Fishing
"Celestia, my head hurts," Vinyl muttered, as she slid her glasses up onto the bridge of her nose.
She took a deep breath and a cocky smile spread across her face; this was her element. As she advanced to her DJ station, a roar began throughout the crowd populating the high end gentlecolt's club, known as "Changeling Den".
She placed her signature headset on and looked into the audience. "Are you ready to rock!?" The pounding bass began as she flipped a switch on her mixer, another press of a button began the strobe lights of blue and white, flashing with the beat.
Stepping down from the stage Vinyl walked back into her own personal heaven, her 'dressing room'. Slamming the door behind her she sat on the swiveling chair near the middle of the room- one of the only pieces of furniture in the room- other than the large mirror atop a table opposite of the door. Closing her eyes, she levitated a single blue pill from behind her mirror and popped it into her mouth, letting the walls close in and crush her.
A knock on the door snapped her out of the glorious trance. It was Neon Lights, the owner of the club. Here to scream at Vinyl for not being perfect, like she had done every other day.
"You were fucking terrible!" Neon Lights bellowed, making Vinyl's head spin. "You call that entertainment?! Pull that shit one more time and you are fired."
"Yeah, sorry boss..." Vinyl mumbled, deftly popping the top off of a bottle of pills, tossing a chosen few - A blue glow surrounding them- into her throat.
She despised her job - even though she was paid more than most, she still couldn't afford the basics. She was spending the majority of her earnings on X, a 'party' drug that was highly addictive and, more importantly, mind blowing. It gave the user enhanced imaginative capabilities leading to extremely realistic hallucinations.
Vinyl slid off her glasses and began putting on her clothes, for her other job, the one no one could know about, the one she hated herself. A quick glance at the digital clock on her crummy apartment wall sent a shiver of fear through her horn, down her main and through her spine. It was 11:56 PM, she only had 4 minutes to get to the 'good' part of Canterlot.
Sprinting towards her destination, she saw the looks of lust the colts were giving her, and the horror and disgust in the eyes of the mares. While being an 'escort' wasn't illegal anywhere in Equestria, it certainly was extremely frowned upon. Finally upon reaching the destination, she looked up, always taken aback by the enormity of the mansion itself. A few quick paces up the steps and she was before the giant wooden double doors adorned by a golden door knocker, the ring for knocking held in the cavernous maw of a lion.
A quick rap on the door and it was flung open by no one other than her pimp, Blueblood himself. In one quick motion he grabbed her by the mane and dragged her into the large, well furnished foyer. Deftly he pulled her to her hooves and stared ferociously into her eyes.
"Do you realize what fucking time it is!?" He pointed to a large grandfather clock in the corner of the room- it was 12:03 AM. Spit was flying from his mouth as he slammed his hoof into her underbelly. She fell to the ground and coughed, tears streaming from her eyes.
"The client asked for you at midnight," Blueblood said, his voice slightly more calm, "So get out there, we will talk about this later. Your client is waiting for you at 341 Green Oak Street."
She staggered upright, wiped the tears from her eyes and turned around to walk out of the door, when a call sounded from behind her, the tone sharp and cruel.
"Be there before 12:10 AM and you might still get to keep some of the money."
She found 341 Green Oak easily. Walking up the stairs leading to the home she was greeted by the door opening. There stood an earth pony stallion, if you could even call him that; he was white in the moonlight, well... nearly white- his fur had a green, almost mold like tinge to it. His mane was tattered and in disarray, his teeth splayed and dirty. A pair of glasses were framing his face and his cutie mark some sort of computer.
"H-hello..." He stuttered, spraying spit due to his nervousness. "Come r-right in." He gestured her inside with one hoof.
"Payment first, then I will come in." Vinyl said, a cold look in her eyes. She wasn't new to this- his type would try and down pay if she didn't ask up front.
"U-uh, sure." Fumbling with his hooves he turned aside and procured a bag jingling with the telltale sound of bits. Handing it to her, he said "All 50 should be there." Puffing his chest out and speaking with less of a stutter "So will you come in now?" His arousal now quite obvious due to his heavy breathing.
Being that turned on just by looking at me? Another easy job, thought Vinyl.
"Let me count it first, baby." A breathy seductive voice. Rifling through the bag with magic she counted 53. But why should she tell him about any extra? It was just the full pay that Blueblood cared about. After confirming that all the bits were there, she took another step forward, crossing the threshold. Swaying her hips, she rubbed her flank against his side, making him freeze in fear. "Aren't you going to show me where the bedroom is?" She looked back at his wide eyes fixated on her ass, and the teasing pink edges of her pussy, barely covered by her tail. This brought him back to reality.
"Huh... oh y-yeah f-follow me." His stutter was worse than ever. He awkwardly stumbled into the house, Vinyl in tow. He walked her up a flight of stairs and into the bedroom. Looking around, Vinyl nearly gagged when the smell assaulted her nostrils. He had clearly not cleaned this room in a very long time. A seductive smile still on her face, even with the disgust she truly felt, she sashayed over to the bed, as he watched from the doorway. She lifted her tail to the side, revealing her pink marehood. Watching her, the nerdy stallion became hard, his unimpressive stallionhood barely breaking 8 inches.
With an excited whinny he ran over to her, pressing against her with his sweaty fur, and mounted her, his cock finding the mark almost immediately. Vinyl winced as he pressed – she was in no way turned on by this, and thus she was dry as a bone. His stallionhood tugged at the sensitive flesh, pulling it along and dragging painfully as he began to thrust madly, spewing his seed inside of her within seconds. He then lay on the bed and waved her away, closing his eyes and falling asleep. Vinyl stood up, his seed leaking out of her onto the floor, she walked over to his dresser and began rifling through the box on the top.
Bingo.
A large bag filled with bits. There must have been more than 1,000 bits in that single bag alone. She grabbed a handful of 20 or so and placed the bag back into the box, shut it, and ran away hastily. When she returned to Blueblood she gave him 50 bits, the amount that was 'supposed' to be paid. He gave her a small cut for being late, only giving her 15, barely enough to buy food for one or two days.
She went home, her purse rattling happily- more money for food and rent. She might be able to survive for a week or so before she needed to register with another client. She shut the door of her crumbling apartment. She stored her bits and opened her fridge- the only things contained within was a half empty cask of vodka and a case of birth control potions. Using her magic, she levitated the tiny blue bottle of liquid to her mouth, drank it lazily and tossed the empty bottle into the trash. She lay down heavily on her bed, staring at the moldy, cracked ceiling and fell asleep, a tear slowly dripping down her muzzle and falling onto her pillow.
A stream of blood ran down her thighs, a stark contrast to the pure white coat that it was staining. A dark colored earth pony mounting her grunted as he forcefully slammed his cock into her. His breath smelled of cheap whiskey and cigar smoke. The anguished cries of the blue-maned mare never touching his ears. The thrusting continued at a frantic pace, the screams of the mare now a mix of disgust, agony and pleasure. Frantic attempts of the mare fell unnoticed - the blue glow of her magic flickering weakly around the body of the stallion. With a few deep thrusts he held himself in her for a few seconds, his stallionhood twitching as he spewed his seed into her womb. Pulling out of her, he looked around and quickly exited the dark alley. The mare fell to the ground and closed her eyes, letting troubled sleep flow over her.
Vinyl awoke, A sheen of sweat covering her body. It had been a while since she had thought back to those times. The days when she became famous overnight, an immensely popular DJ. Climbing to the top; not by talent alone, but by sleeping with ponies with connections. She remembered vividly the day that her fame and glory had come crashing down around her.
The lights flashing, the bass pounding, the night life of Manehattan in its purest form - a rave. Vinyl looked out into the crowded room, her eyes scanning the face and the cutie mark of every pony. She found who she was looking for - her marefriend of the month - Octavia. To her it seemed too good to be true; it was her longest relationship to date, and the sex was mind blowing to boot.
It all started with a fight. Vinyl didn’t think she deserved a mare as amazing and successful as Octavia - So she broke up with ‘Tavi - the greatest mistake of her life.
A red-eyed Vinyl walked out of the house on the outskirts of Ponyville, her little ‘escape’ from reality helping her see the truth - that she loved Octavia. Suddenly she was assaulted by hordes of bright flashes - the paparazzi. A quick spell rendered her invisible to the cameras. She calmly walked to the train station, ordered a ticket to Manehattan, and left the last pony who would ever understand her behind, Guilty Pleasure.
In an almost trancelike state, Vinyl boarded her train - she flopped down on the cushioned seats of first class and shut her eyes. The loud cacophony of ponies boarding the train fading into the background, lulling her to sleep.
