Changing One's Destiny

Seconds,

Minutes,

Hours,

It all didn't matter. Time was of no relevance for the two as they sit in Cyrus' room. The amber sun's rays shine through the window, revealing specks of dust that had not been seen before. The wind quickly entered the room, replacing the used air as it roamed inside. Cyrus continued to hold on to Gilda, certain that she still needed his comfort. The female griffon leaned onto him softly, no words or noise dared to make its presence inside the room, only the whistling wind could have such permission.

"Hey, you done crying?" Cyrus whispered.

Gilda shook her head, prodding and rubbing her beak onto his chest.

"Alright, tell me when." He replied. Gilda could only reply with a nod as she unintentionally pokes Cyrus again as she does so.

Cyrus rose to his feet, gently cradling her in his arms as she held on with her wings. He places his right hand and holds her hind legs with it, whilst his left hand takes hold of her back, patting and rubbing it to reassure the griffon. Gilda 's front claws grip his sides as her beak is pressed sideways onto his chest, her wings remained in place, still forming a feathery cocoon around Cyrus and herself.

He sat down on the bed, his bottom sighing with relief as it meets a soft surface, rather than the sturdy wooden floor, which has caused multiple accounts of splinters when Gilda used to slide onto them when Cyrus occasionally polished the floors. Cyrus falls back into the bed, his back meeting the covers with a soft thud. He releases his hold on Gilda as she straightens herself on him once more. The small griffon rests on Cyrus, her soft underbelly  sitting on top of Cyrus' own, two warmths colliding as they make contact. Her legs lay themselves beside his hips as she plants her beak inside nook of his shoulder. Cyrus rubs her head, eliciting coo's from Gilda.

"Sleep?"

"Yeah, sleep."

"Uh...Twi, watcha doin'?"

I huff at the cyan mare with what appears to be a mane of all the colours of the rainbow. I push myself off the bed and face her, keeping a stoic face as always. If she has no business with what I do, then I may as well use a short-distance teleport spell upon this mare, preferably along with an amnesia spell. Her face says it all: utter confusion, not a single trace of lust in that muzzle of hers. However, I might as well ask if she still wants to do it, since there's no harm done in just asking, right?

"Do you know who I am?" I spoke in a regal manner.

"Uhh..You don't sound like Twilight, maybe I should go and leave you to do your thing." She puts up a sheepish smile as she rubs her head with her hoof. My face remains in the same status as I watched her slowly back away from the room, still retaining that smile. As soon as her face disappears from view I could her a small yelp, coupled with a series of what I could decipher as: someone tumbling down the stairs. I could hear her swears as her voice slowly loses volume, which is replaced with the sound of flapping.

I sigh as I sit on my bed, staring at the large sack of bits that I just recently received. Whoever that strange non-pony was, he was the first to treat me that way...not that I cared, or anything. On the other hand, it was definitely the most relaxing experience that I had ever gotten throughout the years, if anything, I could even say that it was better than relieving my estrus cycle, but I won't say that, since the audience who hears those words would just call me a whorse.

Yeah...a whorse. If only they knew that I was truly what they were calling me, would they have a change of heart? No, that's the answer. They'd just treat me worse than before. The only ponies that would ever vouch for me would be the stallions, for obvious reasons.

Why am I even thinking of things like this? It's not like anything would ever change, not while my cutie mark remains on my flank.

But I don't have to worry about that for a while.

I've got enough money to keep me from doing my job for quite a while, all I have to do is to not get too drunk with Berry punch and not let any thief, or any other pony besides Berry, to steal my bit pouch. Leaving the rest of my bits in the house is no option, since there is still a chance that some bumbling idiot might stumble across this house, looking for me, which is very common. But, for now, I'll just rest for today. It's already past noon and I feel too tired to do anything else today. Dinner can be bought later, I don't really feel that hungry, since I've already have a few snacks from the stallions today.

I tuck myself inside my bed, delving deep inside the dirty covers. I slide across damp spots as I make myself comfortable on my bed, each wet feeling that passes makes me cringe inside, shaming myself for sleeping where I work. If I hadn't been cleaned by that creature, I wouldn't have felt these things...things that I would have never noticed if my body wasn't so sensitive from the cleansing.

It makes me think, think on all that I've done so far. I have time to think, don't I? I'm not expecting anyone else to come here anyway, and even if they do, I could easily remove them from the premises. The rest of the day was reserved for me, and me only. My forelegs dig deep under the pillow as I sink my face into it, breathing in the odors of the past.

*sigh*

What am I doing with my life?

Cyrus put his keys inside his pocket as he silently took out another jacket for him to wear. Gilda was near him, sleeping soundly on his bed as her human pillow got himself dressed to go outside. He felt torn between his emotions, one side of him wanted to find this 'Nire' and confront her, whilst the other wanted to stay by Gilda's side, comforting her rage and accepting the situation.

He feels angry about Nire, yet a small part of him pities her for what she has to do in her everyday life. Shouting at her won't do any good, and blackmailing her would be something that she's experienced many times before. It felt as though he could do nothing to punish for what she has done to him. If anything, living her life as it is would be enough for a punishment, for she is a whorse after all.

He closes the door to his bedroom, making sure to not make any noise as he walks out of the house. The falling sun hits his eyes as he gets out. Near his vicinity he sees ponies of all colours casually walking to their destinations. The cool air travels through Cyrus' clothes, blowing away any odors from his being for mere moments. Cyrus stares forward, visualizing the only place that Nire could be.

With a nod and a harrumph, Cyrus begins his search for the whorse thief.

It's ironic that this is the life I wanted, yet I don't feel any happier than before. I got my cutie mark for a reason, and I respect it like everypony else does with their own marks. I know that everyone has their life jobs, and I have mine too. Some were made to be royalty, whilst others were made to sweep rubbish off the streets.

And then there's me.

The lowest kind.

The kind that work underneath  the happy disguise of ponyville.

The kind that cater to one's darkest desires...both to ponies in a marital status and to those in heat.

I'm just a small pawn in this large chess board. I can be easily disposed of and others will take in my place, it's just how the lives of ponies like mine work.

I'll probably keep doing this until my body has aged beyond appeal, and by then I'll have no more source of income unless I somehow work for others without them seeing my cutie mark. It's a rather sad life, but I don't care, because by then...I'll have saved up enough to get myself a nice mansion or just a simple apartment...and....get some co-workers to come over so we can chat...and...I'll finally be happy from then on...yeah...

I should keep telling myself that...because I know it'll happen if I work hard enough. I'm making progress on it too, if that large bag of bits on my counter serves as evidence.

I close my eyes, taking rest for the afternoon. My mind slowly drifts away to the dream world, a place where I can fantasize more on my ambitions, a place where I can feel safe. My coat and mane are probably beyond from 'pristine', now that I've entered such a disgusting bed, but it was just a little plus from that strange customer, the bag of bits that I've acquired is what I'm more pleased about.

The room dims as the falling sun goes below my window, darkness creeps up on me, waiting to surround me before I set off into the dream world.

Goodnight...Erin Featherspe-

Creaaak

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Well, looks like we have an intruder over here...

I can't be bothered to get out of this bed once I've already made myself comfortable. I lie on my side, facing the door as I wait for the intruder to enter. My face contorts back to its stoic state as I prepare the magic in my horn to dispose of the pony that enters. I wait patiently, hearing the soft hits of the pony's hooves on the rickety stairs. My lilac horn glows brightly, primed and ready to cast the amnesia spell.

The rotting door slowly opens, its creaks were the only sounds that could be heard inside the home. A white, fleshy limb grabs the side of it, five small appendages protrude from it as the limb pushes the door open.

Whatever it is, it certainly isn't a stallion.

Cyrus peeks inside, hoping that his target would be here. His sight catches a lump on the bed the more he swings open the door. Surely enough, the familiar stench of intercourse fills his nose, but it seems more diluted than last time and he can smell a hint of shampoo within the odor. Once the door is fully pushed open, he freezes and watches Nire's horn glow brightly as she pokerfaces at the frightened human.

"N-Nire?" Cyrus stutters. Nire gives no response, though her horn slowly dims, as though he thinks that she sees him as no threat.

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"Leave." Nire responds after a period of silence.

Cyrus' face scrunches in disapproval.

"Leave."

Cyrus' shakes his head, keeping his stance strong, with some slight trembling from his legs/hands.

"Leave now or I'll wipe you from existence."

Cyrus' eyes widen in fear, but still he keeps his will strong and defies her orders. His mouth opens, giving a response to her empty threats.

"You can go ahead and wipe me from existence...I don't have any magic...or any wings...or even the strength of earth ponies like Applejack....but....but..."

"I...I *won't** let you sleep in a place like this!"* He shouts.

Nire, flinches at his words, but does her best to cover up the accident, choosing to sit upright mere microseconds after flinching.

"You can't make me, you'll NEVER make me. You're not the first to lure me into their homes! To take advantage of my specialty!" Nire hissed. Her eyes glared at Cyrus as her horn glows bright again, this time, with a harsher, crimson light. Cyrus steps back as the light nearly blinds him, his hand covered his eyes as the other reaches out to Nire.

"I promise that I won't ever take advantage of you." Cyrus spoke through the hum of magic that flowed through Nire's charge horn.

"WHAT'S STOPPING YOU FROM BREAKING IT THE MOMENT I PUT MY TRUST TO YOU?!" Nire screamed.

reach out to her...

"I know your kind! They're just lusty loners that need love, even for a short while!"

treat her right...

Do you really think that I'll fall for your trap like I've done so many times in the past?

be the one to change her, Cyrus...

I'll never trust you! Never! Never! Never! Never!

even if it kills you...

The light intensifies, glowing to a grim red, showing Nire's hatred.

Cyrus, with mere moments to react, lunged straight to the upright Nire, hugging her neck as he shouts with all his might to make himself heard within the booming noise of Nire's spell charging up.

"I'll never forgive a mare who rejects help!"

He called me...a mare....

BOOM

An intense flash of light fills the room, blinding both Nire and Cyrus. She feels a strong release as Cyrus pulled away his grip from her, following a thud soon after. Mere seconds pass as the light fades, letting the suns's amber rays soon fill in the room as the substitute. Light pants are heard from Nire as she lies on the bed, scrambled and with the dirty duvet blown away on the ground due to the force emanated from her stun spell.

She slowly opens her eyes, which seemed to sting, oddly enough. She finds her intruder on the floor, his back leaning against the wall beside the door. His brunette hair lay as frazzled as ever, yet with a a small cluster of his fringe in colored in strange, lilac. Steams of smoke lift from his head, leaving behind small sounds of sizzling as his face stared at the floor lifelessly. Fortunately, his chest still lifted and descended, showing signs of life after such a spell.

Nire rushed to his side, panic and fear coursed her mind, scared that she might have killed him. She remembers his pet griffon, and imagines how much of a pain she would be if she found out if he was dead. Nire nudged his head, inspecting his status.

"....Hey...you dead?...." She whispered.

She was given a reply as Cyrus' hand moved slightly.

It lifted itself slowly, holding the cheek of her muzzle and rubbing it gently.

"I...won't die yet....not until I've *wheeze* earned your trust..heh...." Cyrus' lifeless head spoke.

Nire's eyes started to sting once more as he continues to rub her cheek. She felt damp, cold lines vertically forming under her eyes. Cyrus' hand happens to brush against one of those lines and begins to spread it across the side of her muzzle as he continues to rub her.

"Heh....don't cry...."

"Do that later....when you're safe and sound back at home..." Cyrus whispered.

Home...I've heard that before....but if this weakling is willing to kill himself for me....then I guess it won't hurt to try once more....

"That is... if you still want to come...?" He asked Nire.

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"Alright."