Couch

by Neon Czolgosz

Rating: mature
Tags: Dark, Romance
Length: 5477

Flitter needs money. Flitter desperately needs money, lots of money, and needs it now. She turns to some very sleazy ponies for help...

Thunderlane needs bail money, and a good lawyer. Which means Flitter needs bail money, and a good lawyer.

She needs the money before the end of the week. It's a lot of money. More than she can get in a week.

A week in Ponyville at least.

But in Fillydelphia, east of the river, there are some ponies. Ponies with no morals. Ponies with money. Ponies with a ratty couch, and a need for mares like Flitter.

Thunderlane is in luck.

Flitter, not so much…

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2013-10-16 22:10:02 UTC

Scene

“So what’s your name, whore?”

“Sassy Strumpet,” said Flitter.

“Sassy Strumpet? That’s a dumb fuckin’ name, but who cares. What are you here to do today?”

“I’m gonna fuck on camera.”

“And you’re new to the business, right? How many scenes have you done.”

A weak giggle. “This is my first.”

“Your first scene. Wow. So what makes you wanna do porn?”

jackass boyfriend Thunderlane bail money can’t afford a lawyer— “I dunno, I wanted to try something new I guess.” Another nervous giggle, her hoof twitching across her forehead, brushing her fringe from her eyes.

“Cool. Do you like rough sex?”

drunk Thunderlane hate his breath his teeth ramming away like a bull I still love him— “Y-yeah. I like hard sex, mane pulling, that sort of thing.”

“That sort of thing, huh. Do you have a boyfriend.”

Flitter swallows razorblades. “Ye-es.”

“Does he ever fuck your throat?”

once “Sometimes, like, when it’s his birthday, haha...”

“Has he ever fucked you in the ass?”

“No.”

“Why not?”

She shifts on the ratty couch, the stuffing turning to gravel underneath her. “I dunno, it never really came up I guess.”

“He ever ask for it?”

“No,” she lied.

“But you’re trying it today?”

“Yep!” A peppy note in her voice. Peppy was good. She could get through this with peppy, get her money, and make everything better again.

“Good. You excited?”

“Uh. It might be fun, I guess.”

“Yeah, some mares like it. Does your boyfriend know you’re doing this?”

She pauses. “No.”

“What would he do if he found out?”

There had to be a unicorn hiding somewhere. Only magic could make sitting on a couch this uncomfortable. “I dunno. He’d be pissed I guess...”

“Yeah? Be pissed that we got his pretty little marefriend’s asshole before he did?”

“Haha, yeah.”

The director rolls straight past her wooden reply. “Alright whore, let’s get started. Lay back on the couch with your head hanging over the armrest.”

The gray-blue mare shifted into place, rolling over, and resting her withers on the armrest of the couch. Her wings felt uncomfortably squashed between her back and the fabric, and what little fidgeting she tried did nothing to alleviate it. Her opal mane hung down and touched the floorboards as she let her head hang back.

“Like this?” she asked, reorienting herself to the upside-down view of the room. She could feel blood rush to her head, and her mouth felt horribly dry.

“Yeah, like that. Delaney, get over here and shut this bitch up.”

A middle-aged donkey with cold eyes and a squashed face walked into the shot, his pauch wobbling underneath him as he approached Flitter. She grimaced as she saw his cock underneath him, half-erect and jutting from it’s sheath, easily as long as Thunderlane’s but thinner, and with the gross aberrancy of all non-ponies. He reared up and placed his front hooves on the arm of the couch that Flitter was lying across, and his shaft swung up next to her face.

Flitter heard a soft chuckle from behind the camera as she wrinkled her nose. This donkey reeked. His cock and body blended into one horrible, unwashed odor, of cheap cigar smoke, of beer, four days sweat and no showers, dried piss, other mares, something else sharp and acrid she couldn’t place, and worst of all was the donkey smell, that told her exactly what she was doing and she knew would linger with her, remind her every time the scent played across her senses.

Delaney thrust his hips, and the cock hit her upside-down face with a soft *fwap*. She grunted, and realised that the donkey was rock hard, and his cock curved downward in a horribly unnatural way. More giggles from behind the camera as his cock slapped her again, before the tip pressed against her lips. The heat was incredible, and seemed to radiate into her nose and entire head as it touched her.

She parted her lips and Delaney filled her mouth immediately. The taste was unpleasant, salty, with the hint of something curdled. It wasn’t as bad as the smell, which was even stronger now. Wrapping her lips around the width, she eased her head forward, caressing it with her tongue.

“Her mouth is dry as a desert, gimme a second,” grunted Delaney. His cock popped out from her mouth as he shuffled back, her lips still forming a perfect ‘o’ where it had been. Fast as a cobra, he hocked back and spat directly into Flitter’s mouth. A little had missed and flecked across her lips and nose. Before she could even gag, he was back into place and his cock pressed against her parted lips.

Less than one minute into the task, Flitter wanted to cry.

He started thrusting immediately, not far enough to go down her throat, but enough to bump her tonsils and trip her gag reflex with every stroke. He humped like a dog, flicking his hips forward as fast as he could, until the thrusts and gluks became a blur of oxygen-deprived panic. Flitter’s legs kicked helplessly in the air, her wings tried to unfurl but were stuck, and as she tried to move her head out of the way she found herself held tight by Delaney’s hooves.

His cock pulled away, trailing a long rope of sloppy mucous from the tip. It dripped down her face and forced her to close her left eye. She took a deep breath, then sobbed loudly.

“Get back on the dick, whore.”

He was no more gentle the second time, nor the third or fourth. Her sobs grew louder, though her struggles grew weaker. She tried her best to suck, but was rebuffed with slaps and harder thrusts. His pleasure was not the goal, she realised, it came a distant third to her debasement and suffering.

She found her mouth empty for longer than it had been so far, only aware of that fact when she took her fifth uninterrupted breath for the first time since they began. Each breath was a throaty gasp, and she might have been crying, but she couldn’t really tell. Her face was a gloopy mess. She had to squint through the layer of spit — his and hers — that covered her coat.

The cock pressed against her lips once more, and with a weak sniffle she let it in. This time he didn’t flick his hips, he pressed into the back of her mouth and kept pressing. With an awful gag, the tip slipped past her tonsils. Slowly, painfully, the length disappeared down her gullet. His heavy balls pressed against her nostrils as he sheathed himself. Spit ran from her lips and wetted them.

He started to truly screw her face, balls slapping against her nose as he hilted himself again and again, grunting with pleasure from the frantic caresses of her throat. More spit bubbled from her mouth, drooling shamefully down her face in thick rivulets, glueing her eyes shut. All she could feel was the stinging pain in the back of her nose, the nausea of her gag reflex tripping over and over, and a numb ache in her lips as his pubic bone rammed repeatedly against her face.

At least she couldn’t smell him now.

Delaney pulled out one last time, and she made a noise between a cough and a retch, tasting bile at the back of her mouth as more spit ran down her face.

“My turn now, slut,” came a growl from the couch. A bulky earth pony sat on the middle cushion, legs splayed out, his hard cock laying flat against his belly. His coat was a dull red, and he looked at least as old as the donkey.

Flitter coughed, her head spinning. She stayed still for a moment as Delaney got off her, only moving when the pony on the couch slapped her flank and told her to hurry up. She rolled to the side, and fell off the couch with a weak cry. Whimpering, she collected herself from the floor, and got up to sit on the couch next to the pony. His cock was shorter and thicker than the donkey’s, and looked just as clean.

“Fuck her up, Rusty.”

The pony grabbed Flitter’s mussed-up mane and yanked her head down to his crotch, his cock battering against her closed lips. He leaned down to spit in her eye, and when she opened her mouth in disgust, he stuffed his cock inside. She moaned in pain as it went in. It felt like trying to stuff a whole apple inside her mouth, pushing her jaw apart, stretching her dry and battered lips.

“Jeez, her mouth is fuckin’ tiny,” said Rusty. He bucked his hips upwards into her face, but only fit another inch inside her. She drooled around it, desperately trying to breathe.

“She needs to relax,” said Delaney, “I got just the thing.”

Flitter squeaked as she felt a rough hoof under her tail. She didn’t resist, but couldn’t stop herself from shaking and tensing her hind legs ever so slightly. The donkey grunted in displeasure as he felt her dry pussy, and hocked a ball of spit between her haunches with disgusting accuracy. The warmth in her loins Flitter felt as Delaney rubbed the moisture in was drowned out by the cold feeling of horror in her stomach.

The donkey mounted her from behind, pushing his weight down onto her and driving her mouth onto the thick pony cock. She couldn’t breathe, again, but didn’t bother to resist. The head of the donkey’s shaft rammed against her lower lips, trying to find an entrance. She was too tight and too dry, and let another inch of cock into her mouth as she grimaced from the pain. Delaney jolted forward again, and Flitter’s legs buckled.

It felt like she was being punched between her haunches.

Growling, Delaney pushed his cock into her cleft, and simply kept pushing, wriggling his hips to get his cock between her lower lips inch by painful inch. She tried to scream, but Rusty kept her head pushed down, and all that came out around the thick shaft was a pained whimper. Her discomfort did nothing to discourage the pony fucking her mouth. She wasn’t sure if she was imagining it, but she thought she felt him harden even more as she struggled fruitlessly. The hoof left the back of her neck, and she lifted her head to wail as Delaney buried himself in her cunt.

Drool running down her chin, she looked at the cock in front of her. It was twitchingly hard, shiny with her spit. A glistening bead of precum oozed from the tip, wobbling precariously on the flat head of the cock. A hoof jerked her down once more.

“Lick my balls, whore.”

She did as she was told, dragging her tongue along the smooth, black skin of his testicles while Delaney started to rut her. She couldn’t decide which was worse — the ugly ass screwing her from behind, or having to tenderly clean this brute’s sweaty, unwashed ballsack with her tongue. Rusty reached a hoof down and pulled his balls upwards.

“Lick — lick right there, lick underneath. That’s where the good stuff is, clean it all up...”

Her tongue was only an inch above his asshole, and she found her muzzle smushed into his taint as he made her lick up all the sweat and spit from before.

“I know something she’ll like...” said Delaney.

She shrieked and struggled as a dirty donkey muzzle buried itself in her wings, nipping and licking and kissing her feathers, rubbing them back and forth. Her wings shot out wide, and she tried to crawl away but felt herself locked in place.

“Please,” she begged, tears running down her face, “Not my wings, they’re for— *glgmmpth*”

“Aww, you only let your mommy preen you?” The red pony laughed as he crammed his turgid prick back in her mouth. “Don’t worry, Delaney knows what he’s doing. All the bitches love it.”

The donkey dove back into her wings as he continued to ram her, making her feel as if her skin wanted to peel off her body and throw itself into a furnace, dredging up foalhood memories and defiling them with this travesty.

“Yeah, featherbrain, this is how daddy shows he loves you,” said Delaney, “teaching his lil’ filly to preen, and making her a mare all at once.” His tongue dragged through her coverts, drooling his horrible, tobacco-stinking spit all over them. He bit down, hard, far too hard.

Flitter screamed.

She pushed her hooves against Rusty’s thighs, gurgling and spitting as she wrenched her head clear of his member. Scissoring her hindlegs, she pushed Delaney out of her pussy and away from her.

“No!” Her teeth were bared, anger clear in her eyes. Rusty and Delaney paused. She shoved Rusty with two hooves, nudging him into the far side of the couch. He pushed back with a single hoof, sending her sprawling to the other end. She flailed, wildly swinging a limb at the donkey, who stepped back. He just glared at her, and spat at her, a horrible globbet landing on her chest.

“Fuck off,” she spat, jabbing at the donkey with a wingtip.

“Dumb cunt,” he spat back, his face curled with contempt. He grinned as Rusty pushed her from behind. She spun, swinging her left hoof, which the earth pony ducked back from.

“Fuck you don’t fucking touch me!” She took quick, twitchy breaths, her head whipping from side to side, ready to lash out at whoever came close first. She bared her teeth, and wiped spit away from her bloodshot eyes. The donkey snorted, looking at her like she’d been scraped off a dirty toilet. The red pony just smirked, stroking his cock.

Flitter thought the room might be spinning.

A sigh came from behind the camera. “Are you tapping out, Sassy?”

She glared at him and didn’t reply. Her wings clamped onto her back, twitching occasionally.

“Look, we’re burning tape here. Can you finish the scene, or are you giving up?”

She couldn’t give up. If she gave up, she’d receive half-pay for the scene in two weeks time, as a cheque. Thunderlane couldn’t wait that long and besides, she did not want to cash that particular cheque at the Ponyville credit union.

She swallowed, then cleared her throat. “Don’t touch my wings.”

Another sigh from behind the camera. She could practically hear his eyes rolling. “Fine, we’ll cool it with the wingplay. Now, are you gonna be a big filly for us and finish the damn scene?”

A horrible coldness had settled inside Flitter as if all the adrenaline had drained from her body. “Fine.”

Rusty had moved into the middle of the couch, slouching back in his seat, hind-legs hanging off the front. He laid a hoof on Flitter’s cutie mark, beckoning her over. She climbed onto his lap, her pussy resting atop the underside of his cock. He bucked his hips, surprisingly softly, rubbing his length against her clit. She made no noise, but felt a twinge between her legs, which somehow made the chill inside her feel all the more cold.

She looked down at his face, her mouth opening ever-so-slightly as he thrust upwards again. There was less malice in his eyes, now. With the third thrust, she bit her tongue to suppress a soft sigh. With the fourth, she moved her hips back and forth, caressing him with her pussy, trailing a tiny streak of wetness.

He put his hooves on her flank and gently massaged her, right where the rump met the flanks and her muscles were sore from the pounding and the constant horrible tension, and rolled her across his shaft. Her wings fluffled and rippled and she swallowed and put her front hooves on his red, barrel-like chest for balance.

His hoof slipped further around until it was under her tail, and he was half-sitting for extra reach. Her tail flicked up and sideways, landing across her flank, exposing her ass and her barely-parted lower lips to the camera.

She tried so hard not to moan when his hoof pressed against her cleft.

Flitter was wet now, truly wet, and she slid up Rusty’s shaft until her clit brushed over the flared tip. She couldn’t stop the gasp, she didn’t even try, she just blushed and closed her eyes. She tensed up as the thick head of the pony’s cock pressed against her opening, but willed herself to relax.

Her mouth hung open as his cock pushed inside her. It was thicker than Thunderlane’s, far thicker, and seemed to pulse outward with every moment as Rusty squeezed it into her. Even with her wetness she was far too tight for it, and couldn’t tell if the throbbing, stretching sensation in her loins was one of pain or pleasure.

She slid down, stretching more and more, shaky limbs nearly giving out, until she felt a warm pair of balls against her rump.

“Holy hay...” she whispered. The pony underneath her grunted with satisfaction.

He pulled out in a fluid motion until only the tip was inside her, and pushed back inside, incredible fullness contrasting with aching emptiness. Each time he thrust, the pain wracked her body as she felt herself being split in two, and each time he withdrew, she was cold and empty and craved fullness once more, every movement tormenting her horribly with the pain of what she needed, or else the bleakness of surrendering it.

“You gonna make Rusty do all the work, or are you gonna ride him?”

Her forehooves had given out, splaying her across Rusty’s chest, and the big red pornstar took that opportunity to nip her left ear. Flitter knew, barely, that a question had been asked, but couldn’t think of words to answer it. Instead she nodded, imperceptibly to anybody but the pony she was on top of. Bracing her forehooves on the couch, she lifted her hips and began to ride him.

She tried to bounce her teal rump up and down as she’d seen mares do on video, letting her buttocks flick up and slam down like soft, squidgy pillows against the stallion’s hips. It half worked. Her pussy slid easily up Rusty’s black shaft, but she couldn’t simply drop her hips; he was too big. She had to work and wriggle and squeeze him inside her, letting his member spread her painfully, wonderfully wide with each journey downwards. The muscles in her legs clenched and tensed and burned as she worked him. The rough red coat under her chin felt like velvet compared to the fire ripping through her. Drool pooled on the stallion’s chest, Flitter unable to even close her mouth as she panted and bounced her hindquarters.

“Turn around, face the camera.”

Rusty took hold of her flanks and lifted her off him, his cock slapping lewdly against his belly. Flitter repositioned, resting her forehooves on Rusty’s thighs, with her tail swishing across his stomach and chest. He quickly pushed back inside her, and this time she did not even try to hide her groan.

She started to fuck him, eyes lidded, squeaking out little gasps and moans as a sensation, a weird aching itching tug inside her that she couldn’t distinguish from the pleasure or the pain or the sheer humiliation of shamelessly screwing a pair of stallions twice her age for money to bail out her idiot failure of a boyfriend and hating it so much she wanted to kill everyone in Equestria starting with herself and still, still knowing she was close to cumming on camera for everypony to see, not just cumming but gushing like a broken dam, and that they wouldn’t even be done with her—

Rusty was sitting nearly upright, whispering into her ear. “Want me to touch your wings?”

Flitter tried to shake her head, to eke out a ‘no’ but a hard slam inside her made her forget what he’d asked. It took a moment for any thoughts to penetrate the haze across her mind.

no is important I have to say no

“D-don’t...” was all she could manage, just loud enough for the microphone to pick up.

Two strong hooves gently slid down the ridge of her wings, before kneading in to her fluffy mass of coverts at the base.

“Hnaaahnaaahhh...” she groaned, her pussy clenching and spasming involuntarily. Her wings relaxed, falling limply outwards as Rusty massaged the powerful muscles in and around them.

“See, Del?” said Rusty, smirking, “You gots to be gentle with these new bitches. She’s fucking drenched.”

The donkey brayed. “I know how to treat bitches. Eyes open, whore.”

Flitter looked ahead. The camera had moved to the side, and Delaney was stood in front of her. He grunted and hocked something in the back of his throat. She knew what was coming. She barely flinched as the warm glob of spit splattered just above her eye. The fire inside her seemed to die down, and she was relieved in a way, having found a limit to the ordeal she could go through and still be forced to climax like a common whore.

Disappointment and excitement bloomed together when Rusty thrust inside and ran his hooves up to the tips of her wings, and the depraved fire inside her came roaring back. She whined in humiliation as Delaney spat in her face again. He spat several more times, until her face was covered in thick, bubbly spit once more. Reaching a hoof forward, he began to roughly play with the perky teats above Flitter’s pussy, eking an embarrassed series of squeaks from her.

A long, flat tongue dragged up Flitter’s face, and fetid breath filled her nostrils, reeking of tobacco ash, whisky vomit and week-old cabbage. Delaney was licking her face clean, matting the silk-soft coat of her face into a slick, sticky mess.

Flitter gave a slow, drawn-out whine of pure humiliation, dotted with hiccups of pleasure as Rusty’s giant cock thrust inside her. Her ears were flat against her skull. She was close to a second climax, and tears were running down her face. A particularly skillful press through her secondaries made her shudder with shame. Only pegasi were supposed to be this good at preening.

only Thunderlane, the idiot.

Rough, rubbery, unequine lips pressed against her own. She groaned into Delaney’s mouth as his slimy tongue wrestled against her own. The tension and nausea almost seemed to amplify the pleasurable sensations she was feeling.

She felt Rusty sit upright behind her, his hooves around her barrel to keep her in place. A heavy muzzle pressed against the back of her neck, taking a whuff of her mane, and then teeth clamp down on her mane, right at the base, right there and yanked and slammed inside her all at once.

Flitter couldn’t hold back. She didn’t try. She flung her forehooves around Delaney’s withers, throwing herself into the kiss with an ugly donkey twice her age. She climaxed, screaming into the donkey’s mouth, her pussy clenching around Rusty’s cock as he pushed it inside her, still tugging the base of her mane, running his hoof through her coverts the wrong way, messing them up and making her feel filthy and worthless and cumming so hard she couldn’t think in words.

A shout came from behind her, and she felt a slick warmth spread through her loins. Rusty was cumming inside her, filling her to the brim. He didn’t stop thrusting and thick, sticky semen seeped from her pussy with every stroke, dripping down his balls and onto the carpet below. She reached the base, her butt comfortably settled on his hips, and felt the last few spurts pulse into her. Delaney had broken their kiss, but she was still clinging on to him, her cheek pressed against his rough, black mane.

Rusty shoved her, sending her tumbling down onto the floor in a frazzled, panting mess. She rolled onto her stomach and tried to get to her hooves, but Delaney pushed her face down. “Face down, ass up, cunt.”

The donkey yanked her tail upwards and squeezed a packet of lube onto her anus, making her shiver from the cold. He mounted her with surprising speed. and pressed the tip of his long, black shaft against her anus. He leaned down to growl into her ear, “Every pegasus feels better with a donkey dick up their ass. You’ll see.”

Flitter grunted in pain as the fat head of his cock pushed inside her. She wiggled her hips, trying to get comfortable, but the donkey took it as a sign of enthusiasm and pushed half his cock inside her all at once. She groaned, not from the pain, not from any pleasure, but from the strange feeling of nausea from having something too big, too deep inside her.

Something rough and bristly brushed against Flitter’s face, distracting her from the pain of the sodomy. Rusty’s tail. He was lying on his back in front of her, hind legs spread wide, his balls and cum-covered, semi-erect cock inches from her face. He scooted down until her nose was nestled in his balls. All she could smell was sweat and sex.

The donkey spanked her cutie mark, and she opened her mouth to yelp. The force of his thrusts pushed her forward, pushing Rusty’s balls into her open mouth. Trying to take her mind off the act, she moved a hoof between her hindlegs as she softly lapped at the stallion’s balls. Delaney slapped her hoof away.

“No touching yourself,” he snapped, grinding into her rump, “You’ve had your fun, it’s our turn now.”

She whined in frustration, but put her hoof back on the ground and continued her ministrations. Rusty was practically purring with pleasure.

“Lick lower, slut,” he said.

The balls fell from her lips with a sloppy pop, then she lifted them with her nose and began to lick the smooth skin underneath. He spread his legs wider and let out a loud groan.

“Lower,” he repeated.

She made a noise of protest when she realised what he was asking her to do, but the donkey pressed a hoof into the back of her head, forcing her downwards until her lips were smushed against Rusty’s asshole. The nausea and burning pain from being fucked in the ass were mixing into a horrible single sensation of misery.

“Don’t flake now,” panted Delaney, his speech choppy from the roughness of his thrusts, “All our fans wanna see you eat out Rusty’s asshole, get to work!” He punctuated his words with three more spanks. Flitter squealed from pain, but stuck her tongue out and started to lick the stallion’s crinkled hole. She was relieved that it tasted like skin and not... other things, but then Rusty grabbed the back of her head, pulling her in tight, and smothering her with his sizeable buttocks. He was smothering her, and she could barely breathe. Each painful thrust into her own asshole pushed her face further forward, battering her abused lips against his taint. Rusty seemed to enjoy the tiny squeaks of pain she made as Delaney’s medial ring ripped past her anus with every stroke.

“Stick your tongue out, stick it right in there!” Rusty began to shift his hips up and down, rubbing the crack of his ass up and down her face. She obeyed, wincing at the bitter taste as her tongue wriggled inside his rubbery hole.

The donkey went crazy, braying and snarling, near-leaping off his hind legs as he fucked the entire length of his long, curved cock into her ass with every stroke. Each slam of his hips pushed her face forward, making her tongue-fuck Rusty’s asshole.

“Holy shit!” yelled Rusty, “Stick that tongue in right there, yeah, that’s my fuckin’ G-spot right there!” The force of the donkey’s thrusts nudged into Rusty and made his half-erect cock flop around, drizzling a thin line of semen onto Flitter’s fringe.

Delaney buried his face into Flitter’s coverts once more. She didn’t even make a noise, though her wings tensed up and she clenched her buttocks tight. She didn’t care any more. He was about to finish anyway. His hips are actually cracking against her ass from the force of the slaps.

Delaney pulled out and pushed Flitter onto her back, away from Rusty. She cried out from the force of the throw, and before she could move, Delaney was sat on her chest, forcing his cock into her mouth. She had been cleaned out before the scene, but there was still a bitter taste and the horrible hint of a smell reminding her exactly where that cock had been. He pulled out, and furiously began to jerk himself.

“Yeah, bitch, this is some grade-A face cream, better than any fuckin’ spa, you’ll be blowing every fuckin’ donkey in your neighborhood when you see what this does for your coat—”

It was more than a jet of cum. The thin, white goo spewed from the tip of his cock, landing squarely on Flitter’s nose, but it barely subsided or even stopped before the next shot came, never stopping between spurts, only slowing slightly as rope after rope landed on Flitter’s pretty face, pooling in her eyelids, covering her cheeks, several strands criss-crossing her mane. As his orgasm died down, Delaney’s tumescent tower continued to drool semen down onto Flitter, creating a tiny lake of jizz on her forehead. He spat in her face a final time, and shifted off her chest.

She sat up slowly, the ache of fading adrenaline creeping again into her limbs. Both her eyes were covered in cum. Briefly considering whether it would be grosser to get cum on her hooves or on her feathers, then realizing it didn’t matter at this stage, she lifted a hoof to wipe one of her closed eyes.

“Hoof down, don’t touch your face!”

“I can’t see,” she said, tonelessly. Her muzzle twitched as a drop of cum dripped across her left nostril.

“You don’t need to see, we’re just talking, here. So, your first ever porn scene. How was it?”

A drop of cum fell from her face and down onto her chest. “It was... interesting?”

“Did you like losing your ass cherry?”

“Hah. Not really.”

“No? Aww, shame. What about the rough stuff, getting facefucked and spat on and stuff?”

Flitter just grunted.

“You don’t like rough sex, then? Guess you made a pretty big mistake coming here, huh?”

“Yeah.”

“Poor dumb whore. Needed the money, right? Well, get cleaned up, and then there’s one last thing you need to do before you get paid.”

A towel was roughly flung over her face. As she used it to clean her face, she noticed it stunk of the donkey. Though, it felt like everything stunk of him now. Her eyes still stung as she opened them. Delaney and Rusty were both sat on the couch behind her, each nursing a beer.

“Okay, whore. That mess on the floor, right between your legs, where you let all that cum spill out. Clean it up.”

Wordlessly, she got to her hooves and craned her neck down. She paused an inch from the puddle, something in the back of her brain screaming that licking her own creampie from a dirty rug was not a thing she should do, but then stuck her tongue out and began to lap at the puddle of seed.

“I meant use the towel, you fucking moron.”

Flitter’s head snapped up. “Seriously?”

“No. Keep licking.”

With an angry grunt, she returned to work. It idly dawned on her that this was the first time she’d tasted any pony but Thunderlane’s semen. She couldn’t tell much difference. Just salt and bitterness, except with the rough texture of the carpet under her tongue this time.

“You’re just rubbing it in to the rug. Suck it out. And look at the camera while you’re at it, the fans wanna see your whore eyes.”

She stared up at the lens as she lowered her lips onto the next splotch of semen, sucking dryly and lapping it into her mouth. Backing up, she licked a few stray spots that had fallen away from the main puddles. As she finished, she realised she hadn’t even been asked to do so.

She found she just didn’t care.

“Good work, slut. Your money is on the table, two large. Now get the fuck outta here.”

Flitter was happy to oblige. She checked the bag of bits. All there.

She didn’t look back.

I can get Thunderlane out.

Bring him home.

Put him on that course.

It was worth it.

It was worth it...

END