Business is Business
Midnight Charm was at her usual Friday-night location: the shadows behind “The Romp” strip club of downtown Ponyville. It was late fall and she was shivering in shimmering scarlet dress that he made her wear. The pegasus’ maroon fur stood on end as the cold wind caressed her. She hated this business, but every other talent she had tried she failed at. What the hell does a broken-heart cutie mark even mean?
Although she was cold, she couldn’t just leave. Midnight knew her pimp was watching. She didn’t need to see him to know that he could always see her. Earlier that night he had told Midnight that she had a new client meeting her here at eleven. She checked the small plastic watch on her foreleg. The digital timepiece read 11:06. She shivered again. But just as she was giving up, a figure, barely visible in the dark shadows, began trotting towards her. Midnight lowered her head submissively, dreading what was to come. The voice she heard next shocked her.
“A-are you t-the…” a mare murmured softly in the dark, sounding embarrassed.
Midnight’s eyes went wide as she realized that this was tonight’s client. In her four years of prostitution she had never once made love to another mare. She didn’t think any mares in this town would even buy whores like her.
But business is business.
And Midnight knew the price of resistance.
“I am,” Midnight stated, her voice monotone, “My name is Midnight but you may call me whatever you like.”
The other mare, her voice saturated with nervousness, asked “Um...can we talk at my house...I’m freezing.”
The two began walking. When they had reached the street, Midnight could see the other mare quite well. She was a teal blue unicorn, with a dark blue mane swirled with white, and an hourglass displayed on her flank. They walked the entire way to the unicorn’s house in complete silence, although for Midnight it wasn’t very awkward, those walks were common for her.
When they came to a small wooden door, the blue unicorn pulled out a key and unlocked it, throwing the door open and letting out an extremely shaky “Ta-Daaa.” They both stepped inside, the other mare trotting in before midnight to turn on the light. Midnight was amazed. It was nothing like what she was used to. She had gotten so accustomed to dirty clothes on the floor, half-eaten food left on counters, the lingering scent of giving up in the air. But this house was pristeen. Every inch of the space was immaculate and the scent of mint was all-encompassing.
The unicorn closed the door. “H-hey, umm, so my name is Colgate,” the blue mare began. “I hope it’s...I mean…” Colgate stumbled for the right words but decided to just let her thoughts drift off.
Midnight had seen this nervousness in a few stallions before. She pulled closer to Colgate, resting a hoof on the unicorn’s shoulder and whispered seductively “It’ll be fun.”
The words sent a chill down Colgate’s spine and she whispered back, “Follow me.”
The two mares made their way down an orderly hall to a bedroom that was, like everything else in this house, perfectly neat. In the center of the room was a bed just large enough to fit them both. Colgate reclined on the mattress and Midnight made a show of slowly taking off her dress and dropping it on the floor. She took a long look at Colgate. She really was beautiful, and Midnight loved the bright pink blush on her cheeks.
She crawled onto the bed, opposite Colgate. Her hoof stroked back Colgate’s swirly mane and Midnight connected their lips. The sensation was amazing. Midnight never remembered feeling like this before. Colgate had began pulling her closer, the kiss growing deeper as their tongues slid against each other. Midnight’s hoof began running down Colgate’s breasts and Colgate broke the kiss. It wasn’t until then that Midnight realized her eyes had closed. She opened her eyes enough to see Colgate through the haze.
“You okay, baby?” Midnight asked, her voice maintaining its seductive tinge.
Colgate’s response was choked. “Y-you’re my first...”
Midnight felt something strange inside of her. Not sadness, happiness, nor anger. She felt...pity. Pity that this unicorn, this beautiful unicorn, had to buy a prostitute in the first place, even more pity that said prostitute was going to be her first sexual experience. Midnight felt dirty. She wrapped her hooves around Colgate in a warm embrace. Her voice went soft. “Sweetie, just tell me if you want to stop, I’ll refund you with my own money.” She knew that meant she wouldn’t eat for a day, but something about this mare stopped her from caring about herself.
Colgate shook her head no. “G-go on…”
Midnight hadn’t heard a voice so weak since the time she met Fluttershy at the bunny races. But business is business and the customer is always right. She kissed down to Colgate's neck. I must be doing something right she thought as she noticed Colgate’s heightened breathing. Midnight slid a hoof up her impermanent lover’s thigh. Colgate closed her eyes in anticipation. A marron hoof glided over a blue sex. Colgate’s breath caught in her throat. Midnight nipped at Colgate’s ear as her hoof dug slowly into the virgin mare’s pussy. Colgate let out a squeal of pleasure and her heart raced. Something about this experience made Midnight giggle. She began sliding her hoof deeper, and the happy squeals turned to slightly uncomfortable moans as Colgate’s tight walls stretched to accept the hoof. After a small bit of time coaxing her hoof deeper, Midnight felt Colgate’s hymen. She whispered in her oh-so-tempting voice that could draw you into anything, “This will hurt a little,” and, without giving the mare any time to prepare herself, Midnight gave one last nudge with her hoof and took Colgate’s virginity. Tears streamed down Colgate’s face as Midnight pulled out her hoof, wiping it clean on the sheets.
Midnight kissed Colgate’s lips gently. “Now was that too bad?”
Colgate shook her head, a smile spreading across her face. Midnight giggled and began kissing Colgate more aggressively. In their make out, Midnight lifted herself onto Colgate, their chests pushing against each other. Midnight lowered herself so their sexes touched. She felt Colgate tense slightly below her. Midnight started to grind on her beautiful client. She was bewildered by the feeling. She found herself moaning for the first time that night. Colgate also seemed to be enjoying, judging by her gasps and squeals each time Midnight rubbed her now dripping cunt on Colgate’s. The grinding intensified and Midnight felt herself on the edge of an orgasm. Colgate’s eyes were shut and her squeals grew louder. After a few more hot pounds of their pussies Midnight felt the warm wet sensation Colgate’s cum on her legs and underbelly as the mare under her screamed with pleasure. Midnight couldn’t help herself anymore. She pulled Colgate in to the hottest kiss of the night as she released her orgasmic fluids all over her partner. She collapsed onto the bed beside Colgate, both of them panting heavily.
“Wow!” Colgate exclaimed breathlessly.
“Worth your money?” Midnight said with a playful nudge.
Colgate just gave a light chuckle and nuzzled into Midnight’s chest. “I love you, Midnight…” Colgate yawned, drifting off to sleep.
And for some odd reason, Midnight believed her.
