Making One's Own Way

by Final Cut

Rating: mature
Tags: Other, Sex, Coco Pommel, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
Length: 2122

In which Ms. Pommel turns to general sluttery, for my own amusement

Coco decides that it's time she cast off the shackles imposed upon her by Suri and make her own way in Manehattan! This, of course, leads directly to more shackles.

Shameless clopfic, you've been forewarned, yadda yadda yadda plot.

Published 2014-01-30 16:30:03 UTC
Last updated 2014-01-30 16:30:03 UTC

Entertainment

*click*

Coco shuddered slightly as the last cuff snapped into place, the chill of the metal making her coat stand on end. A rigid bar separated the two rear cuffs, forcing her legs apart in a mildly uncomfortable manner. She distracted herself with thoughts of what would come after, the opportunities this would bring. In her mind she could see the glitz and glamour of high society, though in reality she'd been blindfolded. The covering only made everything else feel all the sharper, the biting chill from an open window emphasizing the warm and heavy breath across her flank.

"My... I am so glad we were lucky enough to have you for this." A stallion's voice, low and raspy, as if the owner spent his mornings garbling charcoal. "You will go great places from here, Ms Pommel." A gulp, and a nod from the bound mare. That was the promise. That was why she'd applied for such a position, after all. Staying with Suri wouldn't really be an option after she quit, and her last work designing costumes hadn't panned out. But she swore to herself, she'd make her own way in this town, and that all started with getting a hoof in the door. Most ponies accomplished this by starting as an assistant, fetching coffee, doing the hoofwork so that designers could focus on their art. Or in this case, serving as "Entertainment" for the more important clientele.

A second bar ran along the floor, linking the cuffs on her front hooves to those on her rear. Coupled with the strip of leather attaching her tail to her neck, it exposed her completely. That breath along her flank shifted, so slightly, and for a moment drifted across her engorged and glistening lips. She shuddered. The linking bar wasn't quite as long as her body, making her pull her front hooves back and lean forward slightly to remain comfortable. Her new employer, master chuckled at the motion, glad to see the set up worked as he had intended.

"Not to worry Ms. Pommel. Your new clientele will arrive soon enough. And as hard as it is to resist ruining you before they get a chance-" The breath changed to a deep inhale as the stallion took in her scent, smiling subtly. "-I must be a good host first. I expect you know what you are to do?" A somewhat nervous gulp was apparent before the entertainment replied.

"Y-yes Mis- I mean, master." Coco stuttered, but a crimson blush across her cheeks betrayed how she really felt about the situation. Later on she'd tell herself that this was an act of necessity, a last resort to get another shot of making her own name, or at the least, an act of desperation. Perhaps the last was true. Coco was not here to get a hoof in the door, she wanted this, badly. To be used as little more than a toy by the ponies she so admired... she was already soaked at the thought of it, and the chuckle of her employer signified that it was not unnoticed.

"You catch on quickly, Ms. Pommel. That enthusiasm will take you far in this town. Now if you'll excuse me, I have last minute preparations. Don't move." Hoof steps faded away as the sound of self induced laughter echoed through the halls, leaving Coco alone until the guests arrived. The only thing occupying her mind at the moment was that he'd neglected to close the window. The cool breeze about her body was such, such cruel teasing to her, and she whinnied and whined as she waited for her opportunity to serve.

'Last minute preparations' soon became almost an hour of waiting in blissful agony, her juices overflowing from her snatch and creating a slow stream of marecum running down her hind leg, wetting her fur before starting to pool onto the floor. Had she not known she must be composed, she might've screamed, but was forced to bear her pleasurable torture until the ring of the doorbell signified that the clients had finally arrived.

"Ah! Wonderful, you're right on time, as I'd expect from a stallion such as yourself." Her employer cheerfully opening the door, and the sound of hoof steps approaching as the guest was ushered quickly inside. "Come, we have much to discuss for the upcoming line. Coco heard the door click shut and the hooves grow louder as they came to the doorway of her room, wiggling her rump a bit at the pointed she guessed they were approaching her.

"Oh my." The newcomers voice was much higher than her employers, perhaps not a soprano but surely not far off. His tone however was much more bemused than excited. The steps grew louder as he quickly approached, stopping just behind her. "The entertainment tonight is quite excited, isn't she?" A hoof ran across her flank, pushing in firmly as he took notice of the small puddle formed beneath her. "Yes, I think she wants this very badly... And such a cute mare too. Tell me, was she expensive or simply desperate for a good fuck?" The foul language was accompanied by a soft slap to her flank, causing her to shudder again. She'd been told not to speak, though her thoughts ran wild. Both stallions laughed.

"Earlier I may have been inclined to tell you she wasn't cheap, but come to think of it she wasn't very expensive either. So willing and enthusiastic too... Perhaps you are right." He made his presence known at the front of the bound mare, stroking her cheek gently before planting his hooves on her shoulders so that he could stand upon his hind legs. Coco could smell the musk coming off him, the heavy odor sending a chill through her as she easily guessed what it's source was. "Though for now, I think we must focus on business."

"Indeed. Lets." Immediately, Coco felt the guest prop himself up by her flanks, quickly aligning himself with her waiting snatch and rubbing the head of his member against her lips. She failed to suppress a frustrated moan, leaning back into his member in desperation. They were entirely right, she wanted this. Badly. Though if the stallion was aware, he made no sign of it. "Now, I believe we were to discuss the upcoming Fall line?"

"I believe so, yes." Coco cod barely stand the teasing, having already been forced to wait so long for this, and now they were talking a if she wasn't even there, like she just another piece of furniture; Only there to make them more comfortable. It was absolutely terrible, degrading even, but all she cared for at the moment was having that thick cock deep inside her. Thankfully, it was at that moment the stallion obliged. "That new designer from Ponyville seems to have had an effect on the landscape"

"She certainly- Ahhhh..." He moaned softly as the walls of Coco's pussy squeezed around his member, sending waves of pleasure through his body as it tried to pull him in deeper. "A-Apologies. The entertainment is a bit better than the last one..." Said entertainment's mouth hung open in a continuous moan as the stallion began to move, slowly pushing until his balls hit her and pulling back out again, doing his best to retain composure as he fucked the mare.

"Fuckmefuckmefuckmefuckme." Said mare however was not as composed, grinding back into his cock with every thrust and cursing under her breath. Every push in sent her into bliss, and every pull out only left her wanting more, pushing back as if she'd die without that cock inside her. Of course, between the grunting of a stallion struggling to bury himself and the moans of the mare he was burying himself in, business became somewhat difficult to discuss, much to the annoyance of Coco's employer.

"Better or not, she's a fair bit too loud." Taking advantage of her constant moans, he thrust his member into her throat, taking little care for her comfort or pleasure as his sack slapped into her. Though his counterpart felt thicker, his member reached easily to the back of Coco's throat and further, effectively gagging the mare as he began to thrust into her throat. "Now, back to the fall line..."

The two stallions continued to discuss upcoming business as they spitroasted Coco, never again acknowledging her after her initial outburst. Her employer made her to gag and choke constantly on his member, the convulsions of her throat spasming and swallowing eliciting grunts and groans from him, though they were never allowed to be more than hiccups in the flow of conversation. On occasion he would slow his movements, Coco taking the opportunity to properly service him. She bobbed up and down on his cock, her tongue swirling around his member as she worked him over.

Meanwhile his guest continued to thrust into Coco's eager snatch, causing her to moan constantly around her employer's cock as her pussy was abused by the eager stallion. She wasn't exactly the most experienced with stallions, few enough that she was still nicely tight for the one mounting her, though enough that she was somewhat prepared for the hooves grabbing hold of her head and her employer shoving his member as deep as it would go.

A torrent of cum quickly filled Coco's throat, seed flowing into her mouth as the stallion pulled back enough that she could feel his cockhead flaring in her muzzle, filling her mouth with his cock and making her taste his seed. Coco swallowed it eagerly until the softening member was pulled back again, straying her face with his cum. The sight set off the stallion rutting her as well, her snatch filling with warmth until overflowing and mixing with her own fluids on the floor. Her tunnel convulsed and squeezed around the member, milking the guest for all he was worth.

Coco spent the next several hours being rutted by the two stallions as the meeting wore on, the two occasionally switching positions and wholes as they discussed the upcoming season. Her throat being filled again as they discussed the possibilities of new styles, her employer taking a turn in her snatch as the influence of new designers was considered, the guest taking her virgin plothole as they mulled over new color schemes. By the time the meeting had ended and the sun had fallen, she was an absolute mess; Her own fluids mixed with theirs in puddles beneath her and her coat was matted and discolored by cum. Each of her holes dripped more from her as she moved, her once pristine mane and face splattered with filth, and only now finally getting a chance to catch her breath as her employer unbound her.

"Well done Ms Pommel, well done. I think I'll have to invite you to the Saturday meeting as well." He removed Coco's blindfold and she took in the scene around her. The guest had left, well satisfied with the progress of the day. Her employer's member hung flacid beneath him, dangling as a sort of perverted pendulum. She blushed looking about her, seeing all the defilement and mess around her bounds.

"I didn't get too carried away, did I? I know I wasn't to speak..." The stallion just laughed as he handed her a bag of bits and began to lead her to door. Maids would take care of the mess she was leaving behind, though a shower would have to wait until Coco got back home.

"I don't believe he much mind. I think we'll both be quite happy to see you again. Now, off you go." A rough shove forced her out the door and out into the street, still splattered with the remains of the days work. The door was closed quickly behind, leaving Coco to walk back through he streets as is, covered in seed. Degraded, humiliated, and left with a feeling rather unfamiliar to her. Perhaps it was shame, perhaps it was excitement, but she came to the same conclusion either way.

She couldn't wait to go into work again.

Author's Note

I think... I think I could've made this better, and the clop scene definitely left a lot to be desired, along with being far too short. A lot of me said to take some more time, go back, add a bit more, but most of me said this was a stupid thing for fun (And a bit of practice with description) and I wrote it until it started being more of a chore. Don't think I do well from the mare PoV. Ah well. There's a fic. Thanks for reading.