Author's Note

Contains explicit scene, slight domination and submission, and prostitution.

Edit (2014.1.25;02:20PST): Changed character name to Dew Drop.

1: 200 bits

Chapter 1

200 bits

Contains explicit scene, slight domination and submission, and prostitution.

It was another night indistinguishable from one another. The cold fall breeze swirled along the red brick walls of the tenements, and brushed against my indigo coat, sending chills into my spine. I tucked myself deeper into my Marc Neigh York coat, in hopes to withheld the wind as I walked along the stone slab alleyway.

It was another 2 a.m. weekday in Manehattan. Even though I was in the upper town area, the shop signs, caravan head lights and the lit up sky still illuminated the streets as if it was daytime. Red, orange and yellow, the shades of luminance casted a tangerine light onto the brick red walls of the buildings, and gave a flaxen hue to the pavement and the concrete motorway. Occasional hums of the motorized caravans echoed along the streets, reflecting on the building walls, disorienting myself in the city streets.

I took a turn into a back lane. It was littered with cardboard boxes and unwanted scrap papers, and the walls of the seven-story tall buildings were mounted with pipes and electric boxes. Wading through those, I eventually arrived at a simple wooden door on my right side, illuminated by a dim light bulb on top of it.

And standing next to the door was a mare. A mare I was looking for.

"Miss Amber, I presume?"

"And you are?"

"My name's Neon, my friend Exchange speaks fondly of you,"

She pondered for a while, which gave me time to admire her glossy, innocent rose red eyes. Her carmine mane casually curled around her neck. On her pink-coated body was a red silk dress with a tight corset, and on her hooves were crimson silk lingerie socks, accompanied by a set of golden hoof heels.

"Ah, him."

In such a cold weather, she was quite underdressed; in such a dark grey alleyway, she stood a contrast with her red-hued appearance. And in the faintest way, she reminded me of Dew Drop… I shrug the thoughts of her off.

"You dress pretty Miss Amber.”

She looked at me and smiled, “Of course I do.”

"And you have a beautiful mane too," I tried to add.

She chuckled, "My mane isn't so beautiful and tidy as you might think."

"Well from what I see, I beg to differ," I took the chance and inched closer, where I could start to see the blush on her cheek. "Unless, you'd like to prove me wrong."

"Oh Mr. Neon, I bet you'd love to," she shifted and looked at me in the eyes, while running a hoof along my mane as well. Her sultry eyes were staring at me, as if evaluating me to be worthy or not her caressing. She licked her lips as her hoof landed on my shoulders, and while she had her smile faded ever so slightly, she added, gracefully.

"What motivates you to travel so deep into town? To find me, specifically?"

"Because you are exactly what I want. You're beautiful, charming and, not to mention, sexy."

She chuckled and lifted her hoof away from me, saying, "Oh Mr. Neon, I'm flattered. You wouldn't have come if I weren't sexy would you?"

I grinned, "Maybe. You never know." I leaned closer at her ears, sniffing her mane. I smelled fragrance of L&A's rose petal shampoo, Carousel's latest perfume, and also a slight hint of musk. I hovered my muzzle an inch in front of the outer folds of her ears, breathing into her auditory canal. She made an ever so slightly whimper and flicked her ears. And as my muzzle hanged lustfully, I said.

"Shall we?"

She moved away to face me, once again looking into my eyes. Her sultry smile was replaced by a lustful, yet pretending grin. She replied.

"Follow me."

I watched her as she slowly trotted towards the wooden door. The shift of her body as she twisted the door knob revealed a pair of pink-toned wings tucked under her dress. A pegasus; a pegasus mare especially, they were the cutest and most prurient mare you could hope for in bed. Just like Dew Drop… who is one I didn't want to think of.

We walked pass the wooden counter next to the door and the fat grey stallion behind it. He was watching me with forbidding eyes, probably checking me against the blacklist in his mind. We took a turn and climbed the oak stairs to the second level. I eyed Ms. Amber’s posterior throughout the time. Her translucent silk would reveal so faintly the crevice on her back, as her butt cheeks swayed from side to side ever so slightly as she walked. I held my drool and lust back, trying to save them for the later events in this evening. Thus I eyed the surroundings instead of her gorgeous, vivacious body.

We stood in front of another wooden door, the third to the right from the stairs to be exact. It was barren, worn and unwaxed, and the only decoration worth mentioning was the door sign "161" placed at eye level. Amber swayed her head back and looked at me playfully, while fumbling her key into the keyhole in the process. With a mumbled click, the door swayed open, revealing a compartment of similar decor and cleanliness as the hallway we were in. While I was eyeing the space, we were already inside Miss Amber's boudoir.

"Just leave it on the counter." she recited as we walked further inside. The room's layout was more like a hostel than a lady's suite. A simple queen-sized bed which took most of the room's space; a medium-sized window half covered with curtain, looking through the neon signs to the other tenements across a narrow road; and a kitchen counter standing in front of the main door were pretty much it. Miss Amber went through a door to the lavatory while I was getting accustomed to the unadorned chamber.

I dropped 200 bits onto the counter, slipped out of my trench coat and stretched my hooves in front of the bed, imagining what I'd be doing for the rest of the night. I watched the bed while my mind was already playing sounds of it squeaking and us the two ponies moaning out our carnal desires. The image of Miss Amber's soft pink fur reflecting the colored lights from the neon sign as I plundered my stallionhood into her mare canal, pumping in rhythm to juice out lustful moans from the pegasus, made my sheath twitched in anticipation. I'd rock my rod hard and deep inside her foal maker, banging her cervix again and again, forcing her to squeal and writhe in agony and sexual pleasure…

Just like Dew Drop.

Miss Amber got out of the lavatory and stood by the door with a pair of concupiscent eyes. She has removed her pink corset and dress, and was only wearing her set of lingerie socks, which fit tightly along her hooves and along her body curves. She peeped at the counter and the bits on them, then looked at me with a dry smile.

"What keeps you inside your clothes still?" she cooed.

"Well I'd like to leave the honor to you, of course."

She walked gradually to my front, then looked at me with the most sincere and rheumy eyes this evening, while brushing my mane gently with her hooves. Her hooves gradually travelled downwards and towards my chest, over the collar of my sky blue shirt and onto the knot of my indigo tie. She fumbled awhile and unknoted the cloth, then gently slid it away from my chest. She licked her lips and rested her hooves on my pectoral girdle, delicately unbuttoning my shirt one button at a time. As her hooves travelled lower and lower, as more and more of my chest fur was revealed, her face blushed redder and redder. Although Amber must have much experience in treating a stallion's body, her timidness and fragility still made her look novice in this business. Yet, it was her timidness and fragility that attracted me the most — an innocent mare, even if it's just her spirit left that was innocent — to be able to rut and deplore her fragile body made me twitch in anticipation.

As the last button was undone, she tucked the shirt and pulled it off me. Staring at my indigo chest inches from it, she blushed. She then circled her hooves on my shoulder and looked at me with her playful eyes, wearing a flirtatious grin on her face. But business was business, and we had so little time. I nudged her head down and pushed it towards my stomach. As if on cue, she understood my intention and graced herself forward, approaching the sheath located between my hind legs. The tip of my penis was prodding its way out, but nonetheless it wasn't at all erect. This didn't get untreated for long however, as Amber took the matter to her tongue.

She gave a tentative lick to the tip of my delicate organ, eliciting a soft groan from me. She gave another lick to it, this time slower and gentler, savoring my pheromones on the prod. I could sense my cock growing larger at each lick she gave, and as my ring of flesh went pass my sheath, she began to lick from the tip all the way to the base of my penis. I groan in pleasure as she delicately brushed along my sensitive skin with her agile tongue, giving small squirms of reflexes from the sensation. From my point of view, I could see her lower back and her tail, which was gently flicking in front of my eyes. She wriggled a little and inched further, moving her entire body further down. What I instantly felt was a tunnel of moist and warm flesh rubbing down my shaft. I gave an audiable sigh as my carnal crave was relinquished at the very instant. I looked at the end of her spine while I enjoyed the sensation of her wet muzzle sliding up and down my prod, sucking it delicately, and occasionally giving it an extra care with her tongue.

Her tail flickered less when she unexpectedly lunged forward, gulping my entire 20 inch into her mouth. Or, at least she tried. Her epiglottis was blocking my insertion half way.

Of course I had more than she could swallow.

She gagged a little, but continued her tending my prod anyway. I wish she could take it all in though, I loved the idea of feeding a mare with my genital and blocking her breath. The dominance and the filly's writhing motions always excited me. However, at such a low rate I paid and the fact that her timidness made up for her inability, I wasn't going to linger on this matter.

Nevertheless, she made up by fondling my jewels with her hoof. Her gentle massages were very soothing and enticing, which made her blowjob more effective on my libido. However, when she returned to her regular sucking and licking, I couldn't help but noticed her cutie mark.

It was a jade bracelet.

So similar to Dew Drop's…

I did wonder, what was her special talent? How did she end up with this line of work? And why was her cutie mark so similar to… I was curious now. I… I touched her cutie mark with my spare hoof while she continued to suckle and throb at my cock. I traced the outlines and details of the picture on her smooth, curvy flank, admiring and involuntarily comparing it to my memories. Such a beautiful shades of green. It only belongs to the most beautiful mare…

My prod left her warm oral embrace for a slight moment, signaled by the tingling breeze on my wet penis. She cupped my jewels as she took her momentary break, and said.

"What attracts you back there?" she asked in a playful, curious tone.

"I… I was admiring your cutie mark. It's beautiful."

She was still for fraction of a second.

"Well, thank you Mr. Neon. Usually… others'd just bite it, spit on it and call me a slut." she returned to her usual licking and sucking, but this time softer and shallower to maintain conversation.

I did feel sorry for her. Even though I was here to pay her for sex, I was still a pony with senses.

"That's harsh."

"That's life."

She gave a last long lick along my shaft and climbed away from under my belly. She stood in front of me, licking her lips as to savor my scent, then rested her hooves on my shoulders, eyeing me with an arch smile.

"C'est la vie."

"I didn't know you can speak fancy." I nuzzled her mane and nudged her towards the bed.

"Well, I need to cater foreign ponies some times, don't I?" She smiled and moved towards the bedside, holding my shoulders.

I grabbed her and pushed her onto the mattress coarsely, then flopped her up towards the bed rest. She was laying on her back under me, wings spread out unintentionally, and a bit surprised.

"Oh Mr. Neon, what do you have in mind?"

"A lot of things." I answered while I rub myself up and down her body desperately, trying to savor the feelings of her soft pink fur on mine as much as possible. "I need you."

She didn't answer, but she moaned helplessly as I rubbed her fragile body unrelentingly. She struggled but did not push me away, only writhing under me as I boldly pressed myself onto her soft chest and belly, salvaging every piece of her flesh with my hooves. I desperately kissed her cheek and muzzle, smooching her beautiful face as much as I could.

I could sense her worry and refusal, but I couldn't stop myself from enjoying every part of her. I paid for the right to fuck her, and I hadn't broken any rules. Her struggle has lessen, but the faintest stiffness of her cautious body has been blocking my advance.

To diplomat out of the situation, I offered a gesture of good will by slowing my exploration. I wasn't here to hurt you filly, I just need your body. I shifted my concern from my own pleasure to hers temporarily, gently circling her chest and trying to soothe her mind. I nibbled her neck sensually, tuning down her wariness by pleasuring her fine body.

Mares love being touched, it was like a direct passageway left by the creators towards their pleasure. She wimpered and let out soft moans as my muzzle toured around her soft silk-like fur, enjoying her taste, savoring the gentle breathing motion of her chest and the vital warmth of her body.

Then an idea hit me. I traveled my hooves towards her wings, gently circling the muscles near her scapulars, making her twitch in aching joy under my sensual touches. And right when I hit one soft patch of skin, she instantly jolted and yelped helplessly. I've found the special sensitive point at the wing base of every pegasus.

By the time I was done exploiting her weakness as a pegasus, she was already glowing in lust. She was panting and sweating, and looking at me with a pair of half open, lascivious eyes.

I carefully spread open her hind legs. Under the gentle mellow glow of the neon signs, I could see the soft glistering wetness on the folds of her slit. I could see the moistened fur around her labia, coaxing my hard erection to explore the deep cavern of her love canal. The bare flesh of her sex were flushed and ready, just as her mind was ready as she looked at me with pleading eyes.

She wanted me to go further, to take the main course, but she was too shy and ashamed to ask me for it. This was understandable. To feel wrong and humiliated by selling their own sex while feeling great from all the rutting must be some advanced doublethinking.

However, I didn't want to give in so easily. I casually whiffed at the scent of her love juice: a soft acidic smell, with a strangely intoxicating pheromone that was both technically pungent yet decently arousing. Should I opt to give it a taste? Or should I grind it, to make her whimper even more?

I decided, considering my position as I was towering over her, to gently grabbed my hard erection and slowly lowered it onto her glistening sex. She watched my actions with a pair of hazy, pleading eyes as my member delicately landed on her labia. "Rut me, please," her eyes were begging, but I had better plans. I slowly rocked my body front and back with my rod on her cooter, slowly rubbing on top of her sensitive folds. She started to softly moan, and so did I, as my own sensitive shaft once again received sensual stimulation from Miss Amber's fragile, delicate body.

As I raised my speed, so did our rate of moaning. I was panting a little from the unusual rate of exercise, and she was mildly writhing to try and get more action from me. It must be agonizing to be teased this way while she was already aroused. She must have wanted me inside her very bad, wanted me to bring her more pleasure by fucking her hard and deep inside her eager womb. My doing must be so frustrating for her to bear, as Miss Amber confirmed my hypothesis herself.

"Please… Mr. Neon, I… I can't take it anymore… please put it in me…"

"Look me in the eyes and beg for it."

She tried to shift her head and open her hazy eyes at me. She begged softly and embarrassedly.

"Please, I… I want your big, hard cock inside me and fuck me."

So I did. Without a word I reared back and aimed my cock at her vaginal opening, and slammed my entire meat into it.

"Ahh…" she cooed.

It was a completely new sensation. The warm wetness of her inside gave me a dirty, exciting stimulation. Her wall gently pulsated due to reflexes. The sensation of looking at her blissful face and feeling my cock deep inside her body turned me on so much.

I let out a deep growl and started to rock slowly. The feeling of her folded vaginal walls rubbing my rod was even more amazing. As my penis was pulled out with only the tip inside, the cool air breezing my soaked member posted a stark contrast with her warm wet womb, which made me even more eager to fuck her. Each thrust and pull sent jolts of ecstasy through my engorged cock to my entire body. It sparked my urge to rut even faster and harder like a red flag to a raging bull.

So I did. Quickly I picked up my pace. Now I was really fucking her. I growled from the exercise and from the raw excitation flowing through my penis. She was yelping and screaming from all the fast motion, overwhelmed by the steaming senses glowing from her lower parts. I was grunting and sweating from the thrusting, as I was determined to wreck this fragile marehood with all the carnal strength I could possibly conjure. The air was filled with our musk and sexual moans. The bed was squeaking from all our mating motions. And our sweat and bodily fluids glistered under the violet and magenta glow of the neon sign outside.

I could feel a pressure building within me, and so did she, I believe. Her expression was enticing, as she has lost her motor skills with her whole body engulfed by sexual excitement. She couldn't move her muscles, as they were completely locked up by the sexual euphoria coming from my hard, powerful thrusts. She was a true beauty; helpless and fragile, defeated by the power of lust and sexual stimulation, on the verge to defenselessly squirt and cum, and, most of all, basked in the euphoria of sex, my sex. She couldn't help but love and need my fucking to sustain herself. She couldn't, and wouldn't have me stopped now.

Just like Dew Drop.

Oh Dew Drop…

I growled and grunted. I rocked my pelvis as hard and fast as I could get. The distinctive slaps of our body colliding echoed around the room. She was having too much to be able to scream anymore, as her muzzle was stuck agape, eyes staring at nowhere. I gripped her shoulder hard and wrecked her cunt with my cock while moaning out loud. My horn was involuntarily sparkling with a sky blue color; as her wings were fully stretched. Everything was a blur. Nothing mattered but the tight spasms of her vagina begging for my huge hot load of cum. I could feel the euphoria within my penis. I closed my eyes. I screamed.

Dew Drop!

I transcended into a different level of sensation as my sexual pleasure was released in a powerful orgasm. Like being on a roller coaster I could not cry or comprehend but to feel the euphoria of shooting and plumeting through pleasure and sensation. Loads after loads of thick, boiling cum shot from my penis deep into her squeezing, pulsating womb. My pleasure was released as pulse after pulse of her contractions coaxed my delecate organ to spray batch after batch of my essence into the mare underneath me. I could not sense anything else in the world but the spirit and life flooding through our connected sex. For a whole minute I could only bask in the pleasure and beauty of our orgasms together. For a whole minute I came, pulsating inside her womb.

I lay myself next to her, cuddling her tightly. My penis was still inside her sex, while the excessive semen has overflowed and smeared onto our privates. I could smell the pungent musk of my seed inside her, filling her, within her, feel the steadying breathes of her afterglow, and see the relieve and fragile bliss on her face. The neon lights casted a blue-violet shade over our intertwined bodies as we coupled for the longest of time, motionless, basking in the afterglow and the company of each other.

Sometimes later, I sat up. I looked at her curling up and the smear between her thighs. Her tail gently flickered, and I gave her and her beauty one last look and smile. I stood up and went to grab my coat and belongings, before turning my head away and saying my farewell.

"Thanks, Miss Amber. You were lovely."

Without paying much attention to her reply, I set my way for departure. I opened the door and gave a slight pause, before walking out and closing it behind.

The deed was done. My pain was mended. My lust was satisfied.

I walked down the wooden stairs and passed by the counter. The stallion gave me the same stern look as I walked pass him. But I didn't give him much thought. I opened the door and walked back into the city again.

The world was still in its slumber. The night breeze was still strong. The neon lights still cast an unforgiving shade to the environment, but it's unmistakable that the blue hue of dawn was gradually seeping through the city. I followed the alleyway into the driveway. It was 5 in the morning. I was tired, but I have some work to finish. So I set my destination and pulled up my collar, and walked towards the sunrise.