The thing about a town like Ponyville, which was not so much small as it was quaint, and not so much gossipy as that everypony just happened to know each other, and so it was only natural they would share each other's business... You could tell Pinkie Pie something you wanted spread across town at 9:05AM and she'd have it in the ear of everypony in Ponyville by 9:07AM. 9:06AM on a good day1.

It was only natural, therefore, that when the new pony had arrived in town, it hadn't taken long for a few ponies to find out about it. Then those ponies told other ponies, and those ponies told anyone else who didn't know for the sake of wrapping things up nice and neatly, and before you knew it, the new pony was practically a long-standing member of the community, so familiar on the tongue you could drop her name and instantly expect a conversation about what she'd been up to the past few days, how she'd been doing, that sort of thing.

The new pony's name was Babs Seed. What she had been up to was sucking dick. And how she'd be doing it, or rather how she'd been doing, was finding a small apartment in Ponyville, 'convincing' the land-lord to let her stay the first month rent free, and then giving out her 'business card' to anypony who seemed interested.

'Business card' in this case was literal. Babs had printed them out a while ago. Her name, embossed on the center, gold sparkles on a black background. Not her real name, of course. That was just silly. She'd come up with a 'working name' a long time ago—her first day unofficially 'on the job', in fact, when she was just thirteen...

Pixie Stix, it said. Because, she always said after handing it out and smiling devilishly, ain't I the sweetest thing you ever seen?

Now, in a more equitable, life-affirming, perhaps 'fair' universe, Babs Seed would have found her way to Ponyville under much more pleasant circumstance. Instead, after her parents third fight in a week over who had taken how much of the dust stash and used it when and who owed how much for it and who was cheating on who with whose dealer... Yeah. She had better things to do with her time than listen to two ponies who couldn't even figure out their own shit try to tell her what to do with hers. Not like her mom even wanted her to finish school anyway. 'You were born a working pony and that's all you're good for. The sooner you get a job, the sooner you can start paying your way around here. Raising a kid isn't cheap, y'know.'

Stupid bitch.

Though she'd assessed the town of Ponyville as a sleepy rural center without much going on besides dirt-farming and sun worship, mostly from the sideways stairs her dyed mane and spiked collar had gotten from stodgy-looking ponies on the train over, Babs had more-or-less immediately had her preconceptions corrected as she stepped out onto the platform and took in her first proper view of the town, standing so close to its center, the hiss of the train's steam as it settled behind her.

It had taken practically thirty seconds for somepony to approach her. He was older, as they usually were, and nervous, a little, though he at least seemed to have done the dance enough times to know what to ask for. He'd sidled up to Babs all friendly like, his eyes drinking her in up and down more than she could count, the little gothy skirt with the skull she liked to wear that barely covered her red-and-black thong... though, was she wearing underwear today? She'd masturbated before the train and might have forgotten to put it back on.

"Hey there. Sure is a-nice weather we're, uh, having lately."

Babs eyed the guy with a raised eyebrow. He was wearing a blue suit, brown briefcase, green tie, a pale white-blue coat and fuzzy brown mane that his pointed ears stuck out of. He was smiling, and he had big teeth.

"Yeah," she said, shrugging and stretching a foreleg over and behind her head. She yawned loudly, closing her eyes and opening her mouth wide. Unbeknownst to the guy, jerking her hips just-so to flip her skirt up, giving him a peek of the fact that yes, she had definitely forgotten to put her thong back, and where—oh yeah. She'd given it to the security guy before she got on the train. The look on his face was priceless. Babs couldn't help the smirk from returning.

The guy was sweating now. He pulled at his collar, seemingly incapable of keeping himself from falling face-first into the bear-trap directly in-front of his face. "You, uh, don't look like you're from, around here—"

Babs grabbed the colt by his collar and pulled his head down to her level, pressing her forehead up against his, their noses smushing, her hot breath hitting his face from inches away.

"Listen, bub. Cut the shit talk. Are you buying or not? I'm a busy filly, and I'm not gonna play grab ass with you for five hours before you tell me whether or not you're gonna pay me. Got it?" Babs gave the hapless business-pony a cold, hard stare, sinking the image of her green eyes into his head for as long as he was awake today and then some after if he wanted to start having nightmares about it.

"Um. I'm sorry. Yes. I've got it. I'll, uh, pay you..." The guy lowered his voice as he reached for his pouch of bits. "How much do you, uh—"

"Fifteen for a hoofy, twenty-five for a blowie, fifty bits for the front, two-hundred for the back, and an extra three hundred if you wanna fuck raw," Babs said loudly, ignoring the business-pony's attempt to avoid attention. An older mare who was walking her teacup-poodle overheard, and shrugged her shoulders, seemingly appraising Babs' rates, then nodded her approval. A middle-aged single colt taking his foal for a stroll began to walk quicker away from the train, but couldn't help but look back in Babs' direction and run into the ticket booth as a result. The foal was fine2.

"Uh... geez, I wasn't, I mean I hadn't really thought—"

Babs had turned away and started down the stairs before the business-pony caught up and put his hoof on her shoulder.

"Wait, wait, I'm sorry! I'll pay, uh... five hundred bits. For, uh..." He stammered off, rubbing his hoof against his other foreleg awkwardly.

Babs sighed, and shook her ass pointedly in the older colt's direction. "You wanna shoot a raw load in my cute little filly butt?" She asked, her voice dripping honey off each word.

The colt nodded frantically. "Uh-huh."

"Well, too bad." Babs snatched up the stack of bits and caught them in her hooves. She counted them lightning quick, smiled, and threw them in her own pouch, which was hanging off her back. "Because I don't have a 'little filly butt'.

Babs smirked, turned around, bent over, and lifted up her black skirt, giving the business-pony, and anypony else who happened to be on or near the train platform looking in her general direction—a full, perfect view of her ass and pussy.

She had a big filly butt. A luscious, tworkable, double-pair-of-buns sour-orange underage dirty slut filly butt. That was his, for just 500 bits.

"Come on," Babs said, flipping her skirt back down and taking the colt's hand before he had time to realign his jaw from where it had fallen and still remained. "I saw a hotel on the way into town. Nowhere in this town's gonna charge by the hour, but this one place was only fifty bits for a night." Babs gave a look, and the colt caught it.

"Oh. Right. I'll, uh, cover that..."

"No shit." Babs gave the colt one last flick of er tail, wafting just a little peek of her underskirt again before trotting off in the direction of the hotel, 500 bits richer and not even finished her first job.

Maybe Ponville wasn't going to be so bad after all.

"Nice place," Babs said, pushing her way past the colt as he opened the door to the hotel room. Babs took a seat on the end of the bed, an inoffensive looking double-mattress with red and brown blankets and white sheets. Probably a sun worship pamphlet in one of the drawers too.

"Yeah, it is," the colt said. He took a moment to study the room for beginning to awkwardly remove his tie and suit. "Do you want me to get you anything?" he asked, looking in Babs' direction. "Water, or a soda, or—"

"You got any smoke?" Babs asked, tilting her head back and shaking her mane for a second before looking back in the colt's direction. "It helps me loosen up, and my ass kinda gets crazy sensitive... I can squirt like a fire-hose if you gimme an 8th and a butt-plug on the right day."

The colt immediately began stammering, tapping his empty suit-pockets in vain. "Smoke? Um, I mean, I want to, but, I, uh, I'm afraid I don't have, any..."

Babs sighed and flipped open her saddlebag. From inside, she took out, with her teeth, a tiny flip-case with a colorful and distorted picture of Princess Celestia wearing giant sunglasses on it. She snapped open the case and pulled out a long, thick joint, which for some reason made the colt look even more uncomfortable as Babs put the filter into her mouth.

"What?" she said. A lighter was procured from the saddlebag, and she lit the joint while still sitting at the end of the bed, four feet from the bright red 'No Smoking' sign on the wall. "I wasn't gonna use my shit if you had some." Babs inhaled deeply and held the breath inside her lungs, counting the seconds in her head: one, two, three, ahhhhh. Almost immediately, a cloud of sparkling, friendly bees took up residence inside Babs' head, resting on the clouds she had already delivered there.

"I think it's an, um, non-smoking, uh, room..."

Babs glared at the colt, shrugged, and took another hit from her joint. "Whatever," she said as she exhaled, her voice thinning, blowing a cloud onto the wall and towards the colt, who was standing next to the bed but still not on it. His tie and suit were lying on the table, folded. And he was standing there, nervous-as-all-hell, kicking his hooves at each other like a foal in preschool who had to pee but was too scared to tell teacher they needed to go.

After only two monster tokes, Babs' hefty joint was already a third gone. Shit. Was there enough smoke in the world to make this loser attractive? Maybe if she had dropped when she got on the train too...

Well, five hundred bits was five hundred bits. Furthermore, it was her first customer in Ponyville. And the poor guy seemed to be trying his best. Maybe she oughta cut him a break.

Sigh. Babs restrained herself from polishing the rest of the joint into ash in one go, and extended it, held in one hoof, to the colt, who stared at it as though it might explode into damaging shrapnel at any moment.

"Take it," Babs said, blowing out her fumes in a long, narrow path. "It'll help you loosen up. Just one hit though."

"Um." The colt put his hooves together, tapping them up and down against each other. "I've never... I mean I might be allergic—"

A kiss ultimately proved the most successful interrupter. Babs had leaned forward and pulled the dumb dork towards her by his tie that he wasn't wearing, or maybe just yanked him by his neck, she wasn't sure, but she had kissed him, was kissing him. With a mouthful of smoke. His mouth was practically wide from amazement anyway, so when she breathed, and the smoke went into his mouth, he seemed to inhale again out of shock. Babs broke the kiss, grinning like a teenage devil, watching the steps of realization: first shock again, then a more focused startlement, almost disbelief—then coughing, lots of that, yeah right, you can't be allergic to smoke3—and then, yes, there it was...

Acceptance. The slight closing and reddening of the eyes. The look of obstinate awkwardness melting into a detached, mellow determination. And, finally, a smile that didn't come with ten gallons of sweat attached.

"There," Babs said, grinning wide. "All better."

"If you say so," the colt said, and shrugged. He seemed largely less-invested in the outcome of the conversation, or maybe even getting his five hundred bits worth entirely.

Babs might have been a prostitute, but she was no criminal.

Meaning, she'd never been caught or convicted of a crime, that she knew of.

There had been a lot of blackouts, mind you.

Anyway.

"Get up on the bed," Babs said. She patted the billowy and fashion-blind red-and-brown blankets beside her. "Get up on the bed and tell me your name."

"My name is Suit & Tie," the colt said, helping himself up onto the bed with surprisingly few difficulties, considering his present state of mind. Altogether he seemed to be taking the dragon's kiss4 in stride, despite the dubiously consensual nature of the act. Maybe smoke was just good for someponies5.

"You're kidding. 'Suit & Tie'? That's like, a joke, right?" Babs finished off the joint and smooshed the tiny little end bit, which was mostly filter, aside the crispy burnt nub of perhaps a pea-sized worth of smoke. Still, she'd save it. She'd hadn't gotten where she was without making sure to take as much as she could from every opportunity. That applied to finished joints as well.

"No... my mom and dad picked it out of a book," he said, looking down at his hooves in an abstractly fascinated way. "Or... maybe it was my uncle? I can't remember right now."

"Nevermind," Babs said. She put the little bit of dead-joint into a tiny cloth bag, which she pulled tight with a string, then threw into the snapcase, which she also closed, and put in her saddlebag. Saddlebag, on the table. Door already locked. Let's do this, butt.

Though he was already close, Babs wiggled herself on the bed to get closer to Suit & Tie, who seemed not to notice at first. Babs scooted even closer, eliminating inches until there was no more room between them, her gothy black skirt-with-the-skull rubbing up against his legs. She wiggled against him a few times for good measure, draping herself over him, one foreleg on his back, her face pressing into his neck and shoulder, nuzzling him...

"Oh. Wow. That feels, really nice..." Suit & Tie said. He sounded like he might be visiting another planet for the first time.

Babs pulled her nose out from the colt's neck and smirked at him, her pink-blue spiky hair hanging down over her face and covering one eye. "Just you wait." As if at the start of a dance number, she sprung around and flipped her skirt up, once again giving a full display of her underage snatch and big accompanying booty to go with it. This time she spread her legs extra wide, getting lower to the ground, propping her ass up, and put one hoof on either side of her butt, giving it a little shake for good measure.

"There's a bottle of lube in my bag. Don't touch anything else. Just go get the lube and we can get started. Okay?"

Suit & Tie nodded several times, and mouthed the words 'just the lube' to himself as well. After a few more checks, he got up, headed to Babs' bag, retrieved the bright blue-bottle clearly labelled 'water-based lubricant', and returned with it to the bed and Babs' waggling butt.

Even for the brief moment the colt had been gone, Babs had felt compelled to find something to occupy herself with. And, since she may as well get ready, it had seemed only common sense to start rubbing her underage pussy up and down with her hooves, over and over, to get as nice and wet and turned on a she could before she got some stranger's cock up her ass.

"Slide it in slow. Don't make me hit you," Babs said with a growl as she felt Suit & Tie lining up his cock-head, now slippery with a copious amount of lubricant. She shivered as she felt a glop of the stuff drop down onto her butt as well, where Suit & Tie spread it somewhat gingerly, but still with admirable confidence, all over Babs' tight little filly butthole. And some on her big, bouncy cheeks too, for good measure. Because shiny.

"Oooh, that's not bad," Babs said. The colt had just started to move his hips forward, and, true to her instructions, was moving at a slow, gentle pace. Even though this wasn't the first time she'd had something up her ass, going too fast during anal was a recipe for a type of bodily catastrophe whose name could only be found in advanced medical dictionaries. Then there was a 'too slow', too, if they were moving just above glacier speed, it kind of felt like, fuck, just get on with it already... sometimes it depended on the size, too, like if the guy was really small, things could go a bit faster, because there was less damage to do, and if he was too big, sometimes certain thing just didn't work, or felt way better other times... but yeah. Right in the middle. Nice, so far.

"Okay. Don't be afraid to shove your whole cock in there though. I can definitely take it." Babs batted her eyelashes, a dumb valley girl porno look imitation, before giggling and reaching back to spread her butt wider. She realized she hadn't taken a chance to size up the other piece of equipment she was dealing with—but even as she looked back, the office pony who was paying to pound her teenage butt wasn't anywhere close to the biggest she'd been with. A healthy size, but nothing she needed to really prepare for. Enough talk. Let's get to bucking.

"Okay. Just lemme know if it hurts at all," Suit & Tie said. Following Babs' advice, he began to slide himself in slightly faster, until he was all the way in, bottomed out, balls-deep in Babs' ass, with Babs squeezing and grinding her butt back on him. "Wow," he said. Just seeing the entire length of his dick get swallowed up by Babs' fat, curvy ass had put him over the moon and into another dimension of 'fuck yes'. And Suit & Tie wasn't a pony who liked to cuss. There were just some things you needed to swear for. "That doesn't hurt one bit?"

Babs shook her head, looking back towards the colt and grinning. "Nope. I could take another one and then some. But you still feel pretty good," she said, almost hurriedly, padding the potential for hurt feelings just in case. "You wanna start fuckin' me now?"

"Uh-huh."

"Go for it then. Just lemme know when you're gonna shoot your load so I can... y'know. Get ready and stuff."

"What do you mean by 'get ready'?"

"I just like to be prepared and stuff, that's all! You ever get a hot load of pony jizz up your ass?"

"Um... no, I—"

"Exactly. So shut up and fuck my ass. My pussy's as hot as Tartarus and it needs my hooves back real quick. Fuck me."

"Yes ma'am," Suit & Tie said, his first humour of the night, or maybe in his life. Even Babs gave him a little smirk. Or maybe she just prefered 'ma'aam'.

So there wasn't anything left to do but fuck Babs' ass.

When there's a job in front of you, you do it.

Talking about fucking Babs' ass was talking about getting to fuck Babs' as—or, Pixie Stix, as she was known to some or many. The raw privilege of it—something about the curvature as she laid on stomach, like a perfectly sculpted half-sphere just sticking out smooshily from her back-side. Pillows came to mind, certainly, but there was an angle in those butt-cheeks beyond the convention of words—something that elicits a flesh-response, the dumb-down urge deep in the primal self that goes from thinking and coherence and logically understand all the parts of sex to suddenly my dick needs this and by the sun and moon I will not rest until my dick has exactly that.

In this case, 'that' was the way Babs' perfect cheek's squished together around his cock each time he thrust in and pulled out. How it looked like it was sliding between the two big orange halves, plunging deep into the teen filly's hot, tight, lubed-up ass. How every time he bottomed out, even though Babs had seemed unconcerned with his size, she squealed out loud, possibly loud enough to carry through the hotel room walls, but really, was that much of an accomplishment in a hotel where a room for the night cost fifty bits? How, after he'd started really fucking her, Babs had joined in with her hoof, going to town on her pussy, and a much bigger and more glamorous town than Ponyville besides. She seemed to be able to focus on herself in a separate world away from the colt behind her, propped up and pounding her ass like a freight-train as she wailed away at her clit, rubbing it in rough circles and bucking her hips back and forth.

Suit & Tie had been with a few escorts before, nice ponies in other, bigger cities who charged, frankly, quite a lot more than Pixie Stix, and for a lot less as well. He remembered once paying a two thousand bits just for a unicorn in Canterlot to sit with him for one hour. She said she was originally from Prance, and didn't speak much Equestrian. The whole hour, she had traded between past him with her head tilted and a distracted look in her eyes, or tapping away in her magic mirror set, sending pictures of herself back and forth between filly-friends.

But none of them had seemed to enjoy the act of sex as much as Pixie did. She was losing herself completely, so far that she was coming back around and spilling onto the self she'd left behind. Despite herself, Pixie was showing her Babs, and Babs was staring to actually enjoy the act of being fucked in the ass by a relatively complete stranger she'd just met less than an hour ago. A stranger who seemed oddly sweet to her, and yet was giving her one of the best butt-fuckings she'd had in years. Maybe ever.

Maybe the guy just liked her ass. Maybe he was just overcome with the opportunity to get his rocks off in the hottest filly butt in a gothy skirt. Heck. Could have even been the dyed hair or collar. But whatever the reason, he was fucking her like he'd just gotten out of pony-prison, and her ass and cunt were loving it. His cock was just big enough to send a jolt through her pussy when it squeezed all the way in, probably somewhere around her g-spot, if ponies had one... maybe that filly prostate thing she'd heard about in a news report once... but that, along with her pussy, which was dripping and gushing on its own, mostly thanks to the endless attention lavished on it by Babs' insistent hoof... yeah. She was have the time of her life. And making five hundred bits while doing it.

Suit & Tie, as much of a trooper as he'd proven to be, was nearing his limit. There was only so much friction inside Babs' butt he could take. Each thrust was a test of endurance, finding ways to distract himself, taking deep breaths or slowly closing and opening his eyes, begging himself to hold on, to make the sensation of giving dick to this little filly last as long as possible...

"Shit," Babs said, suddenly, her hoof a blur on her clit. "I knew it. I knew it I knew it." Her hips began to buck back and forth wildly, still mostly following the rhythm that Suit & Tie was setting with his thrusts, but teetering at the edges, barely able to hold on to her composure. Posture too, as her legs began to shake. "Fuck. I knew it. You're gonna make me buckin' cum." Babs bit her lower lip as her shaking hips became uncontrollable. "You're gonna make me buckin' cum," she repeated. She held her hoof suddenly steady, pressing down hard into her clit. Suit & Tie was slamming into, hard, shaking the bed and clunking it against the wall. "Buckets," she said, and thrust her ass backwards onto the colt's cock, bottoming him out and grinding herself from side to side.

True to her word, Babs gushed like a fountain onto the hotel blankets, bed-sheets, mattress, pillows, and complimentary mints. Her pussy twitched rapidly under her hoof as she squirted, spraying a stream of hot filly-juice down and around her stomach and hooves. Her coat got a bit wet with the splashback.

"Shit." Our stand-in protagonist was about to tap out as well. But before signing off, he pulled one of his hooves back, and smacked Babs right cheek hard enough to leave a bright, red print. Babs groaned as the impact shook her booty from side to side, and she wiggled even harder, grinding on the rod of hard pony cock still inside her.

Suit & Tie came in her ass raw. He wondered how he'd gotten away with this for only five hundred bits.

Babs' butt, which was hot, got even hotter. Cum mixed with lube, mixed with filly-juice, as Suit & Tie's sizable balls began to pump hot, fiery spurts of jizz into Babs tight, underage butt. Her butt squeezed him with every shot, as though Babs was begging for more, more each pump, draining his balls and letting him empty what felt like a lifetime's supply of sticky white goo, dribbling out of Babs' hole and down into the top of her slit, out onto her butt-cheeks and dripping down onto the bed to mix with Babs' fountain spray...

A load of cum dribbled out of Babs ass with a loud and viscous plop. Suit & Tie reluctantly pulled out his still resilient cock, rock-or-some-other-mineral hard and sticky with the same mixture of liquids currently oozing all over Babs and the bed. The size of his smile made him look like the only happy pony in Ponyville.

But Babs could be a close second. She hadn't cum that hard since grade school6.

"Good game," Babs said, lifting herself shakily up from 'fuck-me' position and dribbling out another half-load of cum onto the bed as she did so. She shook her head, flipping her mane about, a tad sweaty, but still mostly badass looking. "You're a nice colt."

"Thanks," Suit & Tie said. His hooves still seemed fascinating, but Babs was endlessly so, even though he'd already gotten his five hundred bits worth of 'performance'. Maybe, if she thought he was so nice—

Babs was off the bed and to the table. She picked up her saddlebag, clinking with scattered objects as she threw it onto her back. She searched around in it once, for a small stack of business cards, out of which she took several and laid them on the table where her bag had been.

"For your friends," she said. "If you feel like passing along a recommendation." While she could smile ultra-sweetly, the look would always be undermined by the collar, mane, and skirt. And the two gallons7 of horse jizz leaking out of her butt.

But those were just work worries. She was done work now.

Time to go home, shower, and then see what there was to spend bits on in this two-bit town anyway.

Hopefully something worth more than two actual bits.

Author's Note

1: And 9:04AM on a really good day. Pinkie's quantum powers were not to be questioned.

2: Or it died horribly, make up your own ending.

3: You can totally be allergic to weed, please don't be an asshole to anyone who says this for real. - Ed.

4: Slang term for kissing someone with a mouthful of smoke, exhaling as they inhale, and transferring some of the high, as described earlier in the story - Ed.

5: We really wanted to stress that this is literally just a story. This is not an endorsement for mind-altering substances of any kind. Please don't use this as an excuse to go tell everyone to do weed. Please respect everyone's right to bodily autonomy and agency in choosing their life habits. - Ed.

6: Yes, this is reworded from Fight Club. Heh.

7: Probably not actually two gallons, literally - Ed.