No Place Like Home

It was an overcast, windy Monday morning. In her office, Sapphire Nightingale sat and calmly reached for her second milky coffee of the day while the weather pegasi did their work outside. Once she had drank her beloved coffee, a zebra import from down in Manehatten, the thirty five year old pegasus mare decided it was high time she started her day. Pushing herself out of her comfy recliner, the dull orange pony swept her two tone light and dark blue mane away from her green eyes and with a sigh left her office.

Immediately she was struck by the very noticeable chill that seeped through her fur to her bones, as well as the stiff breeze that took her breath away. Doing her regular rounds, though she was a little late at nine a.m., she checked up on some of her regular guests. She was rather proud of her room by the hour motel in Whinnyapolis. It had been in her family for over thirty years, and she had personally owned it for ten of those years. She climbed the outdoor steps. The bottom floor was a ‘real’ motel for those that could afford it, but the top floor was her actual bread and butter.

Using her master key, Sapphire Nightingale moved down the line. As she expected, only a few rooms would still be occupied by those ponies that had nowhere left to go. Every room had a secure deposit box on the inside by the door where each freelance whore or gigolo would leave her their cut. Sapphire grinned to herself as she checked each box in turn, taking the money that was rightfully hers. Nopony would be able to forget that cut a second time.

The occupied ones were all the same, disgusting roach pits that stank the moment she got near them, and she didn't bother to knock when she went in. She took her cut that was due and left unless one of them dared to speak to her. All of them were disposable and utterly beneath her notice.

On the second storey, in her room – though cell would be a better term for the fifteen by twenty five foot space – a unicorn mare in her late forties by the name of Monsoon lay unconscious on the filthy construct that passed for a bed. The pale brown mare snored and drooled, draped over the side of the bed, her frazzled dishevelled blue mane tangled and lank over her half open eyes.

The room itself stank of old stale alcohol, salt lick and Luna knew what else stained the dirty hardwood floor, while she stank of age, drugs and sex. Unmentionable liquids were dried on the fur between her hind legs and on her inner thighs, unpleasant remnants of the last night’s tricks that she was sleeping off, as well as her drink and opium fuelled hangover.

Monsoon had wet herself in the night, and various old cuts and bruises mottled her pale brown body. Painfully thin from not eating properly in favour of getting high, she was, in a word, disgusting, both to smell and to look at. Unbeknownst to her, as most things were, there was no money in the box. Her pimp, though Monsoon loved him dearly, Red Light had taken it all beforehoof, leaving his - for want of a better term – marefriend, in the disgusting pit of a room to face Sapphire’s wrath on her own.

Red Light had no love whatsoever for Monsoon. All she was to him was an easy-to-manipulate source of bits. She was his property. She was his whore and his tool. Though, lately, she was his disappointing whore. As she was forty seven, or eight, or whatever – he didn’t know and didn’t care to know either – her looks were failing her. The opium he used to control her didn’t help. She looked a good ten years older than she was.

As such, to teach her a lesson, he’d taken everything from the secure money box.

Sapphire Nightingale had ascended to the second floor having taken her fifteen per cent cut from those in the rooms on the first floor. As she neared the last door, she knew for some ponies it wasn't that they had nowhere to go, rather that they had reached the end of the line. She opened the last door, to Monsoon’s room.

The physical wall of disgusting smell that hit her in the face meant nothing to her as long as the pony inside preformed. Nopony who came up here paid for the ambiance. To her immense displeasure the box was empty. Sapphire turned to face the wreck of a pony sprawled on the filthy stinking stain covered bed and with a well-aimed kick, knocked the whore onto the foul floor. "You don't get a bed here unless you pay for it!" She screamed as loudly as she could.

"MMMMPH!" Monsoon protested, her bleary eyes opening a fraction but not really seeing. "B-Box..." she slurred, pointing at what she hoped was the right wall.

If it hadn't have been bolted down to the wall, Sapphire would have tossed the box at the wretched excuse for a mare on the floor. "Empty, whore! Did you sneak out and piss it all away?"

"N-No..." she tried to stand up but her legs, trembling for there was no heating in these rooms, collapsed under her weight and she fell back down into whatever filth was on the floor. "Red...took the money," she slurred and opened her eyes properly, though through her drug addled haze she was having trouble focussing on the mare stood over her. "Sapphy? Is th-that you?"

"That ain't my problem,” Sapphire sneered, aiming another kick at the forlorn pony’s midsection. “I'll give you till noon or you're going to work it off." With that, she turned on her hooves, intent on leaving the mare on the floor as she walked out.

"Wait...Sapphy..." Monsoon sobbed, tears stinging her eyes as she once more tried to stand up. "I won't have it...please don't throw me out! Y-You know what Red will do!"

Sapphire Nightingale spat at Monsoon, glee in her eyes as the glob of spit hit her target square in the face and slid down her cheek. "Not my problem. You can sleep in Red's asshole for all I care."

"Sapphy please...please don't throw me out! I've got nowhere else!" She sobbed, her hangover and her opium downer kicking her ass. She knew full well she wouldn’t have the money by noon. Maybe if she was younger, just maybe she could get the one thousand plus bits the motel owner demanded daily. "I'll do whatever, please Sapphy, we-we're friends!"

“You're a friend of any cock that walks past you.” Sapphire sneered, spitting on her a second time. “There’s no charity here, you want something you're going to have to work for it.”

"Whatever you want, Sapphy," Monsoon whimpered, sore absolutely all over as she walked towards the dull orange pegasus. "I'll clean, I’ll do anything!"

A very cruel smile spreading on her lips, Sapphire snorted, "Last time I gave you an easy job of cleaning the rooms on this floor and you did a shit job. Why don’t I just get a strap-on and screw you till you can’t walk?"

"Please Sapphy...I’ll do whatever you want...I need this room!" Monsoon dropped back to the stained filthy hardwood floor and crawled on her thin belly over to the angry motel owner, grovelling pathetically at her orange hooves.

Sapphire however would not be so easily swayed. "Get your filthy hooves off me!" She kicked out at the whore’s face and tossed Monsoon the keys to the second floor. "Clean them right and I'll let you keep tonight's cut. Fuck up again and you can sleep on Red's horn for all I care, Bitch."

Monsoon creeped a little closer and nuzzled the closest hoof to her that she could reach, not caring how clean it was as she licked the hard edge of her toe. Utterly revolted, Sapphire Nightingale backed away and then she wiped her hoof clean on the dirty soiled bed spread. "I'll be checking up at three o'clock this afternoon so you got six hours for twelve rooms. If a pony is in there just clean around them." With that, she walked out and didn't bother to close the door.

Sapphire Nightingale stomped her way back down to the ground floor and to her office / living room. She badly needed a coffee just as much as she needed to wash her hooves after being in those rooms and having them touched by Monsoon. As she slumped in her recliner with her mug full, she shook her two toned mane out. She hoped that Monsoon and Red Light would move on. They’d been in Whinnyapolis two years now and it was about time they moved on to the next city.

Presently, three o’clock in the afternoon came, and Sapphire Nightingale once more made her way – albeit reluctantly – back up the outside stairs to the second floor. As she checked each room, she stopped at one that made even her recoil in horror. "Celestia have your hide, Blender.” She screamed down the balcony. “You clean up that shit or I'll have you eating it! I put a toilet in these rooms for a reason!"

Shaking her head, she stalked away from Blender’s room to find Monsoon. She really needed a pony to bully, and the old opium addict was her favourite target. Sapphire slammed the door to each room that she checked and then she started yelling down the balcony at a pony that tried to sneak out past her. Finally she yanked open Monsoon's door. "You did a shit job again!"

Monsoon didn’t look up as the irate motel owner entered. She had finished the cleaning an hour earlier, as much as she could, but with the best will in the world there was no adequate way of cleaning these rooms. “I didn’t!” The pale brown unicorn protested weakly as she looked up from an old photograph held in her hooves.

"I didn't!" Monsoon wailed again as she saw the look of thunder on Sapphire Nightingale’s face. She dropped the old photograph of her with her daughter on the bed. The only remnant of her old life she had left, and the only thing she had to remind her of her filly, Cyclone. "Sapphy I cleaned them, I swear I did!"

Unswayed, Sapphire snorted. She knew full well these rooms of the motel weren’t exactly five star quality, but even so, she could still bully the snivelling whore. "Half ass jobs are all you're good for." Nonetheless, she opened up a wing and an unwrapped daisy and avocado sandwich fell with a squelch to the floor. "That and any bits Red leaves you are your payment. Shit, I might fire that stupid zebra and hire you for cleaning."

Monsoon saw the sandwich fall and her mouth instantly began to water. The pale brown unicorn lit her horn and she made an attempt at levitating the sandwich from the frankly nasty floor, but her pathetically weak magic petered out halfway, leaving her to stumble the rest of the way to get it in her hooves. "Red doesn't leave me with bits. You know that..." She smiled as she took a bite of the dirty food. "I'll leave him today...I’ll go home."

Sapphire Nightingale just laughed her snide derisive laugh as she walked out, "I've heard that one a million times, from a million whores. What makes you any different?" Left alone, with the motel owner’s mocking laughter ringing in her ears, Monsoon sat and wept over the photo of Cyclone as she ate the sandwich she had picked up from the floor.

It had been twenty something years since she had seen her daughter. Monsoon didn’t know for sure how long it had been since she had left Canterlot just that it had been a long time. Crying fresh hot salty tears, she went into the dirty mouldy shower and tried as best she could to freshen herself up. She wanted to go home. She wanted to see her little Cyclone again. In order to do that, she needed bits. To get bits, she had to get a trick or two, or three or four.

Having made up her mind to leave Red Light and this life behind – the millionth time she had come to this decision – Monsoon, now looking as good as she ever would, given her physical state, left her motel room in search of a score. Quickly, fortunately, she found two earth ponies in search of a good time. Taking them back to her room, Monsoon bucked them both, the stallion and the mare once each while the other watched and then both together in a threesome on her soiled bed.

Having earned herself one thousand two hundred bits for the three hard bucks, the pale brown whore saw her two tricks out of her room before depositing the money in the secure box. At least Sapphire would be satisfied for tonight, at any rate. Once more, she decided to wash up as best she could to make herself as desirable as she could and she ventured outside into the darkening evening for a walk.

From her time in Whinnyapolis, Monsoon knew there was a really nice lake not far from the motel. About a mile away amidst some towering trees, she loved this lake. It put her in mind of many, many years ago in Canterlot when she used to play with Cyclone. She smiled as she remembered, through the haze of sex and drugs, to when she used to levitate her little filly out over the water before she could fly properly.

As she walked along, her thoughts consumed by her jet black filly and her unruly turquoise mane, Monsoon found her thoughts interrupted by a buttercup yellow earth pony colt with a dark green mane, surely no more than eighteen, barely a stallion. “Hey granny,” he called out to her, “what has you out tonight?”

“Granny?” Monsoon squeaked, at first outraged until she remembered – from the mirror in her shower – her 'past it' appearance. She hated that mirror and she hated the wasted excuse for a pony who looked back at her from it. “I'm no granny, kid. I wanted a walk, I'm going to the lake.” She pointed towards the rippling waters. “What about you?”

The young pony shrugged, “Bored and looking for a good time, if you know what I mean.”

“Oooh...” Monsoon smiled and, looking the colt over, gave him her very best bedroom eyes. He looked well built, strong and most of all, he looked clean. “I do know what you mean.”

The buttercup yellow earth pony, whose name actually was Buttercup Meadow, though he wasn’t about to disclose that to her, laughed at that. “I thought you would, how much for some head?” He asked, casting furtive glances here and there as he got down to business.

About to reply with her usual four hundred bit rate, Monsoon stopped and thought about it. She realised she hadn't had a decent opium hit in two days thanks to Red Light taking all her bits. He’d fed her just enough to keep withdrawal at bay and keep her under control. She also realised Red wasn't there. “I'll do you here and now for two hundred bits,” she offered with a smile, “Three hundred for a bit more, honey.”

“Here?” Buttercup Meadow looked around like he was scared he was about to be stung. “But-but, um…don't you have a place or something?”

“I have a place,” Monsoon replied, “But it'll cost you more. Right here I'm nice and cheap…” she stepped close to her potential trick so that he could smell her and she ran a hoof along his sheath. “C'mon...you want a story for your friends, right?”

Nervously now, he looked around in the semi-darkness. “You swallow?”

“Hmhmm you bet I do,” she murmured as she rubbed his sheath a little harder, now nuzzling his neck. “How old are you, honey?”

“Old enough.” Buttercup replied simply. “I don't wanna do it here, I'll give you four hundred and fifty if you suck me off and I watch you swallow my load.”

Straightaway, Monsoon nodded. She saw in this rather young stallion the easiest trick of her life. “You got a deal. Let's go to the lake, it's real quiet this time of day.”

“What?” Buttercup Meadow couldn’t hide the panic in his voice. The very last thing he wanted was to be seen by his marefriend, or worse, one of her family members. “No! You got no place then I'm outta here.”

Monsoon quickly nodded her head. Last thing she wanted to do was lose an easy score like this. Four hundred and fifty just for oral? It was like Hearths Warming. “My place is this way, honey.” As she turned to lead the way, she flicked her blue tail along the length of his sheath.

Buttercup, young and woefully inexperienced as he was, was quickly getting hard under Monsoon’s soft gentle caresses. “O-Okay, now you're talking, but not for much longer.” He added with a snicker, because he’d heard something like that on the porno he’d ‘borrowed’ from his dad one time.

Monsoon snickered as she led the way back to the motel and, like any good whore would, she held her blue tail up high, giving her customer a clear view of her marehood. However, casting a well-trained sexy look over her shoulder, the pale brown unicorn noticed her trick was not looking under her tail but instead his focus was on her mane and her ears. “You like my ears, honey?” She asked as she flicked them sensuously in his direction.

His jaw hanging open, Buttercup just nodded behind her. Leading the way up the stairs to the upper motel and on to her now somewhat cleaned room, she turned and purred through half-lidded eyes, “Hmm, I bet you want to hold them while I blow you, right?”

Nervously, the colt swallowed. “Can I stroke your mane too?”

“Honey, you can do anything you like to me.” Monsoon opened her door. “Any. Thing. Pet it, sniff it...”

“O-Okay,” with a very shaky hoof, Buttercup Meadow reached into his bag and placed the four hundred and fifty bits on the table in the room. “I wanna sniff your mane. Now.”

“Yes Sir.” Monsoon smiled and, running a hoof through her mane, she fluffed up the mess of hair as much as she could as she found a relatively clean patch of hardwood floor and sat down on her haunches.

Coming at the old whore from the front, the buttercup yellow earth pony nuzzled his way gently around her almost-useless horn. “S-Soft and Hmmm…smells nice…” sniffing her blue mane, he had one hoof playing with her left ear while the other lovingly stroked her mane along her neckline.

“Hmmmm!” Monsoon couldn’t help but coo softly at the young stallion’s surprisingly gentle touch, which was much gentler than she was used to. Panting just a little bit, she reached her forehoof under his body to play with his hardened cock.

As it happened, Buttercup was very hard indeed, and rather proud of his package even if he was sure the old prostitute had seen bigger. She was indulging his fetish and that had him very excited indeed. “Can I lick your horn?”

“MmMmmm, yes you can, you big boy…” No sooner had she muttered her consent than she felt several tentative licks along the whole length of her horn making her shudder. All too soon however he abandoned that experiment and he went back to nuzzling her mane and then, amazingly, he licked her ears. “Oooooh....oh m-my...so soft...” Monsoon’s breathing hitched and her tail flagged, sending her scent up in the air as she moved to fondle his heavy balls.

Buttercup groaned, “C-Can you do it now, p-please?”

“Yes honey.” Monsoon nodded. For this nice young colt, she’d do almost anything he was so sweet. “Would you like to lie down on my bed?”

The buttercup yellow pony took one look at said bed and decided he’d rather not lie down on it. “I wanna do it sitting so I can see you under me.”

“You’re the boss, honey.” Monsoon watched the young stallion sit on the edge of her bed and she shuffled forwards to get a better angle of attack. It was a little awkward with her horn, but she quickly found it could be done. Buttercup continued to play with her ears and her mane and he kept up that sweet gentle touch even as the old whore licked up the length of his impressive cock.

“Mmmm big boy…” when she was at the top of his shaft, Monsoon kissed all around his flat head, probing his urethra delicately with her tongue before opening her mouth and lowering her muzzle down. Slowly she went, torturously slowly, inch by inch she took more and more of his twitching member in her mouth until his tip hit the back of her throat and her lips touched his yellow fur.

Poor Buttercup didn’t last very long at all. All it took was several long hard deep throat bucks where the experienced prostitute bobbed her head and mouth all the way down to his crotch for him to blow his load in her mouth. “Don't swallow yet! I wanna see it in your mouth!” He yelled as he came.

When she felt the first rope of his hot cum spurt from the tip of Buttercup’s flared cock, Monsoon held it in her mouth as she pulled off of him. Expertly she held his tip in her mouth and closed off her throat as she allowed her mouth to fill up with his seed. When he’d finally stopped ejaculating, she opened proudly, even going so far as to play with it with her tongue to put on a better show. “That's so hot.” Buttercup moaned, “What does it taste like?”

Monsoon played with it a little longer just to make a little extra show of it for him before she swallowed it all so she could answer. “Hmmm, it’s sweet, warm, with a little saltiness to it...just delicious, honey.”

“My-my marefriend won't do that.” Buttercup blushed, a red tinge colouring his yellow cheeks. “Says it's gross. Um…thank you.”

Monsoon smiled as she licked her lips clean. “You're the best tasting trick I've had all week. If your marefriend won't do it, you come right on back to me.”

Nodding, Buttercup Meadow heaved himself off of the bed and walked over to the table. Leaving an extra fifty bits, he turned to face her when he paused at the door. “Might see you around the lake again. Um, ah...bye?”

Smiling, giving him her very best bedroom eyes, Monsoon blew him a kiss. “Bye, sweetie.” As the buttercup yellow stallion left her room, the last she saw of him was his dark green tail vanishing through the door, she reflected on how that was the least amount of work she ever had to do for five hundred easy bits in her job. As the trick was logged in, she deposited the requisite four hundred of the five hundred bits she had just received in the secure box.

Seeing as Red Light only expected four hundred bits per job, she decided to keep a hundred back for herself in her shoulder pouch before heading back out for that walk she was going to have before she had encountering the young stallion. After all, if Red Light wasn’t giving her the drugs she needed, then she’d leave him and get them herself. Then, she’d go home and see her little filly again.

Cyclone. Every single time she thought of her filly her heart burned. Love, pride, affection, that was all there when she thought about her little jet black foal. Also, as she kept on thinking, was shame, regret, remorse and a whole load of other negative emotions. Shame, regret and remorse because she’d almost killed her when she had been four. She was no mother. She was a rotting disgrace of a pony. She deserved everything that happened to her.

“Hey kitten,” a voice that was clearly not a pony’s voice interrupted her self-destructive train of thought. “Nice to see you outside of that roach motel.”

Still seeing her husband’s - well, ex-husband by now surely – twisted accusatory face snarling at her, throwing what she did to Cyclone back at her every chance he got until she had no choice but to leave, Monsoon looked back over her shoulder to find the source of the voice in the moonlight. “It's nice to be outside the roach motel.”

The voice, it turned out, belonged to a large powerfully built male griffon with a dark blue plumage that looked black at this hour of night. “You for sale, kitten?”

“Always,” Monsoon replied and, with an act of will, shoved Tropical Storm’s face and her filly’s loud crying away from her thoughts into that dark little pit of her mind that needed the drugs to stay closed. “If you have the bits, that is.”

“I have bits if you're worth the service.” The griffon replied, turning alongside her so he could show off his size. “I like to do it in the natural.”

“I like to do it anywhere I'll get paid.”

The dark blue griffon saw which way the old whore was walking and pointed his clawed hand towards the dark waters of the lake. “May as well enjoy the walk.”

“I'm headed to the lake.” Thoughts of her family very far from her mind now, Monsoon took a long moment to admire the view as he drew alongside her.

“Does look lovely in the moonlight.” He commented, making small talk as he pointed with his left wing tip. “I think there is a boat dock just over there.”

“Perfect.” Determinedly, Monsoon headed over in the direction of the dock. She could only just barely make it out in the near distance. “So, you know I'm out of the motel. Haven't seen you before.”

The griffon, whose name happened to be Boreas, walked with her over the cold dark grass towards the lake. “Just drifting through, I was staying there on the bottom floor and noticed a lot of traffic to the top.” He said in a bored voice that screamed he didn’t care. “Put two and two together.”

“Uh huh.” Monsoon nodded as they walked, forcing a broad smile up to her face that didn’t reach her eyes, though in this light it was hard to tell. “I drift too I guess.”

“Let’s drift onto the dock.” Boreas smiled a dangerous little smile, the moonlight glinting off of his sharp beak. “So, how much for sex?”

“Yes Sir.” Monsoon’s attitude once again shifted now the prospect of a second unsolicited trick had reared its head. “Three hundred bits…” she smiled a genuine smile then when she realised she could go big and milk this griffon for a lot of bits. After all, she knew from experience griffons had ‘extreme’ tastes and that precious few prostitutes around here would even entertain them. “Ah…three hundred for a blowie, five hundred for the snatch and seven hundred for whatever kinkiness you can think of.”

Boreas laughed a particularly cruel laugh at that. He could scarcely believe he’d finally found a whore willing to screw him, even if it was an old nag. “I can think a lot. Surcharge if I get some blood on my claws?”

“Blood is an extra one hundred and fifty.”

“And if we should get wet in the lake?”

“Extra one hundred bits.”

Boreas snickered nastily as he led her out onto the very exposed boat dock. He couldn’t care less that they were out in the open. “You're game, kitten, I’ll give you that. Here's five hundred bits now and another five hundred when I'm done. If I'm satisfied.”

“Oh...” Monsoon took the offered five hundred bits in her somewhat shaky hooves and put it in her money pouch. “You'll be satisfied, Sir, I'm a good screw.”

“I'll be the judge of that.” Boreas snapped sharply, “You do any kinky magic with that horn?”

Monsoon blushed, “I'm afraid my magic isn't that great…” actually, truth be told, her magic was so awful it was practically non-existent. She had been rather accomplished at levitation, once upon a time, but following what had happened with Cyclone in Las Pegasus as well as twenty something years of drug abuse had robbed her of what magical prowess she might have once possessed.

Boreas simply shrugged, not caring one way or the other. “Can't have it all.” He walked out onto the very end of the dock. “Pretty nice town you have here, but I need you working on my undercarriage right now.”

“Yes Sir.” Taking the not-so-subtle hint, Monsoon ducked low and crawled underneath the larger stronger griffon’s body and gently but firmly ran her hoof along his sheath.

“Pony lips are so soft…” Boreas purred.

“They are indeed, Sir,” smiling, though her nose was wrinkled at the frankly foul unwashed smell of this griffon’s crotch she delivered flowery little kisses all along the length of his sheath. As she did so she did her best not to retch. He tasted even worse than he smelled. As she kissed and licked him, the griffon waited without comment and just watched her work.

Determined to him all hard, especially for one thousand bits, Monsoon pushed her disgust out of her mind as she sucked hard on his unwashed scummy sheath to draw him out. When his pointed tip emerged, she sucked hard and fast until his moderate length was hard in her mouth.

As soon as the old whore had him in her mouth, he grabbed onto her horn, holding it roughly at the base at her forehead with a clawed hand and he sneered, using it like a handle to force her on and off his shaft. “Aaaaah...” Monsoon squeaked in pain, her magic might be crap but her horn was still sensitive, the action had her tail up and her snatch all wet as she had no choice but to suck him hard and sloppy.

“GLMMMMPH!” Monsoon did her very best not to choke on his rancid cock as he forced her to deep throat him over and over. Not as long as Buttercup’s, it was wider and fouler. “AAaaAH oow!” She moaned, he was definitely lasting longer than the colt did, and his clawed grip was hard and uncaring as he ran her up and down.

“AAaaah...aah...oooow!” She whimpered in a not-too-little amount of pain due to the harsh grip on her horn. She didn’t however complain further as she slurped and sucked, her drool slobbering all over his shaft and balls.

As Boreas felt he was near his peak, he roughly pulled the drooling whore off of his throbbing cock. “Turn around!” He screamed in her face, “Ass in the air and tail up! Now!”

“Y-Yes S-Sir...” Monsoon’s eyes were very watery as she turned around and hastened to comply. Had she thought on it, she would’ve been stunned at the difference between the young stallion and this griffon.

Seeing her ass offered up to him, Boreas moved forward and roughly seized hold of her hindquarters, his sharp talons digging into her cutie marks and with no finesse or consideration, he rammed his thick pointy cock deep up her snatch and pumped himself like there was no tomorrow. “GAaaaaAAH...” what started as a pleasurable moan quickly turned into a scream as he rammed himself to the hilt insider her again and again.

As he continued to viciously rape her well-used pussy, Monsoon cried genuine hot salty tears into the decking. She felt wetness on her flanks and she smelled the coppery tang of her blood as it seeped down over her cutie marks. Powerless to do anything else, she screamed her pain as her loins were stretched to their limit. “AAH ooow Buuuck oooow!”

Several long hard rough thrusts later and Boreas screeched to the heavens as he came. Shooting inside her he hilted until his sperm was seeping out of her loose battered snatch and with a flap of his wings he ripped his claws out of her flanks and with a satisfied smirk shoved her off of the dock into the water. “Tartarus that was a good fuck!”

“AaaaaAAARGH!” Monsoon screamed a very throaty genuine scream of both pain and shock - the water was very, very cold – Boreas just stood on the deck and watched uncaring as she swam while he casually licked his blood slicked claws. Spluttering and coughing she finally managed to haul herself out onto the shore by the dock. “Oooow!”

The dark blue griffon laid out another five hundred bits on the dock. While he was tempted to just fly away, she had been a damn good screw. “You are some fine pony ass! You even taste good!”

Monsoon looked back at her bleeding flanks and decided to bite back the retort that was rising in her throat in favour of the extra bits. Bits that were all hers. “Th-Thank y-you…” she whimpered through the hot salty tears in her eyes as she scooped up the heap of bits, “S-S-Sir.”

“I'll remember you next time I fly through town.” Boreas looked back over her bloodied flanks and licked his beak. “I love that colour. Take care, kitten.” Spreading his wings, he turned and flew off into the night sky.

“Bastard...” Monsoon spat once her most recent, and most violent – trick was safely in the air and she was sure there was no way he could hear her. “Filthy bucking shit...” again she spat in an effort to get the fetid taste of his dick out of her mouth. Limping noticeably, she walked painfully away from the lake, wincing as she felt his thin skanky cum leak out of her used snatch and dry on her inner thighs.

As she limped on, Monsoon began shaking violently, but this time not from the cold temperatures of the lake and the water dripping from her pale brown fur and her now lank straggly blue mane. “Damn...I need some stuff…” she said to nopony other than herself.

It had been a good few days since she’d had a decent hit. Red Light had given her just enough to get by, enough to keep withdrawal symptoms at bay. Nowhere near enough to sate her eighteen year habit. Now she had a thousand bits in her pouch, all thoughts of leaving and going back to Canterlot galloped out of her mind as her cravings kicked in with renewed force.

She knew what she needed. She also knew by the lake that she was very close to her pimp’s area of control. “Oh buck...Red's area…” she shook a little harder as she turned away, intent on finding something. Anything to get her high. Sadly, she turned away from the direction of the train station.

Fortunately, for her cravings at least, she knew there was a maintenance area by the marina at the far end of the lake. She’d heard from other whores and gigolos in the motel that belonged to the other pimps that the gear that was sold there was really good, and really cheap. “The marina!” Monsoon cheered to herself, proud of her own ingenuity. “Sweet...” with that, she limped off around the lake. “Buck you, Red.”

While they did hurt, Monsoon quickly found the punctures at her flanks were not very deep at all. After a few minutes they’d even stopped bleeding after her cutie marks were stained red. Not long after that, she got to the marina and, not having come here to buy before, cautiously checked it out. She did however know what she was looking for, as Red Light had bought her round here to pay off his debt by bucking the main dealer.

In short order, the pale brown unicorn spotted the flame red Chevelle parked up a few hundred feet away. She knew this was the car she needed, as she saw a loose line of ponies wander up to chat for a bit with a hoof in and out of the side window. Happy she had her target, Monsoon trotted over, licking her lips in anticipation of the high to come.

As she approached the muscle car, she noticed, appropriately perhaps, there was a couple of very bulky stallions lurking about twenty feet away watching the 'clients' come and go. Doing her very best not to make eye contact with them or anger them in any way at all for that matter, Monsoon walked up to the car, her body shaking noticeably now and starting to sweat with the need.

In the car a slim grey earth pony stallion she didn’t know sat in the driver’s seat. Next to him in the passenger side was a violet unicorn mare with an assortment of several grocery bags on the floor. There was also a hulking great unicorn stallion in the back. “You lost?” The grey stallion asked.

Monsoon snorted. “For twenty years. Can you show me where Auntie Em is?”

The slim grey stallion nodded slowly. It took him a moment to realise this stinking old pony was talking about opium, Auntie Em being the character in Wizard of Oz, and poppies featured in that movie and they made the drug from them. “Let’s see the address.”

“She lives here, honey.” Monsoon pulled out two hundred bits from her pouch, bits that could’ve gone to getting her a train ticket, and passed them to the drug dealer. She knew a hundred would get her off, but after all this time addicted she needed the good stuff.

The stallion counted out the bits and, once he was happy they were all there, nodded to the mare sat next to him. “I know the place, give her directions.” The violet mare reached into one of the grocery bags and pulled out a small unmarked package. She hoofed it over to Monsoon while the grey stallion never touched it.

“Thank you!” With trembling, shaking hooves, Monsoon took the package and fitted it in her pouch.

“Come back next time you're lost.”

“I will, thank you! I will!” Monsoon turned and, with the pain in her flanks forgotten in favour of what was to come, skipped away back to the motel. On the way back to Sapphire Nightingale’s place, the old whore picked up another trick purely for fun. She found a pegasus mare that found the blood on her flanks hot and, unusually, offered her four hundred bits to lick her flanks clean of the blood and lick the four loads of cum from her well-used pussy.

After that trick, which was almost as easy as the young stallion had been, Monsoon climbed up the steps to her second floor room, intent on smoking the rest of the night away. As she reached the door, her hoof touched the handle, her legs shaking and her brow sweating, Cyclone couldn't have been further from her thoughts, especially when her eyes fell on the opium pipe resting on her nightstand by her bed.

~ ~ ~

It was eight a.m. the next morning, a considerably brighter and warmer morning than the overcast one the previous day. Red Light, a large muscular scarlet red unicorn with a short cut peroxide blonde mane and nasty, cold grey eyes entered his whore’s room. Unceremoniously, the first thing he did was check the box and, seeing it was all there, he not only took his cut and Monsoon’s as well.

He saw it as his right, seeing as his ‘past it’ bitch had barely broke even the past few days. He did however leave Sapphire her cut for payment of the room. It was only then, after he had his money safely in his saddlebag, that the pimp turned his grey eyes to unconscious body of Monsoon passed out on the bed.

Then, he spotted the opium pipe.

Monsoon was drooling, her tongue was lolling out of her mouth and at some point she had been sick in the night, the vomit dried on the bed next to her where she was laid, sprawled out with no dignity whatsoever, the pipe held loosely in her hoof. On the floor by her nightstand was her bag and her full money pouch. She had packed to leave but never made it. On the bed next to her was the crumpled picture of a much younger smiling Cyclone.

Red Light, fighting his mounting outrage for the moment, moved near to the passed out pale brown unicorn and took a sniff. At once he smelled the drugs. Anger bubbling below the surface he knew full well hadn't left her any supply. Fuming, he searched her belongings for more of the drugs. Finding what was left of the stash she had bought he took it and, seeing her money pouch he took that too.

Seizing her roughly by her vomit covered blue mane he tossed her violently to the dirty hardwood floor. “Uuuuugh...whu...what the...Canterlot already?” Monsoon slurred, only barely stirring despite being thrown the whole length of the room. Staring stupidly around herself she thought she was on the train.

Swinging his forehoof, Red Light caught Monsoon a backhooved blow across her face on the floor as his temper finally broke. How dare his whore do this to him, to him! How dare she!? “Steal from me, bitch!” He screamed, towering over the fallen mare, “Where did you get the drugs?”

“Aaaaah...shhhh...” Monsoon giggled and raised her hoof to her lips and shushed her pimp like she was shushing a naughty foal. The enormity of her situation hadn’t yet dawned upon her. “Don't tell Red, it's a secret!” She giggled like a filly as she tried without success to get up.

Angrily, Red Light shoved her bodily to the ground. It didn’t take much. He was so much stronger than she was. Already a bruise was forming at her face under her right eye where she had been hit. “You went out last night! Who paid you!?”

“Uuuuum...I dunno,” Monsoon lay sprawled on the stinking hardwood floor. “There was this colt, then there was a griffon...or was it a minotaur?” She asked rhetorically, staring at the wall. “No! No it was definitely a griffon. Outside.” As she said that, she squinted around her room and finally her eyes rested on Red Light’s seething body stood over her. “Red? Red? How are you here?” Again she looked around and realisation hit her like a Mack truck. “Isn't Canterlot...?”

Snarling, Red Light backhooved her face again, making a second bruise appear next to the first. “You fucked a griffon and didn't give me my cut? Who sold you drugs? I'm you're only supplier!”

As she had tried to get up from the floor, Monsoon immediately fell back to the ground, a thin line of blood trickling from the cut skin and her bruised cheek. “Owww!” She lifted a shaking hoof up to her rapidly swelling cheek, the ugly dark purple bruise standing out against her pale brown fur. “Yes!” She screamed up at him, “I did! I fucked him! And I screwed the colt as well! There was a dealer, at the marina...”

“That bastard!” Red Light interrupted her babbling and, seizing her in his magic he took her by the mane and roughly dragged her back up onto the foul bed. “You don't get nothing I don't give you!”

“GAAaaaAAH!” Monsoon screamed again as several strands of her mane were ripped from her scalp she was pulled so hard. She offered very little resistance from being dragged, not that she could resist anyway. “Y-Y-You weren't giving it me anyway!”

“Oh?” Red Light paused at that and his voice grew cold. How dare this…whore, speak like that to him? “Oh really? I do have something to give you.”

“Ha...like what?” Monsoon rolled onto her back and her eyes struggled to focus through the haze of opium she had smoked the night before. “You've been taking from me for years!” She didn’t know where that nerve came from, and she tried to get up to at least a sitting position. “That's why...why...that's why...I'm. Going. Home!”

Roughly, Red Light shoved the struggling mare back down on the bed and physically, not magically, rolled her over onto her front so that her hind legs were dangling off of the side of the bed. “This!” He yelled and, with no warning or preparation at all – he didn't even move her tail - he brutally shoved his horn in her asshole.

“GAAaaAAAAH!” Monsoon screamed like she was being split apart and white hot fire was being poured in her colon. Her hind legs twitched as she screamed again. “RED stooOOOOP!”

Behind her, Red Light was rather enjoying the rough ride of having a dry horn in his whore’s ass. “I'm giving you something now, bitch!” He snarled with twisted satisfaction as she squirmed and screamed, he had no finesse as he pulled out and plunged ever deeper, his tapered horn stretching her hole and tearing blood vessels on the way in and out.

“R-Red pleeeeeeease!” Monsoon begged ineffectually, struggling against the firm hoof holding her down on the bed. “You're hurting! Please!” Again she struggled as he raped her asshole hard and dry, her blood acting as a lubricant. Her hind legs flailed uselessly. As he plowed into her again and again, her blood trickling down his forehead, she tried valiantly to light her horn and push him off.

Cruelly, Red Light just laughed at her weak and feeble effort to throw him off. It was so pathetic he didn’t even try and fight it, he just carried on dry-raping her ass. Over and over, again and again, he hilted his horn until he had a magigasm and came magicum deep in her ruined hole. Laughing as she cried in pain, he pulled his horn out of her and wiped it off on her twitching tail.

As he cleaned his horn of the blood, faecal matter and other unmentionable ‘stuff’ on her tail, he stared at her gaping, bleeding asshole. For a moment he was tempted to ram his cock in there as well and truly destroy her, but he had no rubbers to hoof and he wasn’t getting his member anywhere near her bareback. Instead, he magically grabbed her tail and pulled her off of the bed.

“That was a good fuck!” He declared as he dragged her bodily over the floor. “You think you can make your living on the streets? Then to the streets with you!”

“M-M-My bag!” As she was dragged towards the door, Monsoon flailed and scrabbled pathetically with her hooves on the foul floor to get her bag that has her photo in it. She didn’t care about the wet stickiness that was coating her hindquarters and her inner thighs. She didn’t care she was bleeding. “Red please!” She was crying floods, not from the pain, or from the bleeding, which she hadn't noticed yet. “Pleeeease don't!”

Red Light however was deaf to her pleas. “You can go shack up with that griffon!”

Scrabbling with her hooves, Monsoon only just caught the strap of her bag and dragged it with her. “Red...Red please don't!” Outside her room on the landing, she grovelled pathetically at her pimp’s hooves. “I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!”

Disgusted, Red Light kicked her away from his hooves, landing a blow on the other side of her face that immediately bruised. “You can go down the stairs or I can toss you over the edge!”

“Y-You wouldn't!” Monsoon backed up, scared and terrified, leaving a little trail of blood as she went. “I-I'm your filly! You said...you said you'd take care of me, Red I love you!”

Again, Red Light backhooved her hard across her face, this time above her right eye which swelled and bruised so much she couldn’t see out of it. “You cheated on me!” He screamed in her face as blood tricked down her face. He grabbed her blue mane and dragged her so that she was dangling with half of her body over the second floor railing.

“A-Alright!” Monsoon squeaked, very genuinely scared and terrified, she pissed herself in fear of her wretched life. Along with the blood trickling down her hind legs it pooled on the balcony. “I'm going! I swear!”

Dropping her into the filthy puddle on the balcony, Red Light took the time and effort to spit on her face and kick her ribs one last time as he turned and stomped down the stairs. The last Monsoon saw of him was his peroxide blonde tail disappearing into Sapphire Nightingale’s office.

Crying fresh hot tears, the battered pale brown unicorn stumbled her way down the stairs, her cheek swelling up all the more from the well-aimed repeated strikes. “Damn...damn you Red...” she fell the last few steps and hit the dirt face first. “I want to go home!” She snivelled pathetically as she tried to walk, ending up instead limping she has no idea to where.

“That bitch Monsoon doesn't sleep here tonight!” Red yelled as he burst into the dull orange pegasus’s office. “I don't care where else she sleeps. I'm going to replace her so keep the room open for me. Here's your cut for tonight.”

Quietly, Sapphire Nightingale finished the coffee she had been drinking and took the heap of bits that the scarlet unicorn stallion gave her. “The rest in the rooms?” She asked, and he nodded at her. “Fine.” Was all she said to that.

“Train...I need the train…” Monsoon babbled, her drug addled brain trying to form some sort of coherent plan, to earn enough again in tricks to buy a ticket. She of course had no idea she looked like she'd gone seven bloody rounds with a minotaur in a pit fight. “Home, I'm...going home...”

A few minutes later, Red Light left the motel owner’s office and headed off towards the marina while Sapphire Nightingale came out and saw Monsoon wandering aimlessly a few yards from her building. “Hey. You look like shit. You cleaning rooms today or what?”

“S-Sapphy! Oh Sapphy!” Monsoon, with her swollen shut eye, struggled to focus on the pegasus with her good eye. “Red threw me out. I said I'd leave him...he took everything!”

Dispassionately, wholly uncaring, Sapphire looked the whore over. She really did look a mess. “You don't own anything, and you got your bag.”

“M-My money,” she explained through fresh tears as if the notion had only just come to her and she hadn’t smoked away her chance to get free, “To get home, he took my money!”

“Mare, you're ain’t never gonna have money.” Sapphire sneered, “You cleanin’ for me or not?”

“Hospital...” Monsoon moaned and let out a little whimper as she nodded, the blood seeping down her hind legs already starting to dry into a filthy crusty layer. “Sure,” she instead turned to the mare she thought of as a ‘friend’ and nodded. “I'll clean, wh-what do I get?”

“Two hundred and forty for them all,” Sapphire shrugged dismissively, “And there is a garden shed out behind you can sleep in.”

“Okay, I'll do it.” Monsoon knew she didn’t really have a choice. She needed money, and her friend was offering to help! “You um...y’know, you got any stuff, too?”

“Stuff?”

“Y'know, stuff...drugs, smokes, just to get me through the night?” She winced involuntarily as a lance of white hot pain shot up her spine from her ass. “Aaah shit...”

“I don't want nothin’ to do with drugs.” Sapphire Nightingale shook her head. “Work or walk, all the same to me.”

“F-Fine...I'll work…” Monsoon sighed a defeated sigh, limping heavily on her left hind leg as she turned around on the street. Luckily, although she didn’t know it, she had suffered no internal injuries from her brutal ordeal, Red’s horn wasn’t long enough for that, but it did feel like somepony and taken a brillo pad and bleach to the inside of her asshole.

“Whatever,” Sapphire sneered, knowing the useless whore would be busy for the next six hours. “Let me know when you’re done.”

On his way through the verdant grass of the lakeside, Red Light passed a very pretty little sky blue pegasus filly who barely looked eighteen propped up suggestively against a tree without a second glance. Walking with a purpose, Red ignored her when she called out to him, in fact he ignored everypony. The mean spirited scarlet unicorn knew the dealer he was looking for, and his Hench ponies.

Fortunately, the dealer was in the same flame red Chevelle by the marina he had been in the night before. Smirking, Red Light stomped over and knocked on the window. “Popper,” he started without preamble, “you sold to one of my mares last night. I thought we had a deal, you sell through me.”

Popper, the slim grey earth pony stallion, simply shrugged his shoulders. “Not my fault you can't keep track of your bitches and I'm not even trying to. Which one?” When the scarlet unicorn described Monsoon to his partner, the earth pony snickered. As it turned out he did remember her. Just. “Yeah,” Popper said thoughtfully, “I sold her a couple dimes worth. What about it?”

Red Light waved it off and got down to business, though his thoughts were on that delicious looking filly he’d passed on the way here. “I'm here for five dimes worth and some of the crap you sell the rubes.”

Popper laughed humourlessly, “I toss the crap in for nothin’. Show the bits.”

“Now you know her,” Red Light said as he paid the violet unicorn mare and got his stuff in return, “if she comes by again sell her that crap and keep the bits.”

Popper gave his partner a salute. “Can do Red. Don't you smoke it all in one spot, now.”

Now Red Light had what he came for, he left his partner in his car and headed out from the marina towards his place with the intention of blowing off some steam. As he trotted past, he happened upon the same sky blue pegasus filly who was still there where he walked by her earlier, making with the sexy poses. “Hey!” She called out loudly to him, “Ya wan' some fun now, big guy?”

This time, now he had his gear and a revenge in mind for his wayward bitch, Red Light actually stopped and walked over to her. “Who d’you work for?”

“Nopony, I work for me.” The young mare declared, sounding far, far braver than she felt.

“You have no idea who I am, do you?” Red asked somewhat rhetorically. Looking her over he could see she was as young as he thought she was. He also noted her left wing hung lower on her barrel than her right. Idly he wondered what that was about. “How long you been working here?”

“Coupl'a weeks mebbe, I dunno, p'haps three?” She answered, her broad Trottingham accent betraying where she was from.

“Don't be lying to me filly.” Red Light gave the young mare a little snarl, his top lip curved nastily. “I come around here every day and I’ve not seen you.” Just then, one of Popper's Hench ponies walked past. “Stomper!” He called out, “Tell this filly here who owns this turf for whores.”

“You do Red,” Stomper replied quickly, not missing so much as a step, “And I haven't seen that filly around. Tartarus she is a cute little thing though.”

“A-Alright!” The sky blue pegasus squeaked, rattled at being found out so quickly. “I'm new 'ere, 'kay? I'm lost, tha's all…”

“How old are you, pretty?” Red Light asked as Stomper just laughed and moved on, going about his business.

“Eighteen, I um...” she trailed off as she fiddled with her forehooves. “I jus' wanna get 'ome, 'onest.”

“I can put you up for the night.” Red Light smiled a very wide, very fake smile. A smile like an angler fish hunting its prey in the deep ocean. “Hey, d’you smoke? I got some good stuff.”

The pegasus shook her head. “Me mam said not to. I jus' need some bits t' get 'ome t' Trottin'ham.”

Red Light snorted at that. “Give me a free test drive and I might let you go. You a long ways from Trottingham, pretty.”

“Trottin'ham Sky Uni,” the young sky blue mare, barely older than a filly, explained eagerly. She couldn’t believe her luck that she’d found a pony willing to help her! She’d thought she’d be stuck out here for weeks. “We 'ad a trip out 'ere to see th' sights an' stuff.” She blushed hard. “Stargazer, sh-she cuffed me t' th' bed an' I missed th' train back. She took ev'rythin' I 'ad, too.”

“Come to my place and I'll help you out.” Red Light smiled, playing the slow game for now. He couldn’t believe his luck when she nodded. Sometimes, he reflected as he walked alongside her, steering the young mare to his house, he had to kidnap bitches and condition them to be his whores. Sometimes he had to blackmail them and sometimes, just sometimes, they threw themselves at him and went of their own accord.

Red light smiled. This dumb bitch would make a fine whore, a perfect replacement for that washed up old nag he’d just thrown out.

“Oh thank ya sir!” The sky blue pegasus turned and walked with what she saw as her saviour. Very, very naïve, she carried on talking. “I'd fly, but I can't y'see. I ‘ad an accident durin’ weather trainin’ a month back. Bad break all along my flight surfaces.” Red Light’s smile only widened as she talked. “M' name's Cumulus, or Cue if'n ya want. This is m’ firs’ time outta Trottin’ham, firs’ time away from ‘ome.”

Red Light smiled and thanked Celestia that this jewel had fallen into his lap and offered herself so willingly. He knew it wouldn’t take long to hook her on drugs, to use her to turn tricks and pay her enough to keep her hope alive that she will escape, but he knew she never would. He’d played this game before, and he was a master.

~ ~ ~

After Monsoon had spent the seven hours cleaning all the rooms in the motel – it took her longer than before due to the fact she could hardly walk straight – Sapphire Nightingale not only paid her the two hundred and forty bits but, in a rare moment of charity, she allowed her to use her bath to clean herself up.

This wasn’t an entirely altruistic move however. The last thing the dull orange pegasus wanted was an investigation of a blood soaked whore possibly coming back to her door. So, just this once, she played nice. Once she was as clean and presentable as she was going to be, Monsoon took her bits and left the motel in search of food and tricks.

Food she found, at a not-to-expensive outdoor café not far away from the Whinnyapolis train station. Tricks however were another matter. Her right eye was still swollen from where Red Light had beat on her at the motel. Already a hundred bits down from buying the food, she found a dealer willing to give her a hundred bits worth of Auntie Em in exchange for forty bits and a blowie.

It wasn’t long after smoking all of it that she passed out cold on bench at the train station. A few hours and several complaints later, the prim station master called the police. Moments later, the summoned police officer made his first valiant effort to wake her up. “Nggggh g-get lost...” Monsoon slurred, rolling over on the bench.

Again, for a second time, the white earth pony police officer tried to wake her up. Opening her eyes slightly, Monsoon turned to see who had woken her up. “Buck off unless you're paying. I'm waiting for a train…”

“Show me your ticket.”

“I don't have one…” Monsoon rolled over on the bench to face the young police officer, fully displaying herself to him in the process, even rubbing a forehoof suggestively over her marehood. “How about I show you something better, and you can buy me one?”

Stunned, and more than a little revolted at her brazen display, the white earth pony took a step back and spoke into the radio he had at his shoulder. “Station Control, this is Ironhoof. I’ve got a five zero seven in the train station. Send a wagon and I'll haul her out.”

“Oooh!” Monsoon giggled stupidly as the radio operator replied to Ironhoof’s request. “Where are we going, your place or behind the sheds?”

“My place.” Ironhoof replied, feeling just a tiny pang of sympathy for the washed up old mare in front of him. He’d seen her ilk before. “Just give me a few minutes, Ma’am.”

“Mmmm…” Monsoon sat up and ran her forehooves in what she thought was a sensuous manner down the front of the young officer’s uniform. “If you insist, you hot thing you.”

Ironhoof put his hoof to his radio as it crackled into life with some instructions from the station. “Roger that, Station Control.” He looked the plainly drug addled whore over and shook his head when the controller asked if he needed any backup. “No, I got her, just be there in a couple.” Carefully, as he knew there were witnesses and he wanted his back covered, he moved forward and gently lifted the old unicorn onto his back. “Okay, let’s go, Ma’am.”

“Wohoo!” Monsoon whooped, “Remember hottie, four hundred and you'll get a reeeeally good time!”

Simply shaking his head, Ironhoof carried the out-of-it Monsoon off of the train station and out to the police wagon that had literally just arrived a second or two earlier. “Hi, Jackstand.” The white earth pony greeted his colleague. “Looks like some pimp dumped another old prostitute. Put her up for the night. She looks strung out too.”

Jackstand tutted and shook her head. She’d also seen this before too. “Toss her in the back, Ironhoof. I got it from here.”

Monsoon stirred a little as she was carefully – albeit unceremoniously - dumped in the back of the police wagon and the doors were slammed shut. “Old!” She yelled as Ironhoof locked the door, “Old!” She staggered to her hooves and pounded uselessly on the caged inner wall, crying tears that streaked down her pale brown coat. “I'm not old! You take that back!” She cried, “I'm n-not...old...”

On the other side of the caged wall, Jackstand called through from her driver’s seat, “You can be a filly for all I care. Two meals and a cot then you're back out on your own.”