Wilting Rose

Three months passed since Rose Petal finished her last day working with Rarity. As fall turned into winter, the hustle and bustle in Ponyville died down as the townsponies spent more time indoors. Everypony hunkered down in their warm, cozy homes, content on riding out the winter indoors until Winter Roundup on the first day of spring.

Well, almost every pony.

During the day Rose tried to keep herself occupied to help pass the time. She had gone around town in hopes of finding some sort of job, any job, but as expected nopony was hiring. The only work she managed to find was helping Rarity with one custom order she had received, and despite Rarity’s insistence Rose knew that the unicorn had given her every single bit of profit from the sale. With no choice but to wait until something else opened up, Rose spent most of her time reading books in the library. It was the perfect place to go to every day; she managed to stay warm and nopony talked to her too much. However, she wished that she was instead working and earning as her savings were getting low.

With the sales of baked goods down, the town bakeries began making products on a custom-order basis. Doing so meant fewer items at the end of the day had to be thrown out, saving the shops bits. However, this caused a problem for Rose as she had to spend more bits than she thought to keep herself fed.

Under the platform of the Ponyville Train Station, Rose Petal awoke to another frigid winter day. Though she had managed to find a few more discarded blankets around town, the cold air was still enough to cause her to shiver while she tried to sleep. There was of course no way she could light a fire to keep her warm in her makeshift home, so her only option was to stay dressed in the clothes that Rarity made for her and the blankets, hoping that spring would come soon.

Another cold blast of wind caught Rose off guard, causing her to wrap her blankets tighter around her. She glanced over at the dresser and saw the number ‘48’ scrawled on one of the drawers. She sighed and hung her head as she saw how low her savings had become. She had planned on the five hundred bits Rarity had given her to last until a few weeks before spring, but thanks to the decreased food production and the especially cold winter Rose had been forced to spend her bits almost every day for food. There was still two more months of winter left and the pegasi said that they would need to make it even colder to meet the ice production quota, making Rose realize she needed to find some way to make bits, and fast. The only problem was she was out of options.

Well, almost out of options.

Rose sighed again as she tried to motivate herself to do what she needed to do. One of her most important policies was to never steal, no matter what, so she had to earn bits somehow. What she decided on doing was something she hated having to resolve to, but it wasn’t like this would be the first time she did this… nor would it most likely be the last.

As usual Rose left home and spent the remainder of the day at the library, but once evening came she headed off for the local dive bar. She knew the spots where she would find a stallion or two willing to indulge themselves in her services, hence why she tried to avoid such places up until today. She had promised herself that this would be her last resort, but unfortunately it came much sooner than she had thought it would.

Arriving at The Watering Hole, Rose paused outside the front entrance, wondering if it was really necessary to have to resort to this extreme just yet. Another cold gust of wind, coupled by a subtle growl from her stomach, answered her internal conflict, and with a sinking feeling in her chest she pushed open the door and slowly walked inside.

The air was definitely warmer than it was outside, but it was also very smoky and heavy. Rose Petal couldn’t help but cough as the almost-toxic air burned her lungs but she managed to step inside and began scanning the crowd. A random assortment of ponies made up the regular crowd; from a group of construction ponies laughing and drinking heavily to a businesspony sitting by himself at the bar. It made sense that such a wide variety of ponies were here as it was the only bar in town, so finding a potential client would hopefully be easy.

One hurdle that Rose did face was if anypony would be receptive to her services. She had no idea if any of these stallions would take up her offer or if they would go running to the local guards, and since there weren’t any other prostitutes in town she was slightly afraid that the latter would be the common reaction. Taking another look around the bar it didn’t seem like anypony was paying much attention to her, so Rose decided to see if anypony had ever hired a mare before and let them approach her.

She took a seat at a table off on the side and sat on part of her tail. It was a subtle thing, but if any of these stallions had ever sought a prostitute in any of the larger cities then they would know that she was open and available for ‘business’. Surprisingly, one of the stallions noticed her sitting position and walked over to her table, taking a seat across from her.

“Well, now this is a surprise. Didn’t think there were any of you in town.” the stallion said, looking over her body like a wolf would look at a piece of meat.

Putting on her best smile, Rose couldn’t help but shiver under his gaze. “Uh, y-yeah… just, you know, got into town.” she said nervously, wondering if it was too late to back out.

“So, how much?” the stallion said, getting right to the point.

Rose shuffled nervously in her seat as she recalled the old pricing list she was told to use when she was in Manehattan. “Um, well, fi- five bits for a h-hoofjob, twenty for my… my mouth. And, um…”

Rose had to stop momentarily but the stallion was becoming impatient. “Is that it?” he asked, unimpressed by the lack of choices.

Rose gulped. “Fifty for one ride, or… or two hundred for anything all night.”

Though two hundred bits would have been a big help for her, she hoped that the stallion would choose one of the first two options as she was already regretting her decision to fall back into this lifestyle. However, before she could change her mind the stallion pulled out a bag of bits and tossed a few onto the table.

“There’s fifty bits. You have someplace we can go?” he said flatly.

Rose stared at the bits for a few seconds before taking them with a shaking hoof. “I, uh… not really.” she said.

The stallion sighed in impatience, glancing around the bar. “Fine, come with me.” he said.

Both ponies got up from their seats, the stallion leading Rose back to the bathrooms. He motioned for her to enter the stallion’s room, and once she entered the bathroom she wrinkled her nose as the smell of the dirty bathroom hit her.

“We’re not… in here?” she asked. It wasn’t the dirtiest place she had done it, but she had hoped that he would have taken her back to his home to rut her.

Not bothering to answer her, the stallion pushed her up against the wall and mounted her. “Hey, you’re clean, right?” he asked her, his hardened shaft already poking at her exposed rear.

Rose Petal nodded. “Yeah, I’m clean.”

The answer was good enough for the stallion. Not wanting to waste any more time he thrust his hips forward and sunk his cock into her pussy, managing to sink almost his entire length into her in one go. The sudden intrusion caused Rose Petal to gasp out and grunt in slight discomfort as she was filled to capacity.

“Ah, nice and tight. Almost like a virgin.” the stallion said, starting to thrust his hips back and forth.

Rose grunted with some slight discomfort as she tried her hardest to not cry out in pain. “It-It’s b-been a whi- while.” she grunted, biting her lower lip.

Satisfied that his bits had been well spent after all, the stallion fell into silence as he continued thrusting in and out of the mare below him. All that could be heard was the lewd sound of the two ponies connecting together over and over again with the occasional grunt and moan coming from Rose Petal. The stallion was clearly enjoying himself, and though Rose was feeling pretty good herself the thought of degrading herself like this again quelled any enjoyment she may have felt.

It only took a few minutes for the stallion to begin thrusting feverishly, showing that he was getting close to finishing. Panting for breath, Rose turned her head slightly and tried to speak. “H-hey, you- you’re g-getting close, right? Don- don’t… don’t cum ins-.”

Rose Petal never got to finish her sentence, though it didn’t really matter as the stallion wasn’t listening. With an animalistic growl he gave a few slower but more powerful thrusts inside of her, his sperm erupting from his flared head and shot straight into her womb. He felt like he was in heaven, but Rose froze in horror as she felt him cum inside of her.

“No… Celestia, no.” she whispered to herself. While she wasn’t in heat, there was still the chance that she may conceive as she hadn’t been able to afford any contraceptives. She had hoped that her clients would either cum on her body or let her suck them off at the end, but obviously it was too late now.

Having finished emptying his load, the stallion gave one last thrust before dismounting her. Rose could only groan at the sudden feeling of emptiness, a warm trickle of fluids running down one of her hind legs. The stallion let his cock return to its sheath before he unlocked the door to leave, pausing at the door and looking back at Rose. “You were a nice fuck, I’ll be looking forward to hiring you again.” he said before walking back out to the bar.

In a daze, Rose Petal walked over to the sink and turned on the water, trying her best to wash away the cum around her crotch and on her legs. As she looked at her reflection in the mirror she broke down crying, falling into the fetal position on the dirty floor.

“I don’t want to do this.” she sobbed, but she didn’t have much of a choice.

This was her life once again.