50 Bitsby PegasusWingChaptersChapter ThreeChapter FourChapter FiveChapter TwoChapter ThreeChapter Two Fillydelphia State Prison "Heh, don't drop the soap there Wit, you know what happens to those fellows dumb enough to do so," "As if I haven't heard that old saying two many times before. Besides, it's not like anyone in this damn room is brave enough to even try. I'm not the one who receives pleasure, I'm the one who gives," "I beg to differ. What about Gouden? I bet that girl sure does give you a nice blowjob," "Shut your snout Pex. No one talks shit about my girl!" "Woah baby! I wasn't offending your girl. I was offending your big ass dick," Pex chuckled. He held a toothpick in his mouth, and sat underneath the water poring on him as he sat on his stool with his legs wide apart. "Like you've seen larger," "And I have seen larger, and yours isn't one of them," "You really want my fist down your damn throat?" "Hey, take it easy bro. We'll be out of here tomorrow, and then, we'll all get to meet our girls down at the ally," Wit stood underneath the water. He kept his arms crossed against his chest, and faced Pex with a questioned look. "What do you mean , 'we'll be out of here tomorrow?' You trying to trick us?" "As if I haven't tried that yet, but this time I'm serious. I overheard the guards talking about letting us free. Bet they caught the real criminal," "But we are the real criminal," "For making twenty pounds of cocaine? No way Jose. We were just the ones who sold it. I'd be damned if I was able to make cocaine good enough for children's candy shops," Wit did not reply with words, but he replied with a chuckle, and continued to wash himself down as Pex sat on his stool, facing the back of Wit, and chewing on the toothpick like Smaug surrounded by barriers of gold, but instead, he was surrounded by barriers of criminals, and he was one of them. Fillydelphia Downtown, Clementine Restaurant "How do you like your steak madame?" The waiter asked the young lady. He still held the plate in his hands up high, while he grasped his bow tie on his chest with his other hand, simply waiting for a reply, that was obviously soon to be not a significantly well answer, but a very confident point in the order's faults. "Well, it was very well for the average wolf, but the steak was not cooked to perfection, nor was it properly cooked at the right time, or heat, thus, the edges were rather hard to tear apart, and the inside was rather juicy, and raw. So really, I must say that I would not likely order this meal, thank you very much," The she-wolf replied confidently, just as the waiter expected. "Now if you excuse me, I must get going now," She fixed her bun, stood up, and walked out. Everyone was forced to listen to the clicking of her heels, and if they were to comment, then she would just have her daddy's agents drag them out. She was the queen, and no one was king to rule her. Her name? Braided Bun. *** "Eh Bun, how was the date?" The limo driver watched the road, and asked her without looking back at her. "It was fine. The steak was little under cooked, but other than that, it was a pleasure," He chuckled. "You sure about that? You sure did walk out with not a grin, nor a smirk, and your fists were clenched, held tightly together. So tightly in fact, that I was ready for them to turn blue," He laughed at a high pitch, "And don't even get me started with the others making room for you to walk past. Sure are scared of you, that's for sure," "Nonsense. They were just being polite!" The limo driver looked back at Bun with a smirk. "Well of course they were being polite. If they were not to have, 'daddy' would have come down and spanked them till they cried!" "Are you saying that people treat me as they treat me now, simply because of daddy?" "Of course. You just haft to live with it," "Well....Why can't people just treat me for me? Not because my father is a million air?!" "They can't you see. Celestia cut down on making bits. No one has barley any bits. They're just trying to get with you. Get with your fortune," "Well you don't...Try to get with my fortune. Why can't they be like you?" "Because....Limo drivers are paid to be polite. Paid to drive others around all day," "But what if they're trying to get to me, for, you know. True love?" "No one wants true love with a body like that they can fuck all day Bun. Face it," And she did. She had to face it. She had gotten out of the limo by now, and walked up to the front door of her and her father's mansion that she had shared with her two cousins, that weren't quite as elegant or mannerly as her. "Father?" Braided said softly, and walked around to the kitchen with her hands in front of her like a lady. "Are you in here?" She asked out to her father, and continued to walk around till it was about eleven P.M, which had obliged her to slip into her night gown and fall asleep. Maybe she would get a better sleep than the night before, meaning that she had not seen her cousins anywhere in sight, and that they were possibly out getting drinks with father. "Well, I guess I just haft to go to bed without a simply glass of wine," She sighed, and walked up the stairs to her room that was lightly decorated, heavily was just to much for the poor soul. She got herself out of her dress, heels, and now all she had to do was get those wretched, matching bra and panties with animal print off. She had led herself to the bathroom to do so, but found herself staring into the mirror with her bra in her hands, for she could not forget the fact that the limo driver, Blade, had commented on her body, and that every wolf was obliged to look at her eyes, and not what they really saw fit. "Those pigs," She admitted to herself that she was not ready for a husband, which was what father had told her. "Maybe I could just...." She held her breasts in her hands and continued to hold them there till she got sick of staring at her dirty reflection in the mirror. Braided Bun had taken all clothing off by now, and had slipped on her salmon nightgown that looked more like a dress in her opinion. She could have kept it on, or just faced that fact that she wouldn't be hidden all her life, and snooze in bed with nothing on, not even her socks for that matter. She sighed, and took her arm out of one of the loops. She had done the same to the other arm, and the gown had flooded down to her feet like a drain. Naked, Bun had took her hair out of a bun and let her blonde hair down. She was ready for bed, and she had done this every night, and she was ashamed that she had changed the routine. *** It was about two o' clock in the morning by now. Braided was still awake, in bed with a rather large novel in her hands, and her father's eyeglasses upon her face. She had hoped her cousins were to arrive back at home with her father at one, but no. The latest was to be three, which had given Braided one hour to fall asleep, but she was simply not tired. Her Narcolepsy had kicked in once or twice, and she was no longer tired. Not even with the three glasses off milk that had been drunken next to her bedside. Her quilt that was placed on top of her had covered her bosom quite well, and she had looked as if she still wore her dress gown. She had heard footsteps the level below, and was certain that it was just the cousins, and her father, that would soon travel upstairs to kiss her on the forehead like every other night. Chances were that he would just be too drunk to even stumble, let alone walk up the steps to his bedroom. "Oh Bun darling! Would you come here please?" Josie, the larger cousin has called for Bun to come down the steps to greet her and her father. Bow Heart as well if she was just that important at the moment. "Coming," She yelled back down. She simply could not walk down the steps as naked as a baboon. And so she had gotten her night gown once more, slipped it on, and pranced down the steps only to see Josie holding a purse near her elbow, and a glass of wine she had taken from the restaurant. "Oh Bun Darling. Father refuses to walk up the steps, on account that he is mighty drunk. Would you mind coming and kissing him on the forehead?" Josie asked like a dolly. Bun did not reply, and walked down the hallway to her father's room and kissed him simply on the forehead, very softly. She guaranteed that he was awake. Just drunk enough to not notice that she had arrived, and he seemed rather shocked. "Goodnight father," She rubbed his forehead with her thumb, and walked out with her arms crossed, underneath her breasts, and pushed up against her torso. It was simply too late to sleep. Josie would still brag about how many men she and Bow had met. But then Josie said something interesting about meeting a girl that had confessed about being an escort. And so Josie had invited her for the night. Since her boyfriend was still in jail. There was no hurry to get her hair fluffed and combed for his arrival. Bun laid upon her bed with a quilt on top of her again. She had once again taken off her gown, throw it under her bed, and laid there staring up at the ceiling. Josie would come up once or twice with her special guest, then scurry back down the steps to have a nice glass of champagne, but that did not happen yet. So Bun laid there. She had already finished the novel she had begun reading earlier entitled Sparks, written by a wonderful author by the name of Type Writer, and the only thing she could truly do in the bed was to fondle her breasts, but she decided that it was to nasty, and dirty you could say. She had begun to hear Josie chuckling and walking up the stairs. It seemed as if the guest had arrived. "Oh Gouden. Aren't you just the best?" Josie had flung her head backwards, stared up at the ceiling, and laughed loudly. Louder than ever in fact. Gouden was rather fancy for how Josie had described her. All of that biz with being an escort and all. She had black fur simply as dark as night, and softer than silk, for silk was very fashionable. As you might suspect, her flowing hair was rather gold, for her name meant Golden in dutch. The language of her people. "Well this must be Bun. Pleasure to meet you," Gouden held her hand out suspecting a shake in return from Bun, but she was to interested in becoming an escort. "Bun, don't be rude now. Say hello to Gouden," Josie spoke. "My, terribly sorry. Welcome to our home," Bun was rather interested in Gouden's breasts that were quite large. They had either been pushed up by one of the fashionable bra's, or she simply just made, or natural. "Your breasts. They are simply devine. I must ask if this is not to personal, but how do you do it?" Braided Bun seemed very interested in the she-wolf's large breasts. She was not a creep like the others, just a fellow wolf asking for advice. "Why, this compared to my regular day isn't personal at all. But tell me, why are you interested?" Bun stared down at the quilt that was upon her breasts, and looked up. She seemed to take the situation very well. "I seem to be bored with my life. Having all the men respect me not for my personality, but for my looks, and I'm tired of it. Father has always said to do good in life, follow my dreams, my beliefs, but none of those have come true. Now I ask you, how do you do it?" "Well, with all the hungry wolves around, i can't just have my breasts sag. It will be bad for business you see. There are even more customers coming around with their bits. Rumors are that the princesses are running low on bits, and that there can simply be no more till they find another way. So,if you want a boob job, better hurry fast. Your father is rich for a reason you know," "She is correct Bun darling. Now, I will go get the champagne, and we will have a formal chat," Josie had left the room, and it was now only Bun and Gouden. Gouden looked rather nervous after speaking to Bun about her breasts. She still had a glass of wine that she had set down from the restaurant. Gouden clutched the bottom of the glass, and lifted it to her lips. And so, a new conversation begun. "Tell me. Why did you ask?" "Well, Blade, my limo driver, admitted that no boy wants to be with me for my personality. I know I should resist, make them learn that I am beautiful on the inside as well, but I'm done with boys. I can't be in a relationship. I just want to meet them, and get it over with. I don't even care if they stare at my breasts now. I want them to. I'm done," "With boys that is," Gouden smirked, and clutched the glass even harder by now. Bun did not make a sudden move, for she was almost certain that the glass was to spill upon Gouden's bosom. Possibly even her lap, but that was not to be necessary at the moment. "Are you okay? It appears to be that your glass is cracking. Anger?" "Why nonsense," Gouden had admitted, and so the breaking of the glass had begun, and the wine did happen to spill over her bosom. Quite well actually. The wine had in fact spilled upon the white carpet below, and Gouden was certain that the spill would stain. So she did what any she-wolf would do. She leaned down on the ground, and used one hand to grab the corner of her silky green shirt, and wiped up the wine as best as she could, but it was like grape juice, and it would not come off all the way. "I am terribly sorry darling. I will have my carpet removers in here in a flash!" "There is no need for that. We might as well just cover it up in furniture. In the meantime, how about I get you a shirt," 'That would be lovely," Gouden waited patiently as Bun stood up, her back facing Gouden. She wrapped the quilt around her self like a towel, and walked down to the bathroom where she collected one of Josie's fancy night gowns. It wasn't the best, but it wasn't the worse. The gown had simply been cut, and everything had been exposed. Everything but the torso, and her breasts wasn't technically apart of that. "It's not perfect, quite exposing in fact, but I think it will hold for a night. It's not like father will come up here any time soon," "Thank you darling," Gouden smiled, and they waited for Josie to arrive back up the stairs, and so she did, with a bottle of champagne in one hand, and a rather large, silver tray with glass cups on top of them. "That is a rather large bottle. Where did you ever get the money to afford that?" "Gouden honey, Uncle owns a whole airport. I think he can manage buying a bottle of champagne. I suppose that you have found interest in that top? It's quite lovely isn't it?" "Well yes, but I just spilled a little wine. That is all. Besides, I will be out of here before you know it," "Oh honey, no you won't. You are staying the night. If father sees you, he might as well call the police," "Why is that?" Bun had nudged into the conversation, as she still stood with the quilt wrapped around her body. "Because, uncle has been trying to find the escorts of his town. Says that his clients won't spend their money at his agency. I really don't know where he comes up with all this stuff, but he never forgets a face," And so Josie began to serve the champagne. It was rather sweet, yet harsh against Bun's throat, for she had never drunken champagne, as she thought of it as a bad influence in her life, but now, there was nothing else to do. but drink. "Cousin, do you think you can sneak us some cheese and crackers. Maybe a few grapes while me and Gouden talk?" "Why of course not," Josie was just being polite, for she would usually have the butler, or even a maid get the platter. Gouden stared into Bun's eyes, quite abnormal, for she had not expected a wolf as shy as she to even ask a escort a question as strange as she had asked. "Let me be a escort," Were the words that had come out of Bun's lips. She was very certain, and very serious, or else she would not have stared back into Gouden's eyes, and she would not have faced her directly, nor stutter, in which she did not do. "Let me be a escort," "Bun, I am terribly sorry to say this, but if your father found out that you were taking a job in the business, he would send us all to jail. Don't think that just because he is your father, that he will protect you. They all let go one time or another, and it will happen in everyone's life. Same with mothers," "Well, I don't have one. I wouldn't be telling you this if Gloria was here, but she is not, so, I say once more....Let me be a escort," Gouden looked into her eyes once more with a smirk more then a smile or a nervous, questioning look. "Show me what you got," "W-What?" "Show me what you got. You don't think that we just let any old sag with rags for breasts into our company, do you?" "N-No," "Than take you clothes off and show me what you got. If you want the job, strip your self. It's not like a customer will pay us to have you stand in his office and admire his fish. I don't think you understand what this job offers. It offers pleasure. You get it, or give it," Gouden became rather feisty by now, but she was serious about this business. It was all for her love. Bun was in no need to strip, for she had already done so before, and after father and the cousins have arrived. All she needed to do was unravel the quilt, and let it fall to her feet like the gown had done. "Lets get this over with," "A-Alright," And so Bun had unraveled the quilt, and let it down to her feet. Her body was rather strange, yet beautiful. She had large full breasts, all natural, a slim waist, and nothing was wrong down below. Gouden stared at her body in aw. She hated to admit it, but it seemed as if Bun had such a natural body, better than her fake one. "Let me ask you a question," Gouden spoke, facing Bun. "Okay," "What's your specialty?" Chapter FourChapter Three Drage Lands Bredolth held her wooden mug high in the air to celebrate the release of Smaile, her younger sister's drage child in the land of Drage. The beast was freed from the palace walls it did not stay fit in, and it was released from the Drage Lands, where it did not belong. The young dragon was not as brave, or a high quality dragon like the royals, nor was it the princeses real child in the first place. It, or he, was a mistake. "Let us celebrate the release of the drage child; for it was not high quality like us royals!" Bredolth stood up in her padded, pure silver armor and jugged down the vodka till her throat burned. "And let us say the sacred speech of Drage, that we may only speak of under Bredolth's order!" The dragon began talking about herself in a orderly state. ""Dyret barn er blevet befriet fra dette land, og er ikke længere inter jorden Drage fortjener ikke sådan en skændsel." A younger dragon had entered the room, only to hear the language of the dragons. For Bredolth was a rather feisty dragon, she still kept her order of being as polite as she was when one from the other side had arrive. She began whispering the danish words into the newer dragon's ears. "The beast child has been freed from this land, and is to no longer inter the land. Drage does not deserve such a disgrace," A dragon had stood up now, with his fellow peers, and they all began to speak their mind one by one, "Smaile, selv om hans navn er blevet givet til ham fra Zulu sprog, vil altid være en Drage i dette land. Hans pigge, på ryggen er endnu manlier, at nogen af vores have, og nogensinde vil blive. Vi vil, og ikke vil gå glip af skændsel!" "Spike, although his name has been given to him from the Zulu language, will always be a drage of this land. His spikes, upon his back are even manlier that any of ours have, and will ever be. We will, and won't miss the disgrace," She had whispered into his ear once more, giving him details as they spoke. "Gwendolth, mor til smaile, skal være glad, for hun ikke er. Vi vil gøre hende mærke vores handlinger, og at de er endnu bedre, end hun kunne have forestillet sig! Smaile hører ikke hjemme i dette land!" "Gwendolth, mother of Spike, should be happy, for she is not. We will make her notice our actions, and that they are even better than she could have imagined! Spike does not belong in this land!" "Stille!" The one voice that had not been in danish, nor Zulu yelled out into the crowd. As the many dragons peered their young, blind, and well scene eyes towards the sound of the voice, no one spoke a word but the king's daughter, Bredolth. "Father, you will see that our choices against Smaile were correct, and that we have not made a mistake. Gwendolth will soon realize that our choices will better the kingdom, in stead of death threats from the council!" "Din søster er deroppe welping på hendes hovedpude, for du har taget hendes Drage barn væk fra hende! Du skal skamme Bredolth!" The king had only been able to speak danish since he was a egg. Bredolth would have spoken out to the crowd, on what her father had been saying, but instead, she decided to keep it a secret, to shield the new dragon's ears from her father's harsh words. "I am fully aware of that father, but Gwendolth will get over it. Just like she got over mother. Now if you will please, exit this room right now," "Brendolth, jeg har aldrig haft en favorit barn, men nu ser jeg, at Gwendolth er den bedre. Jeg indsende dig til dit værelse lige nu unge dame," Brendolth had begun to get rather angry with her father. It was so intense that she had begun to curse in danish. Her father had not done such a thing like treated her as a child since long ago. "Far, må jeg være høflig, men jeg vil sige dette på den bedst mulige måde. Du kan gå kneppe dig selv. Jeg er ikke en ung længere," She had cursed about once, and turned away from her father. She breathed in, and let her her shark colored hair flow in the wind, as she stared out the window of the palace walls. There was nothing but silence, as her father had exited the room, and the sound of sobbing had stopped from the level above, where Gwendolth laid. "Please leave, for I have business to attend to with my father," Instead of grabbing another mug of vodka, Bredolth had stepped out of the room and up the steps to greet her sister, and father for a discussion, but she hesitated, and turned back only to step out of the palace and escape into the Drage Land with nothing but her horse and her silver armor, that could barley hold apart. It was simply only for show. By nightfall Bredolth sat on a nice log and stared into the fire with a mutton in her hand with it's juices flowing out, and the bones still attached. Like a real warrior, she liked her food fresh, and hand cooked. Nothing was in sight but the stars and the palace silhouette as it sat in front of the sunlight. It did not only block the view, but it gave a perfect view of her home, and where she had fled against he father's orders. Bredolth had taken off her silver padding, and set it aside on the log next to her as she tore through the mutton. She spilled the juices on her lap, and let it stay there till she had finished her mutton. By then all there was was a bone, with patches of meat strapped to it. To rough and hard to reach. "Eh Bredolth. I thought you and your gals were havin' a party up at the palace to celebrate Smaile's departure?" Another dragon of the town had spent the day in the forest, eating a mutton he tore off a mammal, and sat by the fire without speaking until now. "We were, then father got involved and ruined the whole thing. I drank all my vodka before he could even get to the second sentence in all that danish. "Well, you know, we could just get out of here. I know a girl down the hill, away from Drage. She has a hut and everything. We can sneak down there. I doubt she'll be back any time soon. She'll just be down at the river on a fishing trip for a week," "I haft to agree with you, but not at the moment," Bredolth laid her head on the log, and let her lets stretch as she stared into the sky with her hands under her head. "But first, gotta catch some rest. Can't have my horse be traveling now. Nearly traveled two miles," "Eh, sorry missy, but I don't think I can let you go and snooze just yet. We can either go to the cabin now, or we can travel back to your palace and face your father," Bredolth opened a eye, and stared at the other dragon, much older and wiser then she. "Who do you think your talking to?" "I'm talking to a sassy princess. Now we're going now, or I'll inform your father about your absence!" "Now, I may agree with the sassy, but I am not going back to the palace and that's final," "Well then, guess we haft to leave. I bet your father has sent a search party after ye' princess. I can already see the torches coming down this hill here, and they're coming fast," "Fine, but after this I simply must rest," Bredolth stood with a flare of her nostrils, and had put on her silver padding once more before climbing on her horse with the male dragon, and galloping down to the hut he had spoken of. As close as he made the hut sound, the journey was long, for the horse had to walk without the two, for he had run through a rather large puddle of mud that had gotten them all wet. Their boots, covered in mud crunched the leaves and sticks that had fallen off of the first sign of autum. Bredolth walked along the path besides the male dragon. She had never caught his name, but they had talked day after day since Gwendolth had given birth to Smaile. "Are we any close yet? I can see their torches even closer," Bredolth had stopped in her tracks, and yelled out to the male. "Yes. I can see her hut," Bredolth did not say another word after that, for that was the only thing she needed to know, and only thing she did want to know. The male dragon did not look back more than once to see how close the search party was, then he turned around till they arrived at the hut, that was slightly brutal by it's looks. On the other side, it was quite beautiful, but the door was jammed. No windows, nor chimney. "Dammit. The door's jammed!" "Yes, it is, but there is another option. There is a town by the name of Manehatten down the hill a mile or two away from here. I know a few wolves that own a company. They'll give you a bed, clothes, food, and they'll even be your guards if you want. So, we can stay here and sit by a jammed door, or head down the town were they'll never dare to go. "Deal," "I am terribly sorry Gouden, but I do not know what a specialty is, in what category?" Bun had spoke to Gouden with a questioned look as Gouden grabbed the quilt Bun had been standing in, and covered Bun up with it once more, slowly as she whispered the specialty's in her ear. "There is many darling. Fellatio, cunnilingus, where you will receive, or give, pleasure I suppose. You can dance on a pole just like your daddy disagrees with, or you can do the rest, which I will leave as a secret just for now. So if you will, choose, what is your specialty," "I am afraid I do not have one. I am simply just a virgin. No man I have never met has been worthy enough to make love with," "Well Bun, you will haft to do all of those nasty things you've disagreed with. In this job at least," Gouden came around Bun and hugged her from the back. She laid her hands on her covered breasts, and her head on her shoulder. "Plus, this isn't making love. It's making 'love' for money," Bun gasped, "what will the cost be?' "That all depends on you, and the buyer. With a body like that, I must say that you will get paid more than fifty bits honey," "Well then, I guess I must choose cunnilingus. If I can learn that is," "Oh; you will," Gouden paused for a moment and smiled as Josie walked in the room to see Gouden hugging her cousin from the back as Bun had a nervous, uncertain look. "Gouden, you didn't. Did you?" Josie new it all. "I sure did Josie. Looks like you and your cuz here will be in the same company. How about we get packed, leave father here for the night, while I go and teach Bun her soon to be specialty back at the place," "But what about Wit? Doesn't he need to be picked up?" "Why yes, but he's all the way in Fillydelphia. I can't just drive there in an hour. How about we go down there tomorrow after training," "Indeed," Bun because to fell quite awkward knowing that her older cousin, the one she thought of as a mother all most, had been performing cunnilingus, as well as fellatio on strangers for years, while her and father had thought nothing of her. Chapter FiveChapter Four There was not much talk as the three, four if you counted Bow, talked about on the ride to the place, where Bun's training would begin. The streets around did not look very familiar, for it seemed as they were in Fillyfornia, according to all the photos Bun had seen. But Manehatten was simply to far for her to ever recognize the street, the style, the passion between the wolves. Bun was lost in her mind as Gouden continued to drive the jade Ferrari, the same color of her now stained shirt, across Manehatten. Bun, Josie, and Bow were now terribly far from home by now. They could not even see the rather large roof of the mansion, for the clouds, the trees, and the many double decker buses, red in particular, blocked their view from afar. Not many people were in the area, except for a young wolf in her teens rode on her bicycle, traveling aside from the Ferrari, on the same route Gouden had been driving upon. "Gouden," She yelled out to her. She stopped her bicycle from going any further by planting her feet upon the ground softly on the sidewalk, and waved to Gouden as the elder adult stopped the car, and looked at the she-wolf with a questioned look. "Tali, what are you doing? You know you can't come to the house," "I know, but no one has paid the bits, and they convicted the house," "Get in here," Gouden made room for Tali, and gave her some gum, like she had given to the others. "Why hello. I am Bun. Are you Gouden's daughter?" Tali laughed softly and held her hands over her stomach, slowly lifting them for she had just gotten a tattoo strong enough to bleed through the fir on her arms. "What are you? Elk?" Tali joked around about Bun's politeness. She had never seen, or met a wolf as nice or respectful as Bun, and she was almost certain she would not met another one once more. "Tali, be polite," Gouden started the car up once more, and left Tali staring back at Bun, Josie, and Bow, who where all quite shocked with Tali's attitude. Her outfit made way for it, for she had dressed like she pleased. Bun was quite shocked, for she mother had never accepted an attitude, or dress choice, much like Tali's grey sweat shirt, including her ears, both pierced at a maximum of five times. Each with a piercing starting up at one end, then going through the ear and out the other. It was all quite fasinating, for the piercings have been made by pure silver. Despite her rude behavior, the younger wolf spoke, "No," She sighed taking her beanie off revealing her blonde hair, cut fairly short, with a new, older style. The tips quite sharp, and the rest combed back with jell. "I'm just that kid that bothersome kid, too annoying for her own family to want her. I don't mind it. I mean, Gouden and Wit are an even better family than my real one," "You ran away?" Bun unbuckled her seat belt and leaned in, and faced Tali. "Eh. You could say that," "Well, why?" "My father was a drug dealer. My mother worked to much to care, and they barley had enough time to deal with a single kid, yet they kept making them, and they kept ignoring them," Tali stepped out of the car and put her beanie back on slowly. She looked back at the car, Gouden, Bun, Josie and Bow, and left them to drive off without her as she went to gather her bike. "I'll catch up to ya," She spoke to Gouden through the car window before running down the sidewalk. "Okay, pay up," A she wolf spoke to a larger male, taking large breaths, and combing her hair with her white fur codded fingers. "I don't have the pay," "Give me the fucking bits. I didn't come here to get a throat full of cum for nothing," "Don't worry Sweet Heart," The male grabbed the female and held her in his lap, staring into her eyes with a hand on her stomach,"My friend will be here in a little while with the bits. Aright?" "He better," The wolf by the name of Sweet Heart stood up and walked into the restroom to comb her hair, leaving the male sitting upon the bed with his legs spreed wide, to smoke some shisha with the girl. Sweet Heart stared at herself through the mirror. She was rather gloomy for the moment. This was not how she wanted to spend her life. She did not want to give pleasure. She wanted to receive it. Sadly, not a single customer has been very good at what they did, and not a single customer paid her the right amount without making her do more than they paid for. "Fuck this," Sweet Heart grabbed a towel that hung upon the shower curtain, and wrapped it around herself, covering her breasts. She walked out in confidence, and sat on the bed with her customer. "What's with the towel Sweet Heart?' "I'm not taking it off till I get the money bub," "Fine. But you know, you can make a little extra cash," Sweet stared into space and began to listen to his offer. "My friend bringing the bits, his wife is off in Fillydelphia. Won't be back for weeks, and you know. A stripper can't help him much. All they do is dance around. Not very impressive. You willing to earn some extra cash for some classic thrusting?" Sweet sighed. "How much?" "Well, he'll give you fifty bits for your work with me. You give him some work, he'll pay another fifty, maybe even more if you slack both of us off. You know. We both have work. It'll be nice to smoke some shisha. Just the three of us," "Fine," Where her final words, as she unraveled the towel and left it on the bed. She stared back at the male wolf with his legs wide apart. Wide enough for her to sit there to smoke while they waited for his friend. And so, she sat back up against his stomach smoking shisha, the both of them taking turns, while the wolf wrapped his leg around her's, hitting her in the groin with his foot, for he was quite flexible, and massaging her breasts with his palms. "So, I never got your name," "Blade," He spoke. She guess it made since for his white fur, and the many areas brushed to make the shape of ninja stars with sharp blades. He had red spots of fur around there as well. For this made the blade seem like blood. But it wasn't like gore. It was kinda nice. "Heh, I like your hair. The pink roots, highlights as well. They match perfectly with the blue ears," "Thanks, I guess," "What's wrong? Can't handle a compliment?" "I can, just never really got one. All the guys in the world only care for the body. Ya' know?" "I do. My boss's daughter. She's beautiful. Inside and out, but the only reason why people are actually polite when she's around, is because they want her fortune. Her body. Her dignity. They don't want her for her. I mean, I can understand why. She's beautiful. I would go after her if her father wasn't my boss, but she's amazing. She smiles widely. She's picky, she knows what she wants, and she rarely ever changes her mind. She used to be so confident in herself until her mother died. Told her to be proud. Her father's got her thinking that sex, or making love I should say, is bad," "Sex is life," Sweet Heart leaned against Blade and yawned. She was quite tired from staying up all morning treating him, and others. Her back was up against his chest while she stretched her legs out in front of her, and closed her eyes. "Your tired already?" "Honey, I've been up all morning, afternoon, I'm up everyday giving pleasure. Never getting it. Gets tiring after a while," "Well, what do you like?" "It's not that easy. It's the environment, everyone, thing, around you effects your pleasure level. No one has old fashioned sex anymore. Everyone goes to quickly. They turn you around after a while, and just let you lay there, do anything they want to ya. But you don't feel it because you don't care for anyone's crap anymore," "Why not just quit?" "Because I can't. It's not like any regular ol' gang bang Blade. This is a company. We get bits each day. How'd you think we pay for this mansion? We sign a contract to do anyone, and everyone's bidding, and they give us a mansion to sleep in, clothes, and food. We can't just leave," "Cause they'll kick you out?" "No. Because you'll be leaving your family. This place is like family to anyone that signs that contract. Gouden, the owner's girl, has an adoptive daughter named Tali. She's nice, she's sweet. She still has her real family, but she ran away from them. Got tattoos, baggy clothes. She even has men all over her," "Poor girl," "Poor girl indeed," Sweet yawned again, and by now she was nearly knocked out when the bits had arrived. "Well, well, well. Who is this sweet heart? Isn't she just adorable? Well bitch, you gonna give me an orgasm, or just lay there?" "Buru. Fuck off," "Doesn't the bitch want extra cash?" "Well, y-yes," "Then move and let me fuck her," Buru took the toothpick out of his mouth and stripped in front of the two. "I said fuck off. She's not in the mood," "Yea, because she's sleeping. Girl won't feel a thing. We'll fuck her, and leave this place without paying. We'll be gone before she notices. What do ya say pal?" "I say no," Blade kept Sweet in his arms, protecting her from Buru that stood besides them. Buru sat on the bed next to Blade, and stared at the girl with a smirk. He rubbed her cheek with his thumb, then slapped the girl unexpectedly. "That should wake the girl up. What'd you say?" It woke her up all right. She was rather mad, for she was barley awake. "Damn men's needs are always first," "Sure are. Now suck my cock," "Are you out of your mind ass face? I just woke up after you brutally slapped me," "Yea, I brutally slapped you so you could suck my cock. I can tell the world where your precious hide-out is. I can tell your boss that you refused to do my bidding. What do you say to that?" Buru clutched her chin in his hand, and stared into her eyes, talking to her in a harsh tone, spitting on her nearly every time he spoke. She did not speak from his rudeness. She sat where she was till he grabbed her shoulders and pulled her forward onto him. "Stop," Blade spoke. He got off of the bed, and walked around to where Buru was. He was now on the edge of the bed with Sweet Heart in his power. Blade grabbed Buru's shoulders, and pulled him back to the point that he fell on the red carpet below. "I thought you said this bitch would slack us both off?" "I did, but your just abusing your power with her Buru," Sweet Heart looked rather worried, for she had been in the same situation once before, "Stop fighting and give me the bits," "I ain't givin' you nothing till you suck my cock," Sweet Heart looked down and fiddled her thumbs. She got off the bed and laid down next to Buru who had Blade standing over his head. "Fine," She spoke. The two stood up. Sweet Heart stood in place, waiting for Buru to move her where he wished to move her. Which was where she was. He sat on the bed, and grabbed Sweet Heart's hands. He stroked them, then placed a hand upon her head and moved her down to his cock. He watched Sweet Heart clinch her fists tightly, then place them on Buru's man parts, and place her mouth up to her fingers, which were near the middle of his cock. She slowly moved in and out as she shivered from the coldness of the room, for it was now night, and the heater had been turned off moments before. The room was silent, silent enough to hear Sweet sucking on his cock fairly slowly. "Well Blade, get in here," He spoke to Blade who stood behind Sweet. He denied, and shook his hand, while Buru let cum go into Sweet's mouth. She gagged for it was not planned, and she pushed Buru back. Buru chuckled. "What? Can't handle a little cum?" Sweet tried to speak, for her mouth was full of the grown wolf's cum. "Tastes good doesn't it?" Buru teased. Sweet stared at him, stood up, and ran to the bathroom where she spit the cum out into the toilet. She walked back out, panting. "Give me the fucking bits and get out," "Now wait a minute, I didn't get a chance to eat pussy darling," "Get the fuck out!" She walked towards Buru and pushed him down on the bed. He laughed, getting up, and scratching his crimson coat. "You heard the girl. Get out," Blade took Sweet's side. He collected Buru's clothes, and threw them at him. "Fine, fine. But don't act like I won't be back," Sweet crossed her arms and walked to the back of the room. She grabbed the underwear she had started out with with Blade, and put them on. She threw her night gown over the clothing, and walked into the bathroom to rinse her mouth out with water. "You okay in there?" Blade put his ear up against the wall and listened to Sweet throwing up after pouring the water in her mouth. "Just fine," Sweet Stared at herself in the mirror. She placed her hand on the handle of a small knife she kept in there, and lifted it. Chapter TwoChapter One His childhood, wasn't what you would call, spoiled. This particular pegasus pony was rather shy and often had combed his glorious mane with gel that had found out that it's job was to grease this little filly's mane. The gel never did get the little tyke dirty. Nor did his hair rub against his lovely light green and white scarf, and leave stains. He was perfectly clean. Day in, and day out. He never played with the other filly's in school, nor did he jump-rope, hop scotch, or build dirt cakes. But he was the perfect one to sit inside and drink a nice warm tea with the teachers. Ms. Improper to be particular was his favorite. Oh, how she would give him wonderful baby carrots with an apple or two, and they would sit, talk about the other children. They would mostly talk about the real housewives of ManeHatten. Boy oh boy. How feisty. Harmonic was the star of the party though. It was simply amazing how she kept herself young by drinking juiced carrots, but the important part was that she didn't need to cause much harm to the camera once more. Now, this child was strange. He loved fish, and so did his mother and father before his mother became an alcoholic, as well as his father which caused him his death, but his favorite type of fish was Cat-fish. He absolutally hated Salmon, but of course....that was the color of his coat, and the name of the pegasi. Now that Salmon is all grown up, so is his childish mother and everyone else that was a young tyke back then, he has found his specialty. Cooking Salmon. Yes, cooking salmon. The food critiques simply adore his salmon, but he shall not be able to feel what they are to feel. Because he hates Salmon. "Eh, Salmon. Ya mind scraping the crusty skin off of this here piece of fish?" "No can do William. I have other hungry customers 'ere, and I can't just stop the whole cooking process like last time. Nearly set the whole building on fire," "Did you now?" "I sure did. Can't let another bottle of scotch near the cooking station now these days. Why don't you ask Scallop to help you out. About time she helped out the elderly for once," "Oh Salmon. What would I ever do without you. I come here, sit down, eat a few skillets of fish, and now here I am talking to you while you have more hungry customers to serve. And remember Pupo, don't leave that kitchen once more, or, or heck! Who knows what could happen. I do. You'll burn the whole buildin' down. Now get back there so I can shovel some corn into my mouth!" And so William did. He shoveled that corn into his mouth like any other toothless elderly, and was proud of it. Just like the good old days when his ma would reward him with a moonpie him and his sister would share. Day by day the youngsters would take a bite, and by the fourth, the whole cake would be gone. They would wait for mother to go to the store, and during those long three hours to the store, they would hang out with the dogs, hand them their carrots, and they would be gone upstairs playing battleship. "Oh Scallop honey! William needs another moonpie!" William yelled out with a slight chuckle. He banged on the table, and even his nails would bang down and would strike back. He would end up with broken nails right after a healthy manicure. "I'm coming, I'm coming you old coot!" "Oh Scallop. I remember when you were just a foal with a dream to live in a condo, but instead, your here serving me a vanilla moonpie when I asked for chocolate...." William did not shout in rage that she had gotten his order wrong once again, but he politely smiled and added yet another chuckle for humor. "I know, I know. Can't wait to get out of this dump," "For what deary?" "So I can get away from you. That's what!" Scallop had given William his chocolate moonpie, and now she had waited patiently in front of him with a quite unpleasant look, and fixed her vintage apron. "My my Scallop. What color is that on your apron? Is it a red, a green, white,blue or black? Or is it simply crimson. Boy...I remember the days when the all the colors were simple. One red, green, blue, yellow, and not a single orange in sight!" "William you coot. May I remind you that your color blind? I doubt that you even got to know the good old fashioned colors. And of course orange was in sight. You just don't remember cause your face was in moonpie's all day," "Indeed. Now why don't you go take a break in the back darling?" Although William had annoyed Scallop day after day, he still enjoyed to give her a small tip of five dollars, which gave her thirty five dollars after a week, but if he was terribly sick every other month, than the money could wait. "Ey, Scallop, mind cleaning the tables instead of curving your fingernails for goodness sake!" "Why can't you do it!" "Because I'm back here scrapping the slabs of Salmon skin attached to the plate. Not much time for cleaning tables darling. Just get your work done and you can be down at the strip club in any minute now," Salmon teased while he shoveled the salmon into the trash like every other morning. "Oh Salmon....I can't even imagine why your so stressed day after day!" Scallop was now chin to chin with Salmon. Her legs were stretched out, as she held herself up on the counter with one hand, the other on Salmon's chin. She crossed her legs, still stretched out, and puckered her lips up for a sweet kiss like usual. "I have no time for kissing you ol' slut! I need to get this scotch down to ma!" "Your always delivery for your sweet granny fish darling. Why not take a break for once and get yourself fired from this joint!" "I don't think you understand Scallop. I need this job. I need to pay for ma's scotch and brandy, and as you can see, pa can't get it to her at the moment," "Well my brother never could feed the dogs when he was upstairs tearing apart Colta, but he managed!" "Well I'm sorry to say this Scallop, but I don't have a brother who dominated everything he touches," Scallop laughed with a long chuckled, and undid her bun. She shook her head around, watching her green hair flow, while Salmon ignored her for she was rather irritating and annoying. "God dammit Scallop! Just leave!" "As you wish."
Chapter ThreeChapter Two Fillydelphia State Prison "Heh, don't drop the soap there Wit, you know what happens to those fellows dumb enough to do so," "As if I haven't heard that old saying two many times before. Besides, it's not like anyone in this damn room is brave enough to even try. I'm not the one who receives pleasure, I'm the one who gives," "I beg to differ. What about Gouden? I bet that girl sure does give you a nice blowjob," "Shut your snout Pex. No one talks shit about my girl!" "Woah baby! I wasn't offending your girl. I was offending your big ass dick," Pex chuckled. He held a toothpick in his mouth, and sat underneath the water poring on him as he sat on his stool with his legs wide apart. "Like you've seen larger," "And I have seen larger, and yours isn't one of them," "You really want my fist down your damn throat?" "Hey, take it easy bro. We'll be out of here tomorrow, and then, we'll all get to meet our girls down at the ally," Wit stood underneath the water. He kept his arms crossed against his chest, and faced Pex with a questioned look. "What do you mean , 'we'll be out of here tomorrow?' You trying to trick us?" "As if I haven't tried that yet, but this time I'm serious. I overheard the guards talking about letting us free. Bet they caught the real criminal," "But we are the real criminal," "For making twenty pounds of cocaine? No way Jose. We were just the ones who sold it. I'd be damned if I was able to make cocaine good enough for children's candy shops," Wit did not reply with words, but he replied with a chuckle, and continued to wash himself down as Pex sat on his stool, facing the back of Wit, and chewing on the toothpick like Smaug surrounded by barriers of gold, but instead, he was surrounded by barriers of criminals, and he was one of them. Fillydelphia Downtown, Clementine Restaurant "How do you like your steak madame?" The waiter asked the young lady. He still held the plate in his hands up high, while he grasped his bow tie on his chest with his other hand, simply waiting for a reply, that was obviously soon to be not a significantly well answer, but a very confident point in the order's faults. "Well, it was very well for the average wolf, but the steak was not cooked to perfection, nor was it properly cooked at the right time, or heat, thus, the edges were rather hard to tear apart, and the inside was rather juicy, and raw. So really, I must say that I would not likely order this meal, thank you very much," The she-wolf replied confidently, just as the waiter expected. "Now if you excuse me, I must get going now," She fixed her bun, stood up, and walked out. Everyone was forced to listen to the clicking of her heels, and if they were to comment, then she would just have her daddy's agents drag them out. She was the queen, and no one was king to rule her. Her name? Braided Bun. *** "Eh Bun, how was the date?" The limo driver watched the road, and asked her without looking back at her. "It was fine. The steak was little under cooked, but other than that, it was a pleasure," He chuckled. "You sure about that? You sure did walk out with not a grin, nor a smirk, and your fists were clenched, held tightly together. So tightly in fact, that I was ready for them to turn blue," He laughed at a high pitch, "And don't even get me started with the others making room for you to walk past. Sure are scared of you, that's for sure," "Nonsense. They were just being polite!" The limo driver looked back at Bun with a smirk. "Well of course they were being polite. If they were not to have, 'daddy' would have come down and spanked them till they cried!" "Are you saying that people treat me as they treat me now, simply because of daddy?" "Of course. You just haft to live with it," "Well....Why can't people just treat me for me? Not because my father is a million air?!" "They can't you see. Celestia cut down on making bits. No one has barley any bits. They're just trying to get with you. Get with your fortune," "Well you don't...Try to get with my fortune. Why can't they be like you?" "Because....Limo drivers are paid to be polite. Paid to drive others around all day," "But what if they're trying to get to me, for, you know. True love?" "No one wants true love with a body like that they can fuck all day Bun. Face it," And she did. She had to face it. She had gotten out of the limo by now, and walked up to the front door of her and her father's mansion that she had shared with her two cousins, that weren't quite as elegant or mannerly as her. "Father?" Braided said softly, and walked around to the kitchen with her hands in front of her like a lady. "Are you in here?" She asked out to her father, and continued to walk around till it was about eleven P.M, which had obliged her to slip into her night gown and fall asleep. Maybe she would get a better sleep than the night before, meaning that she had not seen her cousins anywhere in sight, and that they were possibly out getting drinks with father. "Well, I guess I just haft to go to bed without a simply glass of wine," She sighed, and walked up the stairs to her room that was lightly decorated, heavily was just to much for the poor soul. She got herself out of her dress, heels, and now all she had to do was get those wretched, matching bra and panties with animal print off. She had led herself to the bathroom to do so, but found herself staring into the mirror with her bra in her hands, for she could not forget the fact that the limo driver, Blade, had commented on her body, and that every wolf was obliged to look at her eyes, and not what they really saw fit. "Those pigs," She admitted to herself that she was not ready for a husband, which was what father had told her. "Maybe I could just...." She held her breasts in her hands and continued to hold them there till she got sick of staring at her dirty reflection in the mirror. Braided Bun had taken all clothing off by now, and had slipped on her salmon nightgown that looked more like a dress in her opinion. She could have kept it on, or just faced that fact that she wouldn't be hidden all her life, and snooze in bed with nothing on, not even her socks for that matter. She sighed, and took her arm out of one of the loops. She had done the same to the other arm, and the gown had flooded down to her feet like a drain. Naked, Bun had took her hair out of a bun and let her blonde hair down. She was ready for bed, and she had done this every night, and she was ashamed that she had changed the routine. *** It was about two o' clock in the morning by now. Braided was still awake, in bed with a rather large novel in her hands, and her father's eyeglasses upon her face. She had hoped her cousins were to arrive back at home with her father at one, but no. The latest was to be three, which had given Braided one hour to fall asleep, but she was simply not tired. Her Narcolepsy had kicked in once or twice, and she was no longer tired. Not even with the three glasses off milk that had been drunken next to her bedside. Her quilt that was placed on top of her had covered her bosom quite well, and she had looked as if she still wore her dress gown. She had heard footsteps the level below, and was certain that it was just the cousins, and her father, that would soon travel upstairs to kiss her on the forehead like every other night. Chances were that he would just be too drunk to even stumble, let alone walk up the steps to his bedroom. "Oh Bun darling! Would you come here please?" Josie, the larger cousin has called for Bun to come down the steps to greet her and her father. Bow Heart as well if she was just that important at the moment. "Coming," She yelled back down. She simply could not walk down the steps as naked as a baboon. And so she had gotten her night gown once more, slipped it on, and pranced down the steps only to see Josie holding a purse near her elbow, and a glass of wine she had taken from the restaurant. "Oh Bun Darling. Father refuses to walk up the steps, on account that he is mighty drunk. Would you mind coming and kissing him on the forehead?" Josie asked like a dolly. Bun did not reply, and walked down the hallway to her father's room and kissed him simply on the forehead, very softly. She guaranteed that he was awake. Just drunk enough to not notice that she had arrived, and he seemed rather shocked. "Goodnight father," She rubbed his forehead with her thumb, and walked out with her arms crossed, underneath her breasts, and pushed up against her torso. It was simply too late to sleep. Josie would still brag about how many men she and Bow had met. But then Josie said something interesting about meeting a girl that had confessed about being an escort. And so Josie had invited her for the night. Since her boyfriend was still in jail. There was no hurry to get her hair fluffed and combed for his arrival. Bun laid upon her bed with a quilt on top of her again. She had once again taken off her gown, throw it under her bed, and laid there staring up at the ceiling. Josie would come up once or twice with her special guest, then scurry back down the steps to have a nice glass of champagne, but that did not happen yet. So Bun laid there. She had already finished the novel she had begun reading earlier entitled Sparks, written by a wonderful author by the name of Type Writer, and the only thing she could truly do in the bed was to fondle her breasts, but she decided that it was to nasty, and dirty you could say. She had begun to hear Josie chuckling and walking up the stairs. It seemed as if the guest had arrived. "Oh Gouden. Aren't you just the best?" Josie had flung her head backwards, stared up at the ceiling, and laughed loudly. Louder than ever in fact. Gouden was rather fancy for how Josie had described her. All of that biz with being an escort and all. She had black fur simply as dark as night, and softer than silk, for silk was very fashionable. As you might suspect, her flowing hair was rather gold, for her name meant Golden in dutch. The language of her people. "Well this must be Bun. Pleasure to meet you," Gouden held her hand out suspecting a shake in return from Bun, but she was to interested in becoming an escort. "Bun, don't be rude now. Say hello to Gouden," Josie spoke. "My, terribly sorry. Welcome to our home," Bun was rather interested in Gouden's breasts that were quite large. They had either been pushed up by one of the fashionable bra's, or she simply just made, or natural. "Your breasts. They are simply devine. I must ask if this is not to personal, but how do you do it?" Braided Bun seemed very interested in the she-wolf's large breasts. She was not a creep like the others, just a fellow wolf asking for advice. "Why, this compared to my regular day isn't personal at all. But tell me, why are you interested?" Bun stared down at the quilt that was upon her breasts, and looked up. She seemed to take the situation very well. "I seem to be bored with my life. Having all the men respect me not for my personality, but for my looks, and I'm tired of it. Father has always said to do good in life, follow my dreams, my beliefs, but none of those have come true. Now I ask you, how do you do it?" "Well, with all the hungry wolves around, i can't just have my breasts sag. It will be bad for business you see. There are even more customers coming around with their bits. Rumors are that the princesses are running low on bits, and that there can simply be no more till they find another way. So,if you want a boob job, better hurry fast. Your father is rich for a reason you know," "She is correct Bun darling. Now, I will go get the champagne, and we will have a formal chat," Josie had left the room, and it was now only Bun and Gouden. Gouden looked rather nervous after speaking to Bun about her breasts. She still had a glass of wine that she had set down from the restaurant. Gouden clutched the bottom of the glass, and lifted it to her lips. And so, a new conversation begun. "Tell me. Why did you ask?" "Well, Blade, my limo driver, admitted that no boy wants to be with me for my personality. I know I should resist, make them learn that I am beautiful on the inside as well, but I'm done with boys. I can't be in a relationship. I just want to meet them, and get it over with. I don't even care if they stare at my breasts now. I want them to. I'm done," "With boys that is," Gouden smirked, and clutched the glass even harder by now. Bun did not make a sudden move, for she was almost certain that the glass was to spill upon Gouden's bosom. Possibly even her lap, but that was not to be necessary at the moment. "Are you okay? It appears to be that your glass is cracking. Anger?" "Why nonsense," Gouden had admitted, and so the breaking of the glass had begun, and the wine did happen to spill over her bosom. Quite well actually. The wine had in fact spilled upon the white carpet below, and Gouden was certain that the spill would stain. So she did what any she-wolf would do. She leaned down on the ground, and used one hand to grab the corner of her silky green shirt, and wiped up the wine as best as she could, but it was like grape juice, and it would not come off all the way. "I am terribly sorry darling. I will have my carpet removers in here in a flash!" "There is no need for that. We might as well just cover it up in furniture. In the meantime, how about I get you a shirt," 'That would be lovely," Gouden waited patiently as Bun stood up, her back facing Gouden. She wrapped the quilt around her self like a towel, and walked down to the bathroom where she collected one of Josie's fancy night gowns. It wasn't the best, but it wasn't the worse. The gown had simply been cut, and everything had been exposed. Everything but the torso, and her breasts wasn't technically apart of that. "It's not perfect, quite exposing in fact, but I think it will hold for a night. It's not like father will come up here any time soon," "Thank you darling," Gouden smiled, and they waited for Josie to arrive back up the stairs, and so she did, with a bottle of champagne in one hand, and a rather large, silver tray with glass cups on top of them. "That is a rather large bottle. Where did you ever get the money to afford that?" "Gouden honey, Uncle owns a whole airport. I think he can manage buying a bottle of champagne. I suppose that you have found interest in that top? It's quite lovely isn't it?" "Well yes, but I just spilled a little wine. That is all. Besides, I will be out of here before you know it," "Oh honey, no you won't. You are staying the night. If father sees you, he might as well call the police," "Why is that?" Bun had nudged into the conversation, as she still stood with the quilt wrapped around her body. "Because, uncle has been trying to find the escorts of his town. Says that his clients won't spend their money at his agency. I really don't know where he comes up with all this stuff, but he never forgets a face," And so Josie began to serve the champagne. It was rather sweet, yet harsh against Bun's throat, for she had never drunken champagne, as she thought of it as a bad influence in her life, but now, there was nothing else to do. but drink. "Cousin, do you think you can sneak us some cheese and crackers. Maybe a few grapes while me and Gouden talk?" "Why of course not," Josie was just being polite, for she would usually have the butler, or even a maid get the platter. Gouden stared into Bun's eyes, quite abnormal, for she had not expected a wolf as shy as she to even ask a escort a question as strange as she had asked. "Let me be a escort," Were the words that had come out of Bun's lips. She was very certain, and very serious, or else she would not have stared back into Gouden's eyes, and she would not have faced her directly, nor stutter, in which she did not do. "Let me be a escort," "Bun, I am terribly sorry to say this, but if your father found out that you were taking a job in the business, he would send us all to jail. Don't think that just because he is your father, that he will protect you. They all let go one time or another, and it will happen in everyone's life. Same with mothers," "Well, I don't have one. I wouldn't be telling you this if Gloria was here, but she is not, so, I say once more....Let me be a escort," Gouden looked into her eyes once more with a smirk more then a smile or a nervous, questioning look. "Show me what you got," "W-What?" "Show me what you got. You don't think that we just let any old sag with rags for breasts into our company, do you?" "N-No," "Than take you clothes off and show me what you got. If you want the job, strip your self. It's not like a customer will pay us to have you stand in his office and admire his fish. I don't think you understand what this job offers. It offers pleasure. You get it, or give it," Gouden became rather feisty by now, but she was serious about this business. It was all for her love. Bun was in no need to strip, for she had already done so before, and after father and the cousins have arrived. All she needed to do was unravel the quilt, and let it fall to her feet like the gown had done. "Lets get this over with," "A-Alright," And so Bun had unraveled the quilt, and let it down to her feet. Her body was rather strange, yet beautiful. She had large full breasts, all natural, a slim waist, and nothing was wrong down below. Gouden stared at her body in aw. She hated to admit it, but it seemed as if Bun had such a natural body, better than her fake one. "Let me ask you a question," Gouden spoke, facing Bun. "Okay," "What's your specialty?"
Chapter FourChapter Three Drage Lands Bredolth held her wooden mug high in the air to celebrate the release of Smaile, her younger sister's drage child in the land of Drage. The beast was freed from the palace walls it did not stay fit in, and it was released from the Drage Lands, where it did not belong. The young dragon was not as brave, or a high quality dragon like the royals, nor was it the princeses real child in the first place. It, or he, was a mistake. "Let us celebrate the release of the drage child; for it was not high quality like us royals!" Bredolth stood up in her padded, pure silver armor and jugged down the vodka till her throat burned. "And let us say the sacred speech of Drage, that we may only speak of under Bredolth's order!" The dragon began talking about herself in a orderly state. ""Dyret barn er blevet befriet fra dette land, og er ikke længere inter jorden Drage fortjener ikke sådan en skændsel." A younger dragon had entered the room, only to hear the language of the dragons. For Bredolth was a rather feisty dragon, she still kept her order of being as polite as she was when one from the other side had arrive. She began whispering the danish words into the newer dragon's ears. "The beast child has been freed from this land, and is to no longer inter the land. Drage does not deserve such a disgrace," A dragon had stood up now, with his fellow peers, and they all began to speak their mind one by one, "Smaile, selv om hans navn er blevet givet til ham fra Zulu sprog, vil altid være en Drage i dette land. Hans pigge, på ryggen er endnu manlier, at nogen af vores have, og nogensinde vil blive. Vi vil, og ikke vil gå glip af skændsel!" "Spike, although his name has been given to him from the Zulu language, will always be a drage of this land. His spikes, upon his back are even manlier that any of ours have, and will ever be. We will, and won't miss the disgrace," She had whispered into his ear once more, giving him details as they spoke. "Gwendolth, mor til smaile, skal være glad, for hun ikke er. Vi vil gøre hende mærke vores handlinger, og at de er endnu bedre, end hun kunne have forestillet sig! Smaile hører ikke hjemme i dette land!" "Gwendolth, mother of Spike, should be happy, for she is not. We will make her notice our actions, and that they are even better than she could have imagined! Spike does not belong in this land!" "Stille!" The one voice that had not been in danish, nor Zulu yelled out into the crowd. As the many dragons peered their young, blind, and well scene eyes towards the sound of the voice, no one spoke a word but the king's daughter, Bredolth. "Father, you will see that our choices against Smaile were correct, and that we have not made a mistake. Gwendolth will soon realize that our choices will better the kingdom, in stead of death threats from the council!" "Din søster er deroppe welping på hendes hovedpude, for du har taget hendes Drage barn væk fra hende! Du skal skamme Bredolth!" The king had only been able to speak danish since he was a egg. Bredolth would have spoken out to the crowd, on what her father had been saying, but instead, she decided to keep it a secret, to shield the new dragon's ears from her father's harsh words. "I am fully aware of that father, but Gwendolth will get over it. Just like she got over mother. Now if you will please, exit this room right now," "Brendolth, jeg har aldrig haft en favorit barn, men nu ser jeg, at Gwendolth er den bedre. Jeg indsende dig til dit værelse lige nu unge dame," Brendolth had begun to get rather angry with her father. It was so intense that she had begun to curse in danish. Her father had not done such a thing like treated her as a child since long ago. "Far, må jeg være høflig, men jeg vil sige dette på den bedst mulige måde. Du kan gå kneppe dig selv. Jeg er ikke en ung længere," She had cursed about once, and turned away from her father. She breathed in, and let her her shark colored hair flow in the wind, as she stared out the window of the palace walls. There was nothing but silence, as her father had exited the room, and the sound of sobbing had stopped from the level above, where Gwendolth laid. "Please leave, for I have business to attend to with my father," Instead of grabbing another mug of vodka, Bredolth had stepped out of the room and up the steps to greet her sister, and father for a discussion, but she hesitated, and turned back only to step out of the palace and escape into the Drage Land with nothing but her horse and her silver armor, that could barley hold apart. It was simply only for show. By nightfall Bredolth sat on a nice log and stared into the fire with a mutton in her hand with it's juices flowing out, and the bones still attached. Like a real warrior, she liked her food fresh, and hand cooked. Nothing was in sight but the stars and the palace silhouette as it sat in front of the sunlight. It did not only block the view, but it gave a perfect view of her home, and where she had fled against he father's orders. Bredolth had taken off her silver padding, and set it aside on the log next to her as she tore through the mutton. She spilled the juices on her lap, and let it stay there till she had finished her mutton. By then all there was was a bone, with patches of meat strapped to it. To rough and hard to reach. "Eh Bredolth. I thought you and your gals were havin' a party up at the palace to celebrate Smaile's departure?" Another dragon of the town had spent the day in the forest, eating a mutton he tore off a mammal, and sat by the fire without speaking until now. "We were, then father got involved and ruined the whole thing. I drank all my vodka before he could even get to the second sentence in all that danish. "Well, you know, we could just get out of here. I know a girl down the hill, away from Drage. She has a hut and everything. We can sneak down there. I doubt she'll be back any time soon. She'll just be down at the river on a fishing trip for a week," "I haft to agree with you, but not at the moment," Bredolth laid her head on the log, and let her lets stretch as she stared into the sky with her hands under her head. "But first, gotta catch some rest. Can't have my horse be traveling now. Nearly traveled two miles," "Eh, sorry missy, but I don't think I can let you go and snooze just yet. We can either go to the cabin now, or we can travel back to your palace and face your father," Bredolth opened a eye, and stared at the other dragon, much older and wiser then she. "Who do you think your talking to?" "I'm talking to a sassy princess. Now we're going now, or I'll inform your father about your absence!" "Now, I may agree with the sassy, but I am not going back to the palace and that's final," "Well then, guess we haft to leave. I bet your father has sent a search party after ye' princess. I can already see the torches coming down this hill here, and they're coming fast," "Fine, but after this I simply must rest," Bredolth stood with a flare of her nostrils, and had put on her silver padding once more before climbing on her horse with the male dragon, and galloping down to the hut he had spoken of. As close as he made the hut sound, the journey was long, for the horse had to walk without the two, for he had run through a rather large puddle of mud that had gotten them all wet. Their boots, covered in mud crunched the leaves and sticks that had fallen off of the first sign of autum. Bredolth walked along the path besides the male dragon. She had never caught his name, but they had talked day after day since Gwendolth had given birth to Smaile. "Are we any close yet? I can see their torches even closer," Bredolth had stopped in her tracks, and yelled out to the male. "Yes. I can see her hut," Bredolth did not say another word after that, for that was the only thing she needed to know, and only thing she did want to know. The male dragon did not look back more than once to see how close the search party was, then he turned around till they arrived at the hut, that was slightly brutal by it's looks. On the other side, it was quite beautiful, but the door was jammed. No windows, nor chimney. "Dammit. The door's jammed!" "Yes, it is, but there is another option. There is a town by the name of Manehatten down the hill a mile or two away from here. I know a few wolves that own a company. They'll give you a bed, clothes, food, and they'll even be your guards if you want. So, we can stay here and sit by a jammed door, or head down the town were they'll never dare to go. "Deal," "I am terribly sorry Gouden, but I do not know what a specialty is, in what category?" Bun had spoke to Gouden with a questioned look as Gouden grabbed the quilt Bun had been standing in, and covered Bun up with it once more, slowly as she whispered the specialty's in her ear. "There is many darling. Fellatio, cunnilingus, where you will receive, or give, pleasure I suppose. You can dance on a pole just like your daddy disagrees with, or you can do the rest, which I will leave as a secret just for now. So if you will, choose, what is your specialty," "I am afraid I do not have one. I am simply just a virgin. No man I have never met has been worthy enough to make love with," "Well Bun, you will haft to do all of those nasty things you've disagreed with. In this job at least," Gouden came around Bun and hugged her from the back. She laid her hands on her covered breasts, and her head on her shoulder. "Plus, this isn't making love. It's making 'love' for money," Bun gasped, "what will the cost be?' "That all depends on you, and the buyer. With a body like that, I must say that you will get paid more than fifty bits honey," "Well then, I guess I must choose cunnilingus. If I can learn that is," "Oh; you will," Gouden paused for a moment and smiled as Josie walked in the room to see Gouden hugging her cousin from the back as Bun had a nervous, uncertain look. "Gouden, you didn't. Did you?" Josie new it all. "I sure did Josie. Looks like you and your cuz here will be in the same company. How about we get packed, leave father here for the night, while I go and teach Bun her soon to be specialty back at the place," "But what about Wit? Doesn't he need to be picked up?" "Why yes, but he's all the way in Fillydelphia. I can't just drive there in an hour. How about we go down there tomorrow after training," "Indeed," Bun because to fell quite awkward knowing that her older cousin, the one she thought of as a mother all most, had been performing cunnilingus, as well as fellatio on strangers for years, while her and father had thought nothing of her.
Chapter FiveChapter Four There was not much talk as the three, four if you counted Bow, talked about on the ride to the place, where Bun's training would begin. The streets around did not look very familiar, for it seemed as they were in Fillyfornia, according to all the photos Bun had seen. But Manehatten was simply to far for her to ever recognize the street, the style, the passion between the wolves. Bun was lost in her mind as Gouden continued to drive the jade Ferrari, the same color of her now stained shirt, across Manehatten. Bun, Josie, and Bow were now terribly far from home by now. They could not even see the rather large roof of the mansion, for the clouds, the trees, and the many double decker buses, red in particular, blocked their view from afar. Not many people were in the area, except for a young wolf in her teens rode on her bicycle, traveling aside from the Ferrari, on the same route Gouden had been driving upon. "Gouden," She yelled out to her. She stopped her bicycle from going any further by planting her feet upon the ground softly on the sidewalk, and waved to Gouden as the elder adult stopped the car, and looked at the she-wolf with a questioned look. "Tali, what are you doing? You know you can't come to the house," "I know, but no one has paid the bits, and they convicted the house," "Get in here," Gouden made room for Tali, and gave her some gum, like she had given to the others. "Why hello. I am Bun. Are you Gouden's daughter?" Tali laughed softly and held her hands over her stomach, slowly lifting them for she had just gotten a tattoo strong enough to bleed through the fir on her arms. "What are you? Elk?" Tali joked around about Bun's politeness. She had never seen, or met a wolf as nice or respectful as Bun, and she was almost certain she would not met another one once more. "Tali, be polite," Gouden started the car up once more, and left Tali staring back at Bun, Josie, and Bow, who where all quite shocked with Tali's attitude. Her outfit made way for it, for she had dressed like she pleased. Bun was quite shocked, for she mother had never accepted an attitude, or dress choice, much like Tali's grey sweat shirt, including her ears, both pierced at a maximum of five times. Each with a piercing starting up at one end, then going through the ear and out the other. It was all quite fasinating, for the piercings have been made by pure silver. Despite her rude behavior, the younger wolf spoke, "No," She sighed taking her beanie off revealing her blonde hair, cut fairly short, with a new, older style. The tips quite sharp, and the rest combed back with jell. "I'm just that kid that bothersome kid, too annoying for her own family to want her. I don't mind it. I mean, Gouden and Wit are an even better family than my real one," "You ran away?" Bun unbuckled her seat belt and leaned in, and faced Tali. "Eh. You could say that," "Well, why?" "My father was a drug dealer. My mother worked to much to care, and they barley had enough time to deal with a single kid, yet they kept making them, and they kept ignoring them," Tali stepped out of the car and put her beanie back on slowly. She looked back at the car, Gouden, Bun, Josie and Bow, and left them to drive off without her as she went to gather her bike. "I'll catch up to ya," She spoke to Gouden through the car window before running down the sidewalk. "Okay, pay up," A she wolf spoke to a larger male, taking large breaths, and combing her hair with her white fur codded fingers. "I don't have the pay," "Give me the fucking bits. I didn't come here to get a throat full of cum for nothing," "Don't worry Sweet Heart," The male grabbed the female and held her in his lap, staring into her eyes with a hand on her stomach,"My friend will be here in a little while with the bits. Aright?" "He better," The wolf by the name of Sweet Heart stood up and walked into the restroom to comb her hair, leaving the male sitting upon the bed with his legs spreed wide, to smoke some shisha with the girl. Sweet Heart stared at herself through the mirror. She was rather gloomy for the moment. This was not how she wanted to spend her life. She did not want to give pleasure. She wanted to receive it. Sadly, not a single customer has been very good at what they did, and not a single customer paid her the right amount without making her do more than they paid for. "Fuck this," Sweet Heart grabbed a towel that hung upon the shower curtain, and wrapped it around herself, covering her breasts. She walked out in confidence, and sat on the bed with her customer. "What's with the towel Sweet Heart?' "I'm not taking it off till I get the money bub," "Fine. But you know, you can make a little extra cash," Sweet stared into space and began to listen to his offer. "My friend bringing the bits, his wife is off in Fillydelphia. Won't be back for weeks, and you know. A stripper can't help him much. All they do is dance around. Not very impressive. You willing to earn some extra cash for some classic thrusting?" Sweet sighed. "How much?" "Well, he'll give you fifty bits for your work with me. You give him some work, he'll pay another fifty, maybe even more if you slack both of us off. You know. We both have work. It'll be nice to smoke some shisha. Just the three of us," "Fine," Where her final words, as she unraveled the towel and left it on the bed. She stared back at the male wolf with his legs wide apart. Wide enough for her to sit there to smoke while they waited for his friend. And so, she sat back up against his stomach smoking shisha, the both of them taking turns, while the wolf wrapped his leg around her's, hitting her in the groin with his foot, for he was quite flexible, and massaging her breasts with his palms. "So, I never got your name," "Blade," He spoke. She guess it made since for his white fur, and the many areas brushed to make the shape of ninja stars with sharp blades. He had red spots of fur around there as well. For this made the blade seem like blood. But it wasn't like gore. It was kinda nice. "Heh, I like your hair. The pink roots, highlights as well. They match perfectly with the blue ears," "Thanks, I guess," "What's wrong? Can't handle a compliment?" "I can, just never really got one. All the guys in the world only care for the body. Ya' know?" "I do. My boss's daughter. She's beautiful. Inside and out, but the only reason why people are actually polite when she's around, is because they want her fortune. Her body. Her dignity. They don't want her for her. I mean, I can understand why. She's beautiful. I would go after her if her father wasn't my boss, but she's amazing. She smiles widely. She's picky, she knows what she wants, and she rarely ever changes her mind. She used to be so confident in herself until her mother died. Told her to be proud. Her father's got her thinking that sex, or making love I should say, is bad," "Sex is life," Sweet Heart leaned against Blade and yawned. She was quite tired from staying up all morning treating him, and others. Her back was up against his chest while she stretched her legs out in front of her, and closed her eyes. "Your tired already?" "Honey, I've been up all morning, afternoon, I'm up everyday giving pleasure. Never getting it. Gets tiring after a while," "Well, what do you like?" "It's not that easy. It's the environment, everyone, thing, around you effects your pleasure level. No one has old fashioned sex anymore. Everyone goes to quickly. They turn you around after a while, and just let you lay there, do anything they want to ya. But you don't feel it because you don't care for anyone's crap anymore," "Why not just quit?" "Because I can't. It's not like any regular ol' gang bang Blade. This is a company. We get bits each day. How'd you think we pay for this mansion? We sign a contract to do anyone, and everyone's bidding, and they give us a mansion to sleep in, clothes, and food. We can't just leave," "Cause they'll kick you out?" "No. Because you'll be leaving your family. This place is like family to anyone that signs that contract. Gouden, the owner's girl, has an adoptive daughter named Tali. She's nice, she's sweet. She still has her real family, but she ran away from them. Got tattoos, baggy clothes. She even has men all over her," "Poor girl," "Poor girl indeed," Sweet yawned again, and by now she was nearly knocked out when the bits had arrived. "Well, well, well. Who is this sweet heart? Isn't she just adorable? Well bitch, you gonna give me an orgasm, or just lay there?" "Buru. Fuck off," "Doesn't the bitch want extra cash?" "Well, y-yes," "Then move and let me fuck her," Buru took the toothpick out of his mouth and stripped in front of the two. "I said fuck off. She's not in the mood," "Yea, because she's sleeping. Girl won't feel a thing. We'll fuck her, and leave this place without paying. We'll be gone before she notices. What do ya say pal?" "I say no," Blade kept Sweet in his arms, protecting her from Buru that stood besides them. Buru sat on the bed next to Blade, and stared at the girl with a smirk. He rubbed her cheek with his thumb, then slapped the girl unexpectedly. "That should wake the girl up. What'd you say?" It woke her up all right. She was rather mad, for she was barley awake. "Damn men's needs are always first," "Sure are. Now suck my cock," "Are you out of your mind ass face? I just woke up after you brutally slapped me," "Yea, I brutally slapped you so you could suck my cock. I can tell the world where your precious hide-out is. I can tell your boss that you refused to do my bidding. What do you say to that?" Buru clutched her chin in his hand, and stared into her eyes, talking to her in a harsh tone, spitting on her nearly every time he spoke. She did not speak from his rudeness. She sat where she was till he grabbed her shoulders and pulled her forward onto him. "Stop," Blade spoke. He got off of the bed, and walked around to where Buru was. He was now on the edge of the bed with Sweet Heart in his power. Blade grabbed Buru's shoulders, and pulled him back to the point that he fell on the red carpet below. "I thought you said this bitch would slack us both off?" "I did, but your just abusing your power with her Buru," Sweet Heart looked rather worried, for she had been in the same situation once before, "Stop fighting and give me the bits," "I ain't givin' you nothing till you suck my cock," Sweet Heart looked down and fiddled her thumbs. She got off the bed and laid down next to Buru who had Blade standing over his head. "Fine," She spoke. The two stood up. Sweet Heart stood in place, waiting for Buru to move her where he wished to move her. Which was where she was. He sat on the bed, and grabbed Sweet Heart's hands. He stroked them, then placed a hand upon her head and moved her down to his cock. He watched Sweet Heart clinch her fists tightly, then place them on Buru's man parts, and place her mouth up to her fingers, which were near the middle of his cock. She slowly moved in and out as she shivered from the coldness of the room, for it was now night, and the heater had been turned off moments before. The room was silent, silent enough to hear Sweet sucking on his cock fairly slowly. "Well Blade, get in here," He spoke to Blade who stood behind Sweet. He denied, and shook his hand, while Buru let cum go into Sweet's mouth. She gagged for it was not planned, and she pushed Buru back. Buru chuckled. "What? Can't handle a little cum?" Sweet tried to speak, for her mouth was full of the grown wolf's cum. "Tastes good doesn't it?" Buru teased. Sweet stared at him, stood up, and ran to the bathroom where she spit the cum out into the toilet. She walked back out, panting. "Give me the fucking bits and get out," "Now wait a minute, I didn't get a chance to eat pussy darling," "Get the fuck out!" She walked towards Buru and pushed him down on the bed. He laughed, getting up, and scratching his crimson coat. "You heard the girl. Get out," Blade took Sweet's side. He collected Buru's clothes, and threw them at him. "Fine, fine. But don't act like I won't be back," Sweet crossed her arms and walked to the back of the room. She grabbed the underwear she had started out with with Blade, and put them on. She threw her night gown over the clothing, and walked into the bathroom to rinse her mouth out with water. "You okay in there?" Blade put his ear up against the wall and listened to Sweet throwing up after pouring the water in her mouth. "Just fine," Sweet Stared at herself in the mirror. She placed her hand on the handle of a small knife she kept in there, and lifted it.
Chapter TwoChapter One His childhood, wasn't what you would call, spoiled. This particular pegasus pony was rather shy and often had combed his glorious mane with gel that had found out that it's job was to grease this little filly's mane. The gel never did get the little tyke dirty. Nor did his hair rub against his lovely light green and white scarf, and leave stains. He was perfectly clean. Day in, and day out. He never played with the other filly's in school, nor did he jump-rope, hop scotch, or build dirt cakes. But he was the perfect one to sit inside and drink a nice warm tea with the teachers. Ms. Improper to be particular was his favorite. Oh, how she would give him wonderful baby carrots with an apple or two, and they would sit, talk about the other children. They would mostly talk about the real housewives of ManeHatten. Boy oh boy. How feisty. Harmonic was the star of the party though. It was simply amazing how she kept herself young by drinking juiced carrots, but the important part was that she didn't need to cause much harm to the camera once more. Now, this child was strange. He loved fish, and so did his mother and father before his mother became an alcoholic, as well as his father which caused him his death, but his favorite type of fish was Cat-fish. He absolutally hated Salmon, but of course....that was the color of his coat, and the name of the pegasi. Now that Salmon is all grown up, so is his childish mother and everyone else that was a young tyke back then, he has found his specialty. Cooking Salmon. Yes, cooking salmon. The food critiques simply adore his salmon, but he shall not be able to feel what they are to feel. Because he hates Salmon. "Eh, Salmon. Ya mind scraping the crusty skin off of this here piece of fish?" "No can do William. I have other hungry customers 'ere, and I can't just stop the whole cooking process like last time. Nearly set the whole building on fire," "Did you now?" "I sure did. Can't let another bottle of scotch near the cooking station now these days. Why don't you ask Scallop to help you out. About time she helped out the elderly for once," "Oh Salmon. What would I ever do without you. I come here, sit down, eat a few skillets of fish, and now here I am talking to you while you have more hungry customers to serve. And remember Pupo, don't leave that kitchen once more, or, or heck! Who knows what could happen. I do. You'll burn the whole buildin' down. Now get back there so I can shovel some corn into my mouth!" And so William did. He shoveled that corn into his mouth like any other toothless elderly, and was proud of it. Just like the good old days when his ma would reward him with a moonpie him and his sister would share. Day by day the youngsters would take a bite, and by the fourth, the whole cake would be gone. They would wait for mother to go to the store, and during those long three hours to the store, they would hang out with the dogs, hand them their carrots, and they would be gone upstairs playing battleship. "Oh Scallop honey! William needs another moonpie!" William yelled out with a slight chuckle. He banged on the table, and even his nails would bang down and would strike back. He would end up with broken nails right after a healthy manicure. "I'm coming, I'm coming you old coot!" "Oh Scallop. I remember when you were just a foal with a dream to live in a condo, but instead, your here serving me a vanilla moonpie when I asked for chocolate...." William did not shout in rage that she had gotten his order wrong once again, but he politely smiled and added yet another chuckle for humor. "I know, I know. Can't wait to get out of this dump," "For what deary?" "So I can get away from you. That's what!" Scallop had given William his chocolate moonpie, and now she had waited patiently in front of him with a quite unpleasant look, and fixed her vintage apron. "My my Scallop. What color is that on your apron? Is it a red, a green, white,blue or black? Or is it simply crimson. Boy...I remember the days when the all the colors were simple. One red, green, blue, yellow, and not a single orange in sight!" "William you coot. May I remind you that your color blind? I doubt that you even got to know the good old fashioned colors. And of course orange was in sight. You just don't remember cause your face was in moonpie's all day," "Indeed. Now why don't you go take a break in the back darling?" Although William had annoyed Scallop day after day, he still enjoyed to give her a small tip of five dollars, which gave her thirty five dollars after a week, but if he was terribly sick every other month, than the money could wait. "Ey, Scallop, mind cleaning the tables instead of curving your fingernails for goodness sake!" "Why can't you do it!" "Because I'm back here scrapping the slabs of Salmon skin attached to the plate. Not much time for cleaning tables darling. Just get your work done and you can be down at the strip club in any minute now," Salmon teased while he shoveled the salmon into the trash like every other morning. "Oh Salmon....I can't even imagine why your so stressed day after day!" Scallop was now chin to chin with Salmon. Her legs were stretched out, as she held herself up on the counter with one hand, the other on Salmon's chin. She crossed her legs, still stretched out, and puckered her lips up for a sweet kiss like usual. "I have no time for kissing you ol' slut! I need to get this scotch down to ma!" "Your always delivery for your sweet granny fish darling. Why not take a break for once and get yourself fired from this joint!" "I don't think you understand Scallop. I need this job. I need to pay for ma's scotch and brandy, and as you can see, pa can't get it to her at the moment," "Well my brother never could feed the dogs when he was upstairs tearing apart Colta, but he managed!" "Well I'm sorry to say this Scallop, but I don't have a brother who dominated everything he touches," Scallop laughed with a long chuckled, and undid her bun. She shook her head around, watching her green hair flow, while Salmon ignored her for she was rather irritating and annoying. "God dammit Scallop! Just leave!" "As you wish."
