The Adventures of Nora the Human Prostitute

Nora rubbed the meaty stallion rod between her tits, massaging it dutifully. This was familiar territory. Her tongue dragged along the end of the shaft, adding more sensations to the pleasure cocktail, the cock on her chest and its owner above her both showing immediate appreciation. The pony dick squirmed and writhed under her touch, enveloped by her perky breasts at the center while up toward the tip, Nora cleaned it with her mouth.

The pumping kept pace, quick and eager, titfucking her with neither shame nor remorse. She was impressed at its stamina, though perhaps that had been bred by familiarity. This schlong was like an old friend to her at this point. She could tell you its likes, dislikes, where it had been recently - that answer to that last one was usually 'inside Nora the human', but one mustn't make assumptions - it spent plenty of time rubbing against her, too, like today. It probably spent plenty of time being tugged to thoughts of her, too, though she didn't have the arrogance to declare that with certainty.

As the hefty horsecock shuddered, veins visibly pulsing at the joy her chest and tongue provided, Nora braced herself, finally expecting that release drew near.

"Mr. Rich?"

A resounding bump was heard under the desk, echoing out in the otherwise silent room. The secretary looked on, nonplussed.

"Y-Yes, Paper Pusher?" came the startled reply from above Nora, the stallion leaning back in his chair as she worked on, not letting him off the hook. While he fought to maintain a straight face, she lavished his dick with licks, strokes, and touches, continuing her assault with no mercy. It felt good to be in control in situations like this.

"Our client just wanted to check you're still on for your ten o'clock?" the office mare asked.

"Yes!" he said, altogether too enthusiastically. Devious little Nora may have had something to do with that, giving his hulking ballsack a single firm tug.

He course corrected quickly. "I-I mean, yes, that's no problem."

His assistant raised an eyebrow, frowning, but made no inquiries about his speaking habbits.

"You don't want to cancel?"

At hearing this, another devilish thought entered Nora's mind. She paused in place, keeping Filthy Rich's cock balanced between her warm tits, but providing no movement. On the brink of blowing, Rich squirmed, his orgasm suddnely on hold. His already damp brow grew damper as another bout of sweat broke out across his face.

"C... cah... cancel?!" he said, struggling to get the word out but eventually making it there, once again with volume exceeding that appropriate for the conversation.

He looked down under his desk where his favorite whore of a human set, flashing him the most evil smile she could muster, her hands on her breasts, ready to resume cranking his cock, but refusing to budge in protest.

Rich was going to cum in mere moments - there was no doubt about that. The only question left on the table was whether it would be a ruined orgasm or not. His mind was made up before he even had to ask himself the question.

"BUCK NO!" he declared, stamping a hoof on his desk. He winced instantly, his pet slut resuming his pleasure ride out of sight. "We don't - ah! - cancel... not in... this company..."

"Well, alright then," stated his secretary, slightly taken aback. She blinked twice before heading out of the office. "So passionate about his work..." she muttered, door closing behind her with a creak.

"Ffwaaaaaaaahhh!" screamed Rich, biting on his hoof much too late to try and contain his volume. He may have been more or less in the clear, but the sound of his arrival most certainly broke through the thin walls of the office complex, greeting disturbed workers with haunting vigor.

He splooged all over Nora, leaving her plastered in white, along with the back of the underside of his desk. She was stark naked, seeing no point in ruining a good set of clothes by turning them into cum rags; this wasn't her first rodeo with Rich, but she hoped that three weeks ago had been her first awkward attempt to explain to Rarity why one of the designer tops she made her didn't see the light of day anymore. Washing them out worked, kinda, but a trained eye could tell. The crust, the smell - and from the potency of a pent-up stallion, no less, there was little one could do to save any attire that bore the full brunt of a cum onslaught.

As Rich flopped down face-first onto his desk, panting up a storm, Nora licked herself clean a little, speaking up.

"I'm so glad you decided not to cancel," she said cheekily. "I was worried you'd changed your mind about our little get together at the last second, there."

"I... am going... to wreck you so good... next time... we do this..."

She looked forward to it.

It was something else, making a stallion squirm like this. Most of what Nora loved about pony sex was the primalness to it; ponies fucked like, well, ponies; like four-legged animals with whopping great ding-dongs. There was little more to it than that; she got the rutting only a farm animal could give with no consent issues and no organ restructuring, either. It was like someone had plucked a horse from Earth and engineered it to be the most compatible human sex partner science could afford - that was your average Equestrian stallion. And with Nora being the only human around, it was like they had been put here specially for her. Her own personal little heaven.

But the taming of this wild beast, this instinct-driven baby-maker, whose only urges were telling it to bend her over and breed her senseless - taking this creature and reducing him to a bundle of quivering nerves, to a whimpering mess, making him beg her for release - that was a truly ethereal moment.

So yes, Nora liked getting the dicking of a lifetime, being bandied about from colt to colt with no shame but also no dignity, letting herself be used like a piece of fuckmeat. But she had her dominant moments, too.

She crawled out from under the desk, still drenched, a sighing Filthy Rich greeting her. He lived up to his name - they had done the dirty in about every way, every time of day, every day of the week. He was her first and most loyal customer, the reason she had inadvertently started selling her body, and a good friend, too. He could also fuck the stuffing out of anything with a heartbeat, it turned out.

"I think you meant to say, 'thank you, my dearest Nora'," she scolded mockingly.

"Oh buck off, I already came."

They shared in a laugh as he handed her a towel to wipe the stains off her chest and face.

Rich was one of the few clients she did business with in daylight hours. It was safe, his office room serving as his own personal playboy mansion, Nora his adoring little bunny. There were risks, sure, but the dirty dog liked the thrill of it all. He would lock the door if they were doing anything too indiscreet, anyway.

He kept her bags heaving with gold, too. Nora was thankful to male kind everywhere for putting her in her place and paying her for the privilege. Chaps like Rich kept her pockets and her pussy full, fulfilling her two most pressing needs in life. She loved the sex, and she loved the way he treated her - honestly, if she were the type, he would make good husband material. Just the two of them fucking and frolicking their days away, living the high life. He wouldn't be the type to risk a second marriage, though - you could tell he regretted the first one enough already. Nora supposed that was why she was here, after all.

Spoiled Rich, his not-so-loving partner, never really came by the office, though her reputation preceeded her. Two words: coldhearted bitch. The two had not broken it off, for some reason - maybe for the sake of their brat, that pink filly who seemed a bit too keen on playing rough with the other girls. Nora wondered if mere reputation had an effect on this decision, too - in the corporate world, people like happy families. Maybe the bossman getting a divorce just wasn't a good look. Not her problem, anyhow.

Nora considered if maybe he'd just let her marry his cock - that way she wouldn't get anything in any ensuing divorce. She could write her own vows, and she would be very much willing to kiss the groom at the altar. Hard to imagine any objections. She tittered at the thought.

Dry as can be, nary a speck of male grease on her, Nora was handed her clothes and a bag of bits - her payment. She kept a spare set in the drawer of his desk, just in case, though this time her original apparel was returned. The harrowing memory of what happened to that deisgner top really did leave its mark on her in more ways than one...

She leaned in and kissed the pony on the cheek. "Same time next week?"

"Wouldn't miss it."

He looked like her was already missing it, and she hadn't even left the room yet.

A brief silence hung in the air as the two looked at each other.

"'Nother round?"

"'Nother round."

Nora waltzed out of the building whistling a merry tune, a spring in her step. As she twirled an imaginary cane, she relished in the simple delights of life once again. The situation, for lack of a better word, with her friends still played on her mind somewhat. Yesterday's encounter with the mysterious Flim and Flam had given her a momentary reprieve, but this session with Rich is what finally clicked the mental reset button on her anxieties. She was back to square one, and it felt good. No more anger, no more worrying, she was confident her pony pals would warm up to her again in no time. She just had to lay on some of that famous human charm... in a way that wouldn't accidentally seduce anypony. Easier said than done, in this crazy place.

Nora's whistle morphed into a happy hum, passing by desk jockeys on her way to the front door. Rich's workers had grown accustomed to her presence. As an investor, of course. She met with him there regularly to discuss important business. Like which holes he would be filling, and in what order. Somehow, his staff seemed none the wiser - more of that customary pony obliviousness, she assumed. As wild as things could get in the streets, their kind seemed happy to keep things clean in the sheets. No, wait, the other way round.

She had crazy fantasies sometimes - things like Rich throwing their secret to the wind and letting his whole office use her. This year's Christmas bonus would be Nora the human. Enjoy. She wasn't sure ponies even celebrated Christmas. Surely they had to have something similar? She would ask Twilight next time she saw her, after they'd made amends, of course. But anyway, her fantasies were just that - fantasies. Even she, unbridled as she was, would not want quite that level of mass intimacy. They helped when she felt like rubbing one out, however.

Nora skipped out of the building, the song playing in her head distracting her from all that went on around her, until...

"Lyra?"

The human had had to stop abruptly, exiting Rich's workplace and rounding the corner outside before coming face-to-chest with the green pony, stopping on one foot in an awkward balancing act to avoid impaling herself on the sharp looking horn that hovered at heart level.

Yep, that's a hazard, alright.

The mare sat on her haunches and tilted her head, beaming an adorable smile her way. As Nora's mind raced to jump to conclusions, she said the first thing that remotely made sense to her.

"Were you waiting for me here?!"

The mare nodded cutely, tail swishing behind her.

"Uh... why?"

And how, she thought. Her private time with Rich had been exactly that - private. She supposed the unicorn could have caught her heading in a few times and put two and two together. Still, a little weird.

"Well, I was just in the area."

"...Right."

The two looked at each other, neither daring to make the next move. Nora's expression was questioning, while Lyra's head seemed to be empty, a goofy smile on her face.

"Well, nice seeing you, but I gotta head on out now-"

Nora began scooting round the sitting pony as she spoke, but Lyra quickly bounded up to her side, walking alongside her.

"Where are you going?"

Nora sighed inwardly. She didn't really have anything important to do, but she wanted some alone time. It had been a busy couple of days. Hell, she had been mostly cum from the neck up not ten minutes ago. She wanted to go home and shower, then maybe swing by town and chat up some of the girls to get a read on how they were feeling about her right now.

"Just... the market."

Nora was a terrible liar. In this case, that didn't mean she had told the truth, it meant she had told a lie, terribly.

"Cool, I was actually just heading there myself!" the perky pony broadcasted.

Nora inwardly scolded herself for spinning a story that left her open to Lyra butting in like that. She had a feeling this would happen - Lyra could be pretty forthright, after all, and she seemed distinctly interested in Nora. It was as though the mint mare was a bumbling moth, and Nora had just set herself on fire.

The woman didn't respond, opting for a silent approach as the pair headed into the center of town. Lyra stuck close - close enough for Nora to notice how close she was getting, at least. She all but clung to her leg, seeming to act more as an extension of her own limbs than a separate being. When Nora's gait quickened, Lyra's gait quickened. When she slowed, the unicorn followed suit. Every once in a while she would turn her head and look up at her, as if checking she hadn't left, like a frightful filly scared of walking home on an unfamiliar journey, hanging by her mother.

Their mutual company drew no stares, such was the innocent nature of the stroll, but Nora was still weirded out by the whole thing. After their escapades together the other night, it was hard to see Lyra in a neutral light - she clearly had a thing for her, but what she wanted - her body, her mind, her heart - she didn't know. She had been so standoffish and stilted, going as far as following her in secret, but then so tender and sweet once they got busy, focusing entriely on her pleasure. She wasn't much of a conversationalist, her blunt statements bordering on the rude, but her happy demeanor and cute little pony habits made her seem so pure, too. She was a walking contradiction. A contradiction that was walking, with her.

"Do you... like to go to the market?" she asked shyly, looking up at her.

This was exactly what Nora meant. So awkward, so adorable!

"Uh..." she said, thinking of something to say. She didn't want to brush the poor girl off with nothing answers. That wouldn't be very kind, and besides, Nora felt she would have to do the heavy lifting in any chit-chat here. "It's alright. Everything's close by, so it's convinient for getting what you need, but the stalls are spaced out enough that it encourages you to have a wander, see more of the town. I like strolling through here sometimes when I'm not doing anything, even if I don't have anything to buy."

Heh, look at that, she was actually enjoying herself already, even if it was mostly due to her own relief at being able to convert Lyra's simple, open-ended question into a coherent and downright conversational reply.

Lyra smiled in reply. "Me too! I stop by here all the time on the way to Bon Bon's. Sometimes I sit on the bench in the square and play my harp."

She coughed into her hoof, blushing. "I don't play as good as some of the other musicians in town, though. Octavia plays in an orchestra and everything! And that DJ fillyfirend of hers is pretty popular, too. I probably look like a hack compared to them..."

"No!" exclaimed Nora at once. Lyra had hung her head, talking herself into a pit of despair, and she simply wouldn't have it. "It's never wrong to do what you enjoy. Don't compare yourself to others. Besides, it's your cutie mark, so you must be pretty good, riiiiight?" she asked, waving her hand with the goal of making the downtrodden mare sing her own accolades a little.

"Well," she responded, hoof holding her neck and a small blush appearing on her cheeks as she broke into a slight smile. "I guess I'm okay..."

Nora smiled, too, happy to have picked her up. As they entered the hustle and bustle of the sqaure, ponies went to and fro in all directions around them, and she had to slow her steps to avoid bumping into them. Lyra quickly adjusted in kind, seeming grateful for the slower strides - ponies may have four legs, but they were only little, so it made sense that each leg was working harder. Nora hadn't realized how fast she had been going - perhaps her own subtle anxiety at the strangeness of their encounter had pushed her ahead.

Now more relaxed, though, she made a show of choosing out a stall to visit, not wanting to look a liar. She just had to buy something, then she could make her excuses and go home, letting Lyra down gently. Very gently - if her prior display of gloom had been any indication, the poor thing had enough self doubts as it was.

She scanned the market, her height her strength, peering over the crowds with ease. Perfecto.

She spotted the orange mare from a way off, hoping she'd be on duty by now. Putting one foot forward, she explained to Lyra that she just needed some apples, then it was off home. She looked a little sad at this - subtly so - before resigning herself to her brief time with the human, agreeing with a nod.

As Nora walked over to Applejack, Lyra following behind, the country mare spotted her, looming bipeds being hard to miss, perking up. Applejack never looked tired, somehow, despite working like a horse. Okay, maybe not the best expression, given the circumstances. She was always at her stall on time, every day, always eager to chat to any passers by, enticing them in to sample the best apples money could buy. Nora had to admit, the fruit was good - must be something about the soil... nonetheless, her family's passion for it left her a little perplexed at times. Just another case of ponies being ever so slightly crazy in a mostly cute and charming way, she supposed. They really let their passions rule them sometimes.

"What's on the menu, AJ?" she asked, leaning an elbow on the wooden box that was her stall. It was a simple structure, appearing to have been built some time ago. Putting the lean on had been a bit difficult, requiring some bending of the legs, its surface not meant for someone of her stature to brace herself on.

"Well howdy, Nora," she greeted, tipping her stetson. "Same as always, silly! Apples, apples, apples."

Nora relished in the casual chatter, instantly at ease with her friend.

"I don't know," she said. "You sure you haven't got anything new in? Maybe grapes, or kiwis?"

"Kiwis? Just what the heck's gotten into you, missy," she said, brow furrowing, suddenly serious. It had been a joke, but AJ didn't joke around too much when it concerned her livelihood. "Only the freshest apples from Sweet Apple Acres, same as always."

"Go figure," said Nora under her breath. "Okay, then, hit me with a handful. Dealer's choice," she continued, gesturing at the fine produce stacked around them.

AJ smiled again, gathering some apples in her hooves.

"Sorry I missed you before, by the way. You know, Twi's thing?"

"Aw, don't fret none, ain't nothin'. I told the others as much. Yer made of strong stuff, always have been."

Nora felt giddy at the compliment, relieved that AJ, at least, was on board with her still. No bitterness here - no, this pony was as sweet as the apples she grew.

"Still, it was a mite odd, yer not turnin' up an' all. Ain't like you."

"Ahaha, yeah..." she said, playing with her hands nervously.

It was at this moment that she realized Lyra had snaked around to her side again, her head poking around Nora's leg.

"Well hello there miss, won't be a minute," assured Applejack, ever the professional.

"Oh, she's with me," said Nora, before freezing, suddenly catching the potential implications of what she just said. Surely Applejack wouldn't think she meant 'with' like a date, right? Nora stopped mid-thought, mind working to try and come up with a sentence that cleared up any ambiguity without it being obvious that this was something she had been worried about.

Her fears weren't helped by Lyra's blush and sheepish smile at the sentence. "We're walking together."

Fortunately for Nora, Applejack simply looked bewildered at this statement, tilting her head with a questioning frown but inquiring no further. The orange cowgirl was a simple pony at heart. Honesty apparently didn't leave much room for complexity, so she often missed the subtler nuances of conversational undertone. Thus, Nora's faux pas was safe from scrutiny, and Lyra's obtuseness hadn't escalated the situation.

"Anyway," said Nora, pushing past the topic to skirt around any potential awkwardness or probing questions, "I'll try and make it next time. Something just came up is all, human business calls, you know how it is."

"You sound like Dash when you talk like that," said AJ, chuckling. It was a fair assessment - Ponyville's resident speedster was often putting on airs, acting like the open road - or more accurately, skies - were calling to her, always having some msyterious pony to meet or unknown business to attend to. Really, it just signalled the start of her impending nap time.

"In that case I'll be sure to sprint home. Maybe she'll come out of hiding and race me."

The two shared in a laugh, enjoying the inside joke. Lyra forced out a little laugh too, which Nora was glad AJ missed. The unicorn's eyes looked from human to earth pony, then back again, unsure where to let her gaze linger. She looked anxious, feeling trapped in a social situation she was sort of a part of, but not really.

"Anyway, bake some pies next time we get together. I love your pies."

"Ah baked some last time, I'll have ya'll know," Applejack lampooned. "But ya know I'm always makin' more. I love baking like a pig loves-"

Shit.

Nora stumbled, juggling apples in her arms as she listened. Of the four she bought, one rolled out of her grasp, her stockpile balanced precariously between her crossed arms and her bust. As it veered over the barrier created by her arms, the sizeable fruit proving a bit too much for her to handle in quantity, it careened toward the ground.

In a flash, Lyra sprung into action, moving in a blur to Nora's left. Before she could even blink, the mare had darted her head down, catching the falling apple in her teeth. She lingered there for a second, as if surprised at herself, before standing up straight once more, turning her head to face Nora, the apple clasped between two rows of pearly whites.

"Thanks..." she said, reaching out for the fruit. It had pony slobber on it. Lyra looked ecstatic with herself, though, face full of delight at her heroism. As Nora's fingers brushed her muzzle, she gasped.

"Sorry, AJ, think I need a bag," she concluded.

In due order a square paper carrier was provided. Though Nora often lamented the lack of pockets in this world, ponies touring the market did have their saddlebags, which were actually much better poised to carry food and other supplies, the shallow contours of her own jean pockets left lacking in comparison. It just wasn't fair - even when they walked around nearly naked, they had more practical attire than her.

"Thanks AJ, I'll get out of your hai- your mane, now. See ya around!"

As Nora took a few paces away from the stall, waving her friend goodbye with Lyra in tow, she dumped her goods into her bag, taking care to keep the soiled Lyra-apple from touching the others. For a woman who spent so much time drinking in other people's and ponies' bodily fluids, she was kind of fussy about the state of her food, and the apple was both steamy from Lyra's breath and wet with her saliva. Not exactly appetizing.

The effort made to save the pomaceous treat clearly meant a lot to Lyra, though. She had the look of some noble knight who had just cleaned the clock of some hungry dragon to save a helpless princess, who was now waiting for her thank you kiss.

"Well, like I said before, I've gotta get going now," said Nora, eager for that shower. She scrubbed off good, but was still accutely aware that her face had been plastered in pony semen very recently. The thought suddenly occurred to her that horses had a good sense of smell. This wasn't normally a problem for her, working nights, but the daytime fun she'd had today, mixed with yet another blistering hot day and her unplanned trip through town could have definitely given Rich's scent time to bake in, and exposed her to many ponies who may have picked up on it - she didn't smell off, she thought, but the alarming idea of other ponies detecting hints of cum of her face with their noses immediately redoubled her enthusiasm for washing.

"You sure? There's plenty of other fun stuff to do here," said Lyra. "We could look at the other stalls a little."

"Sorry, Lyra, not right now."

"O-or we could do something else - relax by the lake, maybe?"

She just wasn't getting the hint.

"Look, no offense, but I-"

"Lyra!" came a voice from nowhere, cutting Nora off, much to her own relief. She followed the sound, finding a nearly eggshell colored mare galloping towards her. She was glad for the accidental rescue. "I've been looking all over. You're late!"

"Aw, but I was just gonna..." Lyra paused, her sentence left hanging, but she stared down Bon Bon, the candy shop owner, exchanging a silent but seemingly very meaningful look which was returned in kind. The two seemed to have a conversation just with their eyes, and occasionally glances were shot her way, as well, their peepers gesturing at her without a single utterance. Lyra looked forlorn at the wordless battle of wits.

"No ifs, ands, or buts," continued Bon Bon, "You've taken enough unplanned time off as is, I need you at the store! I've had to close up just to look for you, you know," she scolded, brow furrowing.

Lyra looked guilty and remorseful, staring at Nora with wanting eyes but relenting to her duty. "Ok, let's go. Sorry, Nora, I got work," she said, confirming the obvious, turning on her hooves to follow her boss who had already started trotting away. As she left, she called out to the human once more from over her shoulder. "I'll find you again soon, okay?"

Slightly odd phrasing. 'I'll see you soon', sure. 'I'll find you again soon'? Perhaps a little unintentionally creepy.

Oh, that's right.

"Hey," Nora called out, stopping her a few paces into her retreat. She walked up to the mare, closing the distance, before fishing out a very particular apple from her bag.

She held it out in her palm, Lyra eyeing it curiously as though it were some impressive artefact. Not making any moves to take it, Nora prompted her. "For you. They keep doctors away."

Lyra seized the red orb in her magic, spinning it on its axis like a globe, inspecting it. She then looked back it Nora, eyes wide in disbelief.

Since Nora appeared to have sent Lyra's brain into a reboot sequence, the mare frozen to the spot, she decided to depart quickly, not wanting to keep her from her job and still wanting to make it home herself. "See ya," she said, already walking away.

As she sped back to her house in a brisk stroll, she pondered whether Lyra had skipped out on work for a while just to wait for her outside Rich's place. She could have forgot she was on shift, sure, but that mare seemed allergic to coincidences. It would be a little concerning - she didn't want her to get in trouble, after all. More than it, it concerned Nora how... hung up Lyra seemed on her. A little physical admiration was one thing, but if it turned into infatuation - hell, if she wasn't there already - that could be a problem. Nora wanted her privacy, especially given her unique line of work, and not to mention she still owed much of her free time to her friends, wanting to make up for past transgressions. And if she were to date anyone - a big, fat 'if' that it was - she would expect that someone to be a stallion, not a mare. Sure, Lyra had been something of an awakening for her, sexually, which still felt weird to think about, but romantically, Nora wasn't sure she was prepared to try pushing the envelope quite that far.

As she shut her front door behind her, she flopped onto the couch face first in desparate thought.

One steamy shower later, Nora had allowed herself time to push her worries about Lyra out of her mind. She still had some of the day left, the town's sundial having indicated when she left the market that it was barely mid-afternoon. Rich was a morning pony, so Nora had been barking up his door bright and early. She often beat him there, actually, having access to his office by a spare key he let her hold on to. She liked waiting for him there, already stark naked. The first time she'd done that it certainly caught his attention; now it was just something of a sexy routine they shared.

They didn't always bump uglies in his office, of course. Sometimes they would retreat to his house when his wife and daughter were away. Well, she called it a house - it was more like a small mansion. Nice place, though a bit overly lavish in a way that seemed slightly tacky to the down to earth human girl. Anyway, having ticked Rich off her list for today already, she still had plenty of time to kill, and she would be free to work the night, as well. She hadn't bothered yesterday. After the ride Flim and Flam gave her, she was in no mood for more fucking, a rare occurance in her world. And since she had been a no-show the night before that, Lyra snatching her away en route to her sleepover, the poor stallions of Ponyville must have been in dire need. They probably had to wheel their sacks around in carts, unable to move under their immense weight. Mmmm.

Remembering Flim and Flam for a moment made Nora curse her own forgetfulness - she had meant to ask AJ about them. It'd be interesting to learn more of what went down last time they were in town, since it sounded like things went badly for them, even though they could make a mean brew. She vaguely remembered mentioning AJ to them and not getting much of a reaction, so it could be that they didn't actually know each other, despite briefly being comrades in industry... well, competitors, really, but in magical pony land, Nora had a feeling that financial rivalries couldn't really be all that severe. Even Filthy Rich, the guy who by all convention and appearances should have been filling the role of the town's stereotypical evil corporate suit, was actually a nice fellow (with an even nicer package). He even apparently went way back with Granny Smith of the Apple clan - if the town's wealthiest patron was an upstanding fellow, Nora couldn't picture anypony being especially cutthroat in commerce here.

She lamented the missed opportunity for questions, having been distracted by Lyra's antics. Damn that crazy mare! Ah well...

Deciding that she should use her free time to seek out another friend, she resolved to get dressed, picking herself up off her armchair, clad in only her undies. After making herself presentable, she headed for her front door, a location already in mind. It was for slightly selfish reasons, but she wanted to see Rarity. She desired to swing by all of her friend's places anyway - well, except Dash, who lived in the sky, somehow - but Rarity was also her seamstress, and she wanted to order more clothes. She felt bad giving her so much work, but the marshmallow mare always laughed off her concerns, stating that she was happy to help. It wasn't simple politeness - Rarity lived to create, and with the unique opportunities for designs that Nora's form brought to the table, she was always delighted to take a commission from her.

The idea of humans staying clothed all the time rather intrigued her. No, that's the wrong word - that concept intrigued most every creature she met, nowadays. It may be better to say that it inspired Rarity. It made sense, Nora supposed - she'd certainly get a lot more business if ponies were the same way. Perhaps that'd make wearing clothes less special for them, though. It was a strange thought, but she saw no reason it wouldn't ring true - after all, being naked was certainly special for humans. Eventful, at least, if in public. It made sense that the reverse could happen.

Nora actually thought she had noticed Rarity dressing up more since their friendship blossomed. It was hard to say for certain, since the fashionista certainly liked to flaunt her wares on herself anyway, but Nora felt confident she was turning up layered even in more casual settings. She had also worn more skirts, and even pants - something exceptionally rare for ponies to wear, since putting them on would be tricky. Luckily, having magic helped.

Nora envied unicorns that. It must have been nice. She wondered how many stallions she could jerk off at once if she had magic. The possibilities were truly endless. It'd probably make opening jars a lot easier, too.

By the time she shook the thought, less a train and more a trainwreck, she was already at Carousel Botique, the permier place for pony fashion, and her only source of modesty, all rolled into one. Nora couldn't deny that ponies looked adorable in their little dresses and waistcoats. Fuckable, too, but that was a given. She wondered if part of her own appeal was the allure of what was underneath - the tease of never knowing what you were going to get until you'd already paid for it. It made her feel sexy and powerful, like some kind of sexy empress, or general, or something.

Directing her thoughts to cleaner avenues of discussion, she lightly knocked three times on the front door. In no time at all, a pair of sparkling blue eyes greeted her, made all the more striking by the luscious lashes that surrounded them. Nora had given some thought to what made ponies sexy - not to herself, for once, but to each other. She knew Rarity was a looker, but she wasn't sure how much of that was her taking care of her appearance, and how much was natural beauty. What made a mare gorgeous? Her eyes? How slender her muzzle was? How shapely her flanks were? And what about the stallions? Big Mac was a hit with the ladies, and subject to some gossip because of it, so Nora guessed big, muscly dudes were still hot here. What about someone like Mr. Cake? He wasn't what Nora would have guessed to be a typcially ravishing guy, but she could speak to his abilites herself. Oh yes, she could...

Rarity coughed, snapping her out of it.

"Uh... sorry there, Rare. What did you say?"

Rarity carried the look of someone slightly peeved but doing a delightful job of reigning it in because that's what friends do. Nora cursed herself, embarrassed to have been nympho-dreaming right on her friend's doorstep. She wondered if a vacation from lovemaking might do her a bit of good, but remembering how hard it had been when she got by on masturbation alone, she knew she'd miss it too much. Hell, if anything, she wanted to have more sex on vacation - exotic lands full of hot guys she'd never see again, sunny beaches giving plenty of excuses to show some skin, maybe even a little clash of cultures if it turns out that rawdogging is just how the natives greet each other...

Rarity coughed again. Nora was sorry, really she was.

"I said it's nice to see you, darling. And unexpected, too," said Rarity with the patience of a saint.

"You too, Rares. Heh, sorry about that, my brain's just a little fried today, I guess," she said. It was more or less true. Upon finally responding, Rarity's smile turned a little less hollow and a lot more real, relieved that her friend wasn't delirious. Maybe only delirious at the thought of stallion-

Okay Nora, enough. Control yourself.

She stifled the idea, heading inside the shop at Rarity's invitation. The place was a mess in a strangely organized way. Such was the way of creatives, she supposed. Something about the place struck her as off, but she couldn't yet place it.

"What brings you to my front door at this hour, dear?" spoke Rarity sweetly. She wore a yellow silk scarf, further evidencing Nora's theory about her wearing more clothes. Sure, it wasn't a lot, but was was home alone, seemingly, and scarves were absolutely not weather appropriate right now. Then again, she felt sure Rarity would spout off about how fashion seasons were different to regular seasons if she questioned her on it.

"Oh, just dropping in to see my favorite fashion freak," she said, giving her a jostling pet behind the ears. Rarity was one of those girls that was touchy-feely in her friendship with other girls, and this rubbed off on Nora when she was in her presence. Besides, she liked to tease her, since she was so prim and propper. Those types were always fun to wind up, in a playful way, of course. Rarity smiled once more at the contact, but instantly levitated up a hoof mirror out of nowhere to check that the errant hand had not messed up her mane.

"Erm, very kind of you, darling," she returned, mood improving when she was satisfied that her purple curls were undamaged.

"I'm sorry I missed the sleepover," said Nora plainly. No use beating around the bush with Rarity. Applejack may be the element of honesty, but honesty and inquisitiveness didn't always go hand in hand. Applejack was the better lie detector, but Rarity asked more probing questions. She had found that out to her detriment before.

"Aw, pish posh, darling. I'm sure you had your reasons..."

She let the sentence hang in the air, clearly hoping Nora would fill in the blanks. This is exacly what she meant about Rarity. When elaboration was not forthcoming, she carried on.

"Besides, you could always make it up to me," she said, lashes fluttering. Nora felt pretty sure she'd started one or two crazy nights with a sentence like that by now, so the innocuous use of the line here felt out of place to her. "It has been a while since you let me design something for you. You know I like working with unique proportions."

Nora wasn't sure if 'unique proportions' was actually a compliment here, but she took it in her stride.

"Actually, that's also part of the reason I'm here," she revealed, glad of the opportunity to change topics and also to request her clothing without coming across as a moocher. It's not like she wouldn't pay her, but she still would have felt bad asking right after apologizing for dodging her. She also still felt she owed a debt to Rarity in particular, much like she did to Applejack, for their assistance in keeping her clothed and fed, respectively, for many a week after her sudden arrival in Equestria. All for free, too, and Nora had technically never paid them back. She didn't think her romp with Big Mac would settle her debt with all the other Apples, at least.

Rarity squealed in delight, doing a little dance with her front hooves. "Eeeee~", she squeaked. Nora could have keeled over from the cuteness. These ponies were deadly weapons. "So what'll it be? New blouse? A formal blazer, perhaps? You know, I've yet to have the pleasure of making you any business attire. It looks great on mares too, I feel. Oh, what am I saying, you're here for something casual. More socks? Those are certainly a challenge, but nothing I can't handle! Rarity's on the case!"

She grasped rolls of fabric in her blue magical aura, darting over to a sewing machine and getting to work before Nora could even interject. She strolled over to Rarity, slumped over on her chair and already intently focused on whatever it was she had envisioned.

Nora tapped her on the back to get her attention. When that didn't work, she coughed. Rarity stopped, flustered. Looks like it was her turn to be embarrassed.

"Oh, sorry, darling," she said, "You know how I get sometimes."

Nora opened her mouth to speak, before the prissy pony cut her off again.

"I know what you'll be here for. More of that secret clothing," she said with a wink.

What? Oh...

"How your kind came up with the idea of a strap to hug your teats, I'll never know, but I must say, darling, these 'bra' items are strangely fashionable. It's a shame we don't get to see them more often. Well, I suppose I'm lucky in that respect," she said, giggling behind a hoof. "And I do see the appeal, since your mammaries are located rather, ahem, uniquely on your form," she concluded with something approaching tact. "I do say ponies would probably keep them upright if we were in your horseshoes!"

Every time Rarity got enthusiastic about her unmentionables, Nora wanted to die on the spot. She meant well, and she was a whiz with a needle, but her accidental faux pas when talking human underwear always stung. It had been weird enough getting sized up by her in the buff for measurements, especially since she had an eye for detail and drank in Nora's form with delight. It was nothing sexual, she was just interested in her shape, but it still left Nora red-faced when she thought about it. Luckily, that had been a one time affair. She would just have to make sure her weight didn't fluctuate if she didn't want a repeat of that experience.

"N-No, Rarity. I'm not here for that," she corrected. "I wanted another top. Something lighter, more breathable, you know? Ideally something striking, color wise. Maybe black with some crimson. Some lace, also?"

Rarity's enthusiasm didn't falter at the revelation - in fact, it doubled. "Oooh, my, darling!" She spun around in her swivel chair, completing one full rotation, before climbing down and looking at the human with interest. "How daring! Much more risqué than anything we've tried before, wouldn't you say? So bold. Is there some special stallion you've got an eye on, perchance?"

Rarity leaned in her in, eyes sparlking with devious machinations.

"W-Well, I just wanted something showy that I could wear in the summer. Humans wear that sort of thing all the time," she said, lying through her teeth. She didn't like it, but it was too useful a card not to pull in such circumstances. "A... And," she went on.

Again, Rarity's energy did not waver, her look begging Nora to continue. "And, darling?"

"And you c-can make it low cut," she said, finding the resolve to ask for her desired item. "Y'know, since it's... hot. Summer, and all..."

Nora trailed off, holding one arm and looking down. Rarity's enormous grin remained, but she held off from probing her further, or worse, implying anything else about her love life. Not that she would have been entirely wrong to do so. Truth is, Nora did want something sexy to wear. If she were to be a lady of the night, it was about time she started dressing for the occasion. She just wished she didn't have to go through one of the town's foremost curators of gossip for this one, much as she loved Rarity.

"I'll have it made and ready in no time, darling," she said with a determined but dainty stomp, pride at her work ethic shining through. She really wasn't so different from AJ in that regard, despite the drastic difference in occupation, and arguably in social status. Nora wasn't entirely sure if class existed in Equestria, at least in the same way as on Earth, but one could not deny that Applejack was a straight talking, action loving county girl, and Rarity was a snooty but caring, exciteable and dramatic fashion designer. Even if that didn't relegate them to different social strata the way it might at home, it certainly made for an interesting clash of personalities and backgrounds, so the similarities between the pair in spite of all that really stood out.

"You're the best, Rarity," Nora spat out through gritted teeth, her face flushed as can be. She really did appreciate it, though.

"Same deal as normal, you'll bill me when it's ready?"

"But of course, darling. Why, I know just the material to use..."

Rarity was already lost in thoughts of Nora's slightly smutty clothing, images of the finished article likely already flashing before her eyes like premonitions.

Nora kind of wanted a pair of tight leather pants and boots to complete the look, but somehow she didn't think ponies would take kindly to the idea of using leather, and if she blushed any harder she might pass out, anyway.

As the mare in front of her scampered about the place, picking up wads and rolls of material, weighing up each option before putting them down again, Nora finally noticed what had been bothering her. There was normally a small scaly guest at Rarity's that had to be ushered out of the room when she wanted panties.

"No Spike, Rarity?"

"Oh, he's away at the Dragon Lands, darling."

That's right, the Dragon Lands had been in the primer Twi had given her. There wasn't all that much info on the place, though, at least compared with many of the other lands outside Equestria.

"Oh yeah, Dash mentioned he was away. What are the Dragon Lands like?"

"Just dreadful, darling."

Sounds about right.

"Twi must miss him."

Rarity looked up from behind a reel of fabric. "She gets by. She has us."

Nora felt a pang of guilt.

"And she has you, darling. You should see her again soon."

That statement seemed to confirm that Twi had confided in her friends after their heated discussion yesterday. Nora decided that she would definitely visit her tomorrow and make things right.

"...Yeah, I will."

She took a seat as Rarity worked, content to sit and chat to her for a while as she did so. As she watched the ponies go by the window, she balanced her head on her hand and let out a wistful sigh.