No Way Out

by Draconian Soul

Rating: mature
Tags: Cutie Mark Crusaders, Other, Sex, Sad, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Dark
Length: 7782

After failing to receive their cutie marks, the Crusaders find themselves at the end of their ropes. So they began doing "personal business" with older stallions. How long will it take for their actions to affect others than just them.

Failing to receive their cutie marks after many attempts, the Cutie Mark Crusaders find themselves at the end of their ropes. Sadly, the only thing they're good at is being appealing to the eyes of older horses. So they do the only thing that they feel will make them matter to others. They begin their own "personal business" and start selling themselves.

They don't enjoy it. They take no pleasure of it. It's simply a means to an end. However, they soon learn that their actions don't just affect them; it effects everyone they know and love.

Disclaimer: This story will deal with very dark and serious issues such as child prostitution. If this is disturbing to you, please don't read this story.

TittySparkles jumped on board to help make this even better. You... have... been... warned

Pre-Readers: Mr101, Skeeter the Lurker

Editor: Benny

Published 2013-11-19 05:40:01 UTC
Last updated 2013-11-19 05:40:01 UTC

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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.

No Way Out

Apple Bloom slowly walked through Sweet Apple Acres. The wind blew strongly, tossing leaves in her face. Her home was visible on the horizon, lights on anticipating her arrival. As she trotted towards the estate, the conversation her and Sweetie Belle had lingered in her mind. She could remember everything, emotions still burning fresh in her mind.

I don’t like leaving her with him, Sweetie Belle had said, wiping her then dried face.

I don’t either, Sweetie. Apple Bloom responded. But if we stayed there much longer, not only would Mr. Rich tell on us, but our family might get worried. It wouldn’t be good if we were caught doing what we were doing.

Sweetie Belle looked down towards the ground.

What’s the matter, Sweetie? I feel sorry for Scootaloo too, but she wouldn’t want us to…

That’s not the problem, Apple Bloom! Sweetie Belle shouted, causing Apple Bloom to jolt. It’s what we’re doing that bothers me!

Apple Bloom stopped in the middle of the marketplace, sighing loudly. Sweetie…

I don’t want anymore excuses for this, Apple Bloom! You don’t like doing this. Scootaloo doesn’t like doing it. I know for a fact that I don’t like doing it!

Apple Bloom trembled. Everytime the conversation came up, she could barely contain herself.

Rarity always told me that I should never let anypony treat me like anything less than beautiful. That I should never let another touch me in that spot. I’m scared; a wonderful, beautiful young filly! Sweetie Belle choked up. She had thought that her tears had finally dried up, but the new stream proved her theory wrong.

Ever since we started doing this, ever since we gave up on doing innocent adventures just because everything we tried failed, I’ve been feeling less like that beautiful filly. Every stallion I’ve ever gotten always made me feel uncomfortable. Every one!

Apple Bloom’s lips quivered. It hurt her to see her friend in so much pain. Sweetie…

They are rough, they hit me on my bottom, and recently, they spray their nasty, sticky stuff all over me! I have to explain to my parents every time that happens that I was playing extra hard! So I have to ask this again, why do we keep doing this?

Apple Bloom opened her mouth, but words seemed to fail her. All she could do was continue down the path, leading Sweetie Belle home.

I’m tired of avoiding this question, Apple Bloom. Sweetie Belle’s voice was shaky and soft, pain fueling her speech. Why are we still doing this? It’s been months now, and we still don’t have our cutie marks. Why haven’t we moved on?

Apple Bloom turned her head to Sweetie Belle, still trotting towards Sweetie’s house. You see how long those other prostitutes do this before they quit. Maybe it just takes a long time for our cutie marks to show up. Besides, we’re actually being useful for once and not hurting anyone.

I suppose.

Apple Bloom wrapped her hooves around Sweetie Belle, pulling her in for a hug. I know this isn’t fun, but all we have to do is keep this up until we either get our cutie marks doing this or make enough to find a professional that could help us get our cutie marks!

So, somepony who is an expert at getting those?

Apple Bloom nodded, forcing a soft smile to form on her face. Sweetie Belle’s spirits were lifted ever so slightly, looking hopeful once again.

Well, I guess that could help, but what about our parents and sisters? If they find out about the money—

I don’t think anypony goes towards that old abandoned house except for us and our customers. We could just hide the bits under the floorboard like always and they’ll never know.

Sweetie Belle nodded. But we’re coming home later and later. They’re bound to catch on to that.

Apple Bloom put a hoof to her chin. I have been thinking about that a lot recently. The whole ‘we’ve been playing’ isn’t going to work for too much longer. Let’s just hope that it can last us long enough for us to think of something else.

Yeah.

The rest of the walk was painfully silent. The two didn’t share another word, and the wind’s whistling being the only thing keeping the walk from being completely devoid of sound. Bypassing everypony on the streets, the fillies made it to Sweetie Belle’s home. Sweetie Belle walked ahead of Apple Bloom, faintly smiling at her.

I believe I can walk home from here, Sweetie Belle said, giggling softly. I mean, it is right there.

Yeah, I suppose it is. Apple Bloom shared a giggle with Sweetie Belle, relieved that the air had finally lightened up. Let’s try laughing more often. We haven’t done that that much since we’ve started… you know.

Sweetie Belle nodded, waving. Apple Bloom watched as Sweetie walked into her house, and was greeted by her parents. She decided it would be best for her to go home before her family got suspicious.

And there she was, inching her way towards Sweet Apple Acres estate. Big Macintosh was just locking up the animal barn, holding the lantern in his mouth. Apple Bloom had gotten home later than she would have liked, and not wanting to keep the family waiting any longer, she dashed down the hill, running directly towards the house.

Big Macintosh turned his head, noticing Apple Bloom running towards him. A small smile formed on his face as she wrapped her hooves around his neck.

“Hiya!” Apple Bloom said.

“Howdy, Bloom.” Big Macintosh patted her head, smiling softly at her. “You’re kinda late tonight.”

“Yeah.” Apple Bloom giggled, allowing Big Macintosh to mess up her mane. It was as if things were completely normal. “Me and my friends got caught up in a few things, trying to get our cutie marks and all. You know how it is.”

“Eeyup.”

Big Macintosh opened the door, leading Apple Bloom inside. She walked in the hallway, peeking her head in every room to see where everypony was. The kitchen was empty, plates piled up in the sink. She was sure she was going to be responsible for cleaning them later. When she peered into the living room, she noticed that Granny Smith was sitting in her chair, snoring and rocking in it.

“If you’re wondering where your uncle and sis are, they’re upstairs in my room,” Big Macintosh said.

“Uncle?”

“Uncle Half Baked Apple came here earlier today while you were running off with your friends. You should go say hi to him.” Big Macintosh yawned and stretched his front hooves. “I’m gonna hit the hay now.” Big Macintosh walked into the living roo . He flopped on top of the sheets he laid out for himself, causing a slight thud to echo through the living room. Granny Smith was unphased, continuing to sleep and rock.

Apple Bloom walked towards the stair rail, trotting to the top floor. As she made her way up, audible chuckles and light conversations could be heard. One was distinctly Applejack, though the other voice was more foreign to her.

She walked towards Big Macintosh’s room and peeked in the door. Applejack and her red maned uncle were sitting on the bed, laughing.

“Get out of here!” Applejack pushed his blue coat, forcing him to lay on the bed.

“It’s true, though! Belly was so big, she couldn’t move an inch. Hog got a little greedy and it cost her. Same’s gonna happen to you if you don’t lay off the fritters, young missy.”

“I’ll remember that,” Applejack chuckled. Half Baked Apple smiled warmly at her, not noticing the little hoofsteps creeping up on the two. Apple Bloom propped her hooves on the bed, finally being noticed by her uncle.

“Well, howdy there Little Missy,” Half Baked Apple said, leaning down towards Apple Bloom. “And where have you been?”

Apple Bloom shifted her eyes. Every night she had to do the most painful thing she could think of to her family, and that was lie to them. “I was out playing with my friends.”

“Ah.”

“Yeah!” Apple Bloom feigned an energetic smile, and pulling it off quite convincingly. “We’re trying to get our cutie marks.”

Half Baked Apple patted Apple Bloom’s head, causing her to stick her tongue out slightly in delight.

“Well, you’ve been coming home later and later recently, Bloom, and I don’t appreciate that,” Applejack said sternly. “I keep tellin’ ya, that if you come home late, don’t walk at sundown! Who knows what kinda folks are out there this time of night!”

Apple Bloom was well aware of who was out at that time of night, but she kept her composure, widening her eyes to look innocent. “Sorry, Sis.”

“Ah, don’t be so hard on her, Applejack,” Half Baked Apple said. “Little one is growing up, after all. I remember when she was about the size of a little piglet, but now she’s a nice, young filly. She’s going to be a little adventurous at her age.”

“But—”

“I remember a young girl that always roamed around our backyard in the middle of the night, as well as sneaking snacks out of the oven, but good ol’ uncle Half Baked didn’t say anything, did he, Applejack?”

Applejack’s face went red, turning away from the laughing Half Baked Apple with her arms folded. “Fine. Just don’t stay out so late next time.”

Apple Bloom couldn’t help but giggle. “Yes, Applejack. I’ll come home earlier next time.” She looked up at her uncle with wide eyes. “Why are you here, Uncle Half Baked? Are you here to visit?”

His smile faded, a slight frown forming in its place. Half Baked Apple put his hooves on the top of Apple Bloom’s head, rubbing it softly. “Well, somethin’ like that. Though, I’d rather not talk about it right now.”

Apple Bloom didn’t quite understand what the problem was, but she didn’t press it. She, out of all ponies in the family, knew how important letting a question go was.

“Okay then.”

Half Baked Apple softly smiled, lifting his hoof from on top of her head. “Tell ya what, I’ll tell you sometime tomorrow afternoon. Meanwhile, we could also hang out and get to know each other better. Haven’t seen my little niece in a while, so I want to catch up, okay?”

“Okay!” Apple Bloom smiled at him and nodded her head.

“Good.” Half Baked Apple stretched out, leaning against Applejack and yawning. “Well, I’m beat! I think I’m gonna get some sleep.”

“Yeah, me too.” Apple Bloom yawned, squeaking. “Good night, Uncle Half Baked.”

“Night, youngin’. Same to you, Applejack. Can’t go to sleep with you watchin’ me.”

“I know that, silly!” Applejack chuckled and lept off the bed. “Have a good night, Unc.”

Half Baked Apple smiled and waved at the two. After exchanging their goodnights, Applejack closed the door, glaring daggers at Apple Bloom, who stared up at her nervously.

“We’re not done talkin’ about this, A.B. From now on, you are to be back here by sunset. If you aren’t, I’m gonna ground you for a month. Do you understand me?”

Apple Bloom nodded. “Yes, Applejack. I’ll make sure I come back earlier next time.”

Applejack looked at her sternly. “You better.” With that, Applejack walked to her room, muttering to herself. Apple Bloom was certain that her sister was talking about her. She turned to her room, head hung low and sighing heavily.

“Yeah, I don’t blame you for worrying, Big Sis.” She flopped on her bed, looking out the window. The moon lit the dim room, forcing Apple Bloom to think about her beloved friend.

“Scootaloo, I hope you’re doing okay.”

***

“Well? Are you just going to stare at those bits and pout?” Filthy asked Scootaloo, getting rather annoyed that she wasn’t making any movements other than simple sniffles.

Scootaloo said nothing before she sucked back a few tears and wiped her eyes. Once her vision was clear, she looked up at Filthy and flared her wings while frowning at him.

“Fine!” she snapped as she grabbed the bag of bits with her teeth and turned around. “You probably won’t last long anyway.”

“I wouldn’t be too sure of that statement, young lady. I maybe old, but I did learn a few things, you know,” Filthy chuckled and made sure the door was closed before following her in. Once he was sure the door was closed tight, he turned back around and frowned at the décor of the place.

“My, my. What a filthy place you operate from,” he said quietly as his eyes studied his surroundings.

“Big deal, if ponies wanted to do those things to us in a nicer place, then maybe they should pay us more,” Scootaloo replied as she rested the bag of bits on the pillow she was resting on earlier. “How much did you give me? I swear if I end up being short charged…”

“What? You don’t think I would pay a generous amount for your services?” Filthy rebutted, sounding very sarcastic with his words. “Be grateful I’m actually paying you. Remember I can easily let it slip that you’re doing illegal stuff.”

Scootaloo grimaced and knew very well he had a point.

“Still, just because you have a big mouth doesn’t mean you can rip me off,” Scootaloo said as she opened the bag and poured the bits onto the pillow.

“Hmph, you have a rather big mouth yourself, child,” Filthy replied as his tone went lower and knew she was indeed going to be trouble. “I suggest you lose your attitude, or I may get a bit violent.”

Though a bit taken back by his comment, Scootaloo stayed focused on the bits and counted them all.

“You get violent, and I’ll bite your junk off,” she scoffed at him. She noticed he only gave her 29 bits but didn’t dare bring it up.

“You try that and see where it gets you, child,” Filthy replied calmly as he undid his tie and took off his suit before folding it up and placing it on a side table. “Now, where’s the bedroom?”

“For the record, Sweetie had just finished up in the bed so it’s gonna be wet. Last thing I want to hear you whine about is standing in some stallion’s sticky stuff,” Scootaloo told him as she trotted to a couch and tossed herself on top of it.

“Fine, I’ll settle for that couch then,” he said as he trotted to it and sat down beside her. “Now, since we haven’t met under these conditions before, how good are you?”

Scootaloo turned away and thought for a minute before she started to remember a few times where a few stallions complimented her on her work. Most of the time she was asked to suck a stallion’s shaft or use her tongue to please a mare. When it came to her using her hooves or bending over to get rutted, she never really enjoyed it.

“Ponies say I’m good with my mouth. Considering most of them like me for that, I say it’s my strong suit, unfortunately,” Scootaloo said to him while she cringed at the thought.

“Figured a loud mouth like you would have a talent for dick sucking, but since you made that biting comment, I’ll settle for rutting you,” Filthy replied, being a bit cautious and knowing very well she would bite him if she wasn’t trained a bit beforehand.

“W-well you better not plan on rutting me dry!” Scootaloo stammered out as she grabbed her tail and hide her privates.

“Don’t worry, I won’t. I’d rather not stick my penis into sand paper either,” he said as he wetted his lips. “Bend over for me, and I’ll get you wet enough.”

“Ew, no. I don’t want you licking my rear,” Scootaloo said to him, really not looking forward to being touched by him. “Look can’t I just suck you off and go home? It’s late enough.”

“You really don’t have a choice, child. You’re my whore and my property until you get me off. Now, bend over and lift your tail for me,” Filthy said as his voice started to grow more annoyed and angry with the delays.

“W-well it’s my body, buddy. Besides you short charged me a bit so I shoul—”

Scootaloo’s words were cut off by the feeling of a hoof slapping across her face. Other than the echoes of Filthy’s hoof clashing against her face, the room fell silent, save for the sounds of painful sniffles.

“Why did you hit me, you jerk!?” Scootaloo screamed as she nursed her sore cheek.

“Because you’re seriously starting to fucking annoy me,” Filthy cursed as he rubbed his sore hoof with the other. “Unless you want another, I suggest you start obeying me.”

Scootaloo sniffled loudly a few more times but never took her eyes off the stallion. Though his voice sounded angry, the same calm look stayed on his face, and it started to really unnerve her. If he hit her and wasn’t to the point of being very mad, then she wondered how he would react if he was absolutely livid. Not wanting to find out, she reluctantly obeyed and turned her body for the arm of the couch.

“Fine! J-Just don’t hit me again,” she pouted, still feeling the burning sensation on her face.

“Then don’t provoke me. Though I am purchasing your services, it is wise for you to stay obedient and not speak unless spoken to,” Filthy told her as he watched her rest her upper body on the arm before raising her tail up for him. “Depending on how you act,I can make this exchange either horrible or very enjoyable for you.”

“Hard to enjoy myself when a stallion whose name starts with Filthy is planning to lick my privates,” Scootaloo said quietly, trying to hide her words from his ears. Sadly she didn’t succeed, and she was greeted with a hoof to the back of her head.

“What was that for!?” Scootaloo cried, and she curled up to try to ease away the pain.

“Like I said, depending on how you act, I can make this exchange horrible. Now shut up, bend over, and stare at that cracked picture on the wall,” Filthy said back to her, his voice starting to get angrier.

Not wanting to get hit a third time, Scootaloo quickly put her body back in its original position and stared at the dusty landscape painting. Though she was upset and hurt, she kept her vision forward, not wanting to show any weakness to Filthy. Happy to see that her mouth was closed, Filthy wetted his lips again and wrapped a hoof around her tail. He gave it a hard tug, making sure it would stay up. Scootaloo winced but didn’t speak to him, knowing very well she would get hit if she did. All she could do was let her lips tremble as he moved his muzzle closer and breathed heavily against her dry folds.

“Tell me, child. Do you clean yourself very thoroughly after a stallion is done with you?” Filthy asked her, hesitant to touch another stallion’s leftover seed with his tongue.

“Last customer wasn’t a stallion,” Scootaloo replied as she swished her tail in remembrance of the odd mare. “It was a mare, so I’m as clean as can be.”

“A mare you say?” A glint of intrigue shone in Filthy’s eyes, and he would no doubt remember that bit of information. “Well unlike her, I plan to leave you a sticky mess.”

“Whatever, just… hurry up. My parents are going to be worried about me.”

“If you say so,” Filthy replied as he moved his face closer and let his hot breath beat across her buttock.

Scootaloo remained quiet but shuddered as Filthy brought out his tongue and pressed it to the side of her slit, before brushing it up briefly. Though she was cleaner than most whores he dealt with, Filthy pulled himself back a bit, disgusted that he could taste some other pony on her. He ignored it for the most part and quickly moved back in as he noticed her trying to look over her shoulder.

“I said look forward,” he told her as he swirled a glob of spit in his mouth.

Scootaloo listened and looked forward just as she heard a faint ‘pfft’ along with the feeling of something wet hitting her privates.

“I’ll just use my hoof,” Filthy said quietly as he brought up his dirty hoof and pressed it rather hard against her vulva. “You’re not clean enough for my standards.”

Scootaloo gritted her teeth but didn’t say anything back to him in fear she would get punched for it. Instead, she just focused her thoughts and felt a hot blush start to show on her face. With the motion of his hoof rubbing against her, Scootaloo’s legs quivered uncomfortably and slowly started to close.

“You’re starting to annoy me more and more, child,” Filthy said with a deep sigh as he moved his hoof down and shoved one of her legs more apart.

“Ow! Not so hard!” she cried as a sharp pain lingered in her leg.

“Then keep them spread. I swear, if you don’t start acting more professional, I’ll start subtracting bits from this visit.”

Scootaloo’s mouth opened up, but she quickly stopped the words from leaving. He wasn’t afraid to abuse his power with her, and she had no power to even begin with.

“Well, that’s the best answer I’ve heard all night,” Filthy said as he directed another glob of spit at her pussy. “Seems little ruffians like you can learn something after all.

“You’re wet enough for me now, but I suggest you relax more, or this will hurt,” Filthy said as he spent a few long seconds tending to her, making sure she was ready for the act of penetration.

Scootaloo’s body did the opposite and she felt her heart rate start to quicken as she felt his larger body start to move and hover over her. She felt so small under him, and her little wings clung tightly to her sides as she waited for him to make a move. Occasionally, she felt the wet and hard erection of a stallion poke at her legs and butt, signaling he was ready to go. Filthy fidgeted his body a bit, making sure he lined himself up and that the tip of it rested snugly against her vagina.

“If I may ask…”

Scootaloo’s ears perked up at the sound of his voice.

“How old are you exactly?”

“I’m… 12. I’m also the oldest of the group,” Scootaloo stammered out as she felt the tip start to push in.

“Well, that’s a rather big surprise,” Filthy said, a bit hesitant to stick it in her. “But it is a new personal record for the youngest whore I’ve fucked.”

Filthy rocked his body forward, penetrating Scootaloo.

***

Sweetie Belle tossed and turned in her bed, cringing and breaking into a cold sweat. Her bedroom door began to creek open, showing a stallion at the door.

“Sweetie Belle, am I correct?” he asked.

Sweetie Belle turned away from him, hesitant to say anything.

“Hey! I asked you a question!” The stallion sounded irritable, making Sweetie Belle tear up. “Are you the filthy slut named Sweetie Belle?”

“Y-Yes,” Sweetie Belle said shakily. Tears were starting to well in her eyes, something that the stallion took notice of.

“What’s the matter, Sweetie? Why would a pretty little face like yours be sad? You have stallions coming to pay for you. You’re the most popular fuck toy in that place! You should be proud!”

Her covers became damp. The stallion cared not for her frustration and sadness; he only had his animalistic desires. His hoofsteps were very audible, creaking through the floorboard and closer to her.

“Your parents should keep an eye on pretty, little girls like you,” he said maliciously, “otherwise big, bad stallions like me get to do whatever they want.”

The closer he got, the faster Sweetie’s heart raced. Once in range, he leaned down onto the filly, sniffing her body. Sweetie Belle shuttered as the stallion’s warm breath came in contact with her.

“Always smelling fresh, even after everything you let get inside of you. No wonder you’re everypony’s’ favorite.”

He got into the bed with her, throwing the covers over him. He began stroking the distraught Sweetie’s coat, causing her to cry even harder. She couldn’t see his face, nor did she wish to. However, even without the knowledge of the sexual predator, she knew enough about her clients to understand them.

Even through her sadness, she knew he didn’t care. The stallion was getting aroused by just the thought of filling her, evident by the warmth poking against her.

“So, mind repeating me the rates?” The stallion chuckled, stroking Sweetie’s body with his hooves.

“F-Five bits to tug, ten to suck, and—” Sweetie Belle choked on her words. She swallowed and finished explaining her rates. “And fifteen bits to put it inside me.”

“I think you’re missing something, Sweetie.” The stallion pressed his hoof against her sex, rubbing her under the covers. Something that was supposed to be enjoyable only brought her more pain and tears. “Isn’t there something else you can do?”

Sweetie Belle was blinded by her watery eyes. She clenched her teeth, trying to stifle her moans. She didn’t want this stranger to even believe for a second she enjoyed it.

“Don’t be shy. What is the other rate?”

“Tw-Tw-” She stuttered. The stallion was pressing his hoof inside her, rotating his hoof to stretch her out. “Twenty bits to let your sticky stuff on me. And thirty for inside.”

“Wow! A cheap fuck who smells and looks good?” The stallion laughed. “This is my lucky day!”

Sweetie Belle closed her eyes as the stallion wrapped his hooves around her. She felt him tug against her ear, his hot breath polluting her lobe.

“Just so you know, I like to rut rough.”

Before she was even prepared for it, she felt the stallion press against her entrance. Without any warning, he pressed himself deep inside of her, causing Sweetie Belle to gasp.

She leaned up and opened her eyes, noticing that nopony was in her bed. She threw the covers off of her and checked her privates. They appeared untouched, and the door to her bedroom was closed. Though her sheets were soaked, they were a result of her bladder releasing and not the substance she made during her services. She sighed and scooted to the cleaner side of the bed, laying her head back on the pillow.

It was just a dream. No, not a dream, a nightmare. A nightmare that she had to endure in reality. The thought alone caused tears to pour out of her. She threw the covers over her, trying to get some sleep.

But she couldn’t. How could she? The only thing she had waiting for her the next day was the same thing. The same customers, the same experience, the same feeling she felt after every service.

All she could ever feel like was a dirty, young whore.

***

The air was heavy, thick with the scent of stallion musk and cum. The room was quiet save for the painful whimpers coming from the small, cum-soaked filly resting on the couch. Sitting beside her in an upright position was Filthy Rich, casually adjusting his tie as his penis deflated and moved back into his sheathe. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the orange fur of the filly bearing white strands of his semen, and a bit that seeped out of her hole. He could hear her sniffling, clearly very upset with the encounter that just took place. He wasn’t gentle on her, far from it, but she needed to be taught a lesson in respect. Of course, for Filthy, he felt that her lesson wasn’t done yet. He would visit again, select her, train her, nurture her into a proper whore that obeyed her master. He would play master to her maid act, and soon she would be the equivalent of a trained mutt. The thought amused him slightly, considering he had a small kink for leashes.

“Terribly sorry for cumming inside briefly, but considering you wouldn’t stop whining, I feel like I earned that small bonus,” Filthy said to her as he flipped over his tie and managed to get it in the right position at long last. “Not like it matters that you’ll get pregnant anyway.”

Scootaloo sniffled and ignore him but not the words he spoke. She was getting closer to being old enough to get pregnant. She didn’t know when her first heat cycle would greet her, but it was something that constantly told her she was going to have to start wearing protection. With the thought of pregnancy on her mind, Scootaloo reached behind her legs and started to try and scoop out the small amount of seed that was nestled inside of her.

“Can you leave now? I want to clean up and go home,” she pouted at him without actually looking at his face.

“I might as well. It is getting rather late,” Filthy replied casually as he hopped off the couch and stared at the small bag of bits he gave to her prior. “I trust you learned something from this experience tonight, child. A little humility and discipline is something that you need more of. I feel like I should visit you again, make you more obedient.”

Scootaloo let out a loud sniffle as her eyes went wide from his words.

“You’ll lose that childish attitude of yours and learn to be a proper whore like you want to be. But don’t worry, though. Since I’m planning to buy your services, you’ll see an increase in bits should you show that you can learn.”

“Wh-what if I don’t want you to visit me anymore?” Scootaloo pouted, the thought of seeing him again and getting dismantled and shattered by his wickedness made her shake with fear.

“You don’t have a choice in the matter,” Filthy said as he walked towards the front door. “I shall see you tomorrow night, and if you are not here at the same time, you know very well I’ll drop your little secret on the town.”

Scootaloo said nothing to him as she heard the door open and close a few seconds later. With him gone, the small amount of resolve she was holding in place shattered and she started to cry.