Deep/)Dark/)Fantasy

Lyra trots briskly between the tall buildings of Canterlot. She didn't want to be late for her appointment. She arrived in a dingy hostel building, no bigger than two stories tall. She walks by the front counter, where a tired looking mare is reading newspaper. She was told to come through to the room 16th, where her guest had already been waiting.

Yet she is petrified by the door, held in place by unseen forces. She is just a  knocking away from fulfilling her fantasy, the one that she's been waiting her whole adult life.  Slowly she swallowed her breath, held up her sweating hooves, and tap the door three times.

"Who's there?" said a voice from behind the door. It had a silky yet rough nature to it, which tickles Lyra's ear strangely.

"Its me, The Bachelorette" Lyra said lowly. She only converse with him under that alias.

"Come in then, the doors unlocked"

Lyra then pushed the door open, and slipped inside, where her fantasy awaits.

"My name's Anon" talked the alien, statesque being. His oiled, light yellowish-brown skin glistens under the cheap knockoff lightbulbs of the motel room. He sits in a relaxed manner, slouching down on the seat, with hinted smile in his mouth. He's wearing nothing but a black leather thong, a very I'm an artist. I'm a performance artist."

"I'm hired by ponies to fulfill their fantasies."

"Their Deep/)Dark/)Fantasy"

"When I got here, I don't know what to do. Maybe modeling, and acting. After 102 interview and small jobs, you know, I decided that I had enough, then I get into cuddling world."

"The client in question requested a lot of things. So I just decided to go, you know, full master, and I change my entire house into a stable. Um, Stable Master, with a full stable in my house, and uhm, its going really well."

"Belly Rubbing is 300 bits, and the ponies are usually pretty much fizzled on cider, to really get relax, to get, you know. Pulled my sleeves off all the way to my armpit. And if they want, I put on a custom latex glove in my hand, if, up to the wrist. And just flexing up. Its a long process you know, get your whole arm there. Its, uh, an intense feeling for the ponies, I *think* for myself too. You going places that, uhm, even though physical, with your hand, but for some reason its also more emotional."

"Its more psychological too"

"I mean, we both reach up to the same place, at the same time. After session like that, I get little exhausted."

"I don't know, I feel kinda, uhm, naked, because I'm looking at myself at the first time, I think. Well, not *myself* but this aspect of my life for the first time, and its been, 3 or 5 months probably, and I never thought about it.

"Kinda sad really. I felt really sad right now, I don't know why."