I'll See You In Hell

“For the last time, we are not hiring!” the unicorn told Sunset Shimmer in a near-shout. “Now please, unless you wish to buy something, leave my shop at once!”

Sunset scowled. “Come on! Don’t you need anything? I’ve got vast magical talent! I can recharge your wears, move lots of heavy stuff in a matter of seconds, I could—”

“No means no!” the shop owner iterated sternly. “Now, kindly...” he trailed off for a moment. “Say, aren’t you that student of the Princess?”

“What?” Sunset said, barely hiding her quivering lip under a blanket of mixed rage and fake confusion. This had been the first pony to take note of this! Granted, she never really left the castle beyond trips to distant lands with Celestia, and the occasional public appearance with her up on the balcony that overlooked the city, so she wasn’t the most recognizable of ponies. Still, it had taken her over eight tries in various shops all of the city for somepony to realize who she really was. Nopony had even recognized her on the street! It had finally taken this shop owner to note her true identity, and she was not in the least bit pleased about it.

“Yes, I’ve seen you up the balcony before,” he mused more to himself than to Sunset. “You were up next to Celestia, looking rather vicious...”

“You’re mistaken,” Sunset said in a shaking, entirely unconvincing voice. “You are completely and unequivocally mistaken.”

“I am rarely mistaken,” the shop owner insisted. “And I most certainly am not mistaken right now! I knew there was a reason I didn’t want to hire you, I’ve always had a bad feeling whenever I’ve seen you looking down on everypony like you wanted to crush them under your hooves!”

Sunset opened her mouth, but she was simply so frustrated that she could not form the words to spit at the pony before her. Her horn shot out a few errant sparks of anger, and she turned away from the shop owner, leaving him behind in his shop.

Stepping out onto the busy streets of Canterlot, Sunset heaved a sigh. It was a sigh of great frustration, a sigh of great rage, and a sigh of shallow sorrow. The aforementioned sorrow was not only for her current situation, but also for the situation that she had walked away from. Surely, she still did not want to share the Princess with the filly who was most likely being instructed by her former teacher at this very instant, but she wondered if through some stroke of luck, if she had played her cards different, she would have been able to convince Celestia to leave the filly behind, and have things go back to the way they were. That option was certainly out, unless she went back and begged the Princess to forgive her...

No. Her pride would never let her do that. Heaving another chef’s salad sigh of emotions, she looked up at the darkening clouds that were being pushed around the sky by tiny figures at the edges of the rain-heavy sky formations. It seems as though there was a great storm scheduled for tonight over Canterlot...

“Still no luck, eh?”

Sunset jumped. Looking behind her from which this voice had come, she saw a sleazy-looking stallion resting against a barrel that stood at the mouth of the alleyway between the shop that had just kicked her out, and a weapons store that was going out of business due to the fact that it only supplied bows and arrows, a weapon that was very hard for a pony to use without extensive training (baring unicorns, of course, but even in a city filled wit them, sales were none-too-great.)

“Who the hell are you?” Sunset asked angrily, her heart still racing from the scare the stallion had given her.

The stallion grinned, revealing dirty teeth. “Oh, names aren’t important... but I know your name, Sunset Shimmer, and that makes all the difference...”

“If names aren’t important, then why does knowing mine make all the difference?” Sunset asked.

“You’re exempt,” the stallion said hurriedly. “Anyway, I know you are Sunset Shimmer, a mare who my friends in the royal guard tell me is very good at giving angry, dominating oral sex....”

Fucking loudmouths, Sunset thought to herself. Instead of voicing this, she said, “If you’re going where I think you’re going with this...”

“Oh, I’ll go where you want to go with this,” the stallion said. Some of his greasy, black mane fell to one side of his face, revealing a horn. It lit up, and a bag that jingled with the familiar sound of money levitated up next to him. It opened, and Sunset gawked at the amount of coin inside. She had seen more in the royal vaults, of course, much more; but that had been very long ago, and she had been in poverty since earlier that day, so it was a sight to behold.

“The deal is simple,” the stallion said, a chuckle escaping before he spoke again. “If you’re willing to showcase your ‘talents’ on me, then I’ll make sure you have enough coin to get you through the night.”

“And what if I refuse?” Sunset said, gnashing her teeth.

The stallion did not answer her directly, but instead cast his gaze towards the sky. “Looks like the pegasi have whipped up quite the storm tonight,” he commented, grinning maliciously.

Sunset cursed her situation, then sighed a sigh that was more sorrow, and less anger and frustration. “You better not try anything when I’m doing this, you little...”

The stallion chuckled darkly as she mutter obscenities towards him under her breath. He took himself off of his resting position on the barrel, and leaned his back against the alley wall. He shaft was already out of the sheath, resting like a limp noodle against his stomach. Soon, it began to harden, ready for the sucking from Sunset Shimmer to start.

Sunset leaned down, blanching a bit as she got near to the stallion. It was obvious that this stallion avoided showers like a rabbit avoided wolves, or a concierge avoided hotel visitors with hooks for hands. Still, something in the musk of his pre-cum that was slowly leaking from the tip of his semi-flaccid cock drove her wild.

She put her mouth to the tip of the penis, shuddering with sexual hunger as she felt the warm organ touch her tongue. The stallion smiled in his own pleasure, grinning evilly down at her.

Gradually, she moved down the erection, taking it to the back portion of her tongue, but still leaving it an inch or two before her throat. From here, she bobbed up and down on it slowly, hearing the stallion pant above her.

“You certainly are skilled,” he remarked. “But I’m not seeing any of that zeal that my friends speak of...”

Zeal? I’ll give you zeal, Sunset thought to herself. Moving her front hooves up violently, she grabbed the stallion around his midsection, right under his chest. His cock popped out of her mouth, and the greasy pony barely had time to yelp in surprise as he was thrown into the filth of the alley floor. Sunset promptly dropped onto him, he seductive mare-bits positioned right above his face, and dropped into a deep-throat of his stallion shaft.

“THERE it is!” the stallion exclaimed in triumph. Sunset did not respond, too busy gobbling the cock of the dirty pony to do so. She thrust it in as far as it would go, and then pulled it out until only the tip was held in her lips, and repeated this process over and over, the stallion grinning in ecstasy (although Sunset could not see this).

The stallion was not particularly big, maybe an inch more than Steep Steel had been. However, Sunset was still able to get ample pleasure from sucking him off. Of course, her pride was screaming at her the entire time, but she reasoned that tomorrow when she woke up cocooned in the warm linens in an inn rather than pressed up against the cold body of some unscrupulous alley-dweller, she could plan her revenge at a leisurely pace.

The stallion, hypnotized by the glistening vagina that hung above him, craned his neck up so he could partake in the folds. However, the instant that he tried to snag a bit of poon, a swift flick of Sunset’s tail sent his head falling to the ground. Smirking, he tried this again, only to get the same results. And again. And again.

This guy just does not get the message, does he? she thought to herself, a bit irked. Looking over at the barrel as she took his length again, a devious idea formed inside the devious mind of Sunset Shimmer.

“Ha ha!” the stallion called out triumphantly. “My friends were correct! You are absolutely wonderful at this! I think you should be a regular, what say you? I’ll give you enough money to get through each night, in exchange for one of your brilliant sessions!”

At that moment, something came hurtling through the air at the stallion. He didn’t have any time to react, just to open his mouth in a mix of horror and awe, as the barrel he had been leaning on when he first proposed his idea to Sunset Shimmer came flying over the aforementioned mare, and struck him squarely in the face.

Sunset, who was in the middle of a suck when she had used her magic to propel the barrel over herself and onto the grimy stallion’s face, popped off of his dick and wiped away the trail of saliva that connected the two. She rolled off of him, hopped to her hooves, and sashayed over to him, smiling horribly down at his broken face. His eyes were both shut, most likely swelling; his mouth was contorted in a horrible grimace; and his muzzle was bent oddly inward, and both nostrils displayed thin trickles of blood, much as Steep Steel’s had done when she had landed on his face that morning.

“Sorry,” she said with a smirk. “But I’ll have to decline your offer. Sunset Shimmer’s no whore.”

She walked over to the bag of coins, which lay a few feet away from where the two were fornicating, and levitated it up in front of her. Smiling as she did a quick count of the coin by weighing in in her aura, she suspected that there was enough in here to keep her going for a few months at least.

A pained mixture between a groan and a gurgle came to her attention, and she looked down at the unicorn stallion that lay in the muck at her feet, injured and bleeding in this dank alleyway that lay between a failing weapons shop and an apothecary with a strong-opinionated proprietor. Briefly, she considered ending his life right there, stomping his face in with her strong hooves, but decided against it almost immediately; she wasn’t that sadistic. Yet, anyway.

This time, there were coherent words which came from the stallion’s mouth. Groaning, he whispered through blood and spit, “You’ll pay for this...”

“Gee, like I haven’t heard that one before,” Sunset said with a small laugh, her voice dripping with contempt and sarcasm. “See you around, you greasy pervert.”

With that, Sunset left the alleyway, stepping out back onto the road. There were considerably fewer ponies that populated the streets, as nightfall was nearly upon the city. The sky was darker than usual anyway, and in a few moments, droplets of rain began to sprinkle onto Sunset.

Breaking out into a gallop, Sunset Shimmer hurried along towards the west side of the city, near where the public library of Canterlot was. She had heard there was an inn which had the greatest drinks, and the greatest bar side talk of ancient texts, in addition to housing many demonologists.