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Sweet Glaze stepped out of the restaurant, her head hanging low. She hardly even flinched as her apron was torn off of her by the boss's magic. She hadn't liked working there anyway, so she gave the disgusted look on his face no mind. All she was focused on now was finding a new way to pay the rent.

Well actually that wasn't entirely true. Some of the deliverycolts were pretty hot, and she would miss them. Never mind that she was being fired for having sex with them on the job. Oh well. She'd find another job, with other hot stallions to fuck in the closets and on breaks.

Just, she needed to do it pretty damn quick. The end of the month was coming up...

She wished she could just sell her body for the rent money. Prostitution had always been her dream, but none of the brothels were hiring. It was bullshit. She decided she would go by and see if there were any openings that had been made since the week before. And also pick up one of the stallions; she had had a long week, she needed a little break.

Sweet Glaze ate her cereal sullenly. Getting laid had made her feel a little better, but she was still broke. Actually it had made that part even worse. Those stallions downtown were good, and they charged like it.

She flipped through the newspaper, since she hadn't quite been reduced to using it as a dildo yet. She scanned the job postings, skipping over all the places she had been fired from... that was a lot of them. She was interrupted by the sound of the couple upstairs starting to fuck loudly. She sighed as the mare above her screamed in rhythmic ecstasy. All she wanted, all she wanted, was that, to be somepony's fuck toy. Was that really so much to ask for?

She laid her head on the table. She felt her body reacting to the sounds, her pussy loosening and wettening. She ground her hips against the chair, but her heart wasn't in it. "How did it end up like this?" she thought, "too depressed to clop."

She looked down at the newspaper under her chin. Her ears perked up; there was something about it that looked interesting even through the cross-eyed blur obscuring it. It lifted up in the pale red glow of her magic, and she read.

"Position in Canterlot Palace... Royal Cumdumpster, Wide Legs has announced her retirement... looking for replacement... !!!!" She jumped up in glee. "Yes! Yes! Fuck yes!" she screamed.

The mare upstairs did the same thing.

Sweet Glaze rushed to her wardrobe. She needed to be at her best for this. This was it, the chance she had been waiting for all her life. This was what she was meant to do. She could not afford to blow this. Well, she supposed there would be blowing involved, but—"Focus," she thought, "you can think about sucking dicks later."

She sat in a long line of chairs against the wall of one of the palaces many halls. She sat and she worried. There were a lot of other ponies applying too. More than she'd counted on. She double checked her appearance, making sure she looked as pretty as she could. She looked damn good, but she couldn't shake the feeling of how tightly her dress wrapped around her body. Would they think she was fat? Would they think that was a bad thing? Normally she liked how thicc her flanks were, but now it made her nervous.

And when she got nervous... she got horny. In fact, most things made her horny. She focused on that, that was good. For this job, horny was just what she would need. Especially since—she looked at the ponies around her—she was competing with the best in Canterlot. All the harlots, whores, studs, gigolos, and street mares the city could turn up were here.

A name was called. Her heart skipped a beat when she heard it, and another when she saw the mare it belonged to walking over. It was Velvet Throat, the most famous sex worker around next to Wide Legs herself. She had been Sweet's idol ever since puberty. She watched her pass in awe, her eyes lingering hungrily over her body, over her high, swaying tail, her curved hips, her wide mouth with its signature red lipstick, her long, ungaggable throat. She squeed internally: she was ogling her heroine! It was all she could do not to start clopping to her right there.

She had spent many nights as a teenager admiring her posters of the mare. Training her self to repress her gag reflex like she had. Clopping for hours on end.

And then those beautiful flanks swayed through the door and disappeared. She sighed, and resigned herself to waiting again.

There was a clock on the wall and she stared at it as it slowly ticked. Every now and then a random pony would come walking through. She eyed those ponies lustily. She mentally rehearsed what she would say in the interview. All those ponies in the palace must get so wound up in all the official business, and looking at them, she couldn't help but want to help them, relieve them. She thought that would sound good.

After what the clock said was fifteen minutes, but what felt so much longer, the door to the office burst open. Velvet rushed out. Sweet Glaze only got brief glimpse of her, but her eyes were full of tears, and her mane streaked with semen. She galloped out of the hall. Sweet Glaze felt her heart sink. "What's going to happen in there?" she thought, "she's the greatest whore in Equestria and they made her run out crying."

Another name was called out. Her name, she realized after a second. Suddenly she wasn't so excited anymore. But, she swallowed. She couldn't turn back now. This was her dream. She stood up and marched into that room.

It was a spare room, by the standards of the palace. There was a table in the middle, a chair on either side. A mare sat in the one across from the door. She was a light gray with a black mane, and chubby. Interestingly, she looked fairly nervous herself. And of course, she could not fail to notice the couch in the corner. There was no doubt what that was for.

She closed the door behind her, and walked to the table where she sat down.

The other mare had a folder in front of her, and a stack of them to the side. She cleared her throat and said: "You're Sweet Glaze, is that right?"

"Yes ma'am," she said.

The mare nodded. "I'm Pencil Pusher. Mrs. Legs had to leave for a bit, so I'll be interviewing you, is that all right?"

"Fine by me," Sweet said. She would have liked to push her pencil in this mare, if she had one.

"Now," she looked down at a paper in front of her, "tell me a little about yourself."

"Well, I'm Sweet Glaze. My father was a baker, and he hoped I would be one too, so that's where I got my name." She chuckled. "That didn't really work out—my name fits, I mean—but his plans didn't work out.

But yeah, I really like sex, so when I heard this spot was open I knew I had to go for it."

Pencil nodded. "That's great. Actually the next question I have here is do you have any daddy issues."

She snorted, "Girl, you would not believe the daddy issues I have. Here," she stood up and turned to show off her cutie mark, a thick ring covered in a white splotch. "I told him this was a donut, when I was a filly. It's what he wanted to hear, but let me tell you, I was not making donuts when I got this thing."

"You got an early start on sex, then?"

"Oh yeah. How many mare can say they lost their virginity and got their cutie mark at the same time?"

"Okay," Pencil scribbled some notes down. She blinked after a second and shook her head. "I'm sorry, I'm just a clerk from another part of the castle. I'm just not used to talking about sex so much at work."

"That's fine. It's not for everypony," Sweet said.

"Now then, I'm looking at your resume. It doesn't look like you have any professional experience in sex work?"

Sweet bit her lip; her ears folded down. "No... Not for lack of trying, I'll say that. The places around here are really picky. I've seen a lot of good lays get turned down, just for having a little too much junk in the trunk. Myself included." She swished her tail. "I do have plenty of volunteer experience. It should be near the bottom?"

"Ah yes, I see it. Okay—wow, these questions really jump around a lot—sexual orientation?"

"I'm, I guess bisexual? In terms of attraction, I generally go for stallions, though every now and then a mare'll catch my eye—you don't look too bad yourself, I have to say. That being said, I am not choosy when it comes to the bedroom. Mare, stallion, it doesn't matter."

Pencil, who was blushing from Sweet's comment responded, "And what about griffons? or dragons?"

Sweet pursed her lips and thought for a while. "You know, I've only ever done it with ponies up til now. I don't even know what dragons look like down there. But I don't see any reason that would be a problem. In fact, if I'll be getting the chance to do dragons, that just make me even more excited for this job."

"I'm glad to hear that. That's one of our biggest concerns. With all the work the new princess has been doing, we've had a lot more visitors of other races here.

Now, that's the first part out of the way. It's time for the, uh, 'practical' part of the interview. First, it says... it says, um, 'make me cum.'" She turned red and shrank a little in her chair."

Concern came over Sweet's face. "You didn't know what you were volunteering for did you? Are you okay with this?"

Pencil Pusher shook her head at the first question. But then she looked at Sweet. She took a deep breath. She nodded. "Yes. Hit me with your best shot."

Sweet smiled. "Great!" Her horn lit up, getting an "Eep!" out of Pencil.

That squeak was followed by moans as Sweet Glaze continued to work her magic.

She got out of her chair and trotted around the table. "I can do everything just with magic. But, if you want, I can touch too." She licked her lips.

Pencil's eyes were shut tight as she squirmed in her seat. She was not able to talk, but she mustered the strength and courage to nod.

That was all she needed. She grabbed her interviewer's fuzzy body and pulled her down from her chair. She kissed her, then stuck her hoof in her crotch. The combined stimulation of Sweet's hoof and magic made Pencil gasped. Her back arched in pleasure.

Sweet concentrated. She moved her magic deeper into Pencil's pussy, letting a few tendrils worm out to her asshole. Meanwhile her hoof had full rights over her clit. She stroked it, varying her speed and pressure, and carefully watching the responses she got. She found it only took a light touch to have the other mare melting against her. Before she knew it, Pencil was shuddering, and winking fiercely against her hoof.

"Wow, you came that fast? You must be really pent up," she said.

When Pencil caught her breath: "You have no idea. Thank you."

"No worries," she said. "It's my job," she added with a wink.

"Mmmmm, well we're not done yet. But either way, I don't suppose you'd be interested in coming over to my place tonight?"

Sweet laughed. "Slow down, one thing at a time. Let's get through this interview first. For the record though, I'd love to fuck you some more."

Pencil didn't respond. Her brow was furrowed as she read the paper on her sid eof the table. "You've done well so far, but here's the hard part. I think this is what caused the disturbance earlier. It says you will also need to demonstrate your skills in a group situation." She looked up and locked eyes with her.

When she spoke again, it was in an even voice, as if she were reading from a script. "Please lay on the couch. When I give the signal, multiple ponies will come in. Pleasure them as best you can. The safeword is 'lemon.' Good luck."

Sweet Glaze nodded. She was doing it! It was happening. She walked over and sat on the couch in the corner. Its black surface was cool and smooth. She nodded, head held high. "Send them in."

Pencil Pusher went to a door at the back of the room. She knocked three times.

The door opened and five stallions came into the room. They were clearly royal guards, even though they weren't wearing their armor. That was a pity; Sweet liked a stallion in uniform.

Sweet Glaze held up a hoof as they surrounded her. "Okay, here's how I think we should—"

They didn't wait to hear her plan. They had a job to do, and by Celestia, they were going to do it. By Celestia, they were going to do her. The first one climbed onto the couch and on top of her. His already erect cock slid into her pussy. She thanked Celestia for lubrication spells. The second one also climbed up. He presented his cock to her face. And she didn't need to be told what to do. She accepted it, wrapping her lips around the head and lapping at it. Then she straightened her neck and pushed forward, swallowing, taking it down her throat. Hah! this was nothing. She'd sucked dildos bigger than this. She didn't slow her advance until she felt the medial ring bump past her lips. She carefully exhaled just a little, making a wonderful gurgling sound as the air bubbled though the saliva that filled the spaces left in her mouth by the cock.

The stallion in back had a nice dick. She could ride him all day. But only taking two at a time wasn't going to cut it. She pitched them all over onto their sides. The stallions were good at this, and didn't miss a stroke in their fucking as they fell. Once they were down, she twisted, rotating on the two shafts until her butt was clear of the stallion in her pussy. She hiked her tail up to expose her waiting ponut.

A third stallion joined what was now a tangle of bodies. He stretched her nicely as he inserted himself into her ass. Pussy-stallion wasn't too bad either. She would have liked to continue slobbering on mouth-stallion's cock, but unfortunately, she had to breathe. She lifted up her head, drawing him from her throat. His cock left her mouth with a wet pop, to let her gasp for air.

"Fuck! you taste good," she said. She turned to the remaining stallions. "Hey! I got hooves, I got a horn. There's no need for you to wait over there. Come and get a piece of me!"

They stepped up. Because of her position, she really only had one hoof available. She grabbed a dick with it. The other dick she wrapped in the glow of her magic. She started stroking.

Five stallions. She was servicing five stallions at once. She was in the middle of five pumping bodies, and those bodies were in her. Even if there had not been any physical pleasure from this—and there was a lot—she still would have been in heaven. She loved everything about it. She loved making ponies feel good. She loved being dirty like this, being used. She could hardly move; she was in a cage of dicks. A slutty piece of meat being filled up with other ponies' meat.

She felt a pair of hooves tightening their grip on her flanks. The stallion who had started things off buried himself in her cunt as he blew his load. She couldn't do anything but moan as she felt herself filling up. He pulled out and off of her, and she felt his cum spill out of her and over her thighs in a wave.

The stallion she was jerking off with her magic saw the opportunity, and circled around to her backside. He wasn't so enthusiastic about putting it in, however, when he saw the milky pool of another stallion's seed he'd be putting his dick in.

Soon after that the stallion fucking her face put his hoof on the back of her head. She pressed forward, choking his cock down. Oh Celestia, how it swelled in her throat as he came. He pumped his load straight down into her stomach. Groaning, he withdrew. She gasped as he left, gulping down fresh air, not filtered through a dick.

Now that her head was free she could look around again. She saw the two she had finished leaving the room, as three more walked in. She came at the sight, just the thought of what she was about to do pushing her over the edge.

Everypony on her at the moment seemed happy where they were, so as the newcomers approached she yelled to them. "I have two holes free, come and use them!" They gladly obeyed.

She hated talking, so she was happy as she filled her mouth with another cock. It was so thick and warm and alive. How could candy even compete? And the stallion who came up behind her had no qualms about getting cum on his dick: he dove right in. She would have made happy sounds at him, but her mouth was too full, so she just made gurgling ones.

The third new stallion, who was having his balls magically fondled by her was lucky. He had only been waiting a few moments, when she felt the unmistakeable sensation of somepony cumming in her ass. The stallion there slapped her flanks in thanks, and pulled out. He was soon replaced by the new one.

She sighed internally with contentment at all the warm bodies surrounding her. This was the life.

But the second stallion she was blowing was on a hair trigger. It felt like they had barely started when he was pumping more jizz down her throat to join her breakfast.

The boys she was jerking took up there positions directly in front of her. They did not move to enter her mouth, but when she looked up, she was staring down the barrels of two big, virile cocks, with two pairs of hefty balls behind them. She smiled, it was a happy sight. She opened wide.

They had been waiting a while, but they didn't have to wait much longer. She increased the pace and intensity of her strokes, her magic touching them in ways hooves never could. Almost at the same time they exploded. She caught as much of the volley of semen as she could in her mouth, but there was just too much. By the time they were finished her face was completely plastered with cum.

She blinked slowly, carefully using her magic to wipe the tasty, salty slime off her eyes and into her mouth. She whined. "More."

Her ass-stallion, who had stuck around, heard her. She saw his cock restiffening as he walked toward her, and opened her mouth to receive him. She thought delicious things as she swallowed his length. He had shot his cum so far up her ass there was probably already some in her stomach. And now she was going to get some more in there. She was such a dirty mare.

But then there was no time for thinking, only "glk"ing on his cock.

Soon the cocks in her rear went off. First in her pussy, stuffing her womb with even more seed. Then in her ass, painting her insides white. She was sad, because nopony replaced them when they pulled out. There was nopony to plug her leaks, and all the precious cum was spilling out. At least she had a dick to suck. She went all in on it. She was determined to take as much of it as possible. The medial ring stretched her lips as it went past, but that was nothing, she went this far all the time. The challenge was getting it into her throat. She found to her dismay that this stallion was simply too thick, and she couldn't get that ring past the entrance to her throat.

It wouldn't have mattered even if she could have taken him farther. Because even with his earlier orgasm, he was soon ready. He flooded her with yet another creamy load. And then he just left, without a word.

And she lay on the couch, alone and bloated. She stared up at the ceiling. She slowly reached a hoof between her legs. If there was anything she didn't like about being a slut, it was how unfair it was that she had just caused nine orgasms, but had one herself. That was easily fixed, though. Her hoof and her clit were good friends, and as she played back what she had just done in her mind, she was soon arching her back and crying out in pleasure.

Her hoof fell limply to her side. It was funny, she had actually completely forgotten what she was doing. She closed her eyes. It probably didn't matter. No matter what happened, it couldn't change the fact that she had gotten an excellent fucking.

She heard hoofsteps. She reopened her eyes just in time to see a blue pussy descending on her face. A pair of legs straddled her head. Automatically, her tongue darted out, searching the mare on top of her. It traced the folds of the cunt that was softly resting on her muzzle, until she found at last a smooth nub, that she knew must be the clit. Her tongue danced on it.

It did not feel like a long time (but Sweet Glaze always lost track of time during sex) that she was eating this mystery mare before she came. Pussies, most pussies, were not quite as exciting to service as dick: there was no rush of hot cum to reward her, but it was satisfying all the same to set them twitching and winking, and to hear the moans and cries she produced—stallions were always so quiet!

The mare got off, and she heard a raspy voice say: "Mmm you did good, hun."

She finally looked over, finally having something to look at that wasn't genitalia two inches in front of her. Pencil Pusher was still in her chair. There was a look of awe on her face, and she was furiously masturbating. And closer, beside the couch, was the other mare. Her coat was blue to match her pussy. This old mare looked familiar, somehow, but it took her a second to figure out—

"Wide Legs!" she shouted.

Wide Legs chuckled. "That's me. I'd like to know your name. That was some nice work you did there."

She giggled, or tried to. It was actually quite hard when your throat had just been ravaged by multiple cocks, and your stomach was swollen with cum. Eventually she settled for just talking. "Sweet Glaze," she said.

"Sweet Glaze? you look more like a Salty to me. How many stallions' cum do you have in you right now?"

"E-eight!" squeaked Pencil Pusher, as she came.

Sweet jabbed a hoof at her, "Hey! don't wear out that pussy, okay? We have a date tonight."

Wide Legs cocked an eyebrow. "You just got gangbanged by eight stallions, and you got a date with your interviewer?"

"Yes ma'am."

"Heh, I like you." She raised her voice, "Pencil, I think we have our mare. You get the paperwork started, I'll tell all those horny bastards outside to go fuck themselves."

"Really? you're choosing me just like that?"

"Look, to do this job you need to be truly sex hungry. And the sluttiness you just showed was one in a million. I could keep on interviewing those ponies out there, but I'd be wasting my time. There's great ponies out there, I'm sure. Just before you came in I had one of the best prostitutes out there, one of the best whores I've ever seen, and she couldn't take it. She was fine one on one, but that doesn't help when they just keep coming, and cumming. There's no faking what you just did; I know you'll be great, kid." She walked out.

Sweet Glaze couldn't believe it. She did it? She got the job? just like that? She didn't even notice that her hoof had sneaked back to her pussy, as far as she was concerned, she was cumming just from the news that she was going to be the next Royal Cumdumpster. "Oh Celestia, fuck yes!!"