and tail, whipping around as she moved. Her spring green eyes locked onto mine as her foreleg, covered with a black and dark gray striped sock, pushed a couple loose strands of her mane away from her face.

"Oh, hey Plush," I replied nonchalantly as I turned away, picking at my sock again.

"Oh, not much. Just learning how to be a waitress like you and Glimmer," she said brightly, "I was told I have the makings of one."

"Uh huh, sure," I replied, hardly paying attention.

I guess Plush rambled on about how cool it was that she worked here after that. I learned to switch off my hearing and just smiled and agreed with what she said mostly. She had taken a special interest in Glimmer first, following her around and noting what she did to attract the most tips. It wasn't long before she started using what she had learned at the front door.
luring in fresh customers with her eyes and tail. Her favorite maneuver was to invite the stallion inside for a drink and some fun before turning to the door and flicking her tail towards them.

"So, I was wondering," she started saying just as my ears began to work again, "How did you come up with the kiss thing?"

My head snapped up at that, staring at the mare with a confused expression. She smiled widely at me, innocence written all over her face.

"What do you mean by that?" I asked.

"You know, the whole 'leaving them with a kiss' bit!" she almost exclaimed, scaring me, "The thing you're totally famous for!"

"Oh, that," I said, trying to think of some bogus answer, "Well, uh, I don't really.. uh, well, why do you wanna know?"

"Because I'm trying to find my own bit," she stated proudly, "Glimmer has her 'mysterious unicorn magic', Saffron over at the bar has her 'bedroom wandering eyes' thing and you have the 'leave them with a kiss' bit! I was thinking about using my tail as part of it, but I want a professional's opinion."

I winced at that and looked around. Glimmer was luckily on the far side of the dark brown establishment, working her magic on one of her patrons, both literally and figuratively. The smile on his face was one of smug excitement as he stared up at her with half-lidded eyes. In return, she was in her tip mode, where she was whispering something to him while her horn glowed, a mischievous smile gracing her features.

At the bar was Saffron, who Plush had mentioned. She was busy keeping the stock of liquor ready, batting her eyes to the only stallion who sat at the bar, grinning sheepishly over to her. Saffron was pretty for a mare, but in a less seductive and more forbidden way. She had a light purple mane that was braided and interlaced with yellow flowers and a light yellow coat. She was the kind of pony stallions wanted to touch, but knew she would never allow it, teasing them instead by getting very close to them.

I sighed and turned back to Plush, who stood there with an almost pleading smile. I scrunched up my nose and sighed, wishing there was somepony else who would talk to her about this. It wasn't that I didn't like her, it was just that I was no professional. Glimmer had actually come up with the 'leave them with a kiss' idea when I was failing to get customers to return. I had just kept that idea with me after seeing that the stallions who saw me were enthralled with my fangs.

Still, Plush's smile was infectious and I felt one tugging at my lips. She definitely had the cute angle down, but it was hard to imagine her as a sultry sex-fiend like me and Glimmer. Maybe I could help her, show her some tricks. It was just as I was about to say something when the door opened. Both me and Plush looked over to see, much to my surprise, one of my regulars walk in. He was a cyan earth pony with a white mane.

After taking a deep breath, I gave him a seductive smile and a wink, causing him to crack a satisfied grin. He trotted over to me and I realized Plush was still there. I suddenly got nervous as he regarded her and smiled even wider. I knew what he was thinking and didn't like it, but he sat down at a booth not too far from us.

"Do you know him?" Plush asked, giving him a small wink.

My mouth was dry as I answered.

"He's... one of my regulars," I mumbled.

I had a sudden feeling right then I knew what Plush was about to say.

"Wow, a regular, huh?" she began, turning her back to him and making sure to show off her rump, "Can I help you with this one?"

I seriously wanted to say no. He was my regular, my customer. If I allowed her to step in, I might lose this one and be cursing myself for weeks, Still, I had a plan.

"Sure," I whispered back to her, "Just make sure you do what I tell you, when I tell you. Got it?"

"Okay," she responded, turning around and standing next to me.

Without any hesitation, I began my practiced gait up to my patron, wiggling my hips. I could sense Plush following me, possibly trying to mimic my movements. I could only imagine what we looked like as I saw his smile get wider as we approached. I could also sense a couple other sets of eyes turn to us, other patrons who had taken notice of us. Those who knew us knew we were territorial, so it was something special to have two mares come by.

I stopped just shy of his table and licked my lips, making sure I made my fangs visible. I saw him stare intently at me, almost panting like a dog. He loved my fangs and even went as far as to ask if I drank blood once. I asked him if he would like to find out and left a kiss with a dribble of wine on his receipt. I got nearly double the tip from him that time, so I was hoping to get the same results with Plush at my side.

"You came back," I spoke to him in my best seductive voice.

"I wouldn't miss this for all the tea in Neigh-jing," he replied, darting his eyes between us.

Both me and Plush let out a small laugh at that, a small confidence booster for him. I saw his grin get bigger and turn a little more smug, indicating we were heading in the right direction.

"He's quite funny, isn't he?" I asked Plush, casting a glance over to her.

She stood near me, holding a hoof to her chin. A very sexy smile graced her face as she looked over to me, her eyes half-lidded like mine. She glanced over to me and nodded.

"He's quite the charmer," she cooed as if he really was.

"Aw, fillies," he said, leaning back a bit, "I ain't that good."

This was part of the game, baiting us into giving him more flattery.

"Of course you are," I cooed, leaning in closer to him.

"I certainly was when you came in," Plush gently said, causing me to mentally roll my eyes.

He grinned more as I leaned in, getting closer to his neck.

"Well, maybe a little..." he started.

I was only a few inches from his neck when I blew softly onto it. Sure, I was teasing him, but this was all part of the plan. After I ran out of breath, my tongue snaked out and flicked against his coat, just enough to move the hair. I felt and saw a shiver run up his spine and grinned as I leaned up to his ear.

"What would you like today?" I whispered to him.

"Are both of you available?" he asked dumbly.

Plush answered for me this time.

"Oh, you are cheeky," she cooed.

I groaned slightly, now regretting I had brought her along. Her total mood-killing lines were obviously why she wasn't a waitress yet. Much to my surprise, though, I felt him turn to my ear.

"You know what I normally get, sweetie," he mumbled into my ear, "One glass of bourbon on the rocks."

I leaned back, smiling to him as I backed away, eventually standing next to Plush. I pretended to suddenly sniff the air, as if I smelled something intoxicating. A dreamy expression crossed my face as I turned and leaned into Plush's neck, I could sense how stiff she was, evidently not expecting this.

"Mmm, did I mention this is my friend, Plush?" I moaned, pretending there was something intoxicating on her neck.

"I, ah, noticed... her," he spoke in a stunned tone.

I kept on sniffing Plush's neck, really building up the scene. When I could tell she was getting uncomfortable, I enacted part of my plan. My tongue slowly escaped my lips and licked Plush's neck, deliberately going against the direction her coat went. I felt her inhale sharply and shudder, but to my advantage, she kept her calm. I looked up to her face and was actually impressed with her face. Her eyes were closed and she was blushing, a look of forbidden enjoyment on her face. My tongue went back the other way, pressing down the hair I had disturbed and she gave a small whine.

I pulled my head back and gave her my bedroom eyes, completely ignoring the stallion we were putting on a show for. Her eyes opened and looked into mine, the blush still on her cheeks. That's when I knew what her bit should be. She was terrible at the vocal game, but she gave off the 'untouched' aura. She was new to this, a virgin to the stallions, and many of them liked that.

"Mmm, c'mon Plush," I cooed, "Our colt here needs his drink."

"Y-Yeah," she responded, out of breath.

We both trotted off to the bar, wiggling our rumps as we walked. I glanced behind us to see my regular sitting there, his mouth stuck open in a shocked expression. I knew then that my plan was going perfectly. At the bar, I placed his order and Saffron gave me a funny look. She had obviously seen what had transpired and, when I looked over to Plush, she was still blushing and staring down at the bar.

"You okay?" I asked with a small smile.

Plush looked up and smiled nervously to me.

"Of c-course," she stuttered, "I-I just didn't know t-that you, uh, liked me."

"Plush," I said in a serious tone, "I like stallions. This is how we get our tips, by being as suggestive as possible."

"And stealing all the attention in the place," Saffron grunted, placing the glass of bourbon on the hard polished wood.

I smiled to Saffron as she walked away and lifted the glass with my wing.

"If it makes you feel any better," I whispered to Plush, "You are perfect for the 'untouched' bit."

Plush's face lit up at that, the blush still on her cheeks. We both trotted over to the stallion and set his drink down in front of him, watching his eyes dart between us. I decided to play it up a little more and smirked to him.

"Do you like my friend?" I asked, causing him to lock his eyes onto me.

I leaned over and nuzzled against her neck, purring like a cat. Plush stayed resolutely still and I saw the blush intensifying on her face. I snaked my tongue out again and licked the same patch of hair before biting at it playfully, causing her to gasp. I heard the tinkling of glass and glanced over to see my patron slamming back his bourbon, eyes still locked onto us. I could only guess what was going on in his mind, but my guesses were pretty good. He nearly slammed the glass back down and I stopped, clearly amused by how fast he drank that.

"Wow, you must've been thirsty," I cooed, licking my lips, "You want another?"

"Um, ah," he spoke, gulping heavily and darting his eyes between us, "I want a, uh, something else."

"Oh? What would that be?" I asked while moving closer to Plush's neck, flashing my fangs.

"A shot of scotch," he replied, sounding a little nervous.

I giggled and me and Plush headed back to the bar, retrieving his shot of scotch. While we were waiting on Saffron, Plush didn't even look at me when she spoke.

"Hey, Viola," she started, her blush refusing to go away, "What was all of that about?"

"Just playing him up," I answered in a simple tone, picking up the scotch Saffron had just brought over.

"Yeah, but it was, uh," she stammered as her blush got darker.

I didn't have time to hear the rest of what she said, mostly because of me delivering my patron his drink. He downed it just as fast as the last glass and shook his head.

"Well, ah, that was nice," he said, clearly distracted, "Where's your friend?"

"She's on her way over," I answered him, turning to see Plush walk right up next to me.

"Oh great, uh, I mean, cool," he spoke in a descending tone, "Sorry, but I really need to go."

Without another word, he dropped a large bag of bits onto the table and scampered off to the bathroom. I heard the door slam shut and I let out a giggle.

"And that, Plush, is how you get the kind of tips we get," I stated as I lifted the bag.

I went back and wrote a little note for him after taking the price of the drinks from the bag. I wasn't a thief, so I placed the bag back down on the table, along with his receipt bearing my signature kiss. I had set it up perfectly when Plush finally spoke up.

"Viola?" she asked, "Can I leave something too?"

I turned to her, confused, but smiled as I saw her standing next to me, still blushing and staring at the note.

"Sure, you did help me," I said, backing away a bit.

Plush slowly pulled out the receipt and stared at my kiss on it. She seemed to be enthralled by the red lipstick stain and did something I didn't expect. She placed it down on the table and pulled out her own lipstick from her sock. She applied, much to my surprise, a vibrant shade of blue to her lips and kissed the receipt like I did. However, instead of leaving it as I was known for, she took a bit of her mane and wiped it on the lipstick, leaving a small trail of blue swishing away from hers to mine.

After putting the note back, she kept her head down as if embarrassed.

"I'm sorry," she mumbled to me, "But I couldn't think of anything better to do."

I leaned in, half expecting her to have covered my own lipstick, but saw what she had done. Instead of covering the whole thing, her stain went in the other direction, forming what looked like a heart out of our stains. The part she had swiped with her mane had mixed with mine, making a purplish color in the middle. I had to admit to myself that it looked pretty good, almost as good as my solitary stain.

"That's... fine," I said, causing Plush to snap her head up. I smiled at her and continued, "It looks great. Thanks for your help."

"Oh, it's no big deal," she mumbled, rubbing her foreleg and looking away, "Guess I better get back to the hostess counter..."

That was when an idea struck me. The reaction from my regular was enough to convince me of something. Alone, I could make some pretty good tips, but with Plush, I could double them.

"Wait," I said, grinning as she turned around, "Why don't you work with me today?"

Rhapsody

Rhapsody: a state of overwhelming, pleasurable emotion

Nightfall was always my favorite time of the day. It was amazing to see the sun sink down, bathing the city in vibrant shades of yellow, gold, orange and red, leading up to the dark cover of night sweeping them all away. It was a bit ironic, actually, since both me and Plush mimicked that pretty well. We had developed a system where she would come up to the table and act like a shy new mare before I would swoop in. She acted surprisingly well for our bit, moaning as I licked her neck and stiffening up when I would sniff her. She even shivered when I did my fake bite on her neck, driving the stallions wild. We must have raked in at least three times the bits I usually got.

However, like all good things, we had to end it at closing time. I was quite proud of myself and so was Glimmer, admiring how many bits we had made.

"Sweet Celestia," she gasped, her eyes glittering, "How much is that?"

"Seven hundred and sixty four bits," I stated proudly, "That means I take home three hundred and eighty two."

Glimmer kept staring at the piles of bits, unable to look away.

"I am so jealous of you right now," she murmured.

I smiled triumphantly and held my head up high, proud as a phoenix.

"Well, it's not like I got them alone," I stated proudly, "Half of the pile is for Plush."

"Speaking of Plush,' came Saffron's voice from behind us, "Where is she?"

I stopped and blinked twice before looking around. The bar was completely empty with just the regular crew of me, Glimmer, Saffron and three other earth pony waitresses named Misty, Spice and Moonlight. My newest partner in crime, Plush, was nowhere to be seen.

"Plush?" I called out, looking around behind the bar and out the windows.

"I think she needed to use the bathroom," came Misty, the light cyan earth pony waitress with a blonde mane and tail.

I shrugged and trotted off to the rooms in the back, wanting to tell Plush about her pile of bits waiting for her. The doors to the lavatories were hidden in the back, away from prying eyes. I knew that from several experiences when my regulars tipped me especially well. I pushed the door open to the mares room, which swung open quite easily. We had magically set it up so that if anypony entered, it would be discreet. After all, it was not like we wanted to intrude upon anypony.

I trotted in quietly, mostly due to my socks, and was about to say something when I heard a noise. There was an odd sound in the air, like something wet was being moved. I tilted my head at that and decided to investigate, wondering what Plush was up to. It wasn't a noise I recognized right away, but I leaned closer to the closed stalls, wondering if she was in there. The noise steadily grew louder as I approached the last stall, mixing into the air with some very erratic breathing.

When I got there, I paused at the door. There were obvious signs Plush was in there. I could see the tip of her light scarlet tail from under the door, as well as the shadow of her head and mane. the wet noise also was pretty loud now, so I didn't knock. I assumed she was using the restroom and turned to leave when I heard her say something.

"Viola..." she moaned.

I froze at that and my eyes looked back at the door. She had just said my name out loud, meaning she had known I was here. I began to turn around when the wet noise became faster and a little more loud.

"Viola..." Plush moaned again.

I suddenly felt my heart skip a couple beats as my mind suddenly made tons of connections. She was in here, all alone and in a closed stall, making a weird noise and moaning my name. She couldn't possibly be doing what I thought she was doing, could she? I heard the wet noise pick up some more and swore there was something dripping in there.

"Oh, bite me again," she whined like a little filly.

I don't know what came over me, but I bolted from that place like a bat out of Tartarus. I wasn't sure if I had made any noise, but I didn't care. I knew what she was doing and, quite frankly, I felt like I was ready to puke. I must have scared the other mares as I came ripping around the corner, wide eyed and terrified. I stopped at the bar and began to quickly scoop my bits into my bag, ready to run off. It was Glimmer who finally spoke up as I frantically tried to put them in there.

"What's the rush, Vi?" she asked curiously.

I froze after that and looked around, my face wearing an expression like I was caught doing something illegal. Saffron looked back to the restrooms and back to me, a skeptic look on her muzzle.

"What happened with Plush?" she asked coolly.

"N-Nothing," I lied, smiling unconvincingly to her.

Saffron's face went from skepticism to downright irritation at that, her braided mane hanging dangerously around her face.

"What did you do to her?" she almost growled.

"I didn't do anything!" I nearly shouted, "She was--well--she was..."

A hoof gently set down on my shoulder, causing me to jump. I spun around, expecting to see Plush, but Glimmer's face greeted me instead. A look of concern was on her face, her beautiful teal eyes staring into mine.

"Vi, what's wrong?" she asked softly.

I gulped hard at that, wanting to not answer the question.

"She was... doing stuff... in there," I mumbled out, hanging my head.

"What do you mean by--" Glimmer started before her eyes grew wide, "Oh."

I looked up at her with pleading eyes, wishing she would suggest we leave. After spending all day around Plush, pretending to seduce her like a vampony, and then discovering what she was doing in there had made this place very uncomfortable.

"Wait," came Saffron's voice, "You don't know about Plush yet?"

I spun my head to her to see a wide grin on her face. Sometimes, I really didn't like Saffron, but she had gotten my attention.

"What am I supposed to know about her?" I asked pointedly.

Saffron giggled a bit before answering.

"Well, Plush is... kinda into mares... as well as stallions," she choked out, repressing a laugh.

I stood there dumbstruck when I had heard that. Plush was into mares? Into me? I felt my chest grow tight as my vision started to spin. I repositioned my hooves and took deep breaths, trying to calm myself down. There was no doubt in my mind now as to what she was doing in that stall.

"Hey, you were the one who was teasing her all day," Saffron said with a smug smile and turned around, "If you aren't interested in her, you need to tell her that. Otherwise, she'll try it on you."

I gasped for more air when she said that, earning a fair amount of chastising from Glimmer. Deciding it was best for me to get some fresh air, Glimmer lead me outside where I hyperventilated until a third pony came out.

"Hey, Viola?" came Plush's voice, "Are you okay?"

My eyes must have been the size of dinner plates, because Glimmer noticed instantly.

"I'm just, ah," Glimmer began, moving towards the door, "I'll just leave you two alone."

Plush followed her to the door with her eyes before turning back to me and smiling weakly. I was terrified as she came up and sat down in front of me, blushing like she had when we had done our bit.

"So, uh, today was pretty good," she began lamely, unable to look me in the eyes, "Thank you again for letting me work with you."

I tried to work out a sentence, but all that came out were some weird gurgling noises.

"Well, I kinda wanted to ask you something," Plush mumbled, "You see, I was wondering if you were, uh, doing anything later?"

I felt my heart stop at that. Was she seriously about to invite me over to her place?"

"I was kinda, ah, hoping to learn, um,m-more from you."

My brain felt like it was frozen, unable to form a cohesive thought. Plush glanced at my eyes quickly before looking down and blushing some more, rubbing one of her black and gray socked hooves against her opposite foreleg.

"Um, I'm sorry, but-t I got some, er, previous plans," I lied.

I could see the disappointment cross Plush's face as she looked up at me, the radiant blush still on her face. I also noticed she was wearing her vibrant blue lipstick.

"Oh, I see," she replied glumly, "Well, I suppose that can't be helped. I'll just have to learn more from you another time."

She smiled at me, closing her eyes and showing off some glittering blue eye-shadow. I could see why the stallions liked her in the 'virgin' role from that. She looked so young and innocent, it was hard to believe she was in a line of work like me. She opened her eyes halfway and kept smiling at me, making me feel a little more than uncomfortable.

"Hey, can I try something on you?" she asked sweetly, "I've been practicing and want to know if I got it right. You know, because you're the one who leaves ponies with a kiss."

I said nothing as she leaned closer to me, her eyes not breaking contact with mine. The blush was still on her face, but less vibrant. I tensed as she approached my neck, wishing I would say something. It felt weird and wrong to have a mare leaning into my neck, but I couldn't stop her. It was then I felt her lipstick covered lips meet the hair on my neck.

I almost couldn't believe how soft Plush's lips were. The kiss she was planting on my neck was so much more smooth and gentle than any stallion ever had given me. Her positioning couldn't have been better either, since she was placing it directly on the soft piece of flesh that covered my arteries. Her lips sent what felt like electricity through my spine, causing me to stiffen more and inhale sharply. I began to feel my hind leg quiver as she kept her lips there. It hadn't occurred to me that Plush was good at this.

As if she knew what I was thinking, Plush pulled away slowly, making sure to leave her blue lip stain on my neck. She also blew on the spot gently as she backed away, making it feel like she was still there. I lowered my head to her, my jaw tight against my skull, as she opened her eyes to look at me, her lips still partially puckered.

"So, how was that?" she asked innocently.

I closed my eyes and tried to think of something professional to say. My workmate, who I had barely known for more than today, had just laid a kiss on my neck in an attempt to copy me. I wasn't sure if I should have been grossed out or flattered, so I said nothing. Plush looked a little crestfallen at me, but smiled anyway.

"Well, it's late and you got plans," she said brightly, standing up, "I'll be heading home, so see you later!"

With that, she trotted off towards the black shadows and yellow lights of the city, disappearing in seconds while I just say in the same spot, trying to get my thoughts together. I was totally not into mares and I had used Plush to get more tips out of my regulars, so why was she acting like she wanted to have me come home with her? I even flat out told her I liked stallions over mares!

Frustrated, I stood up and spread my bat wings. I had no idea why Plush had taken our little act seriously and now I needed to get her off my mind. I knew of only one way to push that psychotic mare out of my thoughts; to have a nice, long rut with a stallion. Glimmer came out and said something as I took off, but it was lost to the wind in my ears. I was heading off to find one, scowling as I went. Plush was a mood killer, not just for stallions, but for me as well. I was so proud of what I had accomplished today, but it was all ruined in less than twenty minutes.

I didn't have to search long or hard to find myself a willing volunteer. At my favorite hangout, several pretty drunk stallions were at the bar. I recognized two of them, former lovers of mine who had failed to impregnate me. Still, there were at least two there I hadn't tried yet, so I was easily able to pick one of them up. I pretended to be as drunk as they were, making it easy for them to believe I was interested in them. I laughed with one of them, danced a bit to the music and eventually wound up making out with him near the door. He was a drooler, which I really didn't like. However, when you have a problem like I did, you didn't argue.

"Hey, babeh," he slurred drunkenly, "Wanna come backh to my placsh?"

I smiled at him, seductively licking my two fangs with my outstretched tongue.

"Isn't that what we were doing?" I asked stupidly, maintaining my image.

He grinned wider at that and pressed his snout to my neck, allowing his unusually wet tongue to lap at my neck. It was then that I realized I hadn't removed Plush's lipstick stain. Panic welled up through my body as he tried to move closer to it. However, I calmly moved him away from that spot.

"Hey, save some of that for your place," I cooed, "We'll need some of it."

His place wasn't too far away, luckily for me. I didn't want to carry him the whole way, so he stumbled around for a bit and laughed at nothing. I pretended I was drunk as well, laughing stupidly and stumbling about as well. It didn't take us long to get into his place. Inside, it was an almost dingy place. There were only a few small windows that faced the sides of other buildings. The walls were an ugly shade of white, stained with various colors. Still, he wandered about to the bedroom and I saw what looked like a pretty comfortable mattress laying on the floor.

Being drunk, he was a pretty easy sell. After he positioned himself on the 'bed', laying on his back and legs spread apart so I could see everything, I did a little dance for him. I swished my tail and rubbed my socked hooves all over my body as I floated in the air, thanks to my wings. I could tell how excited he got and that spurred me on. I also began to mutter things to him in a seductive manner, asking if he liked my body and the such. When it began to look like he was getting uncomfortable, I invited him to join me. I landed and turned around as he trotted up to me, lifting himself up and placing his hooves on my back.

I swayed slightly with him on my back, sighing happily as I heard him gasp and groan slightly. I felt his nose poke into my mane and he breathed in deeply, the first actually sexy thing he had done up to this point. My rump gently rubbed against his belly, just out of reach for him. I felt his lips and tongue begin to explore my neck and travel down to my wings, leaving a bit of saliva the whole way. I lifted my head and sighed in an overly dramatic manner when I noticed a mirror in his room.

The light in the room was dim, but I could see us in the mirror. He was passionately kissing the membrane of my wings, making me a little uncomfortable. However, my eyes locked onto something small and blue, Plush's lipstick stain. I was unable to look away from that and the memory of her kissing my flooded into my mind. The stallion's lips were much coarser and less gentle than hers and, pretty soon, I found myself wondering just what it would feel like to have Plush here now. I closed my eyes and imagined the sensation she had left on my neck on my wings. Instantly, the stallion's sloppy kissing was replaced by Plush's soft lips and I felt myself stiffen up.

I knew it was wrong to think about that. I wanted a foal, even if it meant I had to endure some pretty terrible evenings. Still, there was something electric about imagining Plush kissing my wings and, not long after that, I felt the stallion lean in closer to my ear.

"Mmm, I can schmell you," he murmured, hoping that would turn me on some more.

My eyes nearly popped out of my skull at that. I didn't know if that was the alcohol in his system talking or if it meant I was getting more turned on by fantasizing about Plush, but I shook my head and smiled back at him. With a practiced maneuver, I slid my forehooves out and wiggled my rump at him.

"Then do something about it," I cooed to him.

With that, Plush exited my mind.

Travail

Travail: a difficult experience or situation

I sat and stared at myself in the mirror, my mind blank. I barely recognized the reflection I stared at, one of a disheveled bat pony mare who had dried puke running down her face and had one eye glued shut by a substance I valued. The drunk idiot I had managed to get back with had somehow remembered I could get pregnant if he kept on going, so he surprised me and puked shortly after. I could hear him snoring in the next room and I repressed an urge to go over there and beat him senseless. My night was in complete shambles, starting with Plush's actions and ending here.

I turned on the faucet and splashed some of the cold water onto my face, gagging as I felt the drying puke become slippery again. The towel I had went instantly against my face, but I could still smell it. Liquor was the primary smell, but plenty of bile and decomposing food wafted to me. Unable to stand the smell, I leaned over the toilet and braced myself as I felt my own stomach clench. A warm, burning sensation rose in my throat and I knew it was inevitable. The burning sensation rose into my mouth and I squeezed my eyes shut as I let it out. Wave after wave of stomach bile and acid washed over my tongue and I felt my stomach clench more.

After about three rounds, my stomach clenched, but nothing else came out. I shivered as I felt tears start to burn my cheeks and started letting out small, chocked sobs. Turning my gaze to the mirror on the wall, I stared at it for a quick second before slamming my hoof into it. The mirror began to shatter and I fell back onto my aching rump and planted my forehooves to my face, feeling more tears come out. I no longer tried to hold back my sobs, instead opting to wail in sadness. My wings instinctively wrapped around me, but they felt cold and clammy. The tile in the room was hard and cold, sending chills into my bones. I kept sobbing, unable to stop and soon found it hard to breathe through my nose.

I hated myself.

The decision to come here was just another to add to the list of poor choices in my life. I had stupidly agreed to take the 'health examination' back when I had just achieved marehood, I had attacked and run away from the only two ponies who cared about me and then came here to spend seven fruitless years sleeping with any stallion I could. I had let Plush kiss me and then came here to get puked on. I felt a cruel sense of justification fall on me as I began to cry harder. I had earned this with every single action I had done.

It felt weird, yet satisfying, as I mentally beat myself up. It felt like a long dormant part of my mind screamed at me from the shadows, telling me this was karma's way of repaying me. I had no family, only one pony I considered a friend, no home and an infertile womb. That was when I started to wonder why I wanted to be a mother. I couldn't raise a foal, not like this. I was a whore, a pony who willingly slept with anypony who wanted it. I had been for seven years and I still couldn't have a child, even though hundreds of potential sires had tried to give me one.

I kept on crying, unable to hear the stallion wake. It was only when he was shouting at me from the doorway did I realize he was there. I was drowning in a sea of self-loathing when I heard him shout at me to shut up and to get out if I couldn't. I cried even harder at that and bolted past him, my vision blurry and I slammed his door shut. I bolted into the empty cobblestone streets of the city, unable to see anything. Spreading my wings, I took off and flew to nowhere. I landed on top of a random building and cried. I hated myself and what I had become, an infertile piece of filth.

I was no better than those stupid mares back at my colony, screwing their mates in hopeless attempts to breed. They knew it would never happen, but they had to do it lest their mate would lose interest in them. Those who accepted defeat, like my adoptive mother, had to accept foals from another mare, begrudgingly raising illegitimate foals from their unfaithful husbands, hoping to keep the illusion of a family alive. It felt like needles in my mind as I thought about that and what I was doing, seeing parallels between them.

I must have sobbed for a long time, because I eventually heard another pony shout at me.

"Who in the pits of Tartarus is up here?!" came a shout.

My head snapped up and I looked behind me, scared out of my mind. I hadn't thought about it when I landed, but I was probably in somepony's home. My eyes locked onto a unicorn stallion who had a florescent red glow coming from his horn. I saw his angry expression and recoiled. I spread my wings quickly and stood up, ready to bolt off when he shouted to me again.

"Wait!" he called as I jumped, "Are you a bat pony?!"

I flapped my wings and tried to fly off, but I felt a sudden stop to my momentum. A red aura surrounded me and I began to panic. I was in a weak state of mind and, thinking of the worst case scenario, imagined he was going to kill me. I screamed as I was pulled back slowly, thrashing around in the red aura, desperate for escape.

"Glimmer!" I screamed to the black sky, "Help me! Somepony help!"

"Easy there!" the stallion shouted from below me, "I won't--"

"Somepony!" I screamed desperately, tears flowing down my cheeks again, "Mommy! Daddy! Princess Luna! HELP ME!"

I must have had some effect, because lights began to come on in the surrounding buildings. I knew it wouldn't matter, though. I was going to die anyway. All the unicorn had to do was compress his aura and squish me like a bug, release it and let me fall to the street below or think and have it snap my neck in two. He could just use a spell to fill my lungs with water so I would drown, or to teleport small sharp rocks into my heart and have it tear itself apart. He could make me freeze to death or boil alive in seconds, choke me with his aura by siphoning the air from it or any number of things.

"Will you be quiet?" he hissed to me as I landed on the rooftop.

I hit the roof and curled up, squeezing my eyes shut and still sobbing and screaming when I could. I wished he would just do it, to kill me. I had nothing to live for, no family or purpose. In such a low state of mind, I ached for him to do it.

"Shhh," the pony cooed at me, his red aura disappearing, "Shh. What's the shouting for?"

I wailed again and tried to move, but felt a hoof press against my side, It was firm and solid, but it was also gentle. I shivered as I imagined him pulling it back and slamming it onto my ribcage, shattering my bones and stomping on my lungs. I cried and cried as he gently rubbed my side, expecting him to hurt me.

"There, there," he spoke gently, "I'm sorry for startling you. I'm not going to hurt you. Nopony is."

"J-Just do it!" I wailed, feeling myself starting to get angry at him delaying.

"Do what?" he asked gently, "What happened to you?"

I kept on crying and shaking, even as he pulled his hoof back. I was so miserable then, unable to stop myself from shedding tears. It took a while, but I felt the aura surround me again and I was lifted into the air. I screamed again, my eyes still squeezed shut, as I braced myself for him to do something.

"Shhh, it's okay," he cooed in a gentle voice, "It's okay. I put up a sound barrier, so you can scream as loud as you want."

I did as he suggested. I screamed and screamed, feeling my throat grow raw. I screamed until I couldn't anymore and, when I was gasping for air, he spoke again.

"You poor pony, what happened to you?"

I felt myself get set down on a carpet and I shivered, unable to make any more noise. I sniffled and hung my head, waiting for anything to happen when a warm blanket draped over me. I shivered, but there were no needles or claws in the thread like I was expecting. Instead, the blanket was warm and fuzzy, like it had been sitting near a fire. I kept on shivering as I sat there, utterly humiliated and upset.

"Oh, just look at you," came the stallion's voice, "What is that? Throw up?"

I felt his hoof touch my cheek and I flinched, expecting him to hit me. The hoof recoiled just as fast, as if he was afraid of me.

"Who did this to you?" he asked in a tone that sounded genuine.

I shook my head erratically, unable to answer him.

"Shhh, I'm here to help you, okay? Can you understand me? Please nod your head if you do."

It took me a bit, but I nodded my head. I was afraid of what was going to happen when I felt a warm, wet cloth start to rub against my cheek. I yelped and fell over, but the cloth followed me and gently wiped the dried puke from my face. I sniffled and shook as it worked, hoping nothing bad would happen.

"Oh dear, you poor thing," he spoke in an almost hurt tone, "Just stay still. I won't hurt you, I promise."

I stayed in my spot, my eyes still shut as the cloth kept on wiping my cheek. It was warm and left a nice feeling on my coat when it passed over it. I felt it leave and heard the sound of water splashing around over my silent sobs. When the splashing stopped, I felt the cloth return to my cheek and wipe away more of the puke. When it moved up to the side of my head, I felt it start to move towards my eye.

"What's that there?" he asked gently.

I felt the cloth wipe my eye gently, the one that got covered by the drunk stallion. I whimpered more and tried to bury my head into my hooves, but the cloth didn't stop.

"Oh my Celestia," he murmured, "Were you, uh, r-raped?"

His tone was one of utter shock and some terror. I began to cry again as I was reminded of what had happened earlier that night and I felt a hoof gently touch my back, rubbing slightly along my spine.

"Oh dear, I'm so sorry," he spoke gently, "Are... are you hurt?"

I shook my head in response, still refusing to open my eyes even as the cloth left.

"Oh, thank Celestia," he said in a relieved tone, "At least you got away before he did anything to you."

I whimpered something, trying to speak, but all that came out were some odd gurgling noises and a couple squeaks. In response, I felt the stallion gently wrap his hoof around me and pulled me close to him, hugging me. He was a big stallion with a large chest.

"You're safe now," he spoke soothingly, "Please, don't cry. You're away from whoever did this and safe. He can't find you here."

I don't know why, but I trusted him. He had the whole story wrong, but I actually did feel a little bit safer with him. Without warning, I buried my face into his chest and kept on crying there, staining his coat with my tears and snot. In response, he hugged me closer and rocked back and forth slowly, whispering soft words to me.

"It's okay, let it all out," he murmured, "I will keep whoever it is away. He can't find you here."

It took me a bit, but eventually I looked up at the stallion. He looked back at me with his big platinum eyes and soft smile. He had a messy silver mane that contrasted with his burgundy coat. I looked back down and huddled against him more, causing him to squeeze me closer to him. To his left was a roaring fire inside of a beautifully carved fireplace decorated with vines and blossoms. On the mantle rested a clock that read a quarter past two in the morning.

"Hey," came his comfortingly soft voice, "Can you tell me your name?"

I looked up at him, a grimace on my face. I wasn't sure what to do, but his gentle smile and the look of interest in his eyes forced me to say something.

"Erm Vre-o-a," I spoke in a hoarse tone.

"I'm sorry?" he responded, a quizzical look on his face.

"Er m Vre-o-a," I repeated a little louder, sounding even worse than before.

The stallion looked at me funny before his horn lit up. I flinched, but his hoof touched mine.

"Easy there, I'm just checking something," he spoke to me.

I was still tense, but I looked up at his horn for a brief few seconds before he spoke.

"Oh dear, your vocal chords are all swollen and raw," he mumbled, "Can you write?"

I nodded to him and he smiled. A quill, some ink and a piece of parchment floated over, surrounded by a red aura, and sat down in front of me. I looked up at him and he smiled again.

"Can you please tell me your name?" he asked gently.

I looked down and thought for a moment. I was willing to try and say it, but he couldn't understand me. Now he wanted me to write it down, but that sounded even worse in my head for some reason.

"Do you know what I'm saying?" he asked me as I stared at the quill.

I shot a look to him before reaching over and lifting the quill. It scratched across the parchment for a few seconds before I was done writing.

Yes.

He leaned over to see what I had written and looked me in my eyes as he leaned back.

"Can you please tell me your name?"

I scribbled for a second.

Why?

He leaned over again to read what I had written.

"So I can call you by your name," he responded simply, "I don't know who you are."

He made a very compelling argument.

Why does it matter to you?

"Because you showed up on my balcony, crying. I know I scared you and I'm terribly sorry for that, but I would like to know your name."

No you don't.

"If you don't want to tell me it, I will have to call you Ms."

That will work fine.

He sighed and looked away for a second. I could tell he was frustrated, but he smiled at me a second later.

"So, are you from here?"

Yes.

"Do you have a home?"

I tapped at my previous answer.

"Okay, is it far?"

I don't know.

The stallion scratched his chin for a second before looking back at me.

"I have a spare bed here. You can stay the night if you like."

No.

"Actually, I insist," he spoke in a confident tone, "You need a bath and a safe place to stay. I have both."

I tapped at my last answer again and stood up.

"Hey, wait!" he shouted, standing up as well, "I don't know where you came from, but I'm not letting you go out there alone!"

I narrowed my eyes to him and spread my wings, ready to fly. He stared back and his horn began to glow.

"I'm serious," he spoke, "I don't want you to get hurt again."

Growling, I grabbed the quill and scribbled again before lifting the parchment to him.

Why do you care?

"Because it's my job to help ponies when they've been hurt," he stated with a bit of pride.

I rolled my eyes and wrote again.

So? I'm not hurt, as you can see. Just let me go and we can forget we ever met.

"I can't let you go until I know what happened," he deadpanned to me.

I had a rough night, alright?

"I could easily tell that. Were you assaulted?"

I tapped at my No. and a look of utter relief crossed his face.

"Thank Celestia," he murmured, "How did all that stuff end up on you then?"

I tapped at my rough night line.

"Was it on purpose or by accident?"

I tapped at Why do you care?

"Because it's not every night I have a bat pony sobbing on my balcony. Were you raped?"

I pointed to my No. with a bit of force.

"Oh," he spoke, staring at me with interest, "Oh hey, I got a weird question for you."

What? I scribbled.

"Are you, by any chance... infertile?"

I dropped the quill at that and stared at him, dumbfounded. Did he just ask me what I thought he did? The stallion dropped his gaze and blushed a bit before talking again.

"I'm sorry," he stated quickly, "I didn't mean to, well, uh... I mean, um..."

He took a deep breath and looked up at me.

"I just... kinda heard a rumor that, uh, um, there were, er i-infertile bat pony mares and you, well... are a bat p-pony and an, uh, mare..."

I grabbed the quill again and wrote quickly.

Where did you hear that?

I accentuated by stabbing the quill at the sentence.

"Well, you see, I'm a doctor who studies--"

He never got to finish the sentence before I tried to bolt off, heading for a nearby window. He was a doctor, my mortal nemesis, and he knew that mares like me were infertile. I didn't need to analyze anything before knowing I had to leave, now. As I neared the windows, they all lit up red and I crashed into it, unable to force it open. Luckily for me, the window didn't shatter and I fell to the floor, landing on my rump. I whined and rubbed my nose before I heard hoofbeats.

"Oh dear, I'm so terribly sorry!" he called over to me, worry lacing his voice, "I didn't mean to frighten you! That was a dumb question of me to ask and I just, I don't know. I'm a fool, a stupid, stupid fool."

I turned and looked at him before growling again. He responded with a weak smile and levitated the parchment and quill over to me again. I eagerly took it and wrote on it with enough force to tear it in places.

Let me out.

His ears splayed and he looked down. I was in no mood to play games and he relented, his magical aura fading from the windows. As I turned and spread my wings, he said something.

"I'm sorry for keeping you, Ms. I just wanted to help you."

I glanced back at him and saw his sad expression. If what he said was true, I could see the guilt written all over his face. I looked back down at the parchment and felt a little sorry for him. I hated doctors with every fiber of my being, but he had brought me into his home and cleaned all the junk from my face while calming me down. Knowing I would regret it, I grabbed the quill and wrote quickly.

Thank you.

I saw a small smile creep up onto his face and he nodded to me.

"You are very welcome, Ms," he responded.

I cringed at that and, against my better judgement, wrote one last line before flying off.

My name is Violet Heart.

I was gone before he read it, but I could hear him faintly say my name.

Gauche

Gauche: lacking social experience or grace

I woke up the next day to Glimmer prodding my side. My eyes felt like they were glued together, as did my mouth. I could only moan as she pushed my side gently, trying to wake me.

"Five more minutes," I whined pathetically.

"Oh, thank Celestia!" came Glimmer's voice before I felt a set of hooves wrap around me.

I yelped as I was pulled up from my comfortable place, embraced by my best friend. My head was shoved into her chest and her hooves squeezed my chest tightly, as if I was a lost teddy bear. I struggled slightly, but Glimmer was too strong for me.

"Glimmer," I grunted, trying to free myself, "What the hay are you doing?"

Glimmer let go as I said that, allowing me to fall limply into the mass of white sheets before me. I picked up my head to see I was in my room, lying on top of a ball of bedsheets in the middle of my bed. I glanced around the room, noting everything was still in place. My window had thick curtains blocking out the sunlight, the dresser was bare and so on. I didn't have a whole lot to my name.

Spinning around, I gasped when I saw Glimmer. Her normally beautiful features were marred by a swollen purple eye. I scrambled around, trying to pick myself up and aid her, but she jumped back from me, as if I had scared her.

"Glimmer!" I wailed, "What happened to you?!"

A weak smile crossed her face as she looked at me.

"I-It's nothing, Vi. Don't worry about it," she stammered nervously.

She gave a small laugh, as if this was just a joke. I was not amused in the slightest.

"Glimmer, look at yourself!" I shouted to her, causing her smile to vanish and ears to droop.

"Vi, please calm down..."

"GLIMMER!"

"Alright, fine!" she shouted back, an angry expression crossing her face.

She spun on the spot and stared at herself in my mirror, making no noises or even moving for a full two minutes. When she decided to turn around and look at me, she let out a huge sigh and looked to the floor while I stared at her eye.

"I know," she murmured weakly, "I know it's there."

"What the hay happened to you?" I asked, dumbstruck.

In all my time of knowing Glimmer, she had never had an injury or ailment. Any sickness she caught was usually solved by her self-medicating, a practice her father had taught her. This was the first time I could tell she had been hurt.

"I was... I was out walking last night," Glimmer began weakly, "And this... thing, showed up. He demanded gems from me, but I didn't have any, so..."

My jaw hung open from that.

"Where were you?" I asked impatiently.

"I was, er, you know..."

"No, I don't! Where were you?!"

"I was, uh, looking for you," she spoke meekly.

I froze when she had said that. She had been looking for me? I mentally facehoofed at that when it struck me that it was obvious she would have. Glimmer cared for me like a sister and always fretted about my safety when I disappeared unexpectedly. She wanted me to have my wish and didn't argue with my methods, but she was still worried for me when I left. I ground my teeth as I looked down at my bed, realizing that I knew where this was going.

"Where did that happen?" I croaked to her.

"A couple of streets from the club we frequent," Glimmer answered back hoarsely.

I shook my head slowly, realizing that her injury was my fault. I shouldn't have left like I did last night. Not only was my night terrible, but so was Glimmer's. I bit my lip as I struggled to not cry. The feeling of self-hatred I had experienced last night welled up in my chest again as I thought about Glimmer. She couldn't work like that and probably would lose her job for it.

"Hey, Vi?" came Glimmer's voice, "Are you alright?"

"N-No," I shakily stated back, "I'm s-sorry, Glimmer."

"For what?" she asked curiously.

I weakly waved my hoof at her and I could tell she instantly knew what I meant. I felt her hoof touch mine and I shuddered. I really just wanted to leave right then.

"It's not your fault, Viola," Glimmer spoke sweetly to me, "Sometimes things just happen."

"But I sh-shouldn't have left y-you like that," I choked out, losing my battle against crying.

I felt Glimmer's hoof leave mine before she wrapped her hooves around me again, embracing me softly. She wasn't angry at me, just worried. I ground my teeth harder and squeezed my eyes shut, teetering on the very edge of tears.

"Vi, calm down," she whispered to me, "Don't be upset. I know last night was difficult for you, but what happened to me was my own fault. You didn't hurt me."

I weakly hugged her back, wondering why she was my friend. I was selfish and stupid while she was sweet and caring. I didn't deserve a friend like her and I knew it. The two of us sat there, just sharing a moment that two best friends would. With what little bit of dignity I had, I gently pushed Glimmer away and looked up at her the same way a puppy does to its owner. Glimmer just smiled back sweetly, trying not to cry herself.

"G-Glimmer," I said, "We need to get that looked at."

"No, it's fine," she stated back, smiling a bit.

I heard her wince slightly when she grinned.

"Glimmer, we need to see a doctor about that now," I stated to her.

Her smile weakened to a small frown before she spoke again.

"But I thought you hated doctors," she spoke in a confused tone.

I gulped as I thought about them. I viewed them as evil ponies, bent on hurting others while faking smiles and good news. However, I felt for Glimmer more than them.

"I hate seeing you in pain more," I spoke in a weakly confident voice, "We're going to see one."

I stood outside the clinic, shivering slightly as I looked at the building. The building itself wasn't intimidating, a mostly plain facade of brick and mortar with some windows and large automatic glass doors. I guess it was my inherent fear of doctors that made me scared to enter the harmless looking buildings, but I wasn't here for myself this time.

"Viola, are you okay?" Glimmer asked worriedly to me, "We can leave if you are not comfortable."

I gulped hard, but looked over to her and smiled.

"I'm fine, Glimmer," I lied.

"You sure?" she asked, giving me a wary look.

"Yes, now let's get you taken care of," I stated as I marched to the door, fear flooding my mind.

Inside was nothing spectacular. A couple rows of stools and benches sat in straight lines with some small tables holding magazines. The walls were a whitish-green color, bearing framed instructions on proper hoof washing and disease prevention. I stood rigidly still at the doorway as I scanned the room, noting that the only exit was behind me. The room was, thankfully, empty of all ponies except for one sitting behind a glass window.

Glimmer wasted no time in trotting up to the window and conversing with the pony, who was a mare, while I sat on the stool closest to the exit. I glanced around nervously as dark memories of my past reared their heads, showing me the terrifying moment I found out I was infertile. I gulped hard as I gripped the chair tightly, as if it was going to leave me. After five minutes, Glimmer trotted over to me.

"Come on, Vi," she spoke sweetly, "The doctor has no appointments, so he can see me right now."

I spun my head to her, locking eyes. She was smiling like I was a filly, but I could see it souring quickly.

"Or do you want to wait here?" she asked in a less sweet tone.

I shook my head and stood on my hooves, determined to make sure her eye was cared for. I was terrified of entering a patient room, but Glimmer led me there. The room itself was cramped to me, although both of us could walk about freely in it. Inside was a bed thing that Glimmer hopped up on, along with two chairs set by a sink. I took one of them and looked around nervously, noting there was a bin for used needles and schematics of pony physiology.

We must have sat there for five minutes before either of us spoke. Five minutes of tense and uneasy silence.

"Vi, are you sure you're okay?" Glimmer asked, "You look like you're going to be sick."

I nodded sharply and stayed rooted in my spot, not wanting to look at the door. The doctor would be here shortly to examine Glimmer and we would be leaving very shortly after that. As if on cue, the door swung open and I tensed up.

"Good morning!" came an eerily familiar voice.

I spun my head around to see a crimson unicorn stallion with a silver mane and platinum eyes looking between Glimmer and myself. He looked a little funny with a white overcoat on and a big shiny disk on his forehead, but there was no mistaking him. His gaze locked onto me and I felt myself stop breathing. He was the same one from the rooftop last night.

"Oh, hello!" he said with a smile, "I didn't expect to see you again!"

I must have passed out right then, because my vision went black rather quickly.

"Viola?" came Glimmer's voice.

I weakly tried to open my eyes and blinked as a harsh white light shined down on me. A hiss escaped me as I covered my eyes and rolled over, only to have a set of hooves stop me.

"Easy there," came another voice, "Don't hurt yourself."

My eyes snapped open at that to see the smile of the crimson doctor looking into my face. I yelped loudly and flapped my wings, trying to distance myself from him, to feel another set of hooves push me down.

"Viola!" came Glimmer as I thrashed about, not breaking eye contact with the doctor, "Calm down!"

I struggled some more before I felt a magical aura surround me. I nearly screamed, thinking it was the doctor's, but my vision was filled with gold. I spun around to see Glimmer concentrating angrily on me, her horn glowing. I breathed heavily and slowed down my movements, trying to stay calm. Her eye was still swollen, but less so.

"There," Glimmer sighed with a huff.

I stared at her for a bit before the doctor trotted over.

"So, what seems to be the problem?" he asked, looking at me.

I wanted to respond, but Glimmer answered.

"She needs help," she stated plainly.

"No I don't!" I almost shouted to her, my cheeks reddening, "We came here because of your eye!"

"I have already treated that," the doctor spoke proudly, "It should go away by the end of the day. Ms. Glimmer here was very lucky there was no fracturing around the eye socket and that the bruising is easily dealt with."

"Now it's your turn to be helped," Glimmer stated firmly, not looking away from me.

"Helped?" I nearly shouted, "Helped with what?! I'm fine and we need to get going!"

Glimmer narrowed her eyes to me and inched closer to my face.

"Viola, you need help. I've spent seven years with you and I know when there's something wrong. Tell him what's wrong and we can leave."

"But I don't--"

"Excuse me," came the doctor, causing both of us to look at him, "But I can help you with whatever is wrong, Ms. Violet Heart."

I stared dumbfounded at him. He had used my real name? Glimmer narrowed her eyes to him before looking back at me and then to him.

"How do you know her name?" she asked pointedly, "I said it was Viola."

The doctor coughed a bit and looked away as if embarrassed.

"Well, er, you see," I began lamely.

"I have helped her before," the doctor spoke, "Last night, in fact."

Glimmer spun to me, looking at me directly in the eyes. I could see her wheels spinning in her mind as she worked this out.

"Wait, you saw a doctor last night?" she asked with a hint of shock.

"Actually, she kinda came to my house by accident," the doctor replied, causing Glimmer to look away from me, "She was in a rather bad spot and somehow ended up on the roof of my home."

I was quiet as the doctor related what had happened last night to Glimmer, utterly mortified. He left out no small detail, including the ones about me covered in puke and screaming that he was going to kill me. Glimmer's eyes widened in shock and eventually her mouth fell open. When he finished, she turned to me and stared for a while. I smiled weakly to her before she shouted at me.

"Viola! What the buck were you doing last night?!"

"I-I don't remember..." I muttered back weakly.

"Actually, I had a rather interesting idea about that," came the doctor, breaking our chat.

We both turned to him and he smiled nervously.

"Well, in truth, I contacted a friend of mine after you left last night and asked about your behavior. He's a psychologist, so he told me it sounded like you had classic case of Post Traumatic Stress Disorder, a kind of depression that often leads to suicidal tendencies or reckless behavior to cope with it. He said it often stems from a very painful moment in your past and that most cases with your level don't make it past three years without maiming or killing themselves."

A tense silence ensued as my eyes began to bulge out of my skull. I could feel the intensity of the gaze Glimmer was giving him and he coughed before shifting uncomfortably.

"Um, well, I don't want to pry, but did something happen?" he asked.

My mouth was locked shut, but Glimmer spoke up softly.

"She found out she was infertile when she was little..."

I spasmed at that.

"Glimmer!" I shouted to her angrily.

"Oh dear," came the doctor, his eyes widening, "I'm so sorry."

I snarled angrily at him and thrashed around, breaking loose of Glimmer's aura and throwing myself down onto my hooves. I lowered myself and glared at the doctor, who stared back at me curiously.

"Don't you ever repeat that!" I nearly screamed at him as I lunged for the door, but slipped on the tile.

I landed on my chest and slid forward to the door. I gave an angry shout as I rose to my hooves and reached for the door, only to have Glimmer's aura stop me.

"Wait, Viola!" she called.

She didn't have time to finish before I spun around angrily.

"Shut up!" I shouted to her, "You didn't have to tell him!"

A look of hurt crossed Glimmer's face as she regarded me, but she didn't drop her aura.

"But Viola, he can help you!"

"I don't want help! I can have a foal on my own!"

"No, you can't! You need somepony to help you!"

"I don't need anypony's help!" I screamed at her.

A long silence permeated the room as Glimmer sniffled at me. I breathed heavily to her, ready to storm out of there when the doctor spoke up.

"I already knew you were infertile," he spoke softly.

I turned to him and nearly started shouting, but kept speaking.

"And I believe I can help you get a foal."

"I'm not adopting!" I screamed, causing him to wince a bit.

"I didn't mean that," he said calmly as he turned to face me, "I think I can get you pregnant through natural means."

A look of disgust crossed my face as I thought about that.

"I am most definitely NOT sleeping with you!" I shouted to him, feeling my throat hurt.

"I didn't mean that," he said with a shocked look, "I meant I know of a way that might work. The only catch is that it requires an earth pony mare."

My face contorted into a weird expression before I started talking again.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean that there is more to Earth Pony magic than most know of. Stallions can grow food easily and so can mares, but mares have a unique gift. They are extremely fertile and can have many foals without any sort of disorder. I have a theory that, if I can transfer the magic to you, you can get pregnant."

I stared at him, utterly dumbfounded.

"What?" I asked, feeling a small ray of light breaking my anger.

He stared at me dead in the eyes before speaking again.

"I think it is possible to get you pregnant," he said in a serious tone.

Cozen

Cozen: to cause to believe what is untrue

My throat was tight as I approached a marvelous oak door in a high rise building. The hallway was narrow, just barely big enough to allow ponies to pass each other. The ugly red and yellow striped wallpaper made my stomach twist into knots. I felt like I was in a circus tent, a member of the freak show. My eyes locked onto the number gracing the door, looking at the brilliant gold glyphs in front of me. The numbers read 257 and I gulped. I was right where I needed to be, but not necessarily where I wanted to be at that moment.

My thoughts traveled back to after Glimmer and I left the clinic. She was smiling ear to ear, as happy as a filly on Hearth's Warming Eve, while I trotted along, staring a the ground. I didn't know what to feel as I thought about what the doctor had said to me. I could get pregnant through natural means after all, meaning I wasn't infertile in the literal sense. I was indeed able to carry and have a foal of my own, but I was more terrified than excited.

I had dreamed of having one for seven years, imagining the joy that would envelop me as I held the tiny bundle, as proud as a mother should be. Now that it was truly possible, I felt like a small pony who approached a big roller coaster. I had bragged I was ready for it, but now that I faced it, fear filled my insides. I was sure I was in no condition to get pregnant now. The disease I suffered from, Post Traumatic Stress Disorder, had made it to a stage where most ponies would be put on Suicide Watch. I had already exhibited signs of suicidal tendencies and throwing in the rush of hormones from pregnancy was, in the doctor's words, a deadly cocktail.

Still, I had vowed to get pregnant, no matter the cost. When he had explained what was needed, I felt even less sure about this. In order for the process to have a chance at success, I had to know when my body tried to ovulate. The process had to happen at that exact day with two extra ingredients, the magic of an earth pony mare and a fresh stallion sample. I had allowed the doctor to examine me further and, upon completion, had determined I had a week before my body tried to ovulate again. A week to gather a willing earth pony mare and a stallion.

The stallion part was easy. I had literally hundreds of potential sires in my past, many of whom would gladly try again. That thought had caused me to smirk a bit as I stared at myself in the mirror in my room. If my destructive lifestyle had given me anything, it was that I could literally choose what traits I could use. I could choose from pegasi of all colors and speeds, unicorns who could pass on magical traits and earth ponies that would not only increase my chances of pregnancy, but might pass on some muscle structures if I had a colt.

There was still the part about a willing earth pony mare, though. I had almost no other friends aside from Glimmer, who was a unicorn. She had volunteered herself for the process, but the doctor had assured that it required an earth pony. I had spent the last few hours prepping myself to convince an earth pony to allow me to borrow her ability to get pregnant. It sickened me to think of it, but I was only good at convincing ponies one way.

I fretted as I stared at the door in front of me. Wanting to avert my attention, I looked over myself. The fruits of three hours of playing dress up had left me in just my socks. They were a deep violet shade with black stripes wrapping around them, just like my cutie mark. My gray coat was clean and my tail was groomed to perfection. It was slick and even, ending in a single point. My nose could pick up the perfume I had applied to myself, a mix of roses and and raspberries.

My eyes shifted back to the door, eyeing the gold lettering. I had never imagined myself doing this, but I gulped and knocked on the door with my hoof. The solid door boomed with each blow, making me very apprehensive. I glanced back quickly to make sure no other pony was poking their head out of their door. My stomach clenched and I was sure I was going to be sick. The feeling intensified as I heard a voice call out to me from behind the door.

"Who is it?" came a mare's voice.

I gulped hard and closed my eyes, considering running away. This felt so incredibly wrong, but I had to be here.

"Who is it?" the mare asked again, a nervous edge in her voice.

"Open up and see," I cooed in a shaky, yet seductive, voice.

The air grew tense as I stood there, staring at the wood grain. I almost turned around when I heard the clinks of metal on metal and some sliding noises before the door lock clicked. The door creaked open and I saw a pair of spring green eyes look at me from underneath a mane of scarlet. I locked my eyes with them and a seductive smirk crossed my face.

"Hey there," I whispered to the eyes, the words tasting like metal in my mouth.

The door slammed shut in my face, causing me to recoil quickly. A muffled squeal came from behind the door and the sound of hoofbeats trailed off as looked back at the door. The sounds of objects being moved quickly echoed from behind the door, along with some intelligible cries. I cringed as I stood there and began to back up slowly when the door gave a solid boom.

Without warning, the door swung open slowly and a tan earth pony mare with spring green eyes and a scarlet mane and tail stood in the doorway, eyes half lidded and a smile on her face.

"Hey there to you too, Viola," Plush cooed to me, her lips covered in the bright blue lipstick I remembered.

I gave a nervous smile to her and started to walk forward, making sure I was using my practiced swaying. Her eyes followed my movements with a hungry look. I walked right up to her and smiled down as she looked up, an awed expression replacing her smile.

"Uh, um," she stammered, her face starting to redden.

I gave a small laugh at that, slightly amused but mostly playing the part.

"Are you doing okay?" I asked, standing proudly over her.

I made sure my chest was puffed out, similar to how stallions did it to impress mares. My wings were spread and standing up, a reaction to my masked nervousness. Most ponies misunderstood that, thinking I was turned on whenever they were spread. In truth, my wings did that in response to a variety of emotions, from terror to pleasure. I saw Plush's eyes flick over to them and her blush got more intense. She obviously had the same misunderstanding almost every other pony had.

"I, uh, I'm d-doing fine," she stammered back, locking her eyes with mine again.

I could hear her erratic breathing, deep one moment and then followed by a few shallow ones. She was no match for my refined technique. An awkward silence ensued for a few seconds before I spoke up.

"So, are you going to invite me in?" I asked with a small lick to my lips.

Plush blinked at me twice before she gulped.

"What?" she asked nervously, "Why do you want to, ah, come i-in?"

I batted my eyes at her before getting well within her personal space. My snout was less than an inch from hers as my half lidded eyes looked into her big green ones.

"You said you wanted to learn from me before, didn't you?" I cooed.

Several gurgling and choked noises came from Plush's throat before a huge grin broke her face.

"Uh, I-I did, didn't I?"

I was not in a very patient frame of mind, so her response almost made me break character. Luckily for me, Plush backed away and opened her door all the way, sweeping her hoof into the apartment.

"I'm sorry for my reaction," she spoke in a similar tone to mine, "I thought you were a little more than weirded out by my proposition."

I just managed to keep my eyes from rolling again.

"That's why I'm here," I spoke in a sultry tone as I sauntered through the door into a white hallway, "First thing we need to fix is your tableside manner."

I kept on trotting by and flicked my tail to her, causing her blush to get even more pronounced. I arrived in a single room dominated by a large suede couch and rug facing a panoramic view of the city through large panes on glass. A kitchen was to my left, simple but functional. I could see several piles of things stacked on the counters but ignored them. Plush joined me seconds later, smiling from ear to ear.

"So, uh, you want something to drink?" she asked bluntly, stumbling over to the kitchen.

I shook my head and looked her dead in the eye.

"Never, ever be that blunt, Plush," I reprimanded as if I was serious about this, "The point is to lure them in, to make them want more and more."

Plush froze and looked down at her hooves, crestfallen. However, I didn't stop.

"You see, Plush," I spoke as I slowly walked up to her, deliberately taking my time and wiggling my rump, "It's not about how fast you can make your tips. Our customers don't come for our speedy service, they come for something more."

Plush looked up at me, eyes glossy, but gasped as I approached her. My eyes immediately became half lidded again and I stared her dead in the eyes, grinning slightly to show off my fangs.

"Why do my stallions come back?" I asked, not expecting an answer, "I'll tell you why. I make them ask for it, make them plea for it, make them beg for it."

I was looking down at Plush now, the distance already closed. Her eyes quivered slightly as she stared into mine, causing my stomach to clench. I was so grossed out by this, flirting and seducing another mare. I had never imagined just what I would feel as I prepared for this, but I was fairly sure nausea wasn't on the list. Still, I had an ultimate goal to achieve and Plush was my unwitting, but soon to be willing, aid in that goal. She was, after all, an earth pony mare, just what the doctor ordered.

I lifted a hoof and slowly stroked her mane, feeling Plush's muscles start to shiver. She concentrated on me so much, she didn't notice herself sit on her haunches and lean back a bit, allowing me to tower over her.

"Do you see?" I asked softly, making sure my muzzle was well within two inches from her face, "They all want to touch, but they have to beg for it. They have to wait and then, when the moment is right..."

I leaned over to her ear, which twitched slightly.

"I let them touch," I whispered into her ear.

I leaned back to Plush's face, noting her eyes were locked onto me and her mouth partially hung open. A small squeak came from her as I smiled to her. Inside, I was screaming at myself to stop. This was wrong in every way possible, the exact opposite of where I was trying to go. I had spent seven years with stallions of all kinds and had never pictured myself with a mare, yet here I was, going backwards on a one way road.

I wasn't sure what happened next, but I was suddenly on my back, kissing Plush. Her eyes were closed and her blush was as vibrant as her mane, but her incredibly soft lips were moving around on mine. My eyes must have been huge, because I was suddenly overcome with a feeling of utter disgust. Things only got worse, however, as I felt something wet, rough and flat try to make its way into my mouth.

Instinctively, I reached up and pushed Plush away as quickly as I could, rolling to my right and coughing. Plush backed away quickly and covered her mouth, eyes open and pupils small. I wiped her saliva from my lips and gave a small gag as I thought about the kiss. Every instinct screamed at me to leave, to escape from here before Plush tried again. However, a single thought bound me to the floor, one of me holding my very own foal.

I retched as I stood up, trying not to look sick in front of the mare. My hooves shook underneath me, threatening to give out should I not force them to remain steady.

"Oh my Celestia!" Plush wailed from behind me, "I'm so sorry, Viola! I don't know what came over me and I just-- I--"

She let out a cry of sadness mixed with terror and bolted down a hallway next to the kitchen. I could hear her wailing as a door slammed shut, shaking the windows in the living room. I felt a burning sensation in my throat and mentally beat myself up. Emotionally distressing Plush was NOT the way to go if I was going to get her to agree to the experiment. I bucked myself at my instinctive reaction, cursing that I was so easily grossed out.

Still, it was unnatural. I was a mare, built specifically for a stallion. I was made so that the bat pony race could expand and have a future. Making out with a mare went against every fiber of my being, negating my purpose in life. If I was to have the foal I always dreamed about, I needed to be with a stallion! I could not waste time with a mare that not only could not get me pregnant, but could make me even more of an outcast in society.

But, then again, hadn't I been with stallions for seven years? Hadn't I pursued defeating infertility with no results? I wasn't new to the idea of mares being attractive, to be honest. Glimmer was a stunning mare and I was often taken aback by her natural beauty, but I had never actually thought she was attractive in a sexual way. Now I had Plush, who was into mares and stallions, who thought I was good enough to make out with and, I had to admit, she was pretty cute.

As my thoughts wrestled with each other, I steadied my hooves and turned around. I had two options here: to leave or go talk to Plush. If I left, I could continue with my life and probably find another earth pony mare I wouldn't have to seduce. In fact, it seemed rather dumb of me to not do that first before coming here. My second option would be to go and comfort Plush in what I assumed was her bedroom. That could only lead one way, a way I really didn't want to go, but would assure me of her willingness to aid me in the experiment.

I had to ask myself: Just how important was a foal to me?

I knocked on the door and I felt my throat clench. I could hear sobbing on the other side.

"Plush?" I asked sweetly, yet concerned, "Plush, are you alright?"

The sobbing kept up for a while before I got a response.

"I-I'm sorry, Viola!" she wailed, "I didn't mean t-to do that!"

I gulped as I heard her cries. My stomach twisted in knots, pleading with me to leave.

"Plush, it's okay," I cooed into the door, "Please come out and talk to me."

The wailing kept up and I felt myself needing to do something. In truth, I didn't have to say or do anything. She was a full grown mare and was fully capable of calming herself down, but I felt a weird need to do anything to calm her agony. The feeling was new to me, but I didn't have time to analyze it before I started singing.

To say bat ponies are musically inclined was a bit of an overstatement. Yes, we could sing, but we never had truly learned to control our pitch. The common pony language was not our native tongue, especially those from colonies as old as mine. In such colonies, we used our true language, one Plush had the pleasure of experiencing from me. My throat constricted and a low whistle came from it, altering notes slowly. My lips stretched back, baring my teeth as my tongue pressed against the roof of my mouth. It began to flick away from the roof, producing a clicking noise.

I kept my whistling going as I clicked. The noise was so strange to me, mostly because I hadn't heard it in years. I was sure Plush would think I was dying or something stupid, but I kept singing in my native tongue. It was a slow song, one from ancient times that all mares learned in the cradle. I swayed gently to the music, remembering all the times my adoptive mother had sung it to me. Her smiling face burst into my mind and I almost stopped. It was right then did I truly miss her in seven years. I was still in a weak state of mind according to the doctor and was warned to avoid highly emotional situations, but I couldn't stop this one.

I backed away from the door and sat with my back against the wall, still singing as I thought about how the mare who posed as my mother cared for me. The song seemed to have her speak to me, telling me how pretty I was and how she was so happy to see me. My heart felt like it was stopping, but I kept singing regardless. She didn't have to care for me, she didn't even have to love me, but she did. For all those years, she took me in and raised me like her own daughter, feeding me and kissing me on the forehead and being there when I needed her most.

Sweet Celestia, I missed her. As the song ended, I lowered my head and closed my eyes, tears starting to spill down my cheeks. I didn't end the song in the normal way, but I said something else instead. I thought of me screaming at her and kicking her in the chest, those memories becoming tainted.

"I'm so sorry, mother," I clicked, finishing the song.

I sat there and shivered, trying my best to suppress my sadness. I was an emotional wreck again, wanting to hurt myself for the way I had treated my mother. I wasn't fit to be a mother the way she was. I was cold and selfish, here to take advantage of a mare so I could force myself to have a foal, not loving and accepting like she was.

"Hey, Viola?" came Plush's voice.

I looked up to see the tan earth pony mare look down at me with her own concerned look. I silently cursed myself for allowing my already deteriorating mental state to make me do this in front of her, but it was unavoidable now.

"That was..." she started before pausing for a few seconds.

I shook my head and stood up. I wanted to leave, but a hoof stopped me.

"Beautiful," she finished.

I turned to her and locked eyes again. Hers were less red than I thought they would be, but they didn't look sad anymore.

"I'm sorry, Plush," I said, looking away, "But I need to go..."

"No," she spoke firmly.

I turned back to her to feel her muzzle press against mine again. I was shocked, but the feeling of being grossed out was nowhere to be found. I slowly closed my eyes and allowed her to kiss me, wanting to forget my emotional distress. I slowly turned to her and, once I did, she pulled away. My eyes opened slightly and looked at hers. I could see the blush on her face and wanted to say something, but I never got the chance.

Gently, Plush began to push me onto my back. I didn't resist too much and eventually looked up at her towering over me. I felt so small by comparison, but it wasn't an intimidating small. She leaned in and kissed me again, but I didn't move back. I let her lips graze against mine and remained still. I was doing everything I could to prevent myself from showing any emotion and soon Plush moved away from my mouth. She laid kisses down my neck to my chest and further.

I showed no signs of pleasure or disgust as I felt her move up the interior of my right hind leg. I twitched it, but not enough to discourage her. I knew why I was doing this now and I was not going to be denied the ultimate prize. I felt her lips move towards the innermost part of my leg and I closed my eyes.

This wasn't just for me anymore. This was for my adoptive mother as well, so that she could have her own foal one day, given this experiment of the doctor's worked.

Plush gasped as she looked up at me. I returned her gaze and she smiled weakly.

"Tell me if you want me to stop," she said sweetly.

"Please, don't," I moaned to her.

Author's Note

I'm a little leery of this chapter. I hope it's not too rushed or confusing!

Duplicitous

Duplicitous: given to or marked by cheating and deception.

I gulped as I lay on my bed, staring at my hooves. I wasn't thinking about anything in particular, but I could feel my stomach twist. There was something on my mind, though I tried to ignore it. The inner part of my rear legs tingled slightly and I closed my eyes, fighting off a shiver. I could still feel the soft kisses Plush had left on me, giving me a sense of unease. The kisses were all over me, up my chest, on my neck and even my lips, reminding me of what had transpired almost a week ago.

My night at Plush's would not go away. Even though I hadn't been over to her place since then, I could still remember vividly everything that had transpired. I remembered her staring into my eyes hungrily, her tongue licking her lips greedily. Her scent was everywhere, a mix of both roses and sweat. I could still feel a mix of fluids run down my chin, mostly saliva, but flavored with something else. My head still felt the pressure that she had applied to it with her rear legs, pressing my nose closer to her.

Needless to say, I was ashamed of myself. I had never felt more tainted, dirty and disgusting than I did trotting home after that. Before I left, I had asked her to meet me at my home in a week. Plush had readily agreed and kissed me on my lips softly, her way of sealing a deal. I had mentally tortured myself as I trotted back, knowing that I was manipulating her for my personal gain. I could have done a million things instead of what had happened, like ask for her help and be open about why I was suddenly interested in her, but I knew I couldn't have brought myself to do that.

With my self esteem already dwindling to low levels, my mistake with Plush was just another pile of smoldering coals to heap upon the ashes of my dignity. I bit my lower lip and tried to hold back some tears, throwing up some weak mental resistance. I wanted nothing more than to run away from all of this like I had when I was younger, to just leave and start over again. Nothing was stopping me from doing that, but I felt as if I was chained here. I had to stay and see this through, whether it was successful or not.

A soft knock came from my door and I looked up. I didn't have to say anything because the door automatically swung open, revealing my best friend. Glimmer looked at me with an expressionless face, her eyes glued to mine. She hadn't said much to me since the doctor's office, which had been rather excruciating for both of us. I so desperately needed a friend now and I could tell she wanted to help me.

"H-Hey," she murmured, glancing at the floor.

I sniffed, but gave a weak smile in response.

"So... uh, how are you?" she asked, looking back up to me.

I nodded to her and moved my wing, motioning for her to join me. Silently, she walked in, eyes on the floor. I could tell she was apprehensive of me, especially since I had returned from Plush's. I looked back to my hooves as she got on the bed next to me and laid on her stomach, just like how I was.

For a few minutes, neither one of us spoke. I could feel the crushing weight of the silence on me, filling me with dread and depression. It was hard to breathe as I waited for the inevitable to come, wishing for this to be over quickly. An exasperated sigh from Glimmer was all it took to start the ball rolling.

"Viola, what's wrong?" she asked a little impatiently, turning her now irritated eyes towards me, "You've done everything but shut yourself into your room. You don't come out at night anymore, taken four sick days at work and won't talk to me. Plush has been crying at work because she feels guilty about something and I know you saw her last week. What is wrong?"

I ground my teeth together, feeling the dry enamel scrape against each other. I closed my eyes and hung my head a bit, wishing this was less painful to do. Still, I had made this mess and now I would have to tell my friend all about it. All about the second worst night of my life.

"Glimmer, it's nothing..."

My attempt to lie seemed to only make things worse as Glimmer narrowed her eyes at me.

"It's nothing? Then are you too nervous to go through with the procedure?"

"No..."

"Are you stuck on finding a stallion? You have literally hundreds of willing volunteers."

"No..."

"Is seeing Plush before the procedure too embarrassing?"

"Not really..."

"Then what is it?"

I breathed a deep sigh and strained to speak.

"I... I didn't tell Plush about what... I want her for..."

A creepy silence ensued after I said that, like those kind in horror stories just before the victim gets attacked. My throat constricted to the point it was hard to breathe and my hooves began to shake slightly. I wanted nothing more than to bolt from the room, but my legs felt way too heavy to move.

"What?" Glimmer asked in a confused tone, "You didn't tell her about the procedure?"

I shook my head, eyes closed and head hung.

"You didn't? What? I don't... I don't get it. Isn't that why you went over there?"

I grit my teeth again. This time, it felt like the enamel chipped off in some places. Luckily, I didn't taste any blood.

"Y-yes..."

"Then what did you do? If you didn't ask her, how did she agree to come?"

My ears pressed as hard as they could against my head and my tail swished erratically.

"You didn't...."

Grimly, I nodded slowly in response.

The tense air around me became like solid rock, preventing me from doing anything except sit there. I wasn't sure what Glimmer was thinking, but I knew it wasn't good. I received my answer when a solid hoof struck me in the cheek, hard. My head whipped around and pain erupted all over my right cheek. Instantly, I yelped in pain and rolled over onto my left side, rubbing my cheek and staring at a very angry looking Glimmer.

She was a beautiful mare when she wanted to be, but she could also be terrifying when she was angry.

"Viola!" she shouted at me, rising to her hooves, "How dare you do that to Plush! She is just an innocent young mare, not some scumbag stallion looking for a good time he won't remember the next day! Why on Equestria would you ever do that to her?!"

I cowered in fear of her, curling up slightly like a scared little filly. Glimmer's words stung like a swarm of angry wasps as I heard them, every line true.

"Do you know what you have done to her?!" Glimmer continued to scold like an angry mother, "She is an emotional wreck at work and has cried herself silly for the past two days because she thinks you hate her! Saffron is worried Plush will try to hurt herself and you are here, moping about what you did! Did you even think, Viola?! Did you ever consider just asking her?!"

I whimpered pathetically, burying my face into my bedsheets. It did little to help the current problem, but at least I felt a little better knowing Glimmer wasn't making direct eye contact with me. That lasted for only two seconds, though, as the sheets whipped away from me, allowing Glimmer to look me directly in the eyes.

Her face was fixed into the scariest snarl I had ever seen. Her eyes were mere pinpricks and seemed to point daggers at me while her teeth were exposed, like that of a hunting wolf. Her horn stopped glowing as my bedsheet fell to the floor, giving me nowhere to hide. I felt my heart start to stop as it glowed again.

"Well?!" she asked again.

Immediately, I burst out into tears and started sobbing like a little filly. Me, the normally cool and composed bat pony mare of seduction, was lying on my bed with an angry unicorn standing over me, bawling my eyes out. I cried like a fool, just wailing and almost screaming at certain points as a small pool of tears began to soak into my mattress.

"No-o-o!" I wailed, "I'm sorry!"

Glimmer snorted angrily before replying.

"Don't apologize to me. Apologize to Plush!"

I wailed again and buried my face into the wet mattress.

"I can't!" I shouted back.

"Why not?!"

I wailed again before coming up with an answer that shook me to my core.

"Because!" I shouted, not revealing my true answer.

I felt myself get yanked away from my comforting bed and held in the air against my will. I screamed even louder as I cried, much to Glimmer's annoyance.

"Not good enough, Viola!" she shouted back, "You're going to apologize to Plush, and you are going to do it NOW!"

She trotted towards the open door, me floating in the air above her and I began to panic.

"NO! NO, NO! PLEASE CELESTIA NO!"

Glimmer pretended not to hear me as she kept trotting, bringing me into the living room and turning towards the front door.

"GLIMMER, STOP!"

"Why should I?" she bit back, almost to the front door.

I screamed again, especially as I saw the door start to glow. I don't know why, but I blurted out the first thing that came to mind, which was my original answer.

"BECAUSE I DON'T KNOW HOW TO!"

Glimmer paused at that, but turned an unimpressed eye to me.

"Not buying it, Viola," she spoke to me tonelessly.

I started bawling again, my fear transforming into sadness in an instant.

"I CAN'T APOLOGIZE, GLIMMER!" I shouted through sobs, "I CAN'T BECAUSE I CAN'T ASK HER NORMALLY!"

Glimmer's unimpressed look became one of confusion, but she remained unswayed.

"Yes, you can, you idiot! You are going to apologize to her and ask her like a normal pony!"

"BUT I'M NOT NORMAL!"

"So what if you're a bat pony?! You can still be normal like any other pony!"

"NO, I CAHAHAHAN'T!"

I dissolved into a weeping mess after that, feeling like a small filly who had just found out she couldn't have a foal of her own. I didn't care anymore what Glimmer did with me, I had just had a crushing realization slam down on me, destroying what little bit of my self image I had. I wasn't some composed, seductive mistress of the city, I was still some pathetic filly who ran away from her problems and home.

I didn't notice when Glimmer had set me down, but she had to have when I was bawling. I curled up on the cold, wet floor, stroking my tail gently as my wings tried to wrap around me like another set of hooves. My mind felt like thousands of tiny needles were stabbing it, every thought painful. Eventually, I began sniffling and Glimmer's voice came to me.

"What do you mean you can't be normal?" she asked.

I refused to answer, stroking my tail a little more to calm my frayed nerves.

"Viola, answer me," Glimmer commanded.

"I... I just can't..." I hiccuped out.

"I know your history, Viola. You have been normal for seven years since I first met you, so tell me what you mean."

"No... you don't..." I murmured back.

Glimmer narrowed her eyes again and leaned in a little closer.

"What don't I know?" she asked pointedly.

I squeezed my eyes shut and grit my teeth for the umpteetnth time before answering.

"I... I didn't just run away from my caves..."

Glimmer was silent as she waited for me to continue.

"I... I... I did some terrible things before I left."

"What things? You told me you ran away as soon as the doctor left."

"I didn't. I went home and... and... and I did some terrible things there..."

"Like?" she asked with apprehension.

I gulped hard, wishing I didn't have to relive this.

"My parents... they told me everything. I'm not my mother's daughter... I'm... a freak."

Glimmer tilted her head at that, curious and slightly weirded out.

"My father... he paid for me to be born. He.. spent bits on a normal female to carry and have me."

A look of revulsion started to form on Glimmer's face, but she asked a question before I could go on.

"He... paid? Like a whore?"

I nodded slowly as the look of revulsion became more apparent on her face.

"He paid for her to be comfortable and healthy so he could have me."

"Oh my Celestia..."

"And my mother... she was forced to accept me... like I was some burden. I wasn't hers and she was forced to raise me."

I buried my hooves into my eyes as I felt another sob coming on.

"So... what did you do then?" Glimmer asked cautiously.

I cringed at that, wishing I didn't have to say what I was about to.

"I... attacked them. I hurt them both.. terribly..."

Silence once again took over as I recalled what I had done. I could still hear my father's shouts as his knee joint snapped back the wrong way and my mother's screams as I cracked several of her ribs. I remembered being angry at them for doing this to me, for hiding everything and revealing it when I was already in my lowest state of mind. I also remembered some part of me being happy as I did it, as if they had earned what I did.

"Did... did you k-kill them?" Glimmer asked in a scared tone.

"I... No, I didn't..."

"And then you ran away?"

"I... went to the doctor and... I hurt him too. I forced him to tell me how I could have a foal as I nearly snapped his leg off. When he did... I don't know what happened then. I just remember running away."

Another moment of silence took place between us as I worked out what to say.

"You see? I can't apologize to Plush. I can't because I'm a freak who runs away from her problems. I've been doing it for seven years."

"But you can. You can apologize to Plush and explain to her what you went there for."

"No! I can't! I'm a stupid infertile whore who does that for a living!"

A soft hoof touched my shoulder and I flinched at that.

"Vi, you are not that," Glimmer lied.

"YES, I AM!" I shouted back, "I'M JUST SOME STUPID INFERTILE BAT PONY WHORE! I'M... I'm... I'm what my mother is..."

I started crying at that again. I didn't know who my real birth mother was, but I could only imagine what she was like. She was probably some sick, messed up pony who had more foals than she could count. She probably wanted nothing more than to kill herself and end her endless torture of bearing other ponies foals. While I hadn't had any foals of my own, I still had hundreds of stallions line up to give getting me pregnant a shot.

I cried hysterically for a few more minutes before Glimmer stroked my mane gently, shushing me like a mother does her foal. It worked to some extent, because I became a sniffling mess again.

"Hey, Viola," she spoke gently, "I know you better than anypony and I know one thing. You are not them. You are not some disgusting whore or a fool trying to pretend everything is normal. You accepted what you are and you're doing something about it. You're not just sitting there, waiting to raise a foal that isn't yours. I know that isn't you, and the you I know wouldn't be afraid to apologize to Plush."

I sniffed again as I finally made eye contact with Glimmer. She wasn't upset or glaring at me anymore, but she smiled softly. I wasn't sure what to say, so I said nothing. The two of us stayed in the hallway, just listening to the silence that wrapped around us.

"Did you ever decide on a stallion?" Glimmer asked unexpectedly.

I blinked, wondering what she meant by that.

"What?"

"For your foal. Did you decide on who it was going to be?"

I blinked a couple more times before shaking my head. She was talking about the procedure that Plush was unwittingly part of.

"No..." I muttered.

I noticed Glimmer smile slyly at me before speaking.

"I have an idea of who it should be."

I locked eyes with her, confusion written all over my face.

"Who?"

Lascivious

Lascivious: filled with or showing sexual desire

I woke up that morning trembling and laying in a puddle of sweat. My eyes could barely focus as I stared at the empty white ceiling and attempted to control my breathing. I could feel every panicked beat of my heart as it thumped against my ribs, reminding me of the terrible dream I had. The nightmare I had was one that eclipsed the ones I had experienced before. I couldn't remember everything exactly, but I could still feel the sensations. I felt the terror that had wrapped me in its cold embrace, the aching in my legs from me struggling against it and the empty feeling in my chest behind my heart. My eyelids were heavy, but refused to close because of my adrenaline rush. I didn't understand why I was so afraid; this was supposed to be a day I had waited seven long years to come.

The day I finally got my wish.

It took me a while to pull myself out of bed, which was odd. I normally was spry in the morning, especially since I had to get up and leave before my escorts did. The shower I took was hot, but I didn't react to it. As the steam rose around me, I just placed my forehead against the tiles, silently standing there as the warm water soaked through my coat. I stared down at the droplets falling from my mane, wondering what I was doing with my life. Being a mother was all I had ever wanted. The dream had ruled my life since I was little, the motivating force behind everything I did. What puzzled me, though, was why I felt a growing pit in my stomach when I thought of myself with a little foal. Was being a mother not what I wanted anymore? Had I been lying to myself the whole time since I had left my colony? Did all I want now was to just continue what I was doing?

I shook my head violently, spraying water everywhere. Of course I wanted to be a mother! It was the ultimate goal, the whole meaning in my life. Still, though, would things remain the same once it happened? Could Glimmer and I even share the same place once I had a little one running around? She wanted me to have one for sure, but we had never discussed what we would do if I ever got one. The thoughts weighed on my mind as I dried myself off and began to play dress up in my mirror. Thoughts about where I would live swirled around as I straightened my mane, replaced the next moment by what others would think of me being a single mother as I brushed my teeth. After I had finished cleaning myself up, I was struck with the worst thought of all. How would my child deal with the knowledge that I was his or her mother? Would she or he even like me when they found out what I did to have them?

A soft knocking came from my door, snapping me out of the depressing thoughts. I turned to see it open enough for Glimmer to poke her head in. She looked as radiant as ever with her blonde mane done up in curls and her eyes sparkling in the light. "Ready, Viola?" she asked with a small smile.

I turned back to the mirror and sighed, unsure of what to say. I had so many doubts and worries about this, I almost wanted to call the whole thing off. "Yeah..." I spoke weakly.

I heard the door open more and glanced over to Glimmer, her face clouded with concern. "Are you okay?"

I slowly shook my head, a ton of concerns dragging it down. "I don't know anymore," I responded, "I... just don't know."

A soft hoof reached over and touched my shoulder, causing me to look in that direction. Glimmer sat next to me, smiling sadly. "I know this must be terrifying, but I want you to know how happy I am for you." she spoke calmly, "When we first met, I felt so bad for you being all alone in this city. I brought you to my home, expecting you to steal everything and leave, but you stayed and became my best friend. I want nothing more than to see you get your wish, and I am so grateful that today has come. If anypony deserves a chance to be a mother, it's you, Viola."

I could barely see the tears forming in her eyes past my own. Instinctively, I reached out and hugged her tightly. She returned it and we sat there in silence for a bit, just sharing a moment between friends. I never did understand what I had done to get a friend as good as Glimmer, but I was so happy I had her. Eventually, we pulled away and I felt my desire to be a mother begin to shut out my concerns. I had the best friend in all of Equestria to help me through this, and that was all I needed.

"Come on," Glimmer said with a small laugh, dabbing her eyes with a tissue, "We need to get Plush and head over to the doctor's place."

I nodded firmly and rose to my hooves, determined to make this happen one way or another.

I gulped hard as I stared at the familiar door. The gold numbers 257 gleamed back, reminding me of the night I had spent here a week ago. The sweet and salty taste of her began to fill my mouth, making me gag slightly at the memories. As if spurred on by the taste, the rest of my body began to recall the sensations I had felt that night. Her phantom soft hooves rubbed up and down my back as well as my belly and rear legs. Her tongue tickled the lower part of my body while I could still feel hers quivering against my mouth. I shook my head violently, casting off the sensations like a dog did with water. Determination began to well up in my chest and I reached out a hoof to knock at the door, but I froze right before it tapped on the door. It was at that moment of all moments that a thought struck me. Glimmer had mentioned that Plush had cried herself silly the whole week I wasn't at work, so I began to wonder how she would react to seeing me again. A million guilty ideas began to attack my brain, each one ending with her slamming the door in my face and me losing my chance forever. Fear began to grip me and I could feel myself starting to hyperventilate.

As panic tore at my determination, I noticed a tan colored hoof reach out and take mine. I jumped at the contact, but allowed it to press my hoof to the door, producing an audible knock. The process repeated twice more before the hoof pulled back, my eyes locked on it the whole time. I followed it back to Glimmer standing behind me, smiling gently to me with that familiar grin I had come to know. She nodded slightly to me, her curls bouncing gently when I heard Plush's voice come from behind me.

"H-hello? *hic*" Came the most pathetic sounding voice I had ever heard Plush use, "Who i-is it?" I felt as if ice water had washed over me when her words hung in the air, waiting for a response. Taking a deep breath, I closed my eyes and tried to remember what I had said to her that night. Once I opened them again, I knew what to do.

"Why don't you open up and see?" I cooed back, ready to be seductive again. A small silence ensued before I heard a quick series of clicks behind the door and it opened, revealing a pair of bloodshot turquoise eyes. They were wide with anticipation and shrunk at the sight of me, a small yip of excitement following them.

"V-Viola!" Plush squeaked, "Y-you came b-back!"

I allowed myself a smug smile to wash over my features, flashing my small fangs to her. "I didn't come alone this time." I spoke, my voice dripping with lust. Backing up a bit and turning to my left, Plush followed my movement and locked her eyes on Glimmer, who was giving her a similar look that I was.

"Hello, Plush," Glimmer cooed to her, "I've heard a lot about you from my friend here." I could tell Plush was having the reaction I expected through her eyes and a faint flowery scent that began to permeate the air. Laying it on a little thicker, I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, acting as if I was pleased by the odor.

"Mmmm, you smell that, Glimmer?" I asked, acting as if it was the scent of fresh hay fries.

The door opened wider as Plush revealed more of herself, being drawn out by the act we were putting on. A small frown quivered on her bottom lip and her eyes were still glassy, but we had her attention now. She looked as if she was deciding between being sick and bawling her eyes out, so I knew I had to act quickly. Sauntering away from Glimmer, I neared closer to Plush, trying to remain sexy.

"I heard you've been feeling down since that night, Plush. Did I do something to upset you?" I spoke softly, the words tasting like metal in my mouth.

"W-where were you?" Plush asked. "I t-thought you h-hated me."

I made a small noise of derision, lifting my hoof up to her chin and forcing myself to lock eyes with her. "Oh no," I cooed, "How could I possibly hate you?" Plush tried to workout something to reply, but all I heard was something along the lines of "Ack...ack". Deciding I needed to show I was in control of the situation, I closed my eyes and leaned in, my lips meeting her soft and slippery ones. I could hear Plush try to say something, but I willed myself to continue the kiss. If my experience with stallions had taught me anything, it was that if I held the kiss longer, they always gave in. My theory eventually proved itself as Plush stopped trying to interrupt and kissed me back. Once she did, I moved myself away and finally opened my eyes, batting them at a dazed looking Plush. She looked so cute standing there, acting like she was waking from a dream.

"Why'd you stop?" She asked rather bluntly, bringing herself back to reality. Her eyes remained half-lidded as she looked between me and Glimmer.

"You should know that, Plush." I said with a smirk. "Everything is better when you share it." I leaned in and rubbed my head against Glimmer's neck, acting like it was a soft blanket. Plush perked up more at that, her ears standing straight up.

"Do you, uh, do you want to come in?" She asked.

I threw a wicked grin back to her, licking my fangs. "Oh no, we got something special planned. Want to join us?"

I wasn't sure what would happen when we reached the clinic, but I had a rough idea. Since it was on a weekend, the clinic was closed, meaning there were not going to be any other patients. The whole building was going to be empty, meaning nopony besides me, Glimmer and Plush would know what would happen in there today. Well, the doctor would be there as well, but this was all his idea anyway. Still, I was mildly surprised when the front doors were open and the doctor stood there, beaming at the three of us like we were long lost friends.

"Ah, welcome! Come in, come in!" He beckoned as he turned and trotted back into the clinic, the doors remaining open with his magic. I gulped hard as I walked through the doors, looking up in fear at the facade. Of all the places I wanted my life to change, a sterile room inside of a mini hospital was not one of them. Still, it was too late to turn back now. I cast a glance back at Glimmer and Plush, hoping they weren't spooked by this either. Glimmer was predictably calm, her cutesy face betraying no hint of being miffed or uncomfortable. Plush, on the other hoof, stared at me with the most confused look I had ever seen her make. It was only when the doors had shut that she voiced her discomfort.

"What are we doing at a clinic? And why was that guy expecting us?" She asked, looking at me as if I should be confused too. Even though my hooves were quivering, I forced myself to keep going forward, into the horribly designed waiting room.

"The doctor is part of the special surprise we have planned," Glimmer said. "And besides, being with the real thing is so much better than toys. Don't you think so, Plush?"

Plush turned to her with an embarrassed smile and said "I, uh, never have actually been, you know, with a real stallion before."

Glimmer smiled and nudged Plush slightly as we walked into the hallway. "Trust me, you're going to love it." She didn't get to say more on the subject, though, as the doctor was already standing at the first examination room, smiling as if the three gorgeous mares approaching were nothing more than his normal patients.

"Ah, please do come in. Are we to be expecting one more to join us shortly?" he asked in a cheerful tone.

"I think we're all here." I said, throwing him a smile that normally made any stallion excited. He blinked once and gave me a confused look.

"But, uh, there's only four of us here." He said. I chuckled as I entered the examination room. I had to admit, the doctor was cute when he was clueless.

"Yup," I whispered just out of earshot, "Four is all we need." Once Glimmer and Plush had entered the room, the doctor came in and shut the door behind him.

"Okay, so I guess we are one short for the experiment." He announced to the room, eyeing me with a slightly upset expression. "Care to explain why?"

Before I could reply, however, Plush spoke up first. "What experiment?" The doctor turned to her, confusion hiding his irritation.

"She didn't tell you why we are meeting here today?" he asked, concern in his voice. I smiled wider, knowing he was playing the perfect role to keep Plush with us. Plush, thankfully, blushed and looked down, her cyan eyes suddenly interested in the floor.

"Well, I suppose she did." she said. Before either of them could banter further, I cut in.

"It seems everypony that we need is here. Why don't we, ah, get to know each other better?" I smiled to the doctor after that, ready to pounce on his like a cat did to a ball of yarn.

"Yes, Plush. Why don't you and I start?" Glimmer asked before invading Plush's personal space. Plush didn't seem to mind, however, as her blush deepened before she locked muzzles with Glimmer. I felt my stomach quiver as I watched them, but one glance at the doctor and I knew it was working. Even through his crimson coat, I could see a blush forming. He would be putty in my hooves in no time.

Without a second of hesitation, I sidled up to him while the sounds of two mares making out filled the room. He turned to me, though his eyes kept flicking back to them. "What are they doing?" he asked.

"Getting ready," I replied, a small smile on my lips. "You did say we needed an earth pony mare and a unicorn for the experiment to work." I was slow to approach his personal space, knowing that this had to be handled delicately. I had ruined plenty of moments with stallions by rushing in.

"Yes, but I was supposed to be the only unicorn here." He said, confusion filling his voice. I could tell I was making him nervous, which meant he was thinking about making out with me in the back of his mind.

Perfect.

"And you are," I said, imitating a filly terribly. "You're the big, strong unicorn stallion here." I saw his eyes twitch involuntarily as he watched me. He liked the filly-talk.

What a naughty stallion.

"But I'm supposed to perform the procedure." He said, his voice quivering with nervousness.

"And you're going to perform the procedure," I whispered back, eyeing him with the most seductive look I could muster. "You get to do the best part."

He gulped. "You mean I do the spell?"

Internally, I facehoofed pretty hard. He still didn't get it, did he? After watching two incredibly hot mares make out and me approaching him all alone, the role I had set up for him went way over his head. Outside, though, I kept up my smile and moved myself closer to his face. I could see the blush clearly now. "I was thinking something along the lines of, perhaps, adding the most important ingredient to this mix."

He blinked at me and scrunched up his brow, still not understanding what I wanted. Before he could ask, I forced my muzzle against his. The jolt of surprise from him was enough that I felt it, but I pressed on even as he tried to back away. Eventually, he put his hooves on my cheeks and pushed me back. I opened my eyes and glanced at him with the most sultry look I could muster. "Why'd you stop?"

"I agreed to perform the spell, not to be the one to get you, er, you know." he stammered.

"But you said I could pick any stallion I wanted." I cooed. As if on cue, a huge blush turned his crimson coat a brighter red.

"I didn't mean, uh, I didn't think you would mean, er, me." he mumbled. "But if you want me to, then who will do the spell?"

I grinned even wider as I turned to the other two in the room. Glimmer was already on her back, squirming slightly as Plush lay a few kisses on her chest and towards her belly. She squirmed a little and glanced to me, a smile gracing her beautiful face before her eyes rolled up into her head and she moaned softly. For some reason, I felt a twinge of excitement run through me. I could only guess what was happening to the doctor. Glancing back towards him, I could tell something was making him uncomfortable.

"We do have her." I whispered before turning back to the doctor. His face was unreadable, but I could see a primal want in his eyes. All he needed was a little push. Turning around, I gently flicked my tail at him, allowing a glimpse of me as I trotted over to Plush and Glimmer. While Plush had preoccupied herself, Glimmer watched me with a wide grin. As I neared her, I turned to the doctor and wiggled my rump at him. "All we need is you." I cooed.

Wanton (mature) and Ataraxia (teen)

Author's Note

WARNING: EXTREMELY SENSUAL/BORDERLINE EXPLICIT SCENES AHEAD! DO NOT READ UNTIL THE PAGE BREAK IF YOU ARE UNCOMFORTABLE WITH THIS!

Wanton (mature) and Ataraxia (teen)

Wanton: the complete and total negligence of reasonable limitations

There have been some funny stallions in my lifetime, mostly those with strange fetishes. Some liked me biting them, some wanted me to call them by pet names the whole time and a few even wanted me to drink their blood as we did it. Thankfully, I never did the latter, but I tried to oblige all of their fantasies. The doctor, however, was definitely up there on my list of oddballs, especially after what happened when I invited him to join. I could see it in his eyes that he was having the mental war of a lifetime, arguing to either rut me silly or to maintain his professionalism. His hesitation only fueled my lust, since I liked the shy ones. They always were so cute as they desperately tried not toend it too early.

"Doc," I moaned as Glimmer gasped. "Don't make me wait."

I looked back to see him gulp hard, his eyes twitching as I left nothing to imagination. His hooves shook pretty hard as he took his first step, his morals starting to fail. I knew I had him at that point, but I still had to be cautious. One slip of the tongue or a misplaced gasp and he would run from me like I was the plague. I turned back to Glimmer and planted a soft kiss on her forehead, allowing the doctor his privacy. I kissed her again, this time on the bridge of her nose and she sighed before gasping sharply. I glanced up to see Plush working her magic on Glimmer's body, feeling a cold shiver run down my spine as I remembered her doing the same to me. Forcing myself to look back at Glimmer, I smiled to her as she stared up at me with her gorgeous eyes.

"Thank you. For everything," I whispered as I closed my eyes and, for the first time since we had met, kissed her. The instant they met, Glimmer squealed into my mouth and I felt her body shake. I kept my lips on hers and parted them just enough to allow my fangs and tongue to meet hers, her lipstick tasting like fresh strawberries. The intoxicating taste drowned out my thoughts until her own tongue met mine, making me gasp this time. I opened my eyes, expecting her to be like I was; eyes closed and pretending that some hunky stallion was standing over her. To my surprise, her eyes were wide open and staring at me. I removed my lips and she panted slightly, seemingly out of breath.

"Don't stop, Viola," she squeaked to me. Her hoof raised up and touched my cheek, sending shivers down my spine. "Please."

I stared at her, my expression blank as she silently pleaded at me with her wide eyes. Fleeting thoughts raced around my head, each one just as strange as the last. Glimmer was my best friend and the only pony I ever felt I could truly trust, yet I expected her to never agree to this. She had never seemed interested in mares nor expressed any curiosity in them, but she didn't look uncomfortable with the two of us kissing her, me on her lips and Plush on the spot right below her belly. Plus, it was her idea to try this again with Plush to, in Glimmer's words, make amends.

Time didn't allow me the luxury of thinking too much further on the subject, however, as a set of hooves came down on my back. I gasped as they did, totally forgetting there was a needy and shy stallion in the room, and I felt the weight lessen. Immediately, sirens went off in my head. I had startled the doctor and needed to stop him from leaving before it was too late. Thinking fast, I shoved my lips back onto Glimmer's and pushed my rump backwards, colliding with his rear legs. I could feel him twitch as I did so and I did my best seductive moan into Glimmer's mouth as she did the same to me, her tongue coming out to play. The doctor stopped his retreat and kept his hooves on my back, leaving me to wait and see if my gambit would work.

"This is wrong," he mumbled. "I-I shouldn't be doing this."

Breaking my kiss, fear filled my chest as I turned to him, retaining my best seductive smile. His senses were catching up to him which, unless stopped, would bring this crashing down on top of me. All he had to do was think of why this was a bad idea and I would never get my foal. Flicking my tail, I wrapped it around his leg and slowly gyrated my rump against him. He twitched again and I risked trying to talk him into it again. "Don't you tease me and not deliver," I said. "That's just not fair."

I admit, using guilt as a tactic was not one of my best moments, but I was desperate at this point.

"N-no!" he stammered. "This isn't right! I can't have a f-f-foal with you. We're not even dating, much less married!"

"Shhh," I cooed. "We can if you grant me my greatest wish."

"B-b-but, I'm the professional here! This goes against everything I've trained to do!"

"Don't all great geniuses test their experiments on themselves?" I asked, hoping to catch him in his own logic. Behind me, I could hear Plush making some very kinky slurping sounds, which was instantly tainted when that night popped back into my head.

"T-those are different!" he shouted.

"You need to test if I can get pregnant and I want a smart and handsome stallion to give me my foal. Besides," I said, leaning closer to him. "How else can I say thank you for all you've done for me?"

His arguments cut off as I stared into his platinum eyes, his jaw moving up and down as he tried to think. Inside, I was on the verge of cheering. I had almost successfully talked a reluctant sire back from the edge. There was just a few more steps he and I needed to take before he would be rutting me silly. Leaning in further, I kept staring at him with my best seductive look and he began to lean in closer. I decided to take a page out of Glimmer's book as my expression went from sexy to sad. "Please don't make me wait again," I whispered. "I spent seven years trying to have a foal and I believe this will work."

His pupils shrunk and I could see the reluctance melt like sugar in the rain. He pressed his forehead to mine. "If I do this," he whispered back, "I want you and the foal to come live with me."

I smiled and let him lean in to kiss me. It was as if some fire had lit inside him since he was much more forceful than I was expecting. I had to admit, though, I rather liked it. "Deal," I said as I returned to Glimmer, whose eyes were shining. I leaned in with the sexiest grin I could muster and kissed her once more, feeling the doctor position himself behind me. Everything became a blur once he started to move, but he was one of the best I had ever felt.

Eventually, we all began to switch positions, but the doctor stayed rooted in me. His constant motions made time seem to melt away and every time he stopped to breathe or come down from his high, I ached for more. Glimmer and Plush were all too happy to join us, making comments about how good it must feel and interacting with us in their own ways. Glimmer preferred to be more around my lips, staring into my eyes while the doctor worked, making me feel way too excited for this. Plush seemed to be more interested where me and him were joined, her tongue dancing about like a fleet-footed breezie. I admit, though I was not one for having other mares around while I worked with a stallion, there was something to having my best friend and my first with us.

Pretty soon, the doctor was gasping for air as he held onto my flank, clearly fighting off the urge to let loose. I felt myself on the verge as well, my legs weak from all the pleasure. My tail was wrapped around his leg, squeezing it with what little strength I had left. Plush lay in front of me, biting on her one hoof as the other worked on her special area while Glimmer stood near the doctor, whispering encouragement to him as her hoof ran along my spine.

"Oh, doesn't she look so cute like this?" she murmured, just loud enough for all of us to hear. "Don't you just love the way she moans when you push a little more?"

As if to test her words, the doctor shoved a little harder into me and I gave out a loud moan, egging him on. Plush moved her hoof a little faster and Glimmer gasped at that.

"Wow. I've never heard another stallion make her moan like that," she cooed.

"Gah, I... I can't..." the doctor said, his leg starting to twitch in my tail. He moved even faster and I gasped as I felt a tendril begin to brush right where my button was. I glanced back to see Glimmer smiling at me with the look she gave the patrons at the bar. From under her messy blonde mane, I could see her horn glowing.

"Don't worry. Tell me the spell and when to cast it," she said, turning to him.

I looked back forward at Plush who, to my surprise, was watching me with watery eyes. She had no idea what was going on, but even I could see the jealousy in her look. When we had spent our night together, I had stayed silent for most of it, acting like a plank of wood for the most part. A twinge shot through my chest as another wave of pleasure rolled over me.

"P-Plush," I moaned.

As if to answer me, she leaned forward and placed her hooves on the tile, staring into my eyes. Tears were already making their way down her cheeks. "Y-Yes, Viola?"

I moaned even louder as the doctor started to grunt, my peak approaching rapidly. Still, I managed not to break eye contact with her and forced myself up to a partial standing position. "Come here," I whispered.

Plush scooted up to me and planted one of the best kisses I had ever received on my lips. Spurred on by her actions, I pushed with my head and toppled her backwards. She lay flat on her back, stunned by what I did, and I gulped hard as I looked down. She was exactly as I remembered her and, without thinking, I dove in. Plush shrieked as my tongue met her, but her hoof instantly came down and pressed my mouth closer. My tongue moved around, licking every place I could and I felt her twitch multiple times.

"B-B-Buck!" the doctor shouted as he pushed all the way in, poking at a spot few stallions ever made it to. The force alone drove me deeper into Plush and she screamed, splashing all over my mouth.

Within an instant, a lot of things happened at once. I felt Glimmer's magic course through me, making every part of my body tingle. A heartbeat later, I felt the doctor start to unload into me and Plush's taste hit my tongue. With all the my senses going at once, Glimmer decided right then to flick her tendril over my button. While the doctor and Plush were loud, I screamed at the top of my lungs into Plush. My body went rigid as I clamped down on the doctor while Plush shook from my voice. The sheer amount of pleasure I was in made my mind go blank and my legs give out.

The high never seemed to end as I kept screaming, clamping my eyes shut. My tongue would occasionally brush up against Plush, who shook even harder, and I eventually felt something dripping down my rear legs. I kept my tail wrapped around the doctor's leg, squeezing it like a vice. He wrapped his hooves around my belly and hugged me closer as he kept grunting, burying his face into my back. Needing to breathe, I pulled my head back and looked up at the ceiling while his snout dig into my shoulders.

My scream lessened into an extremely loud moan as the pleasure began to wane. My mind began to feel more than just the overwhelming ecstasy and soon my mind begin to slip. Fatigue washed over me and my vision went black, but I felt something different just before I passed out. Even with the doctor still in me, I felt something move farther in, as if it had finally been released.

Ataraxia: a state of freedom from emotional disturbance and anxiety; tranquility

"Mommy, mommy!" came a little voice. I turned around from the pages before me and searched the room before I saw my daughter come running up to me, a broad smile on her face.

"What is it, sweetie?" I asked, her infectious smile getting to me.

"Look at what Daddy got me!" she squealed, turning to show me a set of saddlebags. They were black with the flaps only visible due to the bright five-pointed star shining on them.

"Oh wow!" I said. "New saddlebags for school?"

"Uh huh!" she replied. "And they got my cutie mark on them!"

"Oh my. Did you give Daddy a big hug for that?"

"Uh huh!"

"Well, go give him another one. He really loves you if he did that."

Without another word, the little filly went tearing off back across the room, her little bat wings fluttering. I chuckled at that before turning back to my pages, reviewing what I had wrote. It was brief, but it made its point.

Dear Mom and Dad,

I'm sorry it's been so long since I have seen you. How are you doing?

I know mere words won't fix what happened between us, but I want to at least try to make amends. I've spent the last thirteen years living in the city, trying to have a foal like I always wanted. After about seven years of failed attempts, I think you may want to see the fruits of my labor. The picture attached is of my baby girl and your granddaughter, Silver Star. She is a spunky little thing and has her father's eyes. I'm also married, just so you know.

I really miss you both. Days go by where all I can do is think about what I did to you and how much of a monster I am, but I hope to see you both again one day. I try to do what you did to me and be a good parent, mom, but it really hurts to know you're not here to see little Star and help me raise her. Same to you, dad.

Please write me back.

Love,

Violet Heart

I peered over it again, dread building up in my chest as I placed it into the envelope next to the quill on the table. The picture was already in there, but I wanted to make sure neither the letter or the photo got bent. Handling it like a precious artifact, I licked the seal and pressed it closed. Tomorrow, it would make its way to what I assumed was the psuedo-address of the colony and I heaved a deep breath.

"Still nervous?" came a deep voice. Glancing back, I saw a familiar mass of platinum mane and a smile.

"Yeah, wouldn't you be writing a letter to your parents if you hadn't seen them for years?" I asked, placing a kiss on his smile.

"Are you kidding? I thought my father would decapitate me after I told him I was marrying you and that you were pregnant."

"For Star's sake, I'm glad he didn't."

We both laughed as he placed his head on the crook of my neck, looking down at the letter. Past that sat a couple large stacks of papers covered in text and red ink.

"The editor giving you a workout?" he asked.

"I don't think I've ever had a pony be this rough to me," I said with a sigh.

"It's all part of writing a masterpiece, sweetheart."

"Yeah, so I can be some famous writer while you wait for the test results of your pregnancy procedure to come back."

"Hey, if the medical board accepts the procedure, it will be presented before the princesses before becoming an approved medical practice."

I sighed heavily at that. "I don't think having an orgy for one infertile mare to have a foal will get very far past them."

"Oh ha ha ha. How about a deranged and suicidal mare who never had a stable relationship writing critically acclaimed romance novels?"

"Sorry, but I'm acting under my doctor's orders. He said writing would help deal with my mental problems, so it's too bad if I become famous for following his advice."

He laughed at that, nuzzling me more. "Still got that sass, huh?"

"Don't act like it doesn't turn you on."

I glanced over to him and smiled as I batted my eyes. His grin was all I needed to see.

"You'd better be ready once Star is asleep," he said.

"Don't worry. I can always have your other two favorite mares come by to aid us," I replied with a smirk.

"Ah yes. How are they doing?"

"Okay, as far as I can tell. They've been living together for a few months now, so I think it's official."

"Well, we should have them over some time. You always do talk about having a sibling for Star."

I laughed as I reached over to the drawer underneath the table surface. Inside, a gleaming gold tube rolled to my hoof and I pulled it out, twisting it slightly to reveal the deep red lipstick inside. I puckered as I applied it and once I was satisfied, I leaned back and placed a long and seductive kiss on his neck. It didn't show up to well against his scarlet coat, but that was a good thing when we were around Star.

That's how I always ended our conversations, signed my books or said goodbye.

I always left them with a kiss.