A Herd of Misfits

“You okay with this, Red?” Onyx asked as I straightened my bow tie. I was shivering from ear to hoof. This would be my first client, and they wouldn't tell me anything other than a name, and that didn't help either. What kind of name is Mossy? Stallion or mare? Answer me that much at least! With a name like Mossy, it  could go either way!

“Just, let Mossy in.” I sighed, sitting on the couch, letting my fore hooves hang over the arm of the couch. For what ever reason, Mr. H, who I had yet to meet, instructed me to wear black vest with a bow tie. I felt like an exotic dancer, which, with the way I could be acting for the client, might not be too far from my job description.

“What ever you say.” Onyx stepped out and Mossy stepped in a few moments later.

I forced my jaw not to drop as Mossy, turned out to be a green unicorn, with a swept back, two toned brown mane and a laughing mask for a cutie mark. She was stunning, and that seemed like an insult to her perfect figure. She blinked her long eye lashes at me, giving me a hungry smile. She was going to eat me alive.

“Hi there~” Oh buck! Oh buck! I knew this pony! She was only one of the most talented actresses in Canterlot Theater. “Can I, come in?”

For a long moment, my brain forgot that I was suppose to be entertain this pony, and treating her normally.

“Y-yes.” I hastily got off the couch, walking over to the door, nearly tripping over my own hooves. “Please, come in.”

She looked a little disappointed, but she trotted in. “Let me guess, sugar. New?”

Laughing nervousness, I nodded. “First session actually.”

Mossy rolled her yellow eyes. “And I have to put up with foalsitting you. That's just perfect.”

Her words cut deep. “Sorry.” I mumbled. “I wasn't given any instruction.”

Mossy gave me a half lidded look. “Kid, if you act like that, you're not going to last the day. Come here.” She walked to the couch and sat down, patting the spot next to her. “I've been a regular here for years, so I know how things run. First off, were you told hooves off?”

Mutely I nodded.

“Luna Buck the Moon! They really ARE throwing you to the wolves aren't they?”

“What do you mean?”

“Don't believe everything you hear honey.” She sighed, leaning back. “Mr. H has connections. Those connections mean two things. One, this place can exist, and two, he can get away with just about anything.”

I stared at her. “W-w-what?!”

She nodded, her yellow eyes watching mine with a hunger that ran deep. “Let me put it in terms you understand, because clearly, I'm not getting through that thick skull of yours.” She leaned in and whispered in my ear. “You're a weak helpless little colt.” Her breath was a hot pant in my ear. “And I'm a hungry Timber Wolf.” Lightly, she licked my ear.

Any brave stallion would have just sat there, sweating bullets. A strong stallion would have given in to her lustful advances. I, however, will be the first to tell you I'm not a brave or a strong stallion, and so squealed loudly, turning, and backing up on the couch, starting to babble, my voice shifting into a high pitched whine.

“No,nonononono, ple-please! I-I-I-I'm not like that! H-honest! I'm a good colt! I'm a good colt!”

Mossy blinked and stared at me. Her surprised face turned into a smile. Soon, she was doubling over, laughing her plot off, even going so far to fall off the couch to roll on the floor, holding her ribs as she chortled.

“Kid, hahahaha, You're, heheheehehe, Oohhh Buck! That was-HAHAHA-th-that was-”

Watching her roll about, giggling like an idiot told me everything. Sitting up, trying to recover what dignity I could, I crossed my forelegs and pouted.

“Mossy, you're mean!”

“That look on your face! HAHAHA!”

“Yeah, ha ha, it was funny. Now would you just shut up about it already?!”

She stopped rolling, giving me a wide smile. “Ohh, feisty, are you? What you going to do if I don't?”

Oh she wanted to go that rout did she? I slide off the couch onto the floor, scooting close to her, and breathing in her ear, much the same way she did to me.

“I won't do a thing~” I cooed in my feminine voice. “I'll just scream, and big Onyx will come save me from the big, bad, hungry timber wolf that wants to eat me until there's nothing left but a long, hard, aching, stiff, twitching bone~”

Her face drained of blood. Her horn glowing lightly yellow, sending out a few unexpected sparks as her tail quickly covered herself. Her whine told me that, that was exactly what she wanted to hear, or close to it at least.

After her silent orgasm, she looked over at me, with wide eyes. “If you ever wanted to give up hosting and become an actor, I could get you any part you could ever dream.”

I smiled. “Thanks.” I replied, getting up and offering her a hoof. “But this is only a temporary gig. I'm saving up to get my dance studio back.”

She took my hoof, rolling up to her haunches, hiding the new stain on the carpet. “Dance studio you say?” She smiled kindly. “Tell me about it.”