No Way Out

The stallion grunted and moaned, pumping himself into the swirly maned filly. He was filled with great warmth and pleasure, pushing his penis into her tight walls. He mounted his hooves to her sides, preventing her from sliding around, yet he would occasionally give her flank a firm smack. Beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, and his disheveled mane danced around wildly, showing he had been doing the hard rutting motion for some time. The stallion looked at her, smiling wickedly at her before he leaned his body forward and breathed heavily into her ear.

“So, you like this, huh?” The stallion taunted the filly, continuously pumping inside her, while his hot breath danced across her head, letting her catch the smell of dinner on his breath. He enjoyed the act and continuously degraded her, spanking her for added insult. The girl underneath just cringed and grunted, wanting the event to be over.

She knew what it took to seal the deal, and usually it wouldn’t take long. The customer, however, took unusually long, and all she could think about is when it would end.

“Don’t worry; I’ll make good work of your pretty little slut pussy.”

He had such vulgar language. There was little to no regard for the receiving end’s comfort or enjoyment. He did what he wanted, as forcefully he wanted, and there was nothing she could do about it. All she could do was close her eyes tightly and hope every thrust she felt would be the last one. Thankfully, his hips rocked harder into her and his breath became more laboured, telling the young filly that he was dangerously close to finishing up.

“Just make sure… ahh, you pull out,” she moaned softly, doing her best to not moan in the first place.

“Not… making any promises, sweetheart!” he groaned, bucking his hips even harder into her.

“Well, if you want to… ahh, put ten more bits into this, then go ahead.”

The stallion growled. “Really? Cause I don’t have any extra bits to spend on a whore.”

“Then don’t do that inside of me then. It’s that simple.”

The stallion sighed, pulling out of the filly and tugging against his penis with his hoof. It hovered over the panting filly, who looked at the tip, expecting the payoff any second. Within moments, the stallion moaned, unloading his warm payload on the little filly. It sickened her every time, but no stallion ever payed extra to go inside, so the mess was common.

“Wow, that was actually really good,” the stallion said as he reached to a small side table and grabbed a flimsy bag of bits. “A lot better than that bitch I used to go home with every night. Still, you’re a pretty expensive whore, so I don’t know how often I plan on coming back.”

He dropped the bag on the messy bed, not even caring that he short changed her a few bits. With a loud groan, he climbed off the mattress, causing the age old springs in it to moan from the shifting weight. After straightening himself up, he walked out of the abandoned house, the filly following him to the door.

“See ya later, Sweet Cheeks.” The stallion waved, trotting off into the distance.

“Goodbye, sir! Thank you for choosing me!” She tried her best to sound happy and enthusiastic as she waved at her customer. Once he was out of sight, her smile immediately melted into a pained frown. She wiped the semen dripping off of her mane, tears forming in her eyes thanks to the pain in her rear. “Please don’t come again.”

prep room, she met up with her two friends, one who was lying on a musty old pillow, panting loudly, and the other staring directly at her from her seat in a chair that was ready to fall apart..

“So, are we done for the day?” she asked, the red-maned filly turned towards her, nodding her head.

“Yeah, we’re done, Sweetie,” Apple Bloom said, lifting herself out of her chair and opening the back door. “We should get ya washed up first. If Rarity was to see ya like this—”

“Yeah, I know.” Sweetie Belle walked out in the backyard, ready to get the mucky, slimey fluid off of her.

“Scootaloo, could ya hook the hose up?” Apple Bloom asked.

Scootaloo leaned up, eyes tired and weary. “Yeah, sure. Just give me a sec.”

Scootaloo sluggishly walked out towards the backyard, plugging the hose in the fitting. Sweetie Belle followed Scootaloo and closed her eyes, prepared for what was to come.

“Sorry, Sweetie.” As the hose turned on, a flowing stream of water soaked Sweetie Belle. She shivered under the blast, water nearly freezing level. Sweetie Belle lowered her head, turned around, and made sure the water hit every key part of her body, washing away the filth. As the water came across her body, Scootaloo inspected her friend. She noticed that Sweetie was rubbing her rear with a look of disdain resting across her face.

“So, another jerk?” Scootaloo asked.

“Yeah. Another jerk.” Sweetie sighed, stuttering from the cold water. “H-he didn’t even try to make things com-comfortable for me! He called me slut, whore, you name it! Why can’t I get a stallion who doesn’t talk to me like I’m trash?”

“Least yours actually talk to you,” Apple Bloom spoke up, still a bit rattled from her own experience. She grabbed a towel and started to trot to the both of them. “The one I had today was creepy and quiet. He even brought a teddy bear and made it watch us from the end of the couch. Even when I whimpered, he would pull on my mane and hush me.”

Both girls looked at Apple Bloom and saw her shivering as the towel hung loosely in her mouth. There was silence between them for a few seconds, the only sound that greeted their ears was the water gushing out of the hose, but wanting to break the tension, one of them finally spoke up.

“H-how was yours tonight, Scootaloo?” Sweetie stammered out as she moved away from the stream of water, satisfied with how clean she was. “Wasn’t yours a mare?”

“Yeah,” Scootaloo replied as she nodded her head. “She wasn’t mean to me, but she kept talking to me like I was her kid and all. She kept calling me her ‘little filly’ and told me to address her as… mom.”

“So, even the mares are just as creepy as the stallions,” Sweetie said, grabbing the towel from Apple Bloom and drying herself off. “But at least we haven’t had anyone rut us and then walk away without paying.”

“Without paying… yet,” Scootaloo cut in, knowing very well that they were bound to end up with someone like that eventually.

“Don’t think like that,” Apple Bloom chimed in, her voice sounding a bit more confident than theirs. “It will get better. I mean the ponies we give service to are always happy, so we must be doing something right. Maybe it’s just a bit longer until we get our marks.”

All three of them turned their eyes to their flanks. Each of them wanted desperately to earn their marks in something… anything at this point. The act of prostitution wasn’t something they tried on a whim. They burned through all of their other cutie mark attempts before the thought even crossed their minds. Failure after failure, their confidence dwindled, eventually leaning towards the route that they were hesitant about.

The three often stayed out late at night, sneaking behind back alleys and watching as mares collected money from their customers. Each night, they would return, noticing that different corners held different mares and sometimes even other colts. Their rates varied.

40 bits.

60 bits.

Some of the services even reached within the hundreds if the mares looked the part. In some way, shape, or form, the ponies the Crusaders quickly learned were called prostitutes all made profit by having others mess around with their privates.

After much consideration, the Cutie Mark Crusaders decided to cut their losses. They weren’t going to earn their cutie marks. They’ve tried everything they could possibly imagine. The only way they would ever contribute anything to others was to do what the others were doing.

Give themselves up to prostitution.

The three fillies sighed, Sweetie Belle shivering from the chilling water.

“We’re never going to get our cutie marks,” Sweetie Belle said, lowering her head, tears forming.

Apple Bloom gasped, covering her mouth. “Sweetie, don’t say that!”

“But it’s true! We’ve been doing this for weeks, and for what?”

Apple Bloom rubbed her neck, frowning. “Well… we’re making ourselves useful. We can at least contribute until we get our cutie marks.”

“Oh, and you consider letting grown ups do those… things to our privates contributing?” Scootaloo shuddered. “I don’t know if I can do this until we get our cutie marks.”

The three stood silently, sighed, and slowly walked back into the building.

“Well, at least we’re done for the night,” Apple Bloom said, trying to lighten the mood. “We can go home, rest, and act like nothing happened.”

“Until tomorrow,” Sweetie Belle replied.

“We’ll just have to deal with it when the time comes. At least for now we finally can stop servicing the grown ups.”

The thought of a nice relaxing night brought a smile to the trio’s face. They trotted towards the door, happy to finally be rid of the drab house.

Their movement, however, was halted by the ringing of the door bell. Curious to who could be visiting them at that, the three cautiously approached the door. Apple Bloom went against the wooden door, coughing and arranging her voice.

“Who is it?” Apple Bloom asked in a purposely raspy voice. “Did you read the sign? We’re closed for the night.”

“I don’t think a whore would pass up a chance to earn some extra bits, especially if he had plenty of them.”

The voice. The raspy, aged tone sounded too familiar.

“Listen, I’m here for an enjoyable experience. You’re here to provide the services. And since you are still here, it’s within my rights to use you how I see fit if I have the profit.”

The girls didn’t have much of a choice. Sighing heavily, they opened the door, greeted with a surprise they rather had not found out. The crusaders gasped, looking wide eyed at the brown, old stallion who glared at them in amusement.

“Well, I heard that we had some young talent working after hours, but never did I expect you three little girls.”

Scootaloo, Apple Bloom, and Sweetie Belle stared in awe, jaws agape. “M-Mr. Filthy!”

Filthy Rich chuckled. “Normally, I would prefer to be called Mr. Rich. However, because of what I’m about to do, I think the former is appropriate enough.”

“B-but why are you here?” Sweetie Belle asked.

Filthy Rich straightened his tie, looking down on the three prostitutes while tossing a small sack of money in the air. “Isn’t it clear? I came here for your services. I expect the best from the cutest, most lovable girls on the market.”

“That’s nuts!” Sweetie Belle flailed her hooves around. “You can’t do that! I mean, you’re Diamond Tiara’s father!”

“Yes, and she would have a field day hearing that her three rivals are selling themselves for profit. Now, wouldn’t that make a good cover page for the school newspaper?”

The fillies fell silent, lowering their heads in defeat.

“Fine.” Scootaloo scoffed and turned her head. “Which one of us?”

Filthy Rich brought his hoof towards his chin to think. “I honestly haven’t given it any thought.” Humming softly, he closed his eyes, thinking of a solution to his problem. “How to choose which one I want. Hmm… How fresh are you girls?”

“Huh?” The fillies looked at Filthy Rich in confusion.

“When was the last time you girls had intercourse with other stallions or mares?”

Sweetie Belle looked up at Filthy Rich with a pained expression. “I just serviced somepony not too long ago. He left a little while before you got here.”

“I had my last customer nearly an hour ago,” Apple Bloom said.

“I see.” Filthy Rich looked towards Scootaloo, who remained silent. “And what about you? When was the last time you were used?”

Scootaloo avoided eye contact with the Filthy. “It was several hours ago before I was touched, and I would like it to stay that way.”

Filthy Rich smirked, pointing towards Scootaloo. “Well, I’m sorry, young lady, but I prefer my whores as fresh and clean as possible, so it looks like you’re my pick.”

“What! No way!” Scootaloo scooted back, eyes wide with fear. “I don’t want to!”

“But you have to.” Filthy Rich twirled the bag of bits, whistling while he did so. “Even though doing this with a filly could slander my name, I have the money to make all the tabloids go all away. You on the other hoof…”

Scootaloo shivered, eyes beginning to water. Apple Bloom and Sweetie Belle cuddled up to her, looking at Filthy Rich with pleading eyes.

“You could choose one of us,” Apple Bloom insisted.

“Yeah! We won’t care what you do with us, honest!” Sweetie Belle crawled up to Filthy Rich. “Just please let Scootaloo go. She doesn’t want to do it!”

“Which makes me want her even more.” Filthy smiled smugly, keeping his glances on Scootaloo, who was trying to avoid his sight with her watery eyes. “You girls are without a doubt obedient, a quality your customers will surely appreciate. However, as a member to your little business, she will do you more harm than good if she is allowed to act the way she is. Consider this her training. She’s lucky I’m paying her as much as I am.”

“But—”

“I don’t want to hear anymore opposition.” Filthy Rich threw the bag in front of Scootaloo. The bits inside collided together, giving off a slight ring. “You girls go home and enjoy your night. I bet you’ve all been wonderful little prostitutes tonight. Your friend here, however, is on overtime. Any further argument, and I can easily report what you girls have been up to.”

“Y-you’re full of it! You can’t make yourself look innocent! You think ponies won’t think that you didn’t try to have your way with us!?” Scootaloo snapped, strongly against being with him.

“You don’t think I can, Scootaloo?” Filthy replied rather calmly as he adjusted his tie. “I have friends at the press, you know. Heck, someone could take a photo of me drunk and disorderly, and I can make it vanish quickly. I’ve done it too, I might add,” Filthy said with a chuckle.

Scootaloo gave the old stallion a cold glare, still contemplating standing her ground against him. Even with her glaring at him, Filthy smiled and knew she wouldn’t defy him. He watched her expression turn from anger and slowly shift into acceptance. and at the corner of his eyes, he could see her friends starting to accept it as well.

“Now, may we be alone?” Filthy asked calmly.

Tired and defeated, Apple Bloom and Sweetie Belle nodded, looking at Scootaloo with saddened eyes.

“Sorry,” was all they could say before walking out of the building, leaving Scootaloo alone with Filthy Rich. Sweetie Belle half closed the door, looking inside of it to see a frustrated and depressed Scootaloo. A warm streak of tears trickled down her face.

“Sweetie Belle, you coming?” Apple Bloom asked.

Sweetie Belle sighed and closed the door. “Yeah, I’m coming.”

The two walked side by side, Apple Bloom walking Sweetie Belle home. Even now their night of relaxation was ruined. For how could they rest knowing one of their friends was being used.