Changing One's Destiny

Cyrus stared at the whorse in his tub, slackjawed.

It's impossible to have such a job like this...right? Yet all the evidence it needed was already in front of his eyes. Her cutie mark was the symbol for sex, what else would it mean?

The mare stared at him, expressionless as always. She swayed her hips in an alluring manner as she gave a half-lidded gaze upon the dumbstruck human. The sudden revelation about her identity had no affect on her, for she's seen it all before.

She didn't care if she worked as a prostitute. It was her job, the job that her cutie mark told her to do, it was her ambitions and life goal. She had no say in what her destiny formed into.

She is a whorse, that's her job in the society of ponyville.

A whorse who makes a stallion's day by being rutted by him.

A whorse who's heat cycle benefitted her, rather than causing her pain and suffering of the fears of pregnancy.

"What are you waiting for? Get in the tub you sexy creature." Her tone abruptly changed, it's sound becoming entirely different to the bland mare that voiced it. She continued her provocative posing, swaying her marehood in Cyrus's face as he tries to comprehend what is happening for the second time.

"U-uhh...umm..." Cyrus reached for the loofah and soap which were conveniently placed under the sink. "Not yet...we'll do that later. For now, just enjoy the bath...um.mistress.....?"

"Call me your slave." She replied.

Cyrus winced at her words. Such vulgar language has never entered his ears in such a short time. He may have been the hormonal teenager in his younger years, but never has he seen an actual female speak like that to him in real life, ever. It may have been the fact that he was rather more interested in women that wouldn't judge him and just live on a screen, as opposed to a shallow woman who would belittle the gamer-like body that he has.

Hell, he's 21 and still a virgin. If that can't crush the self-esteem of a college/university student, then what will?

The mare in his tub, of course. She knows how to have sex, she's probably an expert on it. She could easily humiliate him, humiliate his size.

She is the shallow woman that Cyrus has always feared.

Yet, he is braving himself to clean her, granting permission to touch her luscious body.

A few minutes have been spent filling the tub with steamy water, and Cyrus was starting to scrub the mare clean when a knock on the door arrived.

"HEY! YOU'RE NOT HAVING SEX ARE YA? I BATHE IN THERE!" Came the voice of the griffon roommate.

"No." Cyrus simply replied as he faced her once more, loofah ready and lathered with body soap to scrub the defilement on her precious coat.

He gave the utmost care for her wellbeing as his loofah collided with her body. His strokes were gentle and slow, carefully wiping off the grime and slime as her coat brightened with relief. His vacant hand coated itself in shampoo as it dove into her teal mane. He caressed her scalp as his fingers rubbed the coarse hair, catching lumps of dried semen along the way.

The mare simply held her ground as he cleaned her lovingly, her stoic muzzle saw his as she stared at the strange creature. She saw the softness in his eyes, the slight frown on his lips, the brown spiky hair that surrounded his ears and clouded his vision as he cleaned her.

She didn't know why he was doing this. She didn't know why he has taken so lo long without pinning her to the ground and rutting her there and then. She only saw him as a customer, and a customer no less.

A customer that was wasting her valuable time.

"May you please hurry thi-ah!" Her demand fell short as his loofah made contact with her cutie mark, applying a modest amount of pressure upon it. Tingles of pleasure radiated from her flank as Cyrus began to create circular motions on her second favorite place. She pursed her lips as she contained the moans of approval that would only encourage him to pleasure her even further.

Cyrus, meanwhile, was oblivious to the situation as he absentmindedly loofah'd the mare. His thoughts wandered away, discussing on what to do after this bath.

'Oh god, oh god, OH GOD! I'm grooming her for sex! This is so sick and twisted!'

'Calm down dumbass, you can always opt to not have sex, after all.'

'Then what's the point of bringing her here? She's going to get angry if I don't get 'jiggy' with her!'

'I'm sure that she'll accept your hospitality at least this once. After all, she HAS been living inside that terrible excuse of a home for god knows how long.'

'I hope you're right...'

After a total of 20 minutes of agonizing pleasure for the mare who was erotically cleaned by the human, her pleas were answered as he finished up on cleaning her, showering the soap off her body with the shower head.

Somehow, she felt....better.

It's as if the week-long stains that her coat harbored had some effect on her health. She physically felt more smoother, her sense of touch got much stronger as her hooves slipped along the smooth tub. Her mane felt refreshed and airy as the minty shampoo was cleaned off. No longer was it frazzled, no, it was back to it's original, smooth state.

Her privates definitely felt more sensitive too, after the constant pleasure that her customer put her through.

Cyrus grabbed a cream towel which was hanging from the door, wrapping the mare completely as he rubbed the moisture from her coat.  He lifted her once more as the towel covered her like a second skin.

"I assume that my services come to play after this?" She questioned him.

"Y-yes." Cyrus lied.

Well, he didn't lie completely, he was going to pay her for her services, but his mind opted to make her do something less lewd.

He slowly reached the door, carefully treading past the steam that had made it's appearance known during Cyrus's pseudo bath-shower. One of his hands reached for the door knob and turned it, gently pulling on the door as the wave of steam gushed out of the bathroom.

To his surprise, he saw Gilda sitting on her haunches, facing the door that had opened as the wave of steam crashed on her being.

Her stern face and narrow eyes glared at the mare in Cyrus's arms.

"Did you..do it?" She spoke. Her tone was silent, but dripping with venom.

"Again, no." Cyrus replied.

Gilda sighed in relief before walking away from them, muttering all the while. Cyrus can only sympathize with her, what with her having to deal with another being that required his attention.

Cyrus carried the mare in his arms to his bedroom. He contemplated on just leaving her there to sleep and recuperate for a while, but something tells him that she's not going to accept that. She's probably expecting him to have his way with her once they are in the bedroom.

"Are my services coming to play once we arrive at your bedroom?" She asked.

"Mhm." Cyrus nodded.

"Very well."

Cyrus kicked open the door, he was greeted by the time from the clock that hung from the walls in front of him.

10:43

'Shhhhhhit....I'm late for work by 2 and a half hours...' Cyrus hissed at the thought.

But it didn't matter to him right now, for he had a mare to take care of. Besides, he could always go to the Apple's acres and help them out over there, since there is always an apple tree that needs bucking and apple baskets to carry (which Cyrus did the latter of). Earning money was the last thing on his mind as he set down the mare on his human-sized bed.

The mare laid herself on her back as she spreaded her legs, revealing the puffy marehood that Cyrus saw earlier- which was now cleaned and moist.

"Well? what are you planning to do with me you lusty beast?" She turned on her charm once more, which obviously had no effect on the human that stood before her. Cyrus simply stood over her and closed her legs once more. His ruby eyes stared at hers as his face remained as neutral as it could be.

"When did you go to sleep?" Cyrus simply asked.

"Whorses don't get sleep, my dear. They have to please the stallions who arrive at night." She said as she tried to open her legs once more.

'She's been up all night...she probably takes naps before the next stallion arrives....' Cyrus thought.

Cyrus dragged the mare's pristine body across the bed, placing her on his pillow. He then reached for the small mahogany night stand beside him and the bed, where he pulls out one of the drawers. He takes out a large sack of bits, they jingle as he struggles to keep them suspended in the air.

Thankfully, for him, it only contained 1/4 of his entire savings, the rest of which were hidden and guarded well in Gilda's room, due to her strange obsession for the gold coloring on the bits.

"I'll pay you 15 bits for every hour you spend sleeping. You need your rest." Cyrus replied.

The whorse stared incredulously at the human, confused by his request.

"You'll pay me, to just sleep?" She narrowed her eyes, suspicious at his proposal.

"I don't need to to...erhm....rut you unwillingly. All I ask is for you to take a rest from your job." He muttered. "Don't take it the wrong way, you are quite an alluring mare, if I say so, but I'm not sure if you're going to enjoy taking another rut when you've been doing it all night, from what you have said."

She stared at him, unable to make words as a small blush briefly scored on her cheeks. Her ears slightly folded down, as her eyes looked away from him.

"I guess, that only seems logical." She replied.

Cyrus smiled, having forced her to accept his 'strange' terms. He gave her 15 bits immediately, placing it inside her own bit sack (which she levitated around her at all times...even in the bathroom). He climbed in the bed, exhausted from the sudden activities he went through with this mare.

'I guess I can take a day off...It wouldn't hurt anyway.'

He placed himself beside the mare as she turned towards him. A look of uncertainty was plastered all over her face as she stared at the abstinent human.

"We...aren't going to rut?" She asked. Cyrus shook his head in response. He stared at her as the window from his bedroom cast it's rays over them, it's warmth soothing them. Cyrus placed his hand right above her mane, waiting for her permission to touch it. She noticed the action and allowed access to it, allowing him to feel her mane. A small blush made itself evident as he gilded through her mane.

"May I ask for your name?" He said.

"Call me your sla-"

"No. Your real name." Cyrus cut her off as he tried to delve deeper into the mystery that was this mare.

"...."

Cyrus waited patiently for her answer.

"Nire." She said.

(phonetically: Neer)

"Well...hello Nire, I'm asking for your services."

"What they may be?"

"I ask for you to sleep with me, casually, and I'll pay you in return."

Nire smiled as she nodded. She scooted closer to Cyrus,curling her body into a ball as she faced away from him, her back touching his chest. Cyrus brought the hand that was caressing her mane and placed it on her belly, rubbing it ever so gently. He planted his face into her mane, sniffing the minty scent that he put on it.

It may not mean much to Nire, but this....

This made him happy.

It filled the hole inside him that he desperately tried to fill. It's as if her company could make him even happier than he could ever be in this world.

But...

He had his doubts. He knows that the mare in his embrace does not reciprocate the same feelings. To her, he's just another customer, another customer who can provide her with money that she needed. But it didn't matter to Cyrus, if money is all it takes to keep her around him, then he's just going to have to work harder at his jobs.

"Take a good rest, Nire." Cyrus whispered.

"I will with you around, my dear customer." Nire replied, whispering the last part.

Cyrus woke up to the sound of Gilda screaming in his ears.

"-OU IDIOT! WAKE UP!"

He snapped his eyes open, to be greeted with his griffon roommate glaring at him, steam expelling from her head. Strangely, the mare in his arms mere hours ago had disappeared.

"ARE YOU UP?" She barked.

"Uhhh...what's with the yelling Gilda?" Cyrus groaned as he rubbed his head.

"Why? am I yelling? WHY? I'm yelling BECAUSE THAT WHORSE IS NOWHERE TO BE SEEN!"

Cyrus immediately perked up, the sudden realization of the mare's disappearance hit him, and it hit him hard. Cyrus sat upright as he faced Gilda, who was beside his bed, next to his night stand.

"She left without me noticing and she took the bag of bits on your counter!" Gilda pointed to the place where his 85 bits should have been, only for it to be replaced with thin air.

The window that was shining it's rays over Cyrus was now conveniently open as it blew a warm wind though the room.

'Oh....'

'Right....I forgot..'

'She's a prostitute...'

He let his guard down, and she left with 1/4 of his entire savings. All the happy feelings washed away in an instant as reality slaps Cyrus in the face. He was easily deceived by a mare who has probably done this a hundred times, a mare who has no feelings for stallions and the like.

She probably lied about her name too.

Cyrus dives deep into his pillows once more, his depression slowly rising as the hole that was filled inside him leaked out quickly.

'I Should have known better...'

'After all...I'm just another wealthy customer to her...'