I'm Subtle Love, a well known Prostitute down in the Brothel in downtown Manehattan. I just got out because it was a Friday night. It was my night to relieve myself of any stress I had. Which is to say, a lot. So, I went to 65th Ave to check out this new bar. It was called 'The Drunken Fighter' and all my brothel 'sisters' went there. They told me about it, and even said that I might find some guy to screw for extra money. They said it like they forgot how much I'm paid. But that didn't matter.
So, after crossing a few streets and going through an alleyway, I made it to the place. I stepped inside and removed my coat. I was standing at 5'11" with lovely wings that stayed unfurled at my side's. My mane was silky soft and went down my shoulders, where the ends curled outwards. My mane was lavender color, as was my tail. I had soft fur that was a soft pink. I wore a leather jumpsuit that was skin tight and a deep reddish brown. My cleavage was showing as well as the lacy black bra I wore underneath. I licked my lips to the scent of beer, booze, and liquor. I then walked to the counter, where a bartender stood drying off a champagne glass.
He was quite a handsome unicorn, with his dark brown fur and his deep purple mane and tail. He wore a suit shirt from A-mare-ican Eagle Outfitters, with the sleeves rolled up. He also wore a bow tie and black slacks. His eyes were a deep green that left me in a trance. He looked muscular, but in a way that looks nice. He wasn't too bulky like other stallions (Sorry Big Mac). I approached the counter, then sat down, hearing a slight squish from my panties. Thankfully, he didn't notice. He looked up a me, and smiled. "What's a fine mare like you doing in a dump like this?" He asked with a smooth voice.
I replied back with, "It's Friday, I want to relieve my stress, I need some drinks."
Then I realized it came out harsh, so I added, "Please~?"
He smirked and nodded. "Though, if you wanted some stress relieving, I could have helped with that in quite a way you might like." He added after. He then pointed to the sign behind him that listed the drinks and asked, "What'll it be, sweet thing?"
I looked at him with a sultry look and replied with, "Three shots of Vodka and a better pick up line."
He chuckled, then pulled out the Vodka. He threw the glass bottle in the air and caught it by the nozzle before pouring it into three different shot glasses. He then slid them gently to me, his hands touching mine. "Oh, I can do better, sexy. Trust me." He said. Which only made he laugh before taking down one shot in a fast gulp.
Just then, he turned to me. "So, just trying to start idle chit chat here, so where do you work?" He asked.
"The Brothel in Downtown Manehattan."
"Ah, a prostitute. My mother was a prostitute, still is matter of fact." He said with a tone of both disgust and interest. "How much do they pay you?" He said as he poured a glass of Wine for himself.
"6500 bits," I replied.
He spat out his wine in a comedic fashion. "S-sixty five hundred!?!"
"Yup," I said, staring at my nails like I just said something unimportant. I gulp down another shot of Vodka.
"Damn! My own mother doesn't earn that much." He replied. Then, just as I was about to say how ponies pay good for my attention, two stallions approached me with dumb grins on their faces. One was white with a blonde mane and tail, and he wore a white suit that had a black collar. The other looked like a butler. I guessed the first guy was a rich snob and the other was his valet.
"I couldn't help but notice your beauty radiate its heat upon me as I entered. You are quite the specimen to behold, miss...?"
"Subtle Love."
"Subtle Love," he said shortly after, as if he had a clue. He then opened his mouth and said, "May I ask for your address? I'd love to come over some time and...have a nice time with you."
I saw from the corner of my eye the clenched jaw on the bartender, his fists balled. "Get out of here, Blueblood." He said.
"And why should I?" asked the stallion dubbed as Blueblood.
"BECAUSE YOU RAPED MY OLDER SISTER, YOU POMPOUS BRAT!!!" He yelled out.
Blueblood smirked, then laughed as he replied back with, "It Isn't rape if the lady enjoys it."
I could tell by the bead of sweat on the bartender's temple that it was pissing him off. And to be honest, this guy was pissing me off too. The bartender then said, "It was rape. Or are you always seeing the law suit papers as fan mail?" Blue blood smirked as he said, "Who are you gonna believe? Your slut of an older sister or Innocent Royalty?"
The bartender hopped over the counter table and socked Blueblood in the face, instantly drawing blood from Bluebloods' nose. Blueblood screamed out all girly like (much to my amusement), and pinched his nose to stop the bleeding. The butler tried to stop the vicious bartender, but the bartender gave a swift kick to the butler's nuts, and that was settled. The bartender grabbed Blueblood by the scruff of his neck and grunted into his ear the words, "Get the hell out." He then tossed Blueblood out the entrance, leaving him there to bleed out his nose for passersby to see.
"Ahem...sorry you had to see that," said the bartender as he hopped back over the counter to his spot. I gulped down my third shot and thought hard about what I was about to do. I then gave a smug look as I said, "I'll take six more shots. Three for me and three for my special friend."
He poured them and gave me all six. I slid three to him and smiled. "Drink up."
He looked confused at first, until I said, "Look, do you wanna bang later or not?"
He smiled and took the drinks happily.
I walked in an odd fashion, since the Vodka hit me hard. I had the bartender escort me home. He offered since I was too drunk to walk alone. Plus, he did accept my offer earlier, so he might as well come over. So, I lead him to a house that was not too far from the bar. It was a white house with a blue roof and red Windows. I reached into my pocket to grab my key, and it fell. 'Just great,' I thought to myself. The bartender smiled and picked it up for me, even going as far as unlocking the door for me. I smiled and said, "Merci" as I walked inside. He followed shortly after, closing the door. I sat down in my couch, pulling him onto me as I pulled him into a kiss. He accepted it and held my body close to his. It felt amazing, being trapped in his arms, which was funny, since I hardly knew the guy. But I shouldn't find it funny, because I have guys holding me all the time in bed doing more than just kissing. I broke the kiss, smiling. "Care to tell me about yourself?"
"Well, my name is Gin Tonic," he started. I liked his name and how he said it. It was very sexy. "My life was shit. My mother was a Prostitute, and my father was never around. My younger sister was born sick practically, and my older sister was raped by that bastard flirting with you earlier. I decided I didn't want my sisters to live that life anymore. So I took on a job as a bartender, leading to my cutie Mark being three grapes. But eventually, I got enough money to buy a new home. I brought my sisters to the home, so now I live with them. I help my older sister take care of my younger sister while my older brother does nothing but brag about how rich he is." He sighed in sadness and looked down to the floor. I felt so sorry for him. He had a sickly younger sister, a raped older sister, and a brother who doesn't give a shit. I couldn't't d for it, him being so miserable. So I immediately and walked a few feet away from him. I then turned back towards him and unzipped my jumpsuit. I slowly stripped it off by pulling one strap off.
I then allowed it to fall to the floor, revealing the black lingerie I was wearing beneath my jumpsuit. He simply stared in amazement as I said to him, "Just relax and let me take care of you."
I leaned onto him, grinding myself onto his crotch, wetting his slacks and my panties. I smirked and slipped off my panties, saying, "I don't need these anymore. They're all wet~" He simply smiled and unzipped his slacks and untying his shoes, pulling them both off. His legs were toned and firm. And I could feel his cock rising in height. I moaned when it rubbed my pussy, making me much more wet. I couldn't resist, and I lowered myself until I was at eye level with it. I pulled off his underwear and tossed it aside. I then stroked the cock gently, enjoying the warmth between my fingers. I earned a soft moan from the stallion, which encouraged me to continue. I stroked faster and licked his shaft. He moaned a little louder this time, and I sealed the deal the moment I put my mouth around the tip. I began to lick in circular motions, enjoying the taste of his cock.
I then shoved more of his length down my throat, moaning as I did. I then sucked as I pulled it to the tip, then shoving more of it down my throat. It felt so good, having his big cock in my mouth. I then took in more, eventually deep throating him. He gasped in pleasure and leaned his head back, looking to the ceiling. I continued to deep throat him, humming as I did so the vibrations would increase his pleasure. Before I knew it, he had his hands on the back of my head, thrusting into my mouth. It felt so fucking good, I gagged a little, but I let him keep going. He was close, I could feel it when his dick flared up. And he came quite a load.
I made sure to swallow it all, or at least I tried to. It became so much that a little dribbled down my muzzle. He pulled out, leaving me coughing and gasping for air. He smiled and looked at me. I only stared up back at him, smiling as I licked off the cum on my muzzle. I then laid on my back and rubbed my pussy in front of him. However soft he was getting was gone as it went back to full mast. He got onto his hands and knees above me, watching as I had spread my legs for him. I then wrapped them around his waist, pulling him closer to me. I felt his member envelop itself between my folds. I gave a loud moan, encouraging him to go further.
I pulled him even further onto me with my legs, shoving his entire length into me. I couldn't help but feel good. As he began to thrust into me, I moaned loudly into his ear. "Oh baby~" I whispered. He smirked and slowly went faster, trying to get more moans out of me. And it worked, because I kept moaning. I don't know why, but...the way he fucked me felt...special, different compared to most of the stallions I've been with. It became harder, and he hit my G-spot.
It was all over from there.
I practically howled out in pleasure, then grabbed him and rolled us so that he was under me. I pulled my flank up and plopped down hard, hitting my G-spot again. I repeated my pattern of going up and down on his length. It got me to the point where I came all over him, the juices flowing down my legs and on his member. He grinned and grabbed my hips. He then thrusted into me hard and fast.
"Oh! Yes!" I yelled out in pleasure. He kept going at a pace that really turned me on. I yelled out in pleasure as he continued to hit my G-spot. Eventually, he burst. His semen flooded into me, filling me to the brim. I gave a loud moan and leaned on top of him. He patted my head and whispered into my ear, "That was fun. Thank you for easing my pain."
'Fun, it was' I thought. 'And it was the best stress free night I had...'
