Between Two Classes

by thatonefurrybrony

Rating: mature
Tags: Slice of Life, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Dark, Sad, Romance, Original Character, Sex
Length: 3860

When a grumpy upper class stallion stumbles upon a meek homeless pony, he begins to question his entire life.

When an upper class business pony's life starts crashing down around him as his wife cheated on him constantly, his daughter whored herself off for fame, and his job had hit a dead end. Through all this, he hadn't been able to be intimate with his wife in years without any... Aid.

One day, he got sick of staying in his norm, and went to the... Well, what the ponies he associated with called the 'ghetto' jokingly, as they laughed over the masses misfortune as they robbed and murdered each other over the simplest of commodities.

While he was there, he happened to stumble across a meek homeless pegasus, one that had been through hell and back, but strived to make him happy, he begins to think that maybe there is more to life than just the image of perfect drawn by society....

This is a collab effort between a few people, Hope you enjoy!
Warning: Contains M/M Romance and some Sex

Published 2014-08-06 02:10:02 UTC
Last updated 2014-08-06 02:10:02 UTC

Chapter One

The sun shone onto the city below, Celestia's blessing bestowed. The rays of light provided a sort of nonchalant optimistic euphoria, which is a double positive but it is what best describes the feeling. The city bustled with life, of course the majority of the populace was and were ponies. Few other creatures resided in the city: a dash griffons, maybe a sprinkle of dragons, and a splash of rehabilitating changelings; the diversity in the city was... Well, diverse. The providence -- no, that's too heavy a word to use for a city riddled with crime and busybodies... The morley populated areas of the city were simplistic buildings and entire corporations, all corporations striving for a 'better Equestria' so to say, but those pigs didn't know one thing about a better Equestria. Or that's what the crime populace thought. They probably thought that about anything that had the title of authority in the town.

In this somewhat blasphemy of a city, there stood a building, of a somewhat large proportion. The 'building', dealt with a restaurant franchise -- a lesser known restaurant, Stable's. The building was made of a shiny copper painted glass, glass revolving doors, and a beautiful architectural interior. The floors were clean and waxed, there weren't any smudges or cracks in the marble walls, everything little thing about this building seemed perfect -- then there was the ponies who inhabited it. Overworking pessimistic equines who were in a dead-end job, probably would last in the job until they died. Unfortunately, higher up the ranking in the building, there were more merriment of moments: drinking beer on the job, practicing golf in your own office, doughnuts, constant breaks because you didn't have anything better to be doing... Life was good in the major leagues. Life was good -- for most.

Amongst those high ranking ponies was a grey skinned unicorn stallion whom adorned a blue business suit and always held this angry scowl upon his face. But who could blame him? Behind the plastic look of this city, the money, the parties - it was a nightmare fueled life. His family wasn't any better, the wife always going out and cheating on him; his daughter practically turning into a celebrity skank. But this stallion, Sharp Wit, was not in an office as most would think - he'd been in another building, with a shrink he'd been talking to for the past two years of his roller coaster of mid-life crisis.

"..Your daughter..She's a good kid?"

The unicorn snorted rudely. "...She's a good kid?" The words almost made him laugh. "A good kid? A good kid doesn't go and get themselves slammed against the wall and paid to reveal their personal bits in a magazine. A good kid doesn't...doesn't go and work nights down by the fucking bar. If that's the standard for goodness, then no wonder this country is screwed."

Scribbling was taken to a notepad, writing furiously before looking up, the therapist, put a hoof on his brown bearded chin. "..And you don't believe your life is going anywhere?"

"Nowhere at all." Sharp spat out with discontent ringing in his voice. "I mean.. I'm stuck in a miserable job, with an equally as miserable family who hates me. And it got me somewhere alright.. It got me right fucking here!" Angrily, he'd knocked his cup of coffee off the nearby table and onto the floor. "With a big house and a wife I can't even get it up to - Oh, I'm living my dream, baby! And my dream is fucked - it's...fucking FUCKED!" Sharp practically screamed out the last of his rage, feeling a hoof pat him on the shoulder. The calm voice of the otherwise stunned therapy pony said, "...Let it all out."

"...I think I just did." Sharp sat himself down, looking to the mess on the carpet. "...Fuck, sorry, I-"

"..No no, I'll clean that up. But I am going to have to up the dosage on your anger medication, Wit. You know how your...'episodes' have gone." Ironically, the medicine didn't come from pills, but...magazines. Fucking shrinks.

"..Yeah, I know. I'm outta here for now, doc. I need a walk." Throwing his blazer on, Sharp headed for the door and shortly looked back a final time.

"..Do take care of yourself, Sharp Wit. Be... Witty as they say and remember; Peace not Oppression."

"..Whatever you say, doc." Out went Sharp into the crowds of the city and the typical streets of the equine folk.

Of course though, the therapist knew little of Sharp Wit, the rage encrusted stallion. He managed to keep a few secrets at bay. The psychology center was barely considered a center, more of "Problematics Anonymous". The entire building was populated by pretentious highly-paid smoes... Sharp Wit had more in common with them than he thought.

In the outer edges of the inner city was an area where there was no law, there was no family and there was no happiness. Some say a rat wouldn't be caught dead there, but many a time they were, just to feed families, who would eventually turn on each other in their time of need. Food was scarce there, and many turned to a life of crime just to get food for their families. Sometimes, hell, most times, ponies would get killed over the scraps left over from a restaurant in the city. All lived in fear of that being them, ending up as another meaningless statistic while the rich ponies lived their lives without a care for the less fortunate.

Among these masses was a stallion by the name of Brickhouse. He wasn't much in terms of a street pony, a pegasus of a dirty golden complexion, with a ragged and dirty bubblegum pink mane. Despite the disadvantage of being smaller than the dominant earth ponies of these streets, and not being taught how to fly, the golden pegasus always had his head pointed up, thinking that maybe, just maybe, he could turn it all around.

Of course, these dreams were delusional for a stallion who couldn't hold a job, and the stallion frequently found himself being arrested for many things he did to make enough money to survive. Sometimes, he found that the prison life was much easier than his day to day life, since they provided you a place to sleep, and a hot meal every day, free healthcare, and the atmosphere was somewhat enjoyable once you got passed the rapacious violent-mongering assholes that dwelled within. Some days, he found himself missing the cold, dark walls of a cell where he knew he what was coming.

On this day however, he was sitting on top of an overpass, hooves dangling down above the scarcely busy road, as he looked out into the distance at the city, and the majestic building that towered above the rest. He held wonder in his eyes as he dreamed of being one of the ponies there, living the dream of the big leagues.

He sighed to himself as he realized how useless and meaningless he was, as he took another hit from a cigarette he held in his wing, exhaling the smoke with a depressed sigh. Underneath the underpass, there were a line of brick buildings, all of which had seen better days. They were just a collection of sleazy joints run by thieves, murderers and drug dealers. Between two was a black tent, where the stallion lived in shelter from the rain. He sighed and jumped down in front of it, shaking his mane out a bit, before leaning against the wall at the mouth of the alley. After his latest failure as a bartender, he had turned to prostitution to get him by day to day, but even that had it's low days much like today.

But all through the blackness that was his normal life, he held onto that hope that somehow, some way, he would be able to turn himself around.

To try and loosen himself from all his madness of the life that he lived, Sharp Wit began his way towards the outer rims of the city - the same sort of conditions where unbeknownst to him was where Brickhouse had lived. Being a rich and miserable being was like painting a vividly bright red target over your head and saying 'Here, now come and rob me of my bits.' But at the current moment and pace he was walking in, it was pretty obvious that he didn’t care. Not a single bit, not anymore at least.

He had been walking for awhile, kicking the cans on the sidewalk onto the street out of sheer boredom. Then Sharp Wit, after a few hours of on hoof travel had finally begun his descent down the dark and dirty streets - ironically being caught here. But it wasn't like he didn't come prepared, a select line of spells was fresh in his mind - if not that, a small little sidearm hidden inside the coat of his jacket. "..What a fuckin' run down place." Sharp mused to himself, seeing the black tent in the distance.

Meanwhile, Brickhouse sighed and sat down, before he took a deep breath before sighing heavily. "I know that this can't get any worse... It can only get better... Come on Brick... Pull yourself together..." He said softly and sadly, before standing up and looking out into the crowds of ponies walking up and down the streets. Well, streets was being generous… More like paths of cracked and crushed concrete. He ruffled his mane, and straightened up to make himself look more ‘presentable’ before feigning a bright smile.

All the while, he felt the unending need to curl up and cry, as he sold his body for bits, the lowest of the low, even out in these streets. Many of the tougher ponies, all wearing many colors and covered in tattoos, looked at him in disgust as they passed, a few spitting on him as they past, and laughing at him as he cowered further into the alley.

He ducked into a door in the alley, leading into a dark bar, filled with smoke and the many noises that came from an illegal establishment, the snorting of many drugs, and many other things that any normal pony wouldn't dream of -- crime headquarters. He sighed, and mopily made his way over to the bar counter where he settled down on a stool.

This part of town had been famous for all it's drug trafficking, prostitution - and the glare they gave him. Sharp bumped into a stallion along the way forward, looking back to the stallion angrily before snarling, "Look the fuck out!" at the other pony.

"Screw you, snob!" The stallion said, waving a hoof at him like he wasn’t worth the energy it would take to beat him.

"Ah, go piss on yourself.." Wit sighed, looking back the way he was going.

By just a fair touch of fate, the bar in question would have a new visitor - the rich stallion himself. Practically pushing the door aside and taking a seat - unknowingly besides Brickhouse himself, he was muttering on. "..I need an upper after this fucking day..Hey, Barkeep...gimme something hard, could you? I'll pay you out your ass if I have to."

The bartender would proceed with a nod and a retrieval of a very strong whiskey. He returned shortly thereafter, pouring the stallion a shot, “Take it easy, pal,” he said, purposely not wanting conversation with the rich stallion. The bartender picked up a glass and began wiping it out with a soapy white cloth. “Rich stallion in noponyville, that’s a brand spankin’ new thing to hear,” the messy maned bartender would say with a chuckle, “My, oh me, oh my...”

Meanwhile, Brickhouse looked up from where he had been resting his head on the bar, and sighed as he saw the rich stallion, instantly sensing the blue-blood in him and putting on his fake smile. He looked over to him again, and coughed a bit. "Um... Hello... Are you lost sir? This isn't the type of place that you people normally frequent..." The stallion said, brushing his filthy mane out of his face.

"Nah, I ain't lost. At this point, I couldn't give a fuck even if I got lost or not." The rich jerk grumbled.

The golden pegasus looked over to a group of large earth ponies in the corner, smoking from many pipes that were sure to be full of many illegal substances. "Uh.... And friendly tip before I go, stay away from them." He said, hopping off the seat at the bar. "I'm outside in the alley if you need a friend," He said flirtatiously before walking for the door and going back to the cold alleyway.

Sharp looked over to the pipes, a disgruntled and curious look - stifling a small chuckle. He kept those thoughts to himself, before ordering a few drinks to lose himself into the alcohol. This was medicine to him - not these cheap books.

Brickhouse sat beside the tent and sighed, hating himself a bit more every time he made himself a move on another pony, even if they didn't want to. He sat against the wall, and ate out of the small bag of garbage he had purchased from another homeless pony for a week's worth of money from his whoring.

After just enough drinks to make the rich jerk tipsy - but still able to form sentences and walk, he followed out the door after that strange male stallion. But due to the alcohol, his perception of the true message had been distorted. Sure enough, the blue pony was now in the alleyway, with a rather unique greeting. "Aagh... Alcohol... Y-you here, stallion? Mentioned me getting a friend?"

"Oh! Um... I've never actually had someone come back... Yeah! Though.... It may be more comfortable for both of us if you can take us to a motel or something..." He said, looking at the tent, which was crawling with many bugs, and had many slimy liquids swishing around on the ground.

"We can discuss prices when we get there, I do anything for the right price." He said, smiling and putting a filthy hoof around the stallion's clean and trimmed shoulders. He smiled brightly, a genuine smile at his luck finally turning around. Here he had the chance of his life, a rich stallion, looking for companionship. Maybe, just maybe, this was his chance to get out of this sick hellhole.

"A motel, huh?" Blinded by the alcoholic stupor - Sharp nodded to the dirty stallion and motioned to follow behind him. Out the alleyway went the stallion; unknown of what he was getting himself into. Along the course of the trip, a much more cleaner motel was found, trotting through the door and paying just enough for a fresher, cleaner room for the both of them. The stallion didn't want to bother going home, nor doing his job - they were both hell either way.

"Wow... This... This is the nicest thing I've ever seen..." The stallion mused in wonder, looking around at the clean room, smiling as he saw the distinct absence of cracked walls, and bloodstained carpets. "There's even a clean bathroom?" He asked, looking inside. "I wish all of my clients were like you... Most just take me somewhere cheap for an hour..." He said, smiling at the unicorn.

"So... To introduce myself, I'm Brickhouse, and I will do anything you want! Just name it, I'll give you a price, and we do it!" He said, his cheer for the task obviously false, though his mind was jumping in glee at the possibility of using an actual bed and shower, not a pile of dirt and the sewer outlet.

Upon reaching the room, the stallion began to take off his suit and toss it aside - shaking his head miserable. "...Name's Sharp Wit, nice to meet you under these circumstances.. .And what I'd like you to do? Well, keep me company, you know? You seem and look like a nice kid." Now free of the clothing, he sat back and reclined, putting his hooves behind his head in a comfortable position.

The golden stallion's smile dropped, and he looked confused. "Well... I get that... But what do you want me to do? I mean... Do you want me to..." He said, waving a hoof in the direction of the stallion's lap. "Because I could do that... Costs ten bits for a stroke... Twenty for a suck..." He said, forcing his smile back and approaching the other stallion and kneeling in front of him.

A shudder escaped Sharp at the stallion's motions - not in the right state of mind. "..I'll pay you twenty, I suppose..The change is in my coat pocket." He motioned over towards the fallen coat on the floor; what was he about to get himself into? Well, it was way better than his wife.

"Right... We'll just total up at the end..." He said, drawing a long lick up the stallion's soft shaft, kissing the tip gently as he reached the top. He then drew another lick back down, wrapping his tongue as far around the other's shaft as he could. "Is this what you want sir?" He asked quietly, stroking the Sharp's cock as he asked, so he wouldn't leave his work unattended.

At the feeling of the other's tongue motions, the thoughts of just getting himself sucked off clouded his mind - nodding to Brickhouse in question. "..Y-Yeah..That is what I want,” he said with a satisfactory voice.

"Alright then," The golden stallion nodded, before taking the now stiff member in his hooves, and stroking up it once, before putting his mouth around it. He began to slide down it, making sure his lips and tongue covered his teeth so there was no... Injury. He began to bob his head up and down, taking in around a third of it with each ulp, stroking the remaining length with his hooves gently.

Once the pegasus' muzzle had made contact with Sharp’s - lust secured around in, just eyeballing the stallion between his legs. Somehow, someway..He'd gotten himself up more than his married wife could have, and yet he'd been a male all along. But he didn't question it, just shuddered and let out a content sigh at his work..And at the rate this went, he'd need more sucking off for the rest of the night.

The pegasus gave a long sigh, before throwing his head down quickly, his nose touching the unicorn's stomach as his cock filled his airway. He pulled back equally as quickly to breathe in, then slammed down again. He continued to do this rhythmically, not stopping his accelerated pace for a second.
"Hnnnh!~" Sharp managed to cry out as the other practically engulfing his equine head, making him buck once. "F-Fuck, that's...t-that's good stuff.." Red filled his face, member already twitching at his actions - Sharp hadn't be able to get off, not for a while now.

The pegasus continued, picking up his pace to as fast as he could move his head with all of his strength, using his tongue to massage his shaft as he did so, making sure to run it across his flared tip with every pass. As quickly as the gold stallions work began, his efforts were rewarded with a splatter of precum, making the blue stallion cry out softly. The pegasus smiled around the cock in his mouth, continuing to deep throat the stallion, as his tongue worked around his mouth without pause. He swallowed the salty fluid happily, giving a happy moan at the first thing in months that had tasted good on his tongue.

"Hnnng.." grunted the suckled on Sharp Wit -- putting a hoof to the other's head, almost desperate for release and pleasure. Nothing but pleasure from this night stand; he'd wormed himself into. The unicorn, disgruntled by his failure, continued his routine as he rubbed a hoof on the other stallion's sack, tickling it gently, hoping it would be enough to get his reward out of this. And sure enough his reward game with a stifled groan - and fresh thick ropes of Sharp's semen were sent splattering into Brickhouse’s warm mouth which at this point felt like a home; Brickhouse pulled back so only the tip was in his mouth as he was filled with the thick liquid. "..Ah, that's good,” the unicorn said with an almost somewhat embarrassing sex face.

He savored the taste with a delighted moan, before swallowing every last drop. He took his mouth off the stallion's cock, and sat on the floor. "So... How did that feel sir? Was that a satisfactory performance?" He asked, licking his lips delightedly. "If not, I'm sure I could cut your price a bit,” he said rubbing his shoulder nervously.

"Kid... Or whatever the fuck your name is, w-whatever you just did, that was the best goddamn thing I've had done to me in months, I tell you. Life's been a Celestia-damned hell for me." Sharp nodded down in response, today's events on his mind. "..Fuckin' therapist sucks."

"Brickhouse, and thank you... I'm sorry I'm not that good at making your life better but for a few minutes..." He said with a sigh. "So... Want me to keep you company any longer? It seems you have had your want satisfied..." He said with a small smile. "If you need, I charge another twenty to stay the night, or I guess letting me use the shower could be payment enough..." He said with a blush, looking to the bathroom briefly. "But you know... That's only if you want the companionship any longer..."

"..I don't exactly want you leaving, kid. Besides, if anything, I'd be back to being miserable." Reclining up against the wall of the bed, Sharp glanced at the golden stallion - genuinely spelling out 'Please don't go' in his eyes. "..I'll pay you another twenty to stay. Hell, use the shower."

"Oh... Thank you sir, I appreciate the gesture..." Brickhouse said with a happy smile. "So... Are you feeling tired? If I am staying the night, I'll wait for the morning to shower... I'd prefer to make sure you are happy in my hooves tonight..." He said, sitting on the stallion's lap and wrapping his hooves around his neck. "Why don't we go to bed? You need your rest for your big important job tomorrow..." The golden stallion said, nuzzling the unicorn's cheek and kissing it before hopping off his lap slowly, still holding the other as he led them to the bed.

This stallion was way better than his wife - turning over in the covers to rest for the night, smiling for once. The yellow stallion wrapped his hooves around the dark unicorn gently, and nibbled his ear a bit, kissing his neck before whispering, "Goodnight Sharp Wit." in his ear.

Author's Note

So... Any feedback? It is all very helpful, as long as it's not slanderous.