No Place Like Home

A short, sharp brutal knock on the door of her shabby motel room roused Cumulus from her semi-aware drug addled state. A second, more impatient knock and, struggling to see in the gloom, the young pegasus could see that it was her two a.m. appointment. Setting aside her warm cola and cold pizza, she heaved herself on unsteady hooves to answer the door to the fifth customer of the night so far.

The harsh glare of the motel’s hallway lights contrasted harshly with the gloom of her room. So bright was it that she couldn’t see the large brown earth pony stallion at all for a few seconds. Unfortunately for the young mare, the gruff stallion wasn’t about to give her that time. “You the Red Light escort pony?” he asked, getting straight to the point.

“Ya,” Cumulus replied, going into an automatic, well-trained pose at the door, rearing up and thrusting out her flank suggestively, just like Sapphire Nightingale had taught her. “Tha's me, cutie pie.”

The stallion ran a hoof through her mane. “You'll do, forelegs on the bed, I don't have all night, slut.”

“Y'sir!” Cumulus slurred, thanks to the drugs still in her system that Red Light had given her, she turned around with an exaggerated sway in her hips and she rested her forelegs on the bed, her hind legs spread apart. At least positioned thus, the dingy room had stopped spinning.

Without wasting any time on foreplay of any kind, the stallion shoved his nose under Cumulus’s raised up tail and took a long, exploratory sniff. Finding what he found to his liking, he took a lick of the teenager’s puffy swollen marehood. He ignored her pleasured moan. “Good, you're clean.”

The stallion did like his whores clean, and Red Light had promised a clean fresh mare. He hated those washed up old cum dumps. Satisfied, and with his cock hard and ready, he wasted no time in mounting her. “Ooooh, Celestia, you're tight!” he grunted, thrusting his length inside her in one single hard movement.

“AAaaAAAH!” Cumulus screamed, raising her head up from her filthy pillow. She was almost dry down there but the stallion hadn’t let that stop him as he forced his medial ring inside her tight snatch. Though she had her tail up high and to one side, bracing herself against the bed, the force of the intrusion still rocked her forwards.

If the stallion cared for her pained screams he didn’t show it. “Such a pretty cutie mark too…” pulling out half way, dragging her swollen raw labia with it, he thrust back inside, timing a hard slap to her flank as he hilted in her.

“AaAA...Oooow!” Cumulus screamed, her white cloud cutie mark turning a little red with the force of the slap.

“Oh that is hot!” the stallion moaned, timing a slap to her other cutie mark as he thrust inside her tight tunnel for a third time. ‘Sweet Celestia she’s a good buck!’ he thought savagely.

“Ooooow! H-Hey!” Cumulus tried to protest, she didn’t know what hurt more, the stallion’s erect cock raping her marehood or the stiff slaps now constantly raining down on her reddened cutie marks. In spite of all this though, her wings were semi erect, her body betraying her as it found perverse pleasure in the act.

“Take it bitch!” the earth pony leaned forward and yelled in her ear, hilting and slamming into the young pegasus’s cervix with each brutal thrust of his hips, “Ask for more! Beg for my cock, whore!”

Poor Cumulus was in a world of stimulus, the pain in her crotch and from somewhere there was pleasure. “Y-Ya hurtin' me!” she squealed like it was the first day of school all over again. ‘I’m wet…how…why…I’m wet? I’m enjoying this?’ she tried to think, but the stallion currently balls deep in her drove rational thought from her mind.

“You're lov'n it!” he bellowed, landing a hard smack with the flat of his hoof against the ring of her asshole as again he forced his way inside her. Celestia he loved her tight clinging cunt. He loved the way it was contracting, trying to force his huge rod out of her, he loved overpowering this dumb young bitch, just like all the rest.

Fifteen minutes and innumerable hilting thrusts later and Cumulus was very wet and her wings were extremely hard. Could she be loving it? She supposed she must be. Why else would she be so wet and begging for it? “OOooooOW!” again she lifted her head and screamed, “Pl-Please! Gimme more!”

Smirking nastily, the stallion reached forward with both forehooves. Finding her erect wings, he wrenched back, pulling hard on her tender sensitive wing joints so he could use the leverage to ram himself deeper. “Take it all!” he bellowed.

“OooOOOW!” Cumulus screamed all the louder now. She couldn’t pretend even with her drug addled brain that it was nice any more. It hurt and it kept on hurting. “N-Not me wings, pleeeease!” she begged him uselessly as he kept thrusting inside her, “Ya hurtin' meeeeeee!”

With a particularly hard thrust, the brown earth pony simultaneously flicked a hoof tip on her wing joint as he rams in hard, penetrating her cervical wall, painting her womb with his hot nasty seed as he came. Cumulus cried with the force of the climax, she could almost feel her insides get splashed with his thick cream. “Oooow th-that hurt!” she whimpered, her head slumped into her dirty pillow.

The stallion however didn’t have a flying buck to give. He roughly slapped the ring of her asshole again and again, staying inside her until he finally stopped cumming. Pulling out of her used whore-hole, he slapped her ass one last time as he fished in his shoulder pouch for the bits to pay her with.

Without a thought being given to the semen dribbling from her gaping pussy onto her thighs, Cumulus wipes the tears from her eyes. Red Light had taught her not to cry. Customers didn’t always like it. “Th-Thank ya, sir…” she gasped, barely able to move.

Snickering, the stallion left her seven hundred and fifty bits, five hundred for the base cost and a decent tip, seeing as she had been so tight and all. “You're a sweet thing, I'll be calling on you again, slut.”

“O-Okay s-sir…” she gasped as he left her room, slamming the door behind him. ‘Again!’ she thought in sheer panic, ‘I can' take that again!’ After several long, quiet moments, she took the bits she had been left and, still looking a thorough mess, she left her room. She didn’t have a plan, or a destination, she just wanted some air.

She barely registered the fact that it was just after two thirty a.m., or the chill of the early morning breeze, all she could focus on were the welts and bruises forming on her flanks and cutie marks from the stallion that had just used her. They joined the other ‘trophies’ she had received from her other clients. “Aaaagh...ooow...” she cried out pained little whimpers as she half walked / half staggered along the street away from the motel.

Cumulus hadn’t staggered very far at all, in fact she was still on the long tree-lined driveway that lead up to the motel, when a couple of very drunk unicorns in their late forties appeared in her path, coming in from the main street behind them. The mare, a white pony, nudged her mate. “Look love, somepony left a toy out.”

The stallion, a tan unicorn, sniggered out a nasty, mirthless laugh. “It looks broken, think it still works?”

In utter panic, Cumulus backed away from the couple, though soon she hit the rough bark of a tree. Unable to back away any further, she almost fell over as her hind legs threatened to give out. “L-Leave me alone...please!” she begged, she had no desire to be used anymore that night.

The couple simply shared a ‘look’ between them as they advanced upon the poor young pegasus. “Aren't you available?” she asked, a horrible sneer in her voice while her partner jiggled a little pouch of bits in her face.

“I...I jus' wanna go 'ome...” Cumulus whined, struggling to even form that thought in her head. She was tired, she was sore and she hurt, but as she blinked eyes at the bag of bits, something clicked like a trigger. Little did she know it was her conditioning already kicking in. “Yeah, I'm available, ma’am…”

“That’s a good filly.” The white unicorn mare moved drunkenly over to the tree that Cumulus had almost fell onto and she laid on her back, her hind legs spread apart. “You munch on this and he'll munch on you.”

“Y-Yes ma'am,” Cumulus followed, she had her eyes zeroed in on the older mare’s crotch and, as she lowered her head down to the waiting snatch in front of her, she did her best to ignore the stench of stale urine, beer and Luna knew what else. She also put out of her mind the fact she wasn't in to mares, after all Red Light taught her better than that.

“That's right filly, eat me out!” the mare commanded while the stallion laid on his back to get under Cumulus’s spread open hind legs. As the young mare almost retched on the sour smell coming from the white unicorn, the tan stallion used his hooves to pull her down to his face.

“GAaaAAAH!” Cumulus let out a squeak from the stallion's hooves as she started to enthusiastically lick all around the mare’s dripping pussy. So eager was she to get this over with and get her bits, that she shoved her whole muzzle deep into her loose slit.

Underneath her, the stallion was very aggressive with his tongue work, he lapped and bit at her already swollen and raw labia. To distract her, the mare played with her mane and her ears while Cumulus ate her out. “MmmMMMPH!” the young pegasus moaned and groaned, all of her sounds muffled as she was muzzle deep in the old mare's snatch, adding desperate licks to her exposed clit.

Twenty minutes later, after two ponies had walked past the impromptu threesome and done nothing but watch, the white unicorn mare wrapped her hind legs around Cumulus’s head, trapping her muzzle in her pussy as she came hard. “OOOooooOH LUUUUUUNA YEEEEEES!” she screeched into the night, actively rutting her nasty slit into the young pegasus’s face until she almost passed out. “Oh, oh love, she is a keeper. Mark this one!”

Deprived of air, breathing nothing but the fetid aroma of the skanky white unicorn, Cumulus’s eyes wide with panic as she shuddered to her own climax too with a muffled scream. “Mark‽” she squawked, “Whaddaya mean mark?”

The stallion, busy eating out the young mare’s sloppy marehood, pulled a knife from his pouch. The first thing Cumulus knew of this was when she felt the extremely sharp blade slicing along the inside of her right breast. “Aaaaargh!” she screamed in fresh pain once the mare had released her head, “OOOooOOW st-stop it!”

The tan stallion slid out from under the crying pegasus, just as his white lover stood up. “She was well used and very tasty, love.” He sneered to his partner. Cumulus, largely oblivious to their jeering laughter, laid whimpering on the grass, her hoof out for the bits she was owed for degrading herself.

“She didn't run,” the mare said with a shrug of her shoulders.

“Guess we will have to pay her.” He pulled six hundred bits from the pouch as he put away his knife. “Thanks for the snack, lil’ filly.”

“Th-Thank you…” Cumulus answered numbly, a large amount of her now dead inside, as she took the offered bits in her pouch. Groggily, with no help whatsoever from the drunken couple, she got up to her hooves and she started to stagger off in the direction she had been going before she met them.

“That one isn't long for the business.” The mare said to her lover.

“You never know,” the stallion shrugged, “but I'd be happy to taste her again.” Sharing a sloppy cum filled kiss, the two ponies swayed drunkenly towards the lake in search of Popper and a good time to last them until morning.

Cumulus cut a very, very sorry looking pony as she staggered along the driveway towards the street. Almost all her feathers were out of alignment, her mane and tail were bedraggled, there were angry red welts on her ass, mare-cum plastered on her muzzle and dried semen on her thighs. She could barely stand let alone walk.

The wretched young mare managed, through sheer dumb luck, to wander aimlessly onto the street beyond the motel drive. With her partial memory loss as a result of the opium she had been given, she still didn’t know where she was going. She didn’t even really know where she was, any more.

Thankfully, for Cumulus at least, the next pony who saw the sorry excuse for a pegasus was none other than Doubleshoes. Out on a hunt to save more fallen mares following her success with Monsoon, the sun yellow pony spotted her next possible target and decided straightaway to take a closer look. Walking away from her car, trying not to get so close that she spooked her, she saw she was in a very bad way.

Lost in her drug fuelled pain filled universe, Cumulus was sniffling and whimpering, muttering about going "'Ome to me mam..."

‘The poor thing…she’s a long way from Trottingham,’ Doubleshoes thought, tailing her for a short few moments, until she saw the blood on her breast leaking and mixing with the semen on her hind legs. She decided it was time to act. “That is an interesting accent, where are you from?”

“Huh?” startled by the unexpected voice, Cumulus looked around and, after a moment where she expected to be violated yet again, she finally saw Doubleshoes stood by her side. “Um...I'm...” she started, really having to concentrate to string words together, “uuuh...I'm from 'ome, Tr-Trot...Trottin'ham…”

‘I thought so!’ Doubleshoes patted herself on the back, then she gently quizzed her. She knew this part was tricky. She had to get this wrecked youngster to trust her, and quickly, before a dealer found them both. “Are you here on vacation, or are you lost?”

“I should be 'ome.” Cumulus struggled to think. Thinking hurt her head. “I-I wanna go 'ome…”

‘Score! I got one!’ Doubleshoes had to force herself to remain calm. Overenthusiasm now could still cause this filly to bolt, though she doubted she’d get away from her. Still, she’d rather avoid calling the police if she could. “If that is what you want, that is what I do. I like to send ponies home.” ‘Easy, ‘shoes, easy, you almost got her…’ “How long have you been in Whinnyapolis?”

“Um...” Cumulus screwed up her face, deep in thought. “Came wi' th' school few days ago. I missed me train,” stupidly, with a blank look on her face, she looked around at the street they were stood on. “This ain't 'ome. Where’s this?”

“I'm Doubleshoes,” the sun yellow counsellor ventured, carefully offering the poor pegasus her hoof, “what is your name?”

For a long moment, she didn’t have an answer. The pegasus turned and looked blankly at her own cutie mark and eventually she had an answer to give. “Cumulus, ma’am.”

‘Cumulus, what a lovely name for a lovely filly. I’m gonna help you, Cumulus.’ Now she had a name, Doubleshoes was more confident of a result than ever. “I'm going to call a friend of mine to see if we can get you home, okay?” When she nodded dumbly, the yellow mare pulled out her phone and dialled.

“Felt Tip,” she greeted him once he answered, selecting to swear at her since it was gone three in the morning, “It’s Doubleshoes, do we have a missing report on a filly from Trottingham?” she asked and, when her partner back at the office asked for details, she gave them. “Her name’s Cumulus, she’s young, say fifteen or sixteen, she’s got a pale blue coat and her cutie mark is a single white cloud.”

It didn’t take Felt Tip much searching on his computer for him to find the missing pony report. “I got it, ‘Shoes. It was a prank gone wrong. The mother, Open Sky, made the report the moment the train pulled in and she found out what had happened.”

“Thank you Felt, I got this now.” She hung up the call and returned her attention to the young mare slumped against her. “Do you know an ‘Open Sky’, Cumulus?” she asked, trying not to retch with the smell emanating from her.

“Um...ya!” a flash of recognition made her smile, “Tha's me mam! I was supposed t' meet 'er off th' train!”

“Okay, I'm going to let my friend know so we can get you back with Open Sky.” Very quickly, ignoring her colleague’s grousing at being called again, she filled him in; “Felt Tip, I have a positive ID, I'm going to take her to the shelter and get her cleaned up. See if they are coming up to get her, or if we send her down to them. Thanks.”

With that taken care of, Doubleshoes carefully placed her foreleg around the young pegasus’s shoulders and gently steered her back to where her unmarked car waited for them. “Okay, Cumulus, I have a nice house for you to get cleaned up in. Care to come with me?”

“I'll go fer bits!” Cumulus squeaked automatically, “I need t' get bits t' get 'ome! Red said so...” she blinked as her memory again began to fail her miserably, “wh-where are we?”

Walking slowly back to her car, Doubleshoes was very glad she drove out that night. From observing her charge, just for the short time she had, she was convinced she was in no fit state to walk anywhere. “We are in Whinnyapolis, and Open Sky called to see if you are coming home. Do you want to go home?”

“I-I wanna go 'ome!” Cumulus started crying like the filly she was as she walked, supported by the yellow counsellor, back to the plain car. “I been a bad pony! I didn' wanna! He said I 'ad to!”

“You receiving hugs?”

Cumulus nodded miserably, still she felt the need to explain herself, as much as she could. “I was stuck. I couldn' get 'ome…” she had to make this nice mare see that she wasn’t a bad pony. “I-I jus’ wanna go 'ome.”

‘They all want to go home, dear,’ Doubleshoes thought as she hugged her as tight as she dared which, under the circumstances, wasn’t very. When she pulled away from the hug, she helped her into the passenger seat and buckled her in. The counsellor knew she wasn’t safe yet, until she was in motion. “I'll take you to the house to clean up and let you give your mum a call. We can get you treated there, too.”

“Treated? Wha' for?” Cumulus asked, her voice all slurred, slumping onto the counsellor’s shoulder when she got in the driver’s seat. “You're nice. You smell nice.”

‘And you smell like you’ve had ten customers,’ Doubleshoes thought as she put her car in gear. “Treated for opioids. I can smell the smoke on your fur.” ‘Amongst other things…’

“Tha's a special plant!” Cumulus smiled proudly, sitting up only to slump pathetically against the passenger window. “Red Light said it was good fer me. Said I was a big filly!” suddenly, with the car in motion, she started crying, the horrific memories trying to break through. “He said, th-then he said I 'ad t' work fer 'im!”

‘Red light? I got you now, damn you!’ Doubleshoes smiled a bittersweet smile, thankful that as she drove towards the safe house, the conversation in the car was being recorded for evidence purposes. She had been after Red Light for almost a year now. “Well, you don't have to work for him anymore. What were you studying in Trottingham?”

“Clouds...um, in the sky...” again, she had to think really hard. “Weather! At th' cloud school…” with the realisation of what she used to do, Cumulus’s mood dropped once more, fresh tears leaking tracks down her cheeks.

“It may take time, but you will study clouds again.” Doubleshoes smiled supportively, hoping that the young pegasus would keep giving her dirt on Red Light. The more she got, the better chance she stood of nailing the bastard.

“I liked studyin'…” Cumulus blinked in the car, looking at the lights whizz by in a blur of speed. “Where am I? Can I go 'ome?”

“Yes,” Doubleshoes smiled grimly as the safe house appeared in the distance, “but let's get you clean, cleaned up and back in touch with your mum first.”

~ ~ ~

Sapphire Nightingale walked past her garden shed and paused. She scrunched up her nose at some awful stench. First she looked around the shed to make sure some pony didn’t use the outside as a toilet. She looked at the shed door and noticed the lock was missing. ‘Not like there is much to steal inside,’ she thought. Sapphire opened the door and immediately staggered away to retch in a grassy spot.

Sapphire wiped a hoof across her mouth and looked back at the shed. The sunlight was enough for her to see the pony inside. She shook her head, “Monsoon, so that is where you ended up. At least you’re out of pain now.” Sapphire left the door open as she went back to her office to call the police.

Fifteen minutes later an officer and another pony walked into the lobby. “Ms. Nightingale?” said the pony in the police uniform.

Sapphire stood up from behind her desk, “Right here.” She walked up to the counter, “You here to collect the body?”

“Yes,” said the officer. “I’m Walker, and this is Peace with the coroner office. What can you tell us about finding the body?”

“I was out walking the grounds to make sure everything was in order,” started Sapphire. When I walked past the garden shed I noticed a foul smell. After I checked for a source around the shed I opened the door and that is when I found her.”

“Her?” asked Walker.

“Yeah,” said Sapphire, “her. I know the pony as she was staying her up till three days ago. She checked out to head back home. Her name is Monsoon.”

“Do you know where home was?” asked the officer.

Sapphire shook her head, “She never said. Only said she had a foal to get back to. I had hired her to clean up the place and she did a good job, but I guess she had enough money to get out of here and told me she was going to do so.”

Peace spoke up, “How often do you check the shed?”

Sapphire shrugged, “Almost never go in it. There isn’t much in it. I hire a pony to mow the lawn, and that is where they keep their stuff like seed and fertilizer.”

“Could you take us there, please?” asked Peace.

“Sure thing, it is out behind the main building.” Sapphire led the two ponies to the shed which still had the door open. “I wanted to let it air out a bit.” Walker took one sniff and remained outside with Sapphire. Peace put a mask over his muzzle and went in.

The coroner took a few photos before he came back out. “I put time of death at two to three days ago. Do you know if Monsoon took drugs?”

“It’s none of my business what ponies do,” said Sapphire. She looked at the officer, “But you know this neighborhood, and I won’t say she didn’t take any drugs. I avoid them myself. I don’t need my life messed up with that.”

“Walker, I’ll have to go with a drug overdose for this one,” said Peace. “There is a pipe and it looks like she had convulsions before she died. I’ll bring my wagon around and load her up. We’ll keep the body for seven days before we send her to Potter’s Field. Gives you a chance to track down that home, if you can.”

“Yeah,” said Walker. He turned to the hotel owner, “Thank you, Ms. Nightingale. I don’t think we’ll have to trouble you anymore with this. Thank you again for reporting this.”

Sapphire nodded, “Just sad. I thought she was gone, and never thought to look for her. I hope you can contact that foal of hers. She deserves more than Potter’s Field.”

The three of them walked back to the front and Sapphire went back inside. “I’ll let you know if I find anything out,” said Walker to Peace. The other pony nodded as the split up to their respective vehicles.

~ ~ ~

Walker was at his desk when the phone rang. “Hello?”

“It’s Peace,” came the answer “I found some stuff in her personal effects. She has a photo of her and a pegasus stallion with a pegasus foal. It must be twenty years old. She also had a train ticket for Canterlot. It is one of those the Emergency Services ponies give. Monsoon was on the ticket so that is a positive ID.”

“Thanks for the call,” said Walker. “I had nothing to go on so far, but I’ll contact the services and see what they have on her. This should be one you don’t have to bury.” Walker hung up and dialed another number. “Hello, I’m Officer Walker in equacide and I’m looking for any information you may have on a unicorn named Monsoon. She had a train ticket issued by you.”

“Hold on please. I’ll see if I can find the case worker and have them give you a call back.”

“Thank you,” said Walker as he hung up the phone and waited. After fifteen minutes it rang, “Hello?”

“Greetings Officer, this is Doubleshoes,” said the mare at the other end of the line. “I was Monsoon’s case worker. Where did you find the ticket?”

“Hello Doubleshoes,” responded Walker. “It’s bad news I’m afraid. We found it on her body. Looks like she had a drug overdose two or three days ago.”

Doubleshoes’s voice sounded grim, “I gave her the ticket three days ago. I have contact information for her family. Where is the body?”

“Peace has her in the coroner’s office. He will arrange her burial if the family doesn’t want her,” said Walker.

“Okay, I’ll contact them and then Peace with the results,” said Doubleshoes. “I’ll keep you in the loop too.”

“You can’t save them all,” said Walker.

“I know,” responded Doubleshoes. “It would be nice to not need to save them at all.”