No Place Like Home

“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.

It didn’t take Red Light long to lead Cumulus back to his small but nicely appointed home. “Come on in,” he smiled the sort of smile that a hunter smiles just before it snares its unsuspecting prey. He knew he had this filly in the frog of his hoof, he just had to play it nice a little while longer. “Would you like something to eat?”

As if on cue, Cumulus’s belly voiced its own opinion on that, making a rather loud, very noticeable, rumble. “Ooh yes please. Stargazer an' th' res' lef' me wi' no money no nothin'.”

“Wait here.” Red light said as he led the young mare through to his cream wallpapered dining room. Moving over to his well-stocked drinks cabinet he poured her a generous glass of fortified wine. “Have this while I get something together.” Smiling at his ‘guest’, he went into the kitchen to make them both the first microwave meal he could find.

“Oh wow, wine!” Feeling rather spoiled, and more than a little grown up at being offered the wine – her mother had never allowed her to drink anything like this before – she took the glass up in her hoof and treated herself to a teeny sniff as she looked around the apartment.

It was a nice place, clean and simple. The décor was ‘nice’, utilitarian. Nothing too fancy but not cheap either. Cumulus, just used to her mother’s cloud house and her dorm at the Trottingham Sky University, was pretty much just going with it at this point. She did notice there wasn’t a lot of things on the walls, no personal effects, more like what one would find in a hotel or flea market. From the kitchen, Red Light called out, “Mashed oats with honey, carrots, and spiced apples okay?”

Cumulus’s belly rumbled ever louder. She was so hungry! “They're perfec'!” Anything would’ve sufficed at this point, but that sounded gorgeous. Almost as gorgeous as the stallion cooking, she thought with a definite blush as she took another delicate little sip she winced, not used to wine in her house. “Um...I wanna thank ya, for takin' me in like this. I really didn' wanna spend th' night on th' street.”

Minutes later, when the microwave dinged that the two meals were smoking hot, Red Light lit his horn and levitated the plates and cutlery onto a wooden tray. “I take care of my friends.” He said as he walked into the dining room, the tray floating alongside him. “You want to be my friend?”

“Sure Mister!” Cumulus squeaked, it didn’t matter to her right then that she didn’t know this older stallion’s name, all that mattered to her was her watering mouth and her eyes zeroed in on the floating tray carrying its wonderful smelling cargo to the table. “You're real nice.”

‘And you’re such a gullible foal, it’s almost too easy,’ Red Light snickered as he set the tray on the table. “All my friends say the same.” Lighting his horn once more he levitated over the strong wine from his cabinet and without being asked, refilled the naïve filly’s wine glass even though she’d only had a few sips and filled one for himself. “Here’s to a lasting friendship.”

“Lastin'?” She asked innocently, “I guess we'll keep in touch af'er I get 'ome, right?”

“I do hope so,” Red Light smiled as he took a sip of his wine. Her thick accent was adorable. It was like carrying around a glowing sign broadcasting just how far from her home she was. He wondered, idly, how long the accent would last after she’d been screwed senseless a few times. “After all, you may find Winnyapolis as your choice vacation spot.”

“Th' Museums was nice…” Cumulus thought out loud before taking another sip, a noticeably longer one this time and she didn’t wince at the taste. “An' th' parks...” she paused as she bent her head and, foregoing the cutlery altogether, took a mouthful of her steaming hot food. “But, I doubt me mam will let me come on me own again.”

Red Light shrugged, barely managing to suppress his grin. He knew full well this filly wouldn’t ever see her home again. She’d be his toy by the end of this night. “Time will tell.”

“I 'ad t' talk 'er into lettin' me come 'ere as it was...now this 'as 'appened…” the sky blue pegasus let out a sniff of sadness as she drank her wine. “Me mam warned me abou’ Stargazer, she tol' me not t' take me eyes off of 'er.” She looked around the dining room then, with thoughts of her mother in her mind. “Mister, ya got a phone?”

“Phone?” Red Light asked, “Sorry, I don't even have a phone line. Maybe Whinnyapolis isn't all that advanced. Still, I think there is a pay phone somewhere. Maybe we can look for one tomorrow?” He knew just where to take her tomorrow. Sapphire Nightingale’s motel would swallow her up just like all the rest.

With another sad little sniff, Cumulus nodded. “I wanna tell me mam before th' train gets 'ome. I don' wan' 'er waitin' for me at th’ station.”

Smirking a little, Red Light dutifully refilled his guest’s wine glass. “Good that you're trying to be responsible.” It was oh so easy, give her a few compliments here and there, refill the wine, he almost wished she was more of a challenge.

Completely oblivious to her host’s underhand intentions, Cumulus dove in and took a mouthful of her food but she also took two large slugs of the wine without even thinking about it. “Thash whattah tol' me mam!” She didn’t even notice she was slurring her voice. “Ah'm reshponshible!”

“It shows.” Red Light’s predatory smile deepened. He had her now, he could almost taste it. “Eat up, you do need to keep up your strength.”

“Ya!” Glowing full of pride at being given what she saw as a very accurate compliment, Cumulus dived in head first to her plate where before she was a little more delicate. The effects of the wine robbing her of her inhibitions. “Then mah wing'll heal faster!” Once her plate was empty – with as much food on her face as there was in her belly – she lifted her glass in a shaky hoof and took a very long drink, she even spilled a little down her front.

Unbidden, Red Light leant in and licked up the spilled wine from the young pegasus’s chest. “Would you like to watch a movie?”

Cumulus completely didn’t notice the intimate gesture. “Wha' movie?”

“Alicorn Bride,” Red Light smiled as he licked up to the sky blue filly’s chin. “It is a nice film.”

“Oh ya I seen that!” Cumulus was oblivious as she emptied her glass of wine and hiccupped loudly. “Ci-Cirrus don' like it. I'll tell ya a sec'ret…”

Smiling, Red Light leant in closer. “I love secrets.”

“He ses he likes it cos he wants ta get in mah p-p-pussy!” Cumulus slurred, the wine heavy on her breath. The moment she said the word ‘pussy’ she went a very bright red. “I said p-pussy! Me mam'd spank me!” She giggled at the thought of the love struck teenage stallion back home, and of how naughty she was being, unaware she was very drunk. “Cirrus has been tryin' for aaaaaages wi' me.”

“You are a naughty little filly indeed then, because I think that is what you offered me in the park.” The crimson unicorn very graciously refilled and levitated her wine glass. “Let's go watch the movie, shall we?” He neglected to fill his own glass however he did take a fresh bottle from the drinks cabinet – Cumulus had drunk the first bottle by herself – and he moved close to 'assist' her through to the great room.

“Oh um...” still blushing really hard, Cumulus’s wine soaked brain registered the fact that the crimson unicorn’s barrel was pressed right into hers, it told her it was good. As her breath hitched she said, “I didn' know what ah was doin', some old mare said t' do it.” She found she was walking very unsteadily. “Is tha' wha' ah offered, really?” Subconsciously, guided by her unwary mind, her tail linked in a twirl with Red’s. “Ah...I'm sorry.”

“Think nothing of it.” Red Light waved his hoof dismissively. “It did get you a warm place to stay tonight.” With the blushing young pegasus deposited on his couch, Red started the movie going in his DVD player and joined her, making sure to sit what would otherwise be uncomfortably close. “So, ah, you've done it before?”

Cumulus, having made herself comfortable, reignited the blush on her sky blue cheeks. “N-No...but!” she squeaked quickly, not wanting to lose face with her new friend, “But! We learnt about it at school!”

“Oh!” Red Light hid his almost victorious smirk behind his hoof as he made a show of apologising. He couldn’t believe his luck! Gullible and a virgin too! By Luna this was his lucky day! All he had to do was put on the right act, and he’d have her where he wanted her. “Oh, ah, sorry, just, well with you offering,” he stammered, “I was hoping I might be able to learn from you.”

“Mammy…” Cumulus paused as she sloppily sipped her wine. “Me mam said I 'ad t' wait...but she don’ know, I watcshed a dvd though ah...shtole, ah mean, ah...borrowed it from mam's stash!” She was slurring so much now she could barely hold the wine glass in her hoof.

“Oh, yeah, you know parents...” Red Light smiled, just a little more, that’s all… “They never want their foals to have the fun they did. I guess they think it robs them of their own joy.”

Cumulus giggled. “Wash fun watcshin it!” She giggled like the silly drunken filly she was. “It made me feel all funny, ‘down there’.”

Not wanting to get her blind drunk, Red Light took the glass from her before she dropped it and rested it on the side table by the couch. Using his magic, the much older stallion pulled an opium pipe out of a drawer in the side table and turned back to the sky blue pegasus, whose head was lolling gently. “Now, this will make you feel good.”

“Wha...Whassat?” Cumulus asked as she looked around drunkenly. Something sparked in her mind from somewhere though, “P-Phone…need phone…mam…” she blinked once then twice, trying to clear the drunken fug as she tried to get up from the couch. She wasn’t even aware the movie was playing.

Gently, very gently, Red Light held her down on the couch with his hooves as he used his magic to get a pouch of the opium from the table drawer. “You must really be tired from being out all day and night. Your train isn’t due for hours yet.” He whispered the poisonous honeyed words as he packed the pipe. “Here, this will help you relax.”

“Ugh...uuuuh...y-you's right,” Cumulus stopped trying to get up. His very words seemed to make her drowsy. She allowed herself to be held back down and she took the pipe in her hooves. “Well, if you's ses so, Mister.”

Grinning, Red Light magically lit the pipe. “Inhale very softly and let it roll in your mouth a bit then breath in what is in your mouth.”

Cumulus, inexperienced, inhaled like she was told but she did so a little too quickly on her first go and she ended up coughing and spluttering. “W-Whassit? Tastes funny.”

“It's just a flower that is ground up.” Red Light explained dismissively. Taking the pipe from his prey, he took a hit from it but he carefully didn’t let it in his lungs and, exhaling, he blew out a large smoke ring. “Wow, look at that!”

“Ooooh, you clever!” Not caring what it was she was smoking, Cumulus’s eyes lit up like a filly on Hearths Warming Eve morning. “I wanna do that!” Taking the pipe back, she inhaled properly this time, allowing it deep into her lungs. “Awww!” She whined, disappointed when no smoke ring appeared. “This...this is...cool!” She lay on the couch with her hind legs now splayed wide open.

“I have a spare bedroom,” Red Light smiled as sincerely as he could, for he sensed the time was at hoof. “But, if you don't want to be lonely, I will share my bed with you.”

Cumulus’s lip quivered at the very thought of being left alone. She had of course slept on her own for years and years, but here, now, with this very handsome and reassuring stallion who was, after all, her friend, she didn’t want that at all. If only Cirrus was as nice and considerate as this pony was. “Can um...can ah um...sleep with you a bit, until I go sleep?”

“Yeah, that sounds nice.” Red Light smiled and he snuggled in close with the young mare until the of the movie, at least going through the motions of watching it. Periodically they shared the opium pipe, Cumulus of course inhaling every lungful of the drug and enjoying its effects on her system.

Cumulus looked up from Red Light’s neck as the movie ended. “Then...t'morra, we's gonna get a phone, right Mister?”

Red Light nodded without argument. “We can look for one tomorrow. Ready for bed?”

“Uh huh…” Cumulus yawned a very big wide yawn and blinked, more than a little disoriented. “Th' room's spinnin'...it's trippy!”

“Let me help you.” Red Light offered graciously, playing his part well and playing the sky blue pegasus like a puppet master pulling strings. “Like a ride?”

“Yeeeesh...you's so nice. Aren't you nice? I think you is nice!”

“That is kind of you to say.” Lighting his horn, the very sober older stallion levitated the drunken high filly onto his back and he carried her through to his bed and very gently placed her on top of it. “I do have a confession to make.”

“Oh?” Cumulus tried to hear. She almost missed it his voice was so low now, like he was embarrassed. “You has a confes...a conf... a what, now?” She was so far gone she couldn’t even form the complex word let alone say it.

“Well, when I said I haven't done it, I have, ah, well, masturbated.” Red Light whimpered, performing his role as if he were on Bridleway. “I'm may be the only pony that ever has…”

“Oooooh!” Cumulus giggled at that and, propping herself up on her elbows, she beckoned him closer with her forehoof. “Pr'mise ya won' tell on me?” She asked foolishly.

Getting on the bed next to her, Red Light whispered in her ear. “I promise.”

Cumulus wrestled with herself, debating whether or not to tell. Eventually, she carried on, deciding to trust this perfect stallion. “After sex ed class...I told me mam I was goin' t' th' cafe. I wen' t' th' MiAC store instead. I got me a toy t' play wi'...it helps t’ keep th' heat away.”

“A toy?” Red Light took note of that, he was rather pleased. If she’d gotten herself a stallionator then at least she wouldn’t be uncomfortably tight when he fucked her and broke her in. “Wow, that is brave of you. I use my hooves but they are hard, I've wondered what it would be like to use something soft.”

“Me mam don' know abou’ it.” Cumulus smiled a satisfied smile at her praised bravery. “I brough' it wi' me, till Stargazer took it…” she blinked drunkenly up at the nice stallion above her now. “Somethin' sof', like what, Mister?” She asked innocently, still unaware of his intentions.

“Maybe lips, yeah, I mean would you like somepony to use lips, you know, down there?”

“Ooh...like in me mam's DVD?” Cumulus asked, realisation dawning as her wings sprouted painfully to either side of her and she winced at the pain in her recently healed wing. “Can...” she sounded truly awed at the possibilities. “Can ya do that, for realsies?”

Red Light smiled, he felt he deserved an Oscar for the way he played his role. He played her like Lady Octavia played her cello. He wasn’t entirely uncultured, after all. “I-I can try, but you need to let me know if I'm doing it right…” slowly he moved into position between the young pegasus’s splayed open hind legs.

“Oh wow, pl-please...w-what's it look like?”

Once he got down between her hind legs out of sight his usual nasty smirk came back in full force. “It, ah, it looks like a, a taco.” What it looked like was the most pristine example of a vagina the pimp had seen in many a long year. Clearly untouched by anything other than a toy, and certainly as fresh as could be, he wished he could take a picture of it as it was now.

“A t-taco?” Cumulus meeped before pausing for a second. Cirrus had after all been trying through many, many dates to get where this strange yet strangely reassuring stallion was after just a few hours. She completely missed the part the drink had played in this scenario. “Can...can you um...lick it?”

“Sh-sure.” Red Light inched closer and took a long lingering moment to savour the sweet untouched ‘fresh’ smell before lowering his muzzle to her labia and giving the folds some tentative licks. He knew perfectly well what he was doing. He licked her pussy, delicately probing her slit and flicking her clitoris with his tongue, he worked continually to bring her to the edge and then he purposefully fumbled to leave her hanging.

“GAaaaaAH!” Cumulus screamed the loudest scream thus far, over the past few minutes of riding her edge of climax, the most wonderful climax of her young life so far. Again, after the seventh time, her climax was denied to her. Her legs were soon twitching and she felt all squiffy beyond measure and description. “Aaaah M-Mister...it feels...ooooh wow! Pl-Pleeeease! I n-need to cuuuuuum!” She even had her forehooves on her breasts, toying with her hard erect nipples to try and bring herself over her edge.

Red Light sat up, the young mare’s juices covering his crimson furred muzzle. “I don't think I'm doing it right!” He sat back, his erection was clearly visible to his prey. “Maybe we need something like your toy.”

Cumulus propped herself up on her elbows and looked at the unicorn stallion rather stupidly for a long few moments as she slowly put two and two together the long way around in her head. Ordinarily she’d be embarrassed beyond belief. She’d only seen an erect cock once, and Cirrus was nowhere near as big as this pony was. “Well....m-my toy...kinda looks like that...” she pointed a drunken forehoof at his bobbing erection. “You's can try that?”

“You-You sure?” Red Light grinned inwardly, his twisted psyche doing victory laps. He knew she was so close now she’d agree to just about anything he asked of her. “I mean, I'm willing to try…”

Cumulus then let out a very needy whinny that all but sealed her fate. “Please Mister! It's never felt like that before! I...I w-want you to, please!”

Red Light’s smile turned openly predatory as he moved up between her open hind legs and positioned the flat head of his very hard cock at the entrance to her dripping wet snatch. He smirked a nasty smirk as he thrust his hips forward and entered her to an accompanying scream of pleasure and pain from his victim. As he pulled out and thrust back in past his medial ring, stretching her wide open, Red Light enacted his plan. His plan to rut her. To fuck her senseless through several orgasms and get her to pass out.

Then sleep, after filling her fresh hole with his seed so full it would seep out of her like a true whore in the making.

~ ~ ~

The next morning, which happened to be a Tuesday, Monsoon was somewhat rudely awakened from her slumber by the sound of the cell door opening. The grating noise of metal on metal stirred the pale brown unicorn mare, causing her eyes to flicker. Resolutely she stayed laid down on the small one-pony cot that was securely bolted to the wall. That was, at least, until she smelled the breakfast that the counsellor mare was carrying in with her. Delicious scents of cooked toasted oatmeal, milk, water, raisins, as well as buttered toast reached her nose.

“Good morning!” the sun yellow unicorn mare with a flowing blue mane called out cheerfully as she set the tray down on the small table by the bed. “Good morning!” she called out again, wanting to make sure her newest client was aware of her presence.

“Uuuugh...” reluctantly, Monsoon grunted as she sat up onto her elbow, her eyes adjusting to the light in the cell. Vaguely her brain registered the fact that she a, wasn't in her room at the motel and b, she wasn't on the street or the train station. “Ugh, where am I?”

"Whinnyapolis city jail.” the sun yellow mare answered chirpily, way too happy than anypony should be at eight in the morning. “You were brought in last night for vagrancy.”

“Oh...yeah...” sitting up properly now, Monsoon yawned and, having a stretch that popped several muscles, she rubbed her swollen and bruised face. Her bruise, delivered at the hooves of Red Light, while not as pronounced as yesterday, was still quite noticeable. “Ow.” However, she soon forgot about the dull aching pain in her face when she saw the hot steaming delicious food waiting for her on the breakfast tray. Her mouth was watering from the toasted oatmeal alone, never mind the rest. “Thank you.”

Annoyingly, the very chipper yellow mare sat opposite her on a chair she levitated in from outside the sparingly decorated cell. “My name is Doubleshoes,” she introduced herself in a bright yet no-nonsense tone of one who had done this job many, many times before and was resigned to the fact that she'd be doing for many times to come. “You didn't have any ID on you, just that bag.” she pointed a hoof to the bag in question, just in case she hadn't seen it yet.

“My bag!” Monsoon cried, turning to look at the one thing in the world right then that could’ve distracted her from the best breakfast she'd had in months. She swooned fir a moment as her head spun from the after effects of the drugs in her system from the night before. “Uugh...um, my name's Monsoon.”

Doubleshoes fixed the older mare in a steely gaze. Sadly she'd seen too many before her in this situation, but not many were as old as this wretched mare before her. “Why were you at the train station, Monsoon?”

“To get money.” Monsoon answered quietly, though she was looking at the food and not the counsellor, she hugged her forelegs around her thin waist. “To go home.”

“Where is home?” Doubleshoes asked kindly, offering her hoof in a wave towards the food tray to let her client know she could partake at any time.

“Canterlot.”

“What brings you to Whinnyapolis?”

“Same reason I went to Trottingham, Baltimare, Vanhoover and the rest.” Monsoon answered, though she took a moment to load up some raisins on the buttered toast and take several bites out of it. “When Red says it's time to move on, we move on.”

“Red, as in, Red Light?”

Monsoon nodded sadly. Somehow the toast lost its flavour when she thought about Red Light. “He looks after me. He knows what's best. I love him.”

“I see,” Doubleshoes commented evenly. She didn't write anything down, but, as she was fully aware of the blame ‘Red Light’ from her other case studies – one thankfully she was able reunite with her parents - her horn was recording it all for her notes on her behalf. “So, you were not really going to Canterlot.”

At first, Monsoon nodded, then almost immediately she shook her head. “There's nothing for me there. They don't want me.”

Doulbleshoes sighed a deep sigh. She recognised that self-pitying tone. How many ponies – stallions as well as mares – had she heard it from in her career? Too many was the answer to that. “What about your opioid addiction?” she asked bluntly.

Monsoon, about to help herself to the oatmeal, looked up from the tray at the table. “What about it?” she asked in reply, just as bluntly as the sun yellow police counsellor.

“Do you want free of it?” Doubleshoes asked, rubbing the bridge of her nose, “or do you just want another hit?”

Monsoon didn’t know how to answer that at first. At first she was going to lie, give this young mare any old nag’s tale, but something stopped her. What it was, she didn’t know. There was just something about her that made the older mare want to open up. “No. I need it.” she replied after taking a drink. “When I smoke it helps me forget.”

‘Aha! There we are. The nub of it.’ Doubleshoes was only surprised it didn’t take her this long to get here than with most mares. “What are you forgetting?” she asked kindly.

“Their faces.” Monsoon pushed the tray away from her, though she kept the drink in her hoof. “Tropical Storm and...and...m-my little Cyclone.” deep down though she knew it was a lie. No matter how much opium she smoked or how many shots she drank or how many ponies she went with, she could never forget their faces. Etched forever in her brain like a hot knife that cut through the butter of everything she had done for the past twenty plus years were the fear on Cyclone’s face and the hatred on her husband’s.

Doubleshoes rested her hoof ever so gently on Monsoon’s knee. “I'm with family advocacy. I'm usually dealing with runaways, but in truth you are another runaway.” she said gently, “If you were offered a chance to go back to Canterlot, will you take it?”

“How?”

“I can give you a train ticket today,” Doubleshoes explained, although she could readily understand the scepticism of the older mare before her. It was clear to her that life hadn’t been kind to Monsoon. “That is what you wanted when you went to the station, right?”

Slowly, Monsoon sipped her drink. As she felt its warmth course through her old tired body she nodded even more slowly. “That's right.” she took a deep breath, as if she was deciding how much she could trust this young mare. She had no reason to, but here she was offering her a way out of this Tartarus. A way home. There was just one thing she needed to admit first. Somehow, she found the nerve. “I...I want to go home but...I'm scared…”

‘There we are. That’s what’s at the root of all this.’ Doubleshoes thought triumphantly. Usually it took her longer to break down her clients before she could start to rebuild them, but she supposed this poor mare was as broken as it was possible to get already. “I can give you a contact there. My counterpart. That pony can assist you in many ways. First, to help free you of the addition, and second to reconnect with your family.” she paused, raising up a calming hoof at the look of horror on the pale brown mare’s face, “I know that is the hardest part, as time has passed and ponies can and do change.”

Monsoon set down the mug on the table. Her tone was miserable, defeated. “I know they hate me and they have every right. Years ago when I called them, Tropical Storm made it clear both he and Cyclone didn't want any part of me.”

“Ponies change.” Doubleshoes repeated herself kindly, “Do you want this chance? You don't have to take it. I can't keep you in here so you are free to go. We have a shower you can use before you do. Then, if you want the train ticket, you can have that too.”

For a very, very long time, Monsoon didn’t answer. She was debating internally with herself as what was the best thing to do. Throughout this whole time, Doubleshoes didn’t attempt to hurry her or to interrupt. Ultimately though, after what felt like hours but was in reality a few minutes, Monsoon nodded. “Yes please, Miss. It's time, I think.”

Doubleshoes had to try really hard, very hard indeed, to not jump up in the air and scream for joy. ‘Another lost pony found!’ she had already decided that Monsoon would go on her wall of fame in her office. Her picture would join the long line of those that had taken the first steps. “It is only too late if you don't go at all. Leaving here will be your best decision. You are free to go, but please, stay till lunch and I'll have your ticket with your meal.” she smiled as she stood up from where she had been sat. “Would...would you like for me to contact the ponies you mentioned?”

Monsoon wanted to cry. She could scarcely believe she was finally going home, after all these years! “Please try.” going back to her half eaten meal, she gave the counsellor the only number she knew for Tropical Storm, which was the main Playcolt offices. “Will you um...let me know what he says, please?”

“Of course. I'll see you at lunch then?” she asked the somewhat rhetorically as she headed to the door. She had things to do, things to set up.

“Thank you Miss.” Monsoon actually smiled what was a rare genuine smile. For the first time in a very, very long time, she felt optimistic for her future. A future she had all but given up on. She looked back at the breakfast tray. “I believe I'll finish this and take that shower.”

“Shower is down that way.” Doubleshoes pointed with her hoof down the hall in the direction of the showers. “I'll see you later, Monsoon.” with that, the young sun yellow counsellor left the cell door wide open and she walked off with a purpose, her blue mane and tail bouncing in her wake like they were on springs. She was right she said she had a lot to do. Absently she ran through the list in her head as she made her way to her office. Chief among them were several things; she had to look for any outstanding warrants for Monsoon, as well as her arrest record. She had to look up Tropical Storm and Cyclone in Canterlot if they were still there. She had to do a trace of the number given to her. After that, she would then attempt to verify Monsoon's relationship with Tropical Storm and Cyclone. Once that was done she would check for any missing pony reports for Monsoon. Last of all, and perhaps the most important, she would call Tropical Storm if the rest of it all checked out.

All in all, Doubleshoes knew she had a very busy morning ahead of her.

Three hours later, and with several new grey hairs in her mane as a result of the many phone calls she’d had to make on her client’s behalf, Doubleshoes returned to Monsoon’s cell carrying a lunch tray consisting of daisy sandwiches, apple juice, water and hay fries. “So,” she started pleasantly after knocking on the open door to announce her presence, “I did talk with Tropical Storm and he had in fact put a missing pony report about you, and he would like to see you return.” Concentrating, she sent the tray over to the table. Thankfully, Monsoon didn’t see the twitch in her eye. The conversation with Tropical Storm had been…‘eventful’, but eventually she had managed to talk him around.

“Cyclone isn't living in Canterlot,” Doubleshoes continued as she sat down and smiled when she took a deep breath and found Monsoon much more pleasant smelling than before. “And, Tropical Storm wouldn't let me know where she had moved to. Here is a train ticket from Whinnyapolis to Canterlot.” she concluded as she laid a ticket on the table beside the tray.

Looking at the train ticket, Monsoon noted straightaway that it had ‘no refund / no transfer’ in bold print and that her name was on the ticket. She felt a great upsurge of affection for this young sun yellow mare. Clearly she had gone above and beyond for her. “Tropical Storm said that? He really said that?”

“Yes.” Doubleshoes amazed herself at the way she answered that with such a straight face. She had no doubt if she played Straight Flush at poker right now she’d clean him out. ‘Then again,’ she thought, ‘it’d only a teeny little fib…he was fine…eventually.’ instead, she smiled. “He did seem genuinely apologetic for not putting a lot of effort into tracking you down, but I think you did a very good job of hiding yourself.”

Monsoon hung her head. “I didn't want to be found. I almost killed my filly. He was right to cast me out of the house.”

“Well, now you'll have a chance to rectify all that.” Doubleshoes stated matter-of-factly, “The ticket is good for a week so you can wrap up any affairs here, but I recommend you go straight to the train station from here and take the next train out.”

“You're right.” Monsoon couldn’t argue with her there. Instead she made a start on her delicious daisy sandwiches. “Thank you, Miss, for all your help.”

Doubleshoes stood up, content her work was done. “I sincerely hope the next time we meet is when you come here on a family vacation and you just want to say hi. Take care Monsoon, go home and make things right.”

Once she ate the last sandwich, which hadn’t taken long, Monsoon likewise stood up. “Are you accepting hugs, Miss Doubleshoes?”

Her smile widened. “I am, Ms. Monsoon.”

Immediately, Monsoon wrapped her new best friend up in a tight hug and she even placed a light peck on her cheek. “Thank you, for all you've done for me.”

“Good bye, Ms. Monsoon, live life to the fullest.” After finally managing to extricate herself from the very tight hug, she walked over to the door just as received a message on her phone alerting her to a new case waiting down in cell seven. “You are free to go at any time.”

“Good bye to you, too.” feeling buoyed, Monsoon concentrated very, very hard and thought her magic was essentially useless she even managed to levitate her bag onto her back, securely placing the precious ticket in it. ‘I'm going home! I’m going home!’ with that thought in her mind, she walked out of the police station.

As she walked along the street towards the Whinnyapolis train station however, it wasn’t long before Monsoon started to get those oh-so-familiar shakes. At first she tried to ignore them. She tried really hard to ignore them. She told herself repeatedly that she didn’t need the opium anymore, that she was going home.

‘Don’t think about it! Don’t think about it…’ try as she might though, she couldn’t not think about it. Every step she took her hooves shook harder and harder. She was even sweating, and it had nothing to do with the early afternoon sun that shone down from the clear cloudless sky. ‘Damn...I need some stuff...just to take the edge off, that's all, and then I'll go home…yeah, just a little stuff. I need money...not much, just a few hundred bits...’

With that plan in mind, she quickly found an unoccupied spot on the sidewalk and smiled welcomingly at a passing mare. She didn’t want a tough trick, just one to get her the quick fix she knew she needed to get her through the day. Then she’d sort herself out. On the train. That’s what she’d do. Unfortunately, as she had chosen a somewhat public street corner and it was early afternoon, the mare merely glared at her and continued on her way to wherever she was going. Chiding herself for being stupid, the pale brown mare instead trotted over to the lake. Doing her very best to put the opium shakes out of her mind.

It was quickly approaching two p.m. by the time Monsoon managed to reach the wide expansive lake. There were a few ponies there already, those with the day off were busy sunning themselves at the lakeside. Some were enjoying the waters, others were just enjoying the sun. Monsoon scanned them all sizing up the likely tricks. Of the ponies she saw, she judged the two most likely were a lone geeky looking stallion reading a book and a rather portly looking mare eating an unhealthy lunch of fast fried food. The rest were family units or couples that are doing a 'together' activity and of zero interest to her.

Spotting the mare, a chubby red earth pony, Monsoon swayed over to her as provocatively as she could. “Hey there…”

Unfortunately Monsoon’s swaying was ineffective. Looking up from her meal with her mouth full of food, remnants of fries and grease leaking from her muzzle, she slurred, “Yeah?”

“You look like you could use some 'company'.” Monsoon had to force herself not to shudder. This mare was gross. She could smell the grease on her fur from where she was stood.

“Look, if you're hungry you can get your own food, I'm not sharing.” another trail of grease joined the one before it as she spoke.

‘Oh sweet Celestia’s sun…’ Monsoon wanted to retch so badly. She also needed the opium just as badly. She tried very hard to breathe through her mouth so she wouldn’t have to smell her or her food. Still, a trick was a trick. “Oh...I wasn't talking about eating your food…” she purred as she allowed her forehoof to stray over her fat hind leg.

As if she had been scalded, the mare jerked her hind leg away and she tried swiping her forehoof at the whore propositioning her. “I'll call the police!”

“Fine, look, there’s no need for that!” Monsoon squeaked, more in relief than anything else and, before the mare could change her mind, she turned and headed over to where she saw the stallion reading the book. He was a much better target anyway.

Oblivious to what had happened with the mare, the cream coloured unicorn stallion glanced up at Monsoon as she approached him and he blushed so hard the lenses of his glasses fogged up. Despite this, he tried to once more become very interested in his book. “Hey there sweetie…” Monsoon purred in as sexy a voice as she could muster.

“Wh-who me?” the skinny unicorn stallion stammered nervously, wondering why a mare would be interested in talking to him.

“Yes you.” Monsoon purred, all the while smiling at the physically unimpressive specimen as she stepped closer.

The cream stallion looked all around for an escape route and, when he realised there was none, he contented himself with staring red faced at her hooves. “Aaah, h-h-hi…”

Monsoon noticed where he was looking and smiled. This she could work with. “You like my hooves, sexy?”

“Um…” very quickly, he looked away at a tree and blushed more heavily. “Wha-n-n-no!”

“Come now, no need to be shy.” now she was up close with him she almost regretted teasing him. He seemed a genuinely nice, albeit stereotypically nerdy, stallion. Idly she wondered, as she stroked his ear, if any mare had ever looked at him once let alone twice. “You look tense. I can do something about that, if you'd like?”

Still staring at her hooves, he looked around again and finally settled back on her hooves. He tried looking up at the mare’s face but that just made him blush harder so he tried to stare at his book instead. “You, ah, c-can?”

“Oh yes.” Monsoon scratched at his ear before caressing his cheek. She was almost tempted to do him for free just so he’d get to experience being with a mare. Almost. She still needed her fix so she could go home. “I can make you feel very good indeed.”

The poor stallion’s muzzle was almost planted deep in the book he was struggling to hold. “You um, you-you can?” he squeaked, “Why-why me?”

Monsoon’s heart broke for this stallion. She had a thought he’d be happy with a cuddle, let alone what she could do for him. Still, she needed bits. “Because you look lonely, sweetness, and in desperate need of a good time. Plus, I need the bits. So, sexy, how about it?”

“B-Bits?” all of a sudden, the ‘bit’ dropped for him. “A-Are you a prost- prostitute?”

“Why yes I am.” Monsoon smiled, happy to see that he hadn’t run away from her. “I'm a good one too…” the sexy purr was back in her voice as she ran her forehoof very slowly up and down his foreleg.

As he weighed up the pros and cons in his head as he was wont to do, chief among them the worry that he’d not have the equipment to satisfy her, or the skill, having never been with a mare before now. “H-H-How much?”

“Hmmm, how does two hundred and fifty bits sound?”

“Wh-What do I get for two hundred and fifty?”

‘Oh sweetie I’d do you for free…’ she thought with a smile. In a lot of ways he reminded her of Tropical Storm. Not much to look at but charming and sweet all the same. A nice pony. And, nice ponies deserved her best. “Hoof job and a blowie. I'll even swallow for you.”

Quickly, the geeky stallion fumbled for his shoulder pouch. He didn’t want to pass up this opportunity now. “W-w-wow, yeah, I'd l-like that!” in shaking hooves he pulled out the necessary bits and passed them over.

“Deal, sweetie!” Safely tucking the money away in her bag, Monsoon’s hoof briefly brushed over the train ticket. Just this one last trick, one last hit, then she’d be going home to her filly. “Now, let’s take you around this tree, hmm?”

Almost immediately, the cream stallion’s dark mottled cock started to emerge from its sheath with excitement at the prospect of finally being used as he gathered up his stuff. “Oh, ah, okay!”

Once they were on the grass around the tree in the shade provided by the overhanging leaves and branches, Monsoon took it upon herself to try and calm him down. “You really don't have to be so nervous, sweetie.” she smiled warmly as she ran her left hoof lovingly along the length of his emerging cock and her right along his sheath and balls.

“M-Most m-mares don't give me a sec-second look…” he moaned a deep pleasured moan while pretending to read.

‘Oh, I can imagine they don’t give you the first,’ she thought as she stroked him hard. “Well sweetness, I'm not most mares.” stroking him a little firmer now, she sat on her haunches and used her other hoof to fondle and massage his heavy swinging balls.

“Ooooh,” the stallion’s hind legs trembled under her expert ministrations, his glasses fogging so much he took them off instead. “Mmmm, aahhhh!”

“Hmmm, I think somepony likes that?” she asked cheekily as she licked and kissed her way from his balls all the way up his – surprisingly – bigger than average cock until it stood hard and proud. The cream stallion just nodded and any pretence of reading was gone as the book fell from his hooves. “Mmmmm!” Monsoon smiled and placed very delicate little kisses all around his flat head, paying attention to flick her tongue over his pee hole.

As she worked the head of his throbbing cock, the stallion lowered one trembling forehoof to fondle her mane as he laid back with his eyes closed. Taking it as read she was doing a good job, Monsoon swirled her tongue all around the head in her mouth and she lowered her head down. She sunk lower and lower and as she went, she could feel his hind legs tense up. Almost reluctantly, she knew the poor pony wouldn’t last much longer. With all her practised skill she worked both of her forehooves around his balls as she deep throated his cock.

It was a matter of professional pride almost that if he was going to blow quickly, she’d at least give him a cock sucking to remember. Again and again she lowered her muzzle all the way down until her nose touched fur. Time after time she sucked, unhurriedly fucking him with her mouth and throat.

Sadly, as she had silently predicted, it was over much too soon. Several deep bobs of her head later and she felt the hoof that was caressing her mane tense up and the stallion thrust his skinny hips into her face as he came. “AaaAAaaAAH!” he screamed, shooting rope after rope of hot thick cum into her throat and mouth. “Aaahaaah!” he panted as he continued to cum until it began to fill her cheeks and leak from her mouth.

Monsoon was surprised – and impressed – as he came as much as he did. One aspect of him that was not disappointing. As promised she held as much of it in her mouth as she could until his ejaculation had ceased and only when he had stopped cumming did she pull off.

Sitting back, she held her mouth open wide to shows off her prize, winked at him and swallowed his hot load.

The sight of the whore’s wide open mouth full of his white seed and then to watch her swallow it all down almost made him cum again. He slumped against the tree and gasped. “Th-thank you, that...that was amazing!”

“Hmm, yummy!” Monsoon wiped her nose and licked her lips clean before taking a moment to gently and with genuine affection she kissed and nuzzle his neck. “Thank you. I hope you enjoy the book, but you won't find mares in there.”

The stallion simply snickered, though he was breathing heavily. “I don't think I'll find my hoof as pleasant anymore either.” Somewhat emboldened by his recent experience he leant in and stole a kiss, immediately blushing hard.

“Hmhmm, confident.” Monsoon kissed his lips once more. “Mare's like confident.”

He smiled at that and took the chance to kiss her one more time. “Bye and, um, maybe I’ll see you again?”

Even though she knew full well that she wouldn’t be seeing him again, Monsoon smiled. ‘Who knows,’ she thought, ‘maybe I’ll take him with me?’ “Sure thing sweetness. How about you mount me next time?”

“Meep!”

As he blushed hard, Monsoon took the opportunity to steal a kiss of her own before turning away. “Take care now, sweetness.” she walked away from the stallion, her tail lifted right the way up to grant him a clear and unfettered view of her marehood as she swayed her hips and walked away to where she needed to be next.

The stallion’s eyes were locked onto Monsoon’s undercarriage as she walked away, though just as she turned the corner to the far side of the marina to where she knew Popper’s car would be waiting, she chanced a glance over her shoulder back at him to blow him a goodbye kiss and very quickly his gaze dropped back to his book.

As Monsoon approached the familiar flame red Chevelle, she noticed the set up was the same, though the mare sat beside the drug dealer was different. “Hey there.” she greeted him pleasantly through the open car window.

Seeing her coming, Popper smiled. He remembered her from the day before. He also remembered Red Light’s instructions to him if this whore ever approached him to buy again. “Lost again, are we?”

“Yeah, but I think I've found my way.” Monsoon returned the smile as she thought about the train ticket in her bag. “I just need a little something to ease the trip along, y'know?”

“Yeah, yeah, Address?”

Knowing what to do, Monsoon reached into her bag and pulled out one hundred and fifty of the two hundred and fifty bits she had just earned and passed them through to Popper. “Here it is.”

Taking the bits from her, Popper tapped the mare’s shoulder once. “Give this filly some directions.” Nodding quietly, the mare reached into the first bag of three between her legs and took out a pack of the otherwise unmarked ‘special mix’ and hoofed it over to the waiting Monsoon.

Unaware of what exactly it was, Monsoon took the pack gratefully in her shaking hoof. “Thank you, this'll help with the journey.”

Popper nodded. “Have a good trip now, y’hear.” he smirked a very nasty smirk as he watched the pale brown unicorn almost dance away from his car. He knew full well the only journey she’d be making after smoking what he’d just sold her was a one way trip six feet under. Still, that was the price you paid for cheating on Red Light.

Monsoon stowed the package in her bag and skipped out of the lake. She needed someplace quiet to smoke her purchase, then she’d go to the train station. A flash of inspiration hit her. The motel! She could use the shed that her friend Sapphire Nightingale had offered her, get high, say her goodbyes to what she saw as a good friend, and go home.

She skipped a little quicker now. She could almost taste the high she was so excited.

~ ~ ~

Tuesday morning, and the sunlight streaming through the half closed curtains landed on the two ponies laid on the now messy bed. Red Light opened his eyes and, rolling over, was very pleased indeed to discover that Cumulus was still there. Smiling a wicked smile, the scarlet unicorn stallion brushed his short cut white mane and slid out of the bed. Walking carefully to the bedroom door, he had in mind to make breakfast for them both and to prepare some hair of the dog that bit her for a hangover cure.

When Red Light moved, Cumulus stirred in the bed. Red Light looked back at the eighteen year old filly and smirked nastily. She was looking quite the worse for wear, her sky blue feathers were all at odd angles, her exposed marehood was looking all puffy and swollen and, as a result of what he’d done to her the night before, there was a slight bulge in her belly and dried cum stains all on her inner thighs. “UUuuuuuugh...” she groaned, drool on her mouth.

Callously, Red Light said nothing, he just turned on his hooves and left for the kitchen. He knew he had the ‘fresh’ young filly now. She was as good as his. Cumulus tried to get up once from the bed but she fell back to the bed. Stunned in the morning light, she laid there for a moment. It was a very long moment indeed, blinking, trying to get her bearings, trying to work out where she was, who she was and why her marehood hurt so much. Several moments later she tried to sit up again and open her eyes. “Wh-Where...what...huh...”

Again, she slumped to the bed. She felt rough, rougher than she’d ever felt in her young life. Though she didn’t know it, this was a result of her body craving the addictive opium that had left her system and the whole bottle of fortified wine she had drunk the night before.

The first thing that came to her senses was the smell of cooking coming from the kitchen. Very slowly, her drug addled brain put two and two together and she realised where she was. With the smell of cooking wafting through from the kitchen, she managed to haul herself out of the bed and stumbled, walking like a mare of seventy, towards the bathroom.

Limping, as her crotch was still so very sore from losing her virginity so roughly, she took herself to the bathroom and made a valiant attempt to freshen up. It took her the best part of an hour, but she toileted, washed her face and, after a very quick preen, she discovered the dried semen stains on her inner hind legs. Gingerly she washed them off and staggered through to the kitchen where she saw Red Light cooking. “Las' nigh'...did we...um...did we...do it?” she asked, shocked at how her voice sounded to herself.

Turning from his stove, Red Light smiled. ‘Time to win the Oscar again…’ he thought as he smiled at the gullible vulnerable young filly. “Did-did I do okay?” he almost amazed himself at how convincing he sounded. “I wasn't too sure what to do, but you talked me through it. Scrambled eggs okay?”

“Uuugh...y-yeah...” Cumulus just registered the words ‘scrambled’ and ‘eggs’ as she walked over to the breakfast bar with a definite wince in her gait. “It was good, I think...wait, I talked ya through it?” this didn’t seem right, not at all, but she couldn’t figure out how it was supposed to be right so she gave up.

“Yeah,” Red Light answered her with an energetic nod of his head, getting thoroughly into his role. “See, you had a toy so you kinda used me like you would the toy.” with that, the crimson unicorn stallion dished up some scrambled eggs, hay bacon, and apple juice on a tray in front of his latest victim. Before the foolish filly had come into the kitchen, he had doctored her juice with a liberal amount of vodka knowing full well it would be hidden by the sweet juice.

“I...I used ya?” Cumulus looked up at the stallion with a bright red blush all over her cheeks as she sat and took her eggs. “I'm sorry, I didn' mean to…”

Red Light almost felt sorry for her. Almost. He supposed it was a good thing he had no compassion whatsoever. “No, it's okay, I wanted to learn. You're a good teacher. You could do that professionally.”

Having just taken a mouthful of scrambled eggs, Cumulus coughed and almost choked. “Wha'!?” she exclaimed, “Me mammy'd kill me! She's gonna kill me as it is, fer wha' I did las' nigh'!”

‘It’s almost too easy!’ Red Light quietly sat opposite her at the breakfast bar and ate. “I don't know about that. I think I'd be proud to know my foal was so good at something.” for a moment he was worried he’d gone too far. “I've heard you can make good money doing that.”

About to retort, Cumulus instead took a drink of her doctored juice. The effects of the hidden vodka were almost immediate. “But...but me mam said those kind o' mares were filthy trollops, not fit t' live under Celestia's sun....am...I like tha'?”

Red Light did his very best to look shocked and surprised. “You, a filthy trollop?” he smiled as he laid a hoof gently on Cumulus’s own. “I would think not. I mean, I don't think I would have even talked to you if you were. So you can't be.”

At that, Cumulus took another drink of her juice. The young pegasus felt the calming buzz of the vodka that made her headache fade away and she smiled in return. “Could um...could I really earn, doin' tha'? Ya think I'm good enough?”

Red Light let out a snicker of triumph that he hid well. “Well, I thought you were good, but you're my first.” ‘Ha…my first…she must be so stupid…’ “Still, I think you would be very good at it. I was happy and you took your time with me last night.”

“I guess...I mean...I suppose...” Cumulus shook her head. The nice stallion seemed to be making sense. Again she shook her head. ‘What am I doing even thinking it?’ However, when she took another drink of the juice, her objections seemed to melt away. “I mean, I need ta earn bits t' get 'ome, righ'?” it seemed reasonable in her head.

“True that,” Red Light encouraged her, “I'm sure you could earn enough in no time and you can leave whenever you want.”

“Yeah...yeah!” Cumulus agreed as she ate her eggs, “I'd only 'ave t' do a couple, righ'?”

Red Light shrugged, “I guess you can so as many as you like.” Now it was time to turn the screws, just a little. “Do, ah, you have money troubles back home?”
“Well…” Cumulus trailed to silence, though her uncomfortable shuffles on her seating pad as she looked down at her empty plate spoke volumes to the evil minded pimp.

“Maybe your mum will be surprised when you come home with lots of bits. I mean…” he paused, quite proud of the way he was playing her like a harp straight from Tartarus, “You don't have to say how you got them, if that worries you.”

Cumulus was still looking down at the table. “Well...I didn' tell ya this, but I can trus' ya. I know me mam's strugglin' t' pay for my university fees. She don' think I know, but I foun' a letter th' other week.”

“Yeah, parents don't tell you a lot of things.” Red Light, the very picture of empathy, squeezed her forehoof. “Does your mum like the preforming arts?”

Going once more for her juice, Cumulus nodded. “She likes this op'ra singer, um...wha's 'er name, some unicorn…” try as she might, the sky blue pegasus just couldn’t remember what the opera singer’s name was. Which was very odd indeed. Usually her memory was good, especially as she and her mother had seen Serenity sing live many times.

Not really caring either way, Red Light just shrugged his shoulders. “Well, if she asks where you got the bits you can say you were a street performer here and the ponies really liked it. Always good to be honest with your mum.”

“Yeah...I coul' totally do tha'! I can get 'ome and pay me mam back for th' tuition fees!” Cumulus paused in her excited little monologue when a thought struck her. She let out a subdued “oh...” while Red Light smiled and said nothing, waiting to see what his little harp had to say next. “Where am I gonna stay? I ain't got nowhere t' go!”

Red Light couldn’t believe how easy this was. She was flying head first into this new life he had planned for her. “Oh, yeah, and a place to hold your classes...wait, I know a pony who has a place with lots of rooms. I think you'll like her. Her name’s Sapphire Nightingale.”

“Y'do? Really? Y'think she'd 'elp me out?”

Eagerly, Red Light nodded, playing the helpful friend to a tee. “I've helped her in the past, so maybe I can call in a favour. If you like, after breakfast, you can use the shower and clean up.”

“Thanks um...um...” Cumulus suddenly looked embarrassed. “I don' know your name.”

“Oh, I'm sorry! It's Red.”

Cumulus’s face fell as did her mood. “Guess I am one o' those mare's af'er all, huh? Sleepin' wi' a stallion wi'out even knowin' 'is name.”

Again, Red Light squeezed Cumulus’s hoof, though this time he got up and moved around to hug her as well. “Don't be hard on yourself. You were a bit lost last night, and it is my fault. I was, a bit embarrassed to know so little.”

Cumulus blushed hard at that. “Thank you. You were just great, Red.” she reached for and drank the rest of her vodka juice. Emboldened once again as her inhibitions fell away, she returned the hug to her new friend. “Would um...do um...y'wanna join me, in th' shower?”

“S-Sure!” for good measure, Red Light even put on a good blush. “I'd be happy to help you anyway I can.”

“C’mon then!” Cumulus, all nice and buzzing from the effects of the hidden vodka in her juice, got up from her seating pad at the breakfast bar and swayed towards the bathroom. With her inhibitions slipping, she even had her tail well up offering him a clear view of her crotch.

Red Light had to try very hard indeed to keep his stallionhood under control. “Um, okay, the dishes can wait.” he grinned as he followed after her.

Once they were in the shower, Cumulus turned to face the much older unicorn stallion. “I wanna do somethin', if'n you'll let me.”

“Okay, you're the boss.”

Cumulus giggled at that. “Well...las’ nigh’ you said ya wanted somethin' soft, down there? Ya licked an' kissed me. I wanna do you too.”

“Oh. Oh!” Red Light made a mental note to give her vodka at every meal if this was how she was going to act on it. “I, I would like that, um, maybe you should clean it first? To be safe.”

Red Light, ready to comment on her technique if needed, he found he didn’t have to at all as Cumulus reached for the shampoo and she got busy cleaning his sheath. When she washed the shampoo off with the water she placed enthusiastic – if sloppy and inexperienced – kisses and licks all along its length. “Am I doing it okay?”

Red Light thought his new little whore was doing just fine. His cock thought so too as it emerged hard and erect from his sheath. It didn’t care she hardly knew what she was doing and neither did he. Once she was faced with his impressive erection looming over her head, Cumulus bit her lip and, summoning her vodka enhanced nerves, she took the flat head in her warm wet mouth.

For a moment she didn’t do anything, she sat there with the head in her mouth. Just as Red Light was about to snort, she remembered the video she had watched that one time and she began to suck on it as she awkwardly moved her head forwards. “Oh my,” Red Light’s snort died on his lips. “I never knew it could be this good. You are a master at this!” Cumulus’s wings fluttered with pride and she tried going a little deeper, all the way down to the medial ring.

Very pleased with her efforts, Red Light sighed a contented sigh and caressed the back of her head with his hoof. ‘Huh…looks like she’s a natural cock-sucker! I know stallion’s who’ll pay tons for this!’ he thought to himself. “Hmmm, that is so much better than my hoof!”

“HmHmmmmm!” Cumulus slobbered in agreement as she bobbed her head up and down her new best friend’s cock. Drool leaked around the edges of her mouth and from nowhere she had an inspiration to copy the DVD she watched and she used her hoof to gently caress his balls.

While Cumulus was clumsily sucking on his cock like it was a popsicle, Red Light, determined to cum, used his imagination to bring himself to a rather satisfying climax. “Cu-Cu-Cumulus, I'm going to come!”

No sooner had he said that, than Red Light’s tip flared out in her throat as he did indeed orgasm. With no choice, the sky blue pegasus swallowed the hot sticky mess straight down to her belly before she pulled off. As she did so she saw some of the cum leak from her friend’s cock and she licked it up so he could see what she was doing. “Was that good?”

“That…” Red Light was truly speechless. He never expected this dumb bitch to be such a good dick polisher. She was going to earn him so many bits! “That. I've never…It was better than anything I could do for myself!” so overjoyed was he at the quality of his new cash cow that he kissed her lips before he realised what he’d done.

Cumulus coloured up in a huge blush, shower water spattering off of her mane. “Y-Ya kissed me...”

‘Dam it, damn it, damn it!’ Red Light cursed himself and looked away. “I'm sorry!”

Slowly, Cumulus turned his head back to face her and she kissed him in return. “Why?”

“I don't want you to feel bad or think you owe me anything.” That wasn’t the reason at all. He just didn’t want to get emotionally involved with a whore that was going to literally piss him bank notes.

“I don' feel bad...I feel...” she staggered in the shower, almost falling in the tub, “I feel…wooo! righ' now!”

“Okay, if you say so.” Red Light snickered, happy that the vodka laced juice had done its job on her. Still, there was no harm in being a little nice, he supposed. “Um, do you want me to wash your mane?” when she nodded the affirmative, Red Light began to give her a very sensual cleaning, one that he didn’t intend to stop unless she said something. As he started to work the shampoo and the hot water into her mane and her scalp, Cumulus was actually purring throughout the wash, her wings were noticeably erect.

While Red Light admittedly wasn’t the best preener in Equestria, he had learned a thing or two. ‘The benefit of having feathered sluts before,’ he thought as he started to deliver a functional but arousing preen to the filly’s left wing.

“MMmmMMM!” Cumulus moaned out loud almost straight away and it wasn’t long before she had her forehoof buried between her hind legs. She didn’t care she was sore and her marehood was still swollen, she needed to get off, badly. Behind her, Red Light allowed her to rub one out but, after he was done with her wings, he moved down her back to clean her backside which would involve a very hooves on 'deep' cleaning. Cumulus felt his hooves down there under her tail and shuddered. “Wh-What're y'doin'?”

“I was going to make sure you were clean everywhere.” Red Light smirked behind her as he stopped what he was doing. “I can stop if you like…”

“No! NO!” Cumulus squeaked desperately. “Please...d-do it!” she was so needy, so close, Red Light dutifully continued with the deep clean using both his hooves and his mouth under her tail. “AaaaAAH...” the sky blue mare was moaning and squirming from the sheer pleasure she was receiving and it didn’t take long at all for her to cum noisily and messily from the ‘clean’ Red Light was giving her.

Still smirking, he decided she needed deep cleaning again. This time, she didn’t try and stop him. She just laid there in the shower and let him do whatever he wanted to do to her. Pleasure, opium and vodka pushing all thoughts of Trottingham from her mind.

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Two hours after the very deep cleaning session in his shower, Red Light was walking with Cumulus through the maze of back streets in the suburban part of Whinnyapolis. His ultimate destination was Sapphire Nightingale’s motel, where he would complete his acquisition of this frankly idiotic mare. First though, there was one thing he needed to do. Turning a corner, he led her past a small time grocery store. “Hey, you may as well get some food and stuff for a couple of days at least. I'm sure Sapphire has a fridge in the room. I think you'll have to asker her about using a kitchenette.”

Looking from Red Light to the grocery store and back again, Cumulus’s sky blue face erupted in a bright red blush. “I can'...see, I don' 'ave any bits…” this was true. Stargazer had left her with nothing.

“Oh, oh, yeah, sorry.” Red Light smiled in a faux apologetic smile as he dug around in his shoulder pouch and in a few moments he came up with two hundred bits, which he readily passed over to the young filly. “Um, I have this, and you can have it.”

“Really?” Cumulus was frankly awestruck at her friend’s generosity. “Ya jus' givin' it t'me?”

‘Well…it makes up for what you’re giving me, stupid.’ He thought with a smile. “Hey, you're far from home, just need a leg up is all. Maybe you'll be able to repay me?”

Realisation dawned on Cumulus’s face, realisation aided by what he had talked her into at the breakfast bar. “Ya wanna do wha' we did in th' shower again?”

Red Light made a show of nervously looking around. When she was firmly his, he’d take great pleasure in plowing her when and where he liked, whenever he liked, but for now, that could wait. “We may need to get cleaned up after you move in to your room, or... Um, maybe, ah...”

“I don' mind bein' dirty wi' you,” she smiled as she trotted towards the store, her tail still held up high thanks to the vodka she had unwittingly drunk. “Ya nice, an' I trus' ya.”

“Okay, I'll wait out here so you can get what you like, and then I'll know what you like.”

“Okay, Red!” with that, Cumulus swayed her hindquarters in a way her mother would’ve tanned her hide for and entered the store for her groceries.

Once Cumulus was out of sight, the very split second that the filly was inside the store, Red Light’s whole demeanour changed as if somepony had flipped a light switch. The crimson unicorn lit his horn and levitated his cell phone out of his pouch. There was just one thing he had to take care of. Smirking his nasty smirk, he dialled his associate’s number. Almost straightaway, Sapphire Nightingale picked up. “What is it now, Red?”

Red Light didn’t waste any time on pleasantries. “You at the motel?”

Sapphire Nightingale grunted. She recognised the business-like tone in the stallion’s voice. “Will be in a few minutes, what do you need?”

“I got some fresh meat and she thinks I'm her knight in shining armour.”

“Ha!” Sapphire Nightingale snorted out the blunt laugh, “I don't think that armour ever shined.”

“I need you...”

“I know what you need and, I'll play along.”

“Okay,” Red Light allowed himself to breathe a sigh of relief. He knew as soon as he got the filly in the motel she’d be his good and proper. “You got a room for her?”

“Yeah, and it’s even clean,” the dull orange pegasus answered quickly, thinking of the room Monsoon had been forced to vacate the night before by the pony she was talking to now. “Well it’s clean enough, anyway.”

“Thanks Sapphy, we’ll be there in about twenty.” reassured that his associate would get the room ready, Red Light quickly put away his cell phone and moved back round to the front of the store just in time as a second later Cumulus reappeared from the store carrying a bag filled with a variety of pop-tarts and crunchie bars. “That was quick.” Red Light had his nice smile back in place. “Okay, along the lake and then to Sapphire's place.”

“Don' take long t' shop for poppers!” Cumulus smiled proudly as she showed off what she had bought from the store. “Sapphire. She sounds nice.”

Red Light nodded. “I've had no problems with her,” he replied as he led her the long way around the lake in a slow stroll before turning back to go past the marina. He had told Sapphire twenty minutes, and he wanted to give her enough time to get the motel room ready.

“Wow...” Cumulus was struck by the beauty of the lake she was being taken around. “Th' lake's real pretty ain't it, Red?”

“Yes,” Red Light agreed. Whatever he thought of the piece of meat walking beside him, he had to agree the lake was beautiful. “I love to walk along here, then again, I found you here.”

Cumulus smiled. “Ya, tha' was fortui...fortu...fort...lucky!” she giggled as she had to change her chosen word. For some reason, she just couldn’t articulate the word ‘fortuitous’. She knew it, of course, but it just wouldn’t come to her.

“Lucky for me!” Red Light grinned. He knew the side effects of opium were memory loss, though of course some were more succeptible to it than others. It seemed this foolish filly was one of the ones that were. His grin widened. It seemed she’d be more easily controlled than he thought. This was perfect. “You're amazing!”

“I'm amazin’?” Cumulus blushed. ‘I'm amazing! He thinks I'm amazing! Wohoo!’

Smiling easily now, Red Light performed a little rump bump with his rump. “You are, and I think others will think the same way too.”

“Wow...ya so cool!” Cumulus’s blush deepened as she returned the rump bump. For a split second she was reminded of Cirrus, then she forgot all about him. “Red?” she asked quietly as they walked around the lake together.

“Yes, Cumulus?”

“'Ave ya got any more o' that plant we smoked?” she asked tentatively as she started to get the onset of withdrawal shakes, though she didn’t know yet what they were. “I coul' do some more, wi' you.”

Red Light blushed genuinely at that. He was caught off guard by the question. “Um, I was going to leave some in your room as a surprise. So, can you pretend to be surprised?” as it happened, he had intended to do just that.

“Oh sure!” Cumulus replied quickly, then, a moment later she blinked her wide eyes. “Surprised about what?” she asked genuinely, the previous thing she’d said having completely slipped her mind.

“Right,” Red Light knew her well enough to know she wasn’t putting on an act. She genuinely wasn’t playing. This pleased him immensely. “I like you, you are funny.”

“I am? Cumulus giggled profusely and blushed harder at the perceived compliment. “So, um, what's your friend like?”

Red Light snickered as they rounded the lake and walked past the marina. “She’s like a mom.” ‘Yeah,’ he thought, ‘a mom who couldn’t give a buck about anypony,’ which was just how he liked it. He had a pony like Sapphire Nightingale tucked away in every town in Equestria, just in case.

“Mom...mom...” Cumulus looked confused for a – thankfully for Red Light – brief moment. Flashes of memories were trying to light a spark in her brain, but it wouldn’t take hold. “Um, wasn' there somethin' I was gonna do, with a mom?”

“I'm sure you can do it with Sapphire,” Red Light put in quickly, trying to breathe evenly and keep his face straight. The last thing he wanted was to remember she wanted to call her family, though he doubted she could remember the number now. “I like to think of her as mom. I don't have...so I think of Sapphire.” that did the trick.

Cumulus immediately swallowed the line she was being fed. “Awww ya poor thing!” she pulled the older stallion into a tight hug that he didn’t try to fight.

Earning his imaginary Oscar, Red Light sniffed, pretending to cry on her shoulder. “Thank you, you are the best.”

Pulling away from the hug just a little, Cumulus kissed the crimson stallion’s lips. “Jus' tryin' t' help, like ya helped me.”

Thankfully, for Red light’s acting skills, the battered old motel soon came into view. Pausing, he pointed out the large building in the middle distance. “There it is. Sapphire owns that place,” he snickered, “Why she has plenty of rooms.”

“Oh...oh well, tha' looks nice, don' it?”

“It does.” Red Light nodded as he steered her towards the motel. Already he was picturing her in a room on the first or second floor servicing trick after trick that formed a line at her door. “Let's see if Sapphire is in her office, hmm?”

“Alrigh'!” Smiling a very wide smile, Cumulus pressed in as close as she could to Red Light’s flank and, as they walked towards the motel, she even had her tail entwined with his.

It didn’t take them very long at all to enter the motel’s office on the ground floor. Sapphire Nightingale was sat with her hind hooves up on her pouffe, sat in her favourite comfy chair with a half consumed mug of milky coffee by her side. She was ready to greet her associate’s new meat. They’d played this game many times over the years, and she was just as good at it as Red Light was. “Hi there Red!” she greeted them in her best friendliest voice, “Who's your friend?”

“This is Cumulus,” Red Light introduced the young filly proudly, “she's a bit lost.”

“Lost?” Sapphire Nightingale set her mug down on her side table and got up from her favourite chair. She had a slight frown on her face when she saw just how young this sky blue pegasus was. She knew Red Light liked them young but she was willing to bargain this pony was barely legal. Still, she breathed through her nose. Bits from Red Light paid three quarters of her bills while he was in town, and you didn’t just say ‘no’ to him. “Whinnyapolis is getting big, but not that big.”

“Ya, I'm from...I'm from...ah,” Cumulus scrunched up her face, apparently deep in thought. “I’m from Trottin'ham, miss.”

“Oh my, dear, you're a long way from home, aren’t you?” Sapphire Nightingale came over and gave the young filly a very motherly hug. In the process she could smell the opium in her fur as well as Red Light’s cheap shampoos. ‘I…I can’t allow this,’ she thought to herself, ‘But what can I do? Red can and will kill me!’ she shot him a look over Cumulus’s shoulder and she got the message. “So, dear, why has Red brought you here?”

Cumulus melted into the hug. “I need a room t' stay for a bit, miss, while I earn some money.”

“Well, now if you're going to work and earn money, I don’t see why I can't up you up for as long as you need.”

“Thanks Ms. Nightingale.” Red Light smiled over the young filly’s shoulder, but his eyes stared daggers at his ‘friend’.

Sapphire’s dull orange wings fluttered. She more than got the message, alright. Still, she had an idea of what to do. True, she didn’t care much for the old whores like Monsoon that used her motel as a base of operations, after all they had made their choices long ago. This however was a scared young pony who didn’t even realise what was about to happen to her. “A friend of yours is a friend of mine, Red.”

“Um...is it really okay miss?” Cumulus muttered, “See th' kind o' work I'll be doin', ya might not like, entertainin' stallions for bits.”

“Oh, I see,” Sapphire Nightingale’s voice only wavered for just a moment before she recovered her composure and she shot Red Light a ‘look’. For his part, the crimson stallion looked a bit surprised that she was quite that easy to bring into the fold. That more or less made up the dull orange mare’s mind. She’d have to give her cousin Doubleshoes a call. This filly didn’t deserve this life. “Well, what a pony does behind closed doors is none of my business, is what I say.”

“Oh thanks miss. It's only for a bit, till I get bits t' get 'ome. Red said it was...um...street performin'.”

“That sounds like a very respectable profession.” Sapphire smiled sweetly. She had to bide her time though. If Red Light got wind she was trying to help this filly out, then the Whinnyapolis PD would find her at the bottom of the nearby lake. “I'm sure you'll do well dear. Leave her to me Red. I'll put her up in room 212.”

“Thanks Ms. Nightingale,” Red Light gave the older mare a nod of thanks and turned to leave the office. He had clients he needed to organise for his new meat. “You’re a life saver. I was going to leave a present in her room.”

“Very well,” Sapphire wrinkled her nose in disgust when Red Light dropped a pouch of opium on her table before disappearing out of the office. She knew she had little choice but to give it her for now, but the first chance she got, she made up her mind she was going to call her cousin.

“It's awful nice ya puttin' me up, miss.” Cumulus said with a dopey smile that almost broke the apathetic mare’s heart as she led her up the outside stairs to the second floor. “D'ya ‘appen to ‘ave a phone?”

“Yes dear, there is a pay phone outside.” She answered carefully. She didn’t want to say anything to her that might get back to Red Light and lead her to a watery end before she could make the call she needed to make. “There is a phone in your room too, but it can only dial local, like if you want a pizza.

“O-Okay miss!” like a lost lamb being led to slaughter, Cumulus happily followed Sapphire Nightingale into the shabby room that had, up until recently, once been Monsoon’s and she was still smiling like an oblivious puppy when the door had slammed behind her, all but sealing her fate.