The Adventures of Nora the Human Prostitute

Nora bounded over grassy plains broken up by trees and foliage, careful not to draw attention to herself. It was early; the sun was beginning to rise, but most ponies would hopefully not be up and about quite yet. She hastened her steps despite her aching posterior, while her hands covered her sensitive bits. She was naked, dirty, and the wetness that had coated her skin was dried and hard after a night's rest down in the caves, the slobber and semen both forming into a paste-like substance that covered her like a second skin. Still, Lucky had made good on his word and let her go, which was something.

As she darted from one tree to the next on the outskirts of town, desparate not to run into anyone in this state, she contemplated that they may well smell her coming before they ever saw her: she absolutely reeked. Having spent the best part of yesterday being passed from one dirty hound to the next, their juices glazing her over and over again, and then fermenting in it all as she slept in a pile of sweaty mutts, she was without a doubt in the dirtiest state she had ever been. Not metaphorically speaking - there, some of her nightly romps still took the cake.

Being treated like a communal table leg by the diamond dogs had left her weary, despite her night's reprieve, and the sticky coating over her body accentuated the cold morning air even further.

She wanted to prioritize getting home, but if she smelled like this, then stealth was a dead option. Her house was pretty central, so that increased the odds of her aroma attracting attention. And right now, she did not want attention. Even the weather pegasi would probably find their eyes darting downward if she walked underfoot, such was the intensity of her stench, and they worked all hours, so there would be enough of them around.

She contemplated taking a dip in the river that ran through town, but it, too, tended to snake through and around busy commercial districts and residential areas. It did run by Sweet Apple Acres, which was an option, but the Apples, again, were early risers. They were probably the first folks in town to open their eyes each morning, and the idea of getting caught by Applejack, or worse, her granny - or even worse, her sister - was too scary to consider. Besides, she was coming into town from the wrong angle, and if she wanted to get there sneakily, she'd have to circle half of Ponyville, plus some buffer distance. That would cost her too much time.

There was another option, she realized, clinging to the tree bark in front of her as she peered round it, making sure she was alone. Fluttershy had an outdoor shower unit for her critters. It was crude, but would surely fit the bill. And she lived pretty far away from town, and, most critically, totally alone.

Bingo, thought Nora, mind made up. Fluttershy's place, as luck would have it, wasn't far. It was perfect. She could stop by her garden, hose herself off, and be gone in two minutes, tops. Then she'd just have to stay out of sight, lest she give the pony populace more of an eyeful than they bargained for. She was pretty sure ponies weren't too averse to nudity - they practiced it, after all - but her own human notions of modesty wouldn't allow the thought. Besides, her nudity, in particular, was different - ponies had fur, and tails, and other camouflage for their privates. Meanwhile, her jutting breasts, perky nipples and shaved pussy were on full display. It wasn't comparable, not at all.

As she slinked from tree to tree, crunching twigs underneath her steps, she came up on the yellow pegasus' cottage rather promptly. As she approached, her pace slowed, more aware that she could encounter someone here. With each careful movement, she zeroed in on her target, until she was separated from the abode by only a single tree, which she hugged, staying slim behind the shelter of its wide trunk.

Scouting out the area in relative safety, she peered over the left side of the trunk, then the right. She couldn't see anything. Hearing was another matter, however, her own thoughts practically drowned out over animals chirping, squawking, panting, and other words ending in 'ing'. How that pony slept next to this racket was beyond her. Nora supposed Fluttershy must have just grown long accustomed to it, though she could never imagine such ease of familiarity herself. She grew up a city girl, and while cities were not quiet, their noises were... different. It was hard to explain. The countryside could be so silent one moment, and so loud the next. Still, it was nothing to dwell on right now of all times.

"This is it," she whispered to herself, deciding that the coast was as clear as it was going to get. She jogged on her toes, staying alert, swift but able to minimize any noise relatively well. Meandering around to the back side of the cottage, she found her target, a series of home-made animal pens with some caregiving facilities off to the side - including her prize.

Running water... she thought. It was almost enough to make her own eyes start running. How she'd missed it. She'd rinse off, and be out of here in a jiffy.

As she approached, the animals paid her some heed, but did not cause a ruckus at her presence. Fluttershy had it all, from the mundane to the exotic - snakes, birds, pigs, rodents, and even a few exotic creatures Nora wasn't sure she recognized. She presumed they came from the nearby Everfree. In better circumstances, she'd hang around and enquire about them. Hell, she knew Fluttershy even looked after a bear! Now that was impressive. Just how she didn't spend thousands of bits in property repairs each day with such a diverse and sometimes dangerous crew around her, Nora wasn't sure.

Most of the critters were penned, but some were free-roaming. She wasn't sure if they belonged to the pegasus, per se, or if they just liked loitering around her place for some free food. Since animals seemed more intelligent here, Nora wouldn't be surprised if her yellow friend had something of a reputation in the woods, however that worked. Did these animals have a society of their own? A common language? Fluttershy seemed able to communicate with them, somehow. And not just basic commands. Sadly, Nora lamented as she tried to push passed a wandering family of badgers, she did not possess the same quality.

"Go on," she urged on hushed breath. "Shoo, get."

They were a veritable parade, and they were between her and her Fluttershy's animal shower. She tried to scoot around them, but their impressive numbers made it hard work. They did not regard her at all.

Darn varmint, she concluded, borrowing a turn of phrase from AJ.

Eventually making her way up to the rusty pipe and her promised salvation, she looked it over, noting the main valve at the front of the contraption and the simplistic square shower head above her.

"Hey, I said go on," she uttered, badgers snaking around her legs as she stood, trying to get to grips with the device. Placing one hand on the control, she went to give it a turn, though the commotion at her feet riddled her with distraction.

"I said-"

Nora's words were cut tragically short by a heaving thump to her right leg, offered by a particularly big, clumsy badger bumping her as he waddled through the herd. It wouldn't have normally thrown her off balance, but she lacked the grip of shoes, and the ground here was soft and slick, particularly around the shower under which she stood. She was knocked off kilter, but what fully flung her was the badger behind her, acting as a tripping hazard which levereged her already shaky weight. She was sent careening off to her side, arms flailing all the while.

She landed in something soft, which would normally be a plus, but not this time. As her hands reached out to steady her fall, she glanced at exactly what she was falling into: a yucky puddle of mud and compost. As Nora touched earth with a splat, her body was coated in the grime. Now, not only did she reek, but she looked the part, too.

She wavered in disbelief at the accident, cursing everything and anything, and especially that one god-forsaken badger.

"You!" she started, pointing at the cluster of stripey-faced creatures, before stopping herself, realizing she couldn't make unnecessary noise.

The procession disregarded her anyway. It was clear that her fall had been an accident rather than some pre-meditated act of baseless spite, but that made the pill no less bitter to swallow. Ah, well, she concluded. It didn't matter.

"At least I can still-"

Her sentence died in her throat for the second time in one minute, as she stared down at her other hand, and at one metal valve in its clutches, broken off of the shower that had been within arm's reach.

No.

Nora jumped up to her feet in a flash, globs of mud dripping from her arms and elbows as she did so, before turning to the outdoor shower. There was no saving grace: no other lever, no tap, no hope, no chance. But surely the water had to be stored somewhere, right? She looked around, but the pipe just fed into the ground below. She could see no tank nearby. It could be underground spring water for all she knew. Or fucking magic, why not. That was how most things were hand-waved away in this place.

Nora breathed in slowly, catching her rising temper. This was not a good start to the day, but she could only control her actions going forward. She was still pressed for time; right now, sleeping ponies would be jumping out of bed, and into the streets. She still had to get home.

Well, so much for Plan A.

Nora leaned against the shower pipe and into her own muddy arms, letting out a silent scream.

"T...That feels better," she said to herself. Okay, she was ready now. Ponies would smell her coming a mile away, but if she could stay out of sight, her dignity could be preserved. She needed a disguise, or... or something. Ideas bounced around her brain, but none of them seemed particularly robust. Her resolve waned.

Deciding that she couldn't stay here, at any rate, lest a peeking pegasus catch her, she left the broken valve on the ground and moved out, longing for an end to this waking nightmare.

Nora hadn't gotten far, lingering by the woods near Fluttershy's house. She was at the border of the forest, not wanting to step fully into the road before her, lest somepony come trotting by, but the anxiety at her deadline was building. She stood there, thinking, formulating, but nothing came to her - no easy way through. As the mud mixed with the already strong smells of dried cum and drool, her head swirled. This was no way to go out.

"Well..." she said sadly to herself. "I had a good run."

Nora sighed, imagining scenarios of different ponies catching her like this. Would they laugh at her? Be disgusted? Embarrassed? Would word get out? Perhaps she could get away with being witnessed by just one or two ponies. The hypotheticals replaced the escape plans in her brain, images of complex stratagems and shcemes pushed aside for dreamt up ridicule and distress.

She looked back at the secluded safety of Fluttershy's cottage. Perhaps she should just bite the bullet and return to her friend for help? But then again, this was Fluttershy, one of her good buddies. One of the ponies she did not want knowing about her other life. Sure, right now she was just a naked, muddy mess, but how would she explain how this all happened? What is she smelled the male scents on her? Saw the cum stains on her thighs? No, it was too humiliating.

"Hot dawg, gurl!"

Nora's head turned with the speed of light to see the face of a stallion peering at her from the trail leading up to Fluttershy's place. His brown mane and tail were shaggy, the fibers of his hair straw-like and dry, while his cream-tan fur coat were covered in dark, dirty splotches. His cutie mark was a literal garbage bin.

"And I thought I liked it dirty, hehe."

Nora turned red under her brown, literally stepping backwards in the shock of being caught. She had been hanging by the treeline, mostly out of sight, but must have stopped paying attention to the road in her panic, which had cost her dearly.

"I... I..." she started, not sure how to continue.

"Hey, ain'tcha that haman everypony's been jabber 'bout?"

"H... Human," she corrected, scooting behind the shelter of a nearby tree, only her head poking out. She had nothing else to say.

"Well, gosh, ain't it an honor," the strange stallion went on, seemingly unperturbed. "Ah've been hearin' 'bout ya, an all..." he went on, a shy smile and a blush creeping over his muzzle as he scratched the back of his head with a hoof, sitting down on his haunches. "Meant ta give ya a courtesy call, I might say, but ah figured ya wouldn't want a slob like me. Didn't realize ya was a fellow dirt-lover, though!"

As his country drawl slowed to a halt, he puffed up his chest, beating on it his with hoof in an apparent sign of solidarity.

"Ah've been tellin' ponies round these parts for years they need to embrace the ways of dirt. To listen to its secrets."

Okay, this guy was nuts.

"To appreciate its beauty. Ah was always alone in that battle... till now."

Nora stared at him. Somehow, despite the state she was in, he was the oddball of the pair.

"Look," she said, mustering some sanity from the depths of her traumatized psyche, "I just need to get cleaned up and get into town, preferably in a nice set of cute and stylish human clothes, but if not, then without drawing the gaze of a single pony."

She asserted herself strongly, despite her bashful posture, raising her voice. "Can you help me with that, or are you just here to gawk?"

The stallion, still sat down, scratched his chest idly as he looked around at nothing in particular, as though contemplating her words. Eventually, he spoke.

"Reckon I can, missy."

"That's what I - wait, what?" she asked, stunned. Had she misheard him?

He looked at her once again. "Ah reckon I can help y'all. Though why you'd want to stay hidden is a mystery to me, doll, you're a real beaut, even under all those layers," he said, chuckling to himself. "Name's Pigpen. The town's garbage pony. I'd shake yer hoof, but ah'd just make it dirtier."

He ended his sentence with a familiar chuckle. It was clearly not his first time using that line. Nora could practically see stink lines eminating from the rough looking colt, and yet the way he carried himself... it had a sort of charisma to it, almost. Like he was completely undeterred by what others thought of him - he seemed the type to enjoy their reactions, rather than wallow in them. She wondered if he had many friends, or if his stench made that a difficult prospect.

Regardless, if he was saying he could help her...

"How?" she asked, earnestly.

"I know 'bout a store o' rainclouds near here, that got 'bandoned after some pegasus crash or summit," he said, chewing on something. "Reckon they'd spruce ya up somethin' nice."

Of course, the weather! Finally those ponies and their bizarre, planet-altering habits were useful in a real way.

"But what about getting home?" she went on. "I'd still be naked. I can't let everypony see me like that."

One is bad enough, she thought, still hiding her nude form behind her tree as she addressed Pigpen.

"Ah got a solution fer that too, missy, fret not," he said, tipping an imaginery hat whilst he continued to chew.

Nora stood stock still a moment, weighing her options. They were light. Imperceptibly light. Pigpen seemed her best bet, now.

"Well, okay..." she said.

"But ah've been savin' these clouds fer a special occasion, so ah'm not inclined to give 'em away just like that," he said.

"But-"

Nora's words caught in her throat, unsure how to object. Okay, he did have a point.

"What do you want for them?"

He leered at her, a wry grin spreading across his face.

"Has been a while since mah last roll in th' hay," he said, scratching his chin. This guy scratched a lot, Nora observed.

Okay, ew, she concluded, but also, what choice do I have?

"You mean after I clean up, right?"

Silence befell the clearing.

"...Right?"

They two had absconded deeper into the woods. The stallion had rather gentlemanly offered to take her home, but he lived in town, which kind of defeated the objective here. So instead, she insisted they do this somewhere far away from prying eyes. Unfortunately, their options were limited.

Pigpen, for his part, had the cheery disposition of a ball of sunshine. Somehow, Nora got the impression that getting a quick rut from her was only a small part of the reason. He did seem the optimistic happy-go-lucky sort, from her brief interaction with him.

"So what were you doing up here anyways?" she asked as they walked, eager to take her mind off of things. The muck covering her continued to shift over and between the creases of her skin as she walked, oozing out, around, and between her flexing muscles with each stride. She was not covered head to toe, but her arms, were mostly drenched, a good splodge had gotten her torso, and her feet and lower legs were pretty much a lost cause. This was disgusting.

"Oh, that kindly Fluttershy mare lets me wrassle the pigs," he said with pride. "Ahm the only one who ken keep em good an' tired. An' it's fun as heck, too!"

Nora rolled her eyes at his antics. How anyone could enjoy living like he did was beyond her. She was fed up after less than 10 minutes of it.

"Ugh, I'll never be clean again," she bemoaned.

"Heh, not when ah'm done wid yer, missy."

Nora hadn't even wanted to think about sex today. After yesterday, she was spent, yet here she was, needing to give more. If the dirty pony was worried his hygiene would put her off under normal circumstances, he had a good judge of character. She'd seldom had to say no to a client, but he would have been a no, at least if he was unwilling to bathe first. Trying circumstances eroded her luxury of choice, however.

"This'll do," he declared, stopping. She looked back the way they had come; it was a fair walk, and not a creature stirred in the secluded woods they inhabited.

Pigpen plopped his flanks down on a tree stump, his stallion meat on full display. It seemed he was already hard. He seemed to sense Nora's surprise at this, justifying himself.

"Yer so purdy lookin', all dirty like that..."

Nora winced. "How do you want to start?"

"Ah reckon ya can start with yer mouth," he said.

She knelt in front of his stump, bringing herself level with his dick. He was small by pony standards, which still meant he was huge. His cock was mottled, which reminded her of the blotches of grime on his body, making her feel queasy.

The smell of his genitals hit her at once, somehow overpowering both his body's aroma, and her own rank smell.

"Ugh," she said, coughing.

"Take yer time, now."

Nora composed herself before bringing her face closer. When had he last washed? The thought of putting her tongue on his cock made her feel sick.

"I... I can't," she said. "I'm sorry."

She sat there, broken, defeated at the first hurdle.

"Now, now, don't you fret none. Actually, ah'm glad ya said no."

"You are?"

She looked up at him.

"Yep! You'd only clean it anyway, hehe! Now turn round, let's get the real show on the road."

Nora obeyed, showing him her ass. As she turned her head back, she saw him rubbing his hooves together.

"That's it, come to papa," he said, putting one hoof on each of her rear cheeks. Whilst this was still less than thrilling for her, at least the stench was less unbearable from this end, and at least her mouth would be spared the ordeal. Still, when this was over, soap would not be enough.

She felt Pigpen position himself over her, his tip feeling its way to her folds.

"Pussy or ass, miss?" he asked, as casually as someone ordering a latte.

"Umph," she said, adjusting to his weight on her back. "Pussy, please."

How could he be so polite and yet such a slob? He really was a pony of extremes.

She opted for pussy, not wanting another ramming in her sensitive ass, which was still reeling from last night. Somehow, though, the diamond dogs were cleaner than this fellow.

He entered her with gusto, their trade now officially underway. Nora rested on her arms, grunting at his thrusts, taking an abnormally passive role. Sex, for her, wasn't usually a chore, but this was just a means to an end.

As his groin met her rear end, she felt the tickle of his greasy fur. His balls, which were actually on the larger side, slapped her each time her entered her.

"Ah needed this," he said in a rabid tone, his decorum disappearing momentarily. "Shoot, ah didn't even know it! Yer amazin', miss!"

He would not be the first to tell her so.

Despite Nora's despair at the state of her body, and the body plowing her into next Wednesday, mechanically speaking, sex was sex. While she never would have selected the filthy colt as a playmate, the basic motions felt good, biologically speaking. Her cunt ached at the penetration, already worn out from a series of poundings but given no leeway. The pain felt kind of... pleasant.

Pigpen's male form smooshed up against her muddy back, spreading it around and mixing with his own grease. Nora moaned, bringing a hand to her face out of habit, before realizing she had just smeared mud on her cheek.

"Ah... unf... that's a dirty girl... yeah, you like it, don'tcha?"

Pigpen's rutting motions came fast and hard, not letting up. Unlike most of her clientele, he did not seem preoccupied with pacing himself. It suited her.

As his assault on her pussy continued, her pushed her form forward, and she leaned further, unable to support her head. Eventually, her face was hanging just a thread from the ground.

"Hnnng," she moaned.

"Moan for me, babygirl," cooed Pigpen. "Ah don't just live in dirt, ah talk real dirty too... yer a little piggy, ain'tcha, wallowin' round in the mud? Gimme a squeal, piggy."

"~Aaah," Nora let the second moan escape before biting her lips. Hardly a squeal, but it seemed to elicit a positive response nonetheless.

As her body swayed, the parts which escaped her muddy encounter earlier began to peel, the hardened cum-infused concoction that graced her skin cracking and crumbling. Pigpen seemed to take notice, now that he was getting a good look at her form.

"You've been up ta no good, ain'tcha, missy?" he grunted. "Ah wonder how ya ended up like that, indeed. Dirty gal."

It was true, was the worst part. She had been slutting it up last night. Though that was due to trying times. Much like now. Nora missed the comparatively mundane jobs with her regulars. She'd have to take a 'me day' after this.

Still, the pounding Pigpen was giving her was something. As he snorted through his nostrils, she felt the warm air on her back. He was close.

Before she knew where she was, Nora found her face pressed against the floor of the forest, covering her in more dirt. A strong hoof held her down.

"Wow, miss, ah... ah..."

He could not compose himself enough to finish his sentence, so he instead settled for finishing in Nora.

"Shoot!" he cried.

As she felt his hot cum ooze out inside her, she squinted at the sensation. After he let loose his first rope, he pulled out, propping his meat on her rear and shooting the rest over her back, putting cum on top of grime on top of cum and spit and sweat.

Nora groaned into the ground, her own heat reaching its peak. She did not climax, but was closer than she would ever care to admit. While his technique was suitable, the whole, y'know, mud and dirt thing was just too distracting for her. She was only thinking about her rain shower.

As they both breathed frantically, calming down, she propped herself up again shakily.

"Sorry 'bout that, miss," he said, his eyes betraying that he meant it. "Got a little caught up in the moment, ah reckon."

"It's fine," she said, about to dust herself off before realizing there was no point.

"Yeehaw!"

The sudden excalamation caught her off guard, making her jump. Pigpen was screaming at the sky.

"I reckon that's about the best and only sex I've had these past five years," he said.

"Now," she said. "About those rainclouds?"

"Right this way."

Well, the lug delivered.

Nora stood under a cloud that unloaded heavenly wetness over her. She scrubbed as best she could the disgusting filth from her body, basking in the water.

The stash had been in some crate sequestered away further into the forest. How it had ended up here, who knows, but Nora was just glad it had. Pigpen watched on as she cleaned herself up, smiling.

"Shucks, as much as ah enjoy the mud, seein' y'all so happy bein' clean like this has got me smilin'", he said, sniffling. "Maybe ah'll turn over a new leaf, an' clean up mah act from now on."

"Really?"

"Heh, nah."

Glad that their relationship was now 'light banter buddies' and no longer a copulating pair, Nora relished in the moment. This had been a hell of a 24 hours. This time just yesterday she'd have been making herself breakfast, planning her little visit to Twilight's. She wondered idly how different her day would have been if the alicorn had been free to hang out after all.

Nora exhausted one cloud, then another, and another. Before long she had used every last one in the cache. She had needed it. She still didn't feel clean, just... cleaner.

"Welp, that's all of them," she said, dripping. "How are you planning on getting me home, by the way?"

Pigpen, who had been staring off into space, snapped to attention, looking at the human.

"Glad you asked. A little ingenuity, is all," he said pridefully. He waddled over to Nora, reaching for a cloud that had been rained out and tossed to the ground, wispy and deformed.

Ho took it in his hooves, and his face scrunched up in concentration as his body swayed. He appeared to be... squeezing it?

"Hnnnnnngh."

"Um," she began in awe. "What exactly are you doing?"

She got no response, only more grunts. But as she eyed the cloud in his grasp, she noticed it started to change shape. It clustered into more of a ball. When he was done, he threw it over her arm without warning.

Nora stood transfixed, gazing at the thing, wrapped around her arm. She wore it like a sleeve. Most importantly, it concealed her form entirely, the fluffy white thing opaque enough to preserve her decency.

"It's tough for anypony other'n pegasi to shape 'em," he said, admiring his own handiwork. "Not that anypony else'd normally get the chance. But they're softer after bein' rained out, ya see, so even though it's tough work for an earth pony, ah can mould it."

Nora looked at the pile of disused clouds she had tossed to the ground, eyes lighting up in understanding and appreciation.

"Now get tah helpin'!"

Nora walked into town with equal parts trepidation and confidence. The confidence was mostly external, forced to not draw attention. It had been working, however.

Before they said their goodbyes, Pigpen had suggested she walk behind him as far as she was able on her way home, since ponies usually cleared the streets when he strolled by. She could tell why. Still, she was grateful - he had actually delivered on his word, and seemed happy to be doing so. He wasn't a bad guy. She still wouldn't romp with him again any time soon, though.

As she strutted down the highstreet, one or two ponies regarded her. Her unusual attire didn't seem to warrant too much fanfare - a glance here, a gawk there. It had to be considered strange, to be wearing clouds, but hey, it worked. They tickled her skin as she walked. It was sort of cozy at first, but the sensation was growing old. Still, she was basically home free now, rounding out the last turn to her street.

She had never been so happy to see home. Going back to Earth may elicit less of an emotional response from her than this did right now. Finally, safety from prying eyes, boorish beasts, and foul smelling yokels!

The sun had creeped up over the horizon. Her little excursion had taken time, but it was still early - some ponies were only just heading to work. Nora longed for the comfort of her warm bed, where she fully intended to spend the rest of her day.

As she arrived at the door, she savored the feeling of touching the doorknob, holding her head high.

Then, something very unexpected happened.

A gust of wind accosted her from behind. She turned to look, and saw a gray blur bounding downward like a shooting star. The object landed, hard, on the ground behind her, the force of the air blowing her way dissipating the clouds protecting her.

"Ah!" she screamed, opening her front door with haste and hiding behind it. She looked at the crash site, only to realize that it wasn't a thing at all, it was a 'her'.

The mail pony, the one with the... eyes. Nora wasn't sure exactly what her deal was, medically, so it was an awkward point for her. She hadn't had any run ins with the goofy gray pegasus yet, but had seen her around Ponyville, usually leaving a trail of destruction in her wake. As she picked herself up by her hoozes, her pupils rattled in their sockets, before coming to a stop at their 'natural' position.

The mail mare, who held a bundle of letters in her mouth, turned and regarded her, apparently undeterred by the physical ordeal she had been through just now.

"Hewwo!" she said cutely, words masked by paper and stamps. "Pfft," she spat out the envelopes into her hoof, walking up to Nora.

"Oh, hi there," she said.

"Mail for you!" the mare replied, holding out the bounty.

"Gee," said Nora, trying not to touch the slobbery parts, "Thanks."

Just what was this mare's name again? She was sure she had heard it.

"I'm Derpy!"

Recollection hit Nora. She had heard other mares call the pony that, but wasn't sure if it was her name or just a descriptor.

"Hi, I'm Nora," she said, conscious of her nudity, luckily concealed by the door.

"You're not usually in when I come by, so it's nice to meet you! Welcome to Ponyville!"

Derpy gave a salute and took off into the skies once more.

Well, that was abrupt.

A bit late for a greeting given she had been here for months, now, but Nora appreciated the gesture anyway. As she made her way inside, she dumped off the letters - probably junk mail as usual - before heading upstairs. At least she didn't have to dispose of the clouds herself, now. They had been completely vaporized by Derpy's crash.

She made for the shower, where she prayed to see no badgers.

When she was done, she would take a well deserved rest. Perhaps more than ever, she felt, she had earned it.