Changing One's Destiny

I ran.

I ran as fast as I could.

Like I always do.

My regrets were barely existent, I feel pity for the fool as I levitate the large bag of bits that he revealed whilst I carried my own.

I've been doing this so many times that the adrenaline rush that it gives me has disappeared altogether. I know that I won't get harmed, I'm a unicorn after all. I'd never let someone get close to my horn because of obvious reasons, because without it, I wouldn't have been able to escape all the situations that required me to use it. Both good and bad.

This is nothing new to me, he just saw me for my body and my services, and for that, I tried my best to use my amnesia spell at him, so that he might discover me once more, like every stallion does after each rut. Win-win situation if you ask me.

Then again...

We didn't really do anything, at all.

If anything, the only part where we touched each other is when he cleaned me...

No matter, he's only doing that so that I see him as a good person, only for him to strike once my guards are down. I've been through that once, and I'm not going to go through that again.

My teal mane flowed freely as I trotted to the outskirts of ponyville, catching the eye of some curious ponies, whom I used a temporary amnesia spell upon them to forget the last few seconds on.

I have to say, never before have I felt my body touch the afternoon air in such a way. I could feel every current as I tore past them, delving between the hairs inside my coat, tingling my body as I feel the chill in my own bones. What has that creature done to me? was this part of his plan to seduce me? to ambush me while we slept and pleasure me greatly due to my own body feeling so sensitive?

You sly being. If only I stayed longer for your plan to take action. Oh well, you'll have a second chance once you meet me again at my home.

After all, every customer I've had wants more...whether they like it or not.

All thanks to the great and powerful seductress.

Erin.

An unwanted result of a mare attacking a stallion whilst in heat.

A cyan mare sauntered through the skies, her technicolor mane gently flowing as she tried to find something to occupy her time. Her eyes briefly caught a glimpse of a lilac-coated mare with a teal mane.

'Heh, Twilight's gone through another magic spell? I guess she wanted to dye her hair something other than that purple-pink streak!' She thought.

"Hey! Twilight!" She screamed from the sky. The cyan mare waved her hoof about to attract her attention, to no avail. Strangely, the 'Twilight' she spoke to did not respond at her greeting.

The technicolored pegasus began to trail the lavander pony in suspicion as she passed straight by her 'home', and into the outskirts of ponyville. The pegasus could make out two floating pouches beside the mare as she trotted past everyone on the floor.

'Hmm....is she paying Zecora a visit? Oh well, might as well surprise her by following her there and finding out whatever that crazy bookworm is doing.' She thought as she soared a little higher in the sky, taking advantage of the clouds that her weather team was meant to clean up a few hours ago-which was actually her job until she found 'Twilight'.

I face the decrepit door of my decrepit home once more.

The stench of alluring juices filled my nostrils as my muzzle entered my humble abode. No matter how much I felt ashamed of myself for being such a whorse, I could never fully admit that I hated being one.

After all, my cutie mark is there for a reason.

I trotted up the stairs, taking care from the rickety wood that had eroded or splintered from age. This may be a terrible excuse of a home, but it's where I lived in my entire life, and what better way to have a roof over your head with the home your parents left you in?

I open the doors to my office; my room; my place of rest as as the sun teeters over the edge of the sky, illuminating my cum-soaked bed from the open window.

I place my newly earned bits onto the small counter, savoring the sound of bits jingling about as I placed the down. My face contorted out a smile, content with such a profit in such a long time. I'm definitely going to last quite a while with this profit, though I know that it will all be gone quickly once I use it all up for alcohol.

That reminds me, I need to find Berry Punch once more, maybe even go out drinking with her, I've not been socialising lately, so this is a great opportunity. After our 'night out' we'll probably end up in some alley puking or rutting stallions who are just as intoxicated as us, maybe even both if my conscience is shut down by my inebriation.

I slip into the covers slowly, feeling the damp spots inside as I slide through them. My soft coat is soon tarnished the moment I stepped in there, but that's of no matter, I was going to get dirty one way or another. However, I will miss that sensitive feeling as more substances substitute the hairs on my coat, I guess I have that bipedal creature to thank for, for making me feel like this.

My head lands onto my pre-placed pillow as my hind-legs widen, assuming the position. A barrier of my magic surrounds the sack of bits on the counter as I began to rest for the 3rd time today. My eyes close, encasing me in a black void as I awaited for one last customer to arrive.

As soon as I mention it, I hear the creaking of the door behind me.

"Well, that was quick." I muttered on the pillow as the side of my muzzle hugged it.

"You know the prices, I hope."

No answer.

"Do I have to tell you again? Fine, 20 bits for a hoof or a blow job, 50 for pussy rutting and 100 for anal. Also, I charge an extra 50 bits for each time you cum inside. Geddit?" I groaned.

Still no answer.

Hmm...that whoever this is seems suspicious, or I may be just speaking to the wind, which would be the reason for the door creaking. My uncovered eye peeks open as my head looks back half-heartedly.

Oh...there is a pony there.

It's just not a stallion.

Cyrus rubbed his head lightly as his hearing rang, drowning out Gilda's screams of fury as he slowly recovered. Anger and sadness mixed together inside his mind, tearing him in two. He felt sad that she left so coldly in his embrace, and anger welled up inside him as he suddenly realizes that Nire stole pretty much a quarter of his entire savings without so much as a 'thank you' for her services, not that she did any of them anyway.

'Fuuu...damn headache...you're only making things worse...' Cyrus thought as his mind swam.

The pain slowly but surely subsided as he regained his surroundings. Gilda was still screaming her beak off as her angry ranting became louder and louder for Cyrus to hear.

"-AND WHEN I GET HER, I'LL BUCKING SPLIT OPEN THAT HEAD OF HERS AND I'LL TAKE A SH-"

"Enough! My head hurts already, and I don't need you making it worse." Cyrus snapped.

Gilda recoiled in shock as she heard her roommate speak once more, and in a harsh tone no less. She faced the wooden floor as she immediately halted her screams, imagining ways on how to punish the whorse.

"None of this would have happened if you didn't bring her over." She hissed through her beak.

"What was I supposed to do? Leave her in that terrible excuse for a home? No! I was raised better than that."

"That's still no reason for you to bathe he-"

"She's a fucking prostitute, Gilda! Have some decency for her! I'm not going to treat her differently just because she ruts stallions for a living!"

"Well then why bother helping her? She's a whorse destined for sex, a dweeb like you shouldn't interfere with her destiny like that! SHE'S MEANT TO BE LIKE THAT FOR A REASON! JUST LEAVE HER!"

Cyrus winced at her response.

But soon after he did so, his eyes glared at Gilda's, piercing her soul with ethereal spears.

"You, of all people, shouldn't be saying those things." His tone changed quickly, turning from frustration to pure hatred. Gilda, unwaivered by his words, prepared a rebuttal.

"Yes I can! Because I'm Gi-"

"You're just a Griffon who was kicked out of her parent's home. What would you have been if I didn't see you begging on the streets of ponyville after Rainbow Dash, your only friend, ditched you because she saw how much of a bitch you are?" Cyrus snarled, his eyes burned as a strange liquid welled up inside his eyes.

"What would you have been if I left you there, crying on the side of the road? I'm sure that no other pony would take you in, after all you've done so far." Cyrus kept his gaze upon Gilda, watching her features slowly melt as she began to do something that she hasn't done ever since that day they met.

She began to cry.

"I gave you a goddamn home, for christ's sake! Are you willing to be an absolute hypocrite just because you don't want me helping others like I've done with you? You don't know what will happen, neither of us do! Nire might be your best friend and you might not even know it, all because you can't act nice for once! So please, have some fucking pity for that whorse!"

Gilda looked at Cyrus as tears matted her fur. Her amber eyes were bloodshot as she kept her beak shut, taking in all of Cyrus's words.

After Cyrus had finished lecturing Gilda, he slumped his body over the side of the bed, in front of the frozen griffon. His legs spread out over the floor as his bottom sat uncomfortably. He sighed deeply as he stared at the ceiling, then back at Gilda. She wasn't in a better condition as he could see her averting his soft gaze, tears streaming down her eyes.

He felt sorry for her, sorry that he had to bring such painful memories once more. But it had to be done, for she was a stubborn one. He hated to cause harm to any pony, to a dis-owned griffon no less. Pity overflooded his emotions as he kept observing the sniffling mess that was Gilda. She looked so out of character to everypony else, but Cyrus was the only one to recognize that any creature, no matter how selfish or evil they are, has a limit to how much their self-esteem can take.

Cyrus slowly reached out to her, holding the sides of her head as he rubbed her soft cheeks. Their eyes met, both red and veiny as they spoke with no words. He dragged her head to his chest, her body willingly allowing itself to be handled in his care. Gilda's claws wrapped behind Cyrus's neck as her wings did the same with his back. Her chestnut body rested itself alongside Cyrus's own, her body heat mixing with his.

Cyrus petted her back as she softly cried in his embrace, staining his shoulder and neck with her salty tears.

"Sorry...for bringing it up again..."

Gilda gave no response as she continued to cry on his shoulder.

"Let's take a rest for today, we've done nothing at all and it's already afternoon. Wanna stay in for the day?"

*sniffle*

"Yeah...I'd like that."