The Adventures of Nora the Human Prostitute

Nora leaned against the cool brick, enjoying the feeling of it. She lurked in her normal alley, waiting to pounce any clients, just as soon as they swung by. Any minute now...

It was a quiet night. Too quiet. It wasn't late, as such, but late enough. Usually she'd have expected to see a well-endowed guest or two with a jingling coinpurse at the ready by now. She hadn't even seen any ponies simply passing by. The streets were abandoned, her usual hotspot feeling a little chilly tonight. Could two days away from her meeting place really have set her back that much? She didn't take breaks often - usually only when she had something important to do, like planning for sleepovers she didn't go to - but she had yet to find herself wanting for attention quite this much for some time.

When she was newer on the scene, of course, the nights rolled by a lot slower. It took time for word to get around, which was actually reassuring, since it demonstrated that news of her trade wasn't spreading out of her control. Sometimes she'd linger for an hour or so and nopony would stop by, so she'd give up. Not everyone was willing to pay for sex on the regular - a perfectly reasonable state of affairs.

Since those golden weeks, though, Nora's popularity had skyrocketed. She was a hit with, and had been hit on, by just about half the single stallions in town. Nowadays, nary a night went by when she didn't find a client, and she was usually approached rather quickly, to boot.

She sighed, supporting more of her weight on the wall behind her. It was typical that when the itch got real bad, she couldn't find a scratching post to save her life. And right now, she would have been happy to pay for just about any stallion's post to scratch against. It was a good thing none of her clients followed her lead and started selling themselves, or she'd probably fritter away all her income on them instead. It was almost comical how quickly she would be willing swap roles from dealer to customer just to get her rocks off if things got desparate enough.

It wasn't very classy, hanging around in a dank alley after dark to solicit sex from strangers, but that had more or less stopped bothering her by now. Nora was at the point where she was straddling the line between clinging on to that concept of pure innocent ponies who mustn't under any circumstances have sex because that's just not something talking ponies would do, damn it, and fully embracing the notion that they were as raunchy and ready as any human male, perhaps more so. Every night here in this alley pushed her more and more in the latter direction, her shame slowly washing away, but not gone. Perhaps one day she could even be more open about this with her friends. Maybe not about the whole prostitution gig, but not having to hide the fact that she slept around occasionally may not be so bad. That was all easy enough to think, but putting it into words was a different trial. Sure, she could decry pony puritanism with ease when she was twerking on the end of a stallion's rod, but when she saw them all going about their regular lives, living out the daily routines of characters from a children's story book, so oblivious about how cruel the world could be, the want for honesty shrank. It was like a switch just flipped, sometimes. They could all go from cute and cuddly to stiff and sexy just like that. It made pinning down a consistent feeling on the matter hard.

For now, though, Nora remained steadfast in her resolve: she was getting some tonight. If she had to be a succubus, corrupting these poor innocent creatures under her influence, she would fill the role gladly. Just who could she turn next under her womanly charms? She made a mental list of some of the stallions in town she'd had an eye on that hadn't rutted her brains out yet. That tan pony with the hourglass on his butt was kind of cute. Nora was sure he could make time stand still for her. Right as soon as she seduced him with her feminine wiles, of course. He seemed the nerdy, clueless type. Good looking but doesn't know it. Maybe a virgin. She could show him a thing or two, teach him how to pleasure a woman...

Step one: lubrication. Always make sure your human's entrance is nice and slick. If you didn't bring any lube, don't worry, you can always make your own...

"Nora?"

The voice didn't catch her attention at first.

"Nora?"

Second time was apparently the charm.

"You're, uh, drooling."

"Oh, thanks Twi."

In the millisecond that followed her reply, Nora's eyes almost shot out of her skull at mach speed. Her brain stalled, comprehension failing her at a most critical moment. Was she seeing things, or was she really here?

"T... T... T..."

The woman stammered, unable to do much else. The purple pony opposite her looked quite concerned, ears folding back in an equine display of trepidation.

"Are you okay, Nora?"

Nora was not okay.

"T... T... Twilight?!" she screamed. "What are you doing here?!"

The bookish mare looked stunned, eyes darting around as if trying to assess why she shouldn't be here. It was a public space, after all.

"I came looking for you. I wanted to talk, about yesterday."

Nora's blood pressure slowed just in time to prevent a vein bursting. The fact that Twilight Sparkle was here for friendship and nothing more was enough to calm Nora down, her state of mental panic moving one notch lower from 'we're fucked, let's bail' to 'this is really really bad'. The why of Twilight's presence being her chief concern, now answered, she quickly made an attempt to establish the how, this being the second question sending alarm bells ringing in her head.

"H-How did you know I'd be here?" she asked, suspicion slipping out of her statement like water from a leaky bucket. Right now she carried the voice, expression, and body language of someone who had been caught red handed - she just had to pray that Twilight didn't know what she'd caught her in, and wouldn't press it.

"I didn't," she explained. "Not here specifically, anyway. I went to your place this morning but you weren't home. I waited at the castle for a while, hoping you'd stop by again, but when you didn't I decided I needed to talk to you tonight - I just felt awful about how we left off yesterday, and..."

She shot a bashful smile, playing with some dirt on the road with her hoof, breaking eye contact. This was all very touching and unexpected, but it didn't really answer Nora's question.

"So you just went looking for me in back alleys?" she prompted, the underlying implication of why this might be the case seemingly lost on her pony chum.

"Oh, yeah. I'd heard you liked taking late walks. I thought I'd heard something about the streets near the commercial district, and I figured it'd make sense, since all the stores are closed. Nice and quiet for a stroll, right?"

Nora's sweating didn't subside, even if each new chunk of precious info collected from the alicorn did alleviate some of her worst fears.

"Where'd you hear that?"

"Just some ponies talking. I didn't know you'd already made so many friends in town! I'm so proud of you!"

Her naïvety made Nora feel all the worse at deceiving her, the baseless praise washing over her and leaving her hollow. If Twilight knew the real reason she was so well known in town, or, indeed, why she'd found her loitering in a back alley, it would be a different story.

As the pony came in for a hug, tender hooves wrapping around her waist, Nora stood there, lifeless.

"Oh, but look at me, getting all distracted! I didn't come over here to congratulate you on your success in friendship, eeeeven if it does make me feel like a better teacher," she touted pridefully, rubbing a hoof against her chest with exaggerated bravado. "No, I actually came to apologize."

Add this to the list of things Nora didn't expect to hear tonight. She felt catastrophically lucky, right now - whether it was good luck or bad luck, she couldn't even tell. She wanted to buy a lottery ticket, or walk under a ladder; anything to test whether the outcome of all this was about to be positive or not.

"Apologize? To me?" she said, pointing at herself as though there were anyone else present. Looking around and seeing the scene empty aside from her and the sheepish Twilight, she collected herself, coming to her senses. She had to shepherd her away in case any, well.. regulars came by.

"Let's not do this here," she concluded.

Twilight answered her with a nod.

Sipping a cup of hot cocoa, seated next to Twilight at an oversized table, she reflected on the words of the mare spilling her guts before her.

"And I just felt so bad, because I want to protect you, to keep you safe, but I know you're not a foal and you can take care of yourself, and I didn't mean to make you feel useless and... and..."

It was hard to watch. Twilight looked like she was on the verge of tears, her run-on sentence petering out without ceremony. The two were snuggled in thick blankets that they had draped over themselves, sat on kitchen chairs. The walk had been quiet and forboding. Once they arrived, Twilight made haste to get them comfy, working up the nerve and possibly trying to find the right words to express herself. She hadn't waited long enough. Nora didn't mind - panicking over stuff like this was about as on brand as Twilight got. But it didn't make the bitter pill any easier to swallow.

Finally having heard enough, she cut in. "Stop it!" she cried, more forcefully than she had intended. Twilight's eyes went wide in surprise, her mouth clamping shut. "I can't let you say all this stuff. It's my fault. I was rude to you when you didn't deserve it, when I knew you were just trying to be a good friend. I... I'm sorry."

Holy shit, she thought, tears hitting the quilt that covered her. I'm actually crying...

Twilight pulled her close, tears of her own forming, but joy written on her face over the reconciliation.

"Oh, I'm so glad to hear you say that!" she said, wiping droplets from the corners of her eyes before sniffling once.

They hugged each other tightly, Twilight resting her head on the crest of Nora's shoulder with her eyes closed. It was a sweet moment, and Nora instantly felt much better.

"And about what I said before... I still mean it. It must be hard being you, being here. I know you can handle yourself, and if you don't want me to, I promise I won't pry. But if you're ever feeling down, of if there's anything you want to confide in us with, me and the other girls will always have time for you."

"Thanks, Twi. I guess I... have been feeling sort of homesick."

It wasn't entiely untrue, but it also wasn't the motive behind her seemingly strange behaviour and erratic schedule. Still, if Nora opened up about this, throwing Twilight a bone to chew on, she may be content to leave it be in the future.

Her friend pulled back from the embrace, looking at her with sincerity. "That's perfectly understandable. I wish there were more we could do, but in the mean time, we're here for you."

Nora's will to do better buried itself in her chest. She had been rash with her friend, writing off her concerns in an effort to keep her own dirty little secret. She still didn't want to unbottle all that just yet, but from now on, she wouldn't let herself butt heads with friends over them second guessing where she was at any given time. If she wanted to keep their suspicions down, she'd just have to be a good friend herself and shirk less of their gatherings in the first place. Her priorities felt firmly in order, now, and it felt good. So, too, did the closure with Twi. She had intended to work her way up to confronting her again, planning to visit all the others first just to get a read on the situation, but all things considered, she was glad things had worked out the way they did. Right when she thought she had gotten over it this morning, her visit to Rarity's placed the matter right back at the forefront of her mind, left with little else to do but think inbetween idle gossip as the fashionista got busy on her new design.

The top wasn't ready yet, for which Nora had been glad. If Twilight had found her in her slighlty racy outfit, it would have simply thrown another layer of dread on the growing pile when she stumbled upon her in that alley. Fortunately, it seemed she had found the human there more or less by chance. If she had overheard ponies talking about her, though, that was still very bad. Nora just counted her blessings that she hadn't heard too much.

She hung out a while longer, though not much conversation occurred. It was getting really late, now, the moon visible from the view in the window, striking against the dark skyline.

"Well," came a chirp from Twilight, eventually, "I'd better let you get home. Or you're welcome to stay here, if you prefer. Either way, I think I need to get to bed," she said, proving the point with a yawn and a stretch.

"Thanks for the offer to crash, Twi," said Nora, feeling giddy from the emotional whirlpool she'd escaped from as well as her own growing tiredness. "I'll head on home, though."

She got up, leaving the warmth of her quilted cocoon, the duvet dropping to the floor. Her host followed suit, though instead folded her blanket, placing it neatly on the table. Neuroses know no sleep, it seems.

As the two absconded for the foyer, the imposing entrance to the grandiose castle, Nora led the way, hearing the pitter patter of pony hoofsteps behind her.

"Oh, um, actually, Nora..."

She turned her head, meeting Twilight's gaze. She looked slightly anxious about what she was going to say, which was not entirely unlike her. Apparently she had been a real shut-in before moving here. It was simultaneously easy and difficult to imagine.

"If you're headed back through the square, past Mane Street," she said, smiling with slight but noticeable discomfort. "You should be careful. When I was looking for you I heard... things. Apparently, there's a - oh, how do I say this...?"

Just where was this heading? Nora didn't know, but she had a feeling she wouldn't like it.

"There's... there's a... well, a merchant in town. One you should avoid."

"A merchant?" Nora raised an eyebrow quizically. This was certainly a strange thing to bring up right as she was about to go home.

"Yes. Only, this merchant doesn't sell things during the day, she opens herself at night. Opens shop, that is. And what she sells, well..."

Twilight had turned from soft purple to bright red.

"Are you okay, Twi? You look a little feverish."

She reached down to touch her forehead, but a hoof swatted her away. The pony stood upright, finding the ability to speak once more.

"She sells..."

Nothing.

Nora waved a hand in front of the princess' face to check she was still with her. Pupils traced the movement of her digits.

"She sells, experiences. She offers to spend time with, um, lonely stallions. If that... means anything to you."

Excuse me... WHAT?!

Nora exhaled sharply, hurting her chest. Just as things had calmed down, her survival instancts finally dropped, Twi drops this bombshell. She must have looked immediately flustered, because Twilight hastily tried course correcting, doubling down on trying to explain things to her.

"What I mean is, she sells the concept of... time with herself, to... oh, that's no good, how do I put this..."

Catching herself, Nora steadied her breathing, trying her damndest to keep a straight face. Somehow Twilight looked the more flustered of the two. It occurred to Nora that, the way she was putting this, dancing around the subject with her words, the princess of friendship may have thought that she didn't know what a prostitute was. They had never exactly discussed that part of human society in their talks, funnily enough.

"I know what you mean, Twi," she said plainly.

Twilight breathed a sigh of relief, wiping her brow, clearly overcome with happiness at not having to shatter the innocence of her alien friend. Nora was relieved, too, in a way. If Twilight was putting on kid gloves with her on this issue, it certainly suggested she wouldn't think she was the whore in question. But the mere fact that she had caught wind of it at all... this had all resulted from that stupid argument...

"So you know I'm talking about a 'lady of the evening'?" Twilight questioned.

"Yes, Twi, I get you, I get you," replied Nora, miming pushing her away with her hands. This was one avenue of discussion she was less than thrilled to be having. It seemed those came in bundles, the way her night was going.

"Phew," exclaimed the mare. "I'm glad I don't have to go into detail there."

After pausing for a second, the pair both regaining ther respective composure, she spoke up again.

"Anyway, I heard some boorish looking colts on Hay Road talking about her, near the station. I don't think she's been in town long, but apparently she's taken to skulking about the streets at night, coaxing ponies in. You'll want to steer clear."

"Hehe, wouldn't want to get caught up in all that," she said behind gritted teeth. "Thanks for the heads up, Twi."

"No problem," she returned, smiling again. "I wasn't sure if I should call in the guard, honestly. I mean, what consenting ponies do behind closed doors is their business and all, but the thought of hapless bystander crossing paths with her by accident... heck, you could have easily run into her tonight if I hadn't found you!"

"Don't call the guard!" Nora said in a panic, before realizing how that sounded. Sweating, she tried to talk her way out of her outburst. "What I mean is, that might just draw in more attention. If she's smart she'll move on soon, and we won't have to worry."

"Yeah, you're right."

Another yawn from Twilight broke the brief silence.

"Well, anyway, be careful. Remember what we talked about - if you need me, I'm only a skip across town."

"If you're not off saving the world," Nora quipped, her brain defaulting to trying to inject some levity into the situation. "I appreciate it, Twi. See ya around."

The following day proved uneventful, but Nora's mind kept returning to last night. Twilight knew far too much for her liking. She had been unable to relax all day, worrying over how she would operate now that her business was becoming more and more public. Sure, she could touch base with ponies like Rich during the day, but those relationships were few and far between - most of her sex came from relative strangers, negotiated in that alley. An alley Twilight Sparkle had confronted her in only yesterday.

She didn't like it - her place of work had been compromised, at least partially. She resolved to head there tonight discreetly. Something had to be done, but she wasn't quite sure what.

Still, the talk with Twilight had brought some good news. As well as their friendship being thoroughly bandaged, she did seem to confirm that she had no suspicions on Nora. For now, at least. What's a nympho to do under such watchful eyes?

She wasted most of the day doing chores, unable to concentrate on much else. She had thought about seeking out her other buds to say hi, but she felt she wouldn't be in an ideal state for lighthearted fun right now. The thought of enduring Pinkie's antics in particular seemed harrowing for the moment. A party cannon should not be within fifty foot of one in such a nervous state.

As the evening drew closer, Nora felt more and more nervous, hovering around her house doing nothing in particular. She lost the will to sweep the floors after the third time she'd done it - cleaning could be therapeutic, but there was only so much one can take. She sat on her couch, drumming her fingers along her legs idly, staring at the clock on the wall.

She hadn't gotten any since yesterday morning, and wanted to change that. All the same, a sense of risk attached itself to her job now, which terrified her, but didn't deter her. Maybe, in some small way, it even excited her, but she was confident that was just withdrawal symptoms kicking in. Looking back on her opening weeks in Ponyville, she wondered just how she'd managed to go such a long time without sex. Now that she had so much supply, her demand had been growing. She contemplated if perhaps it'd be best if she just took the night off, but her burning need to scope out the area and at least check if it was safe from prying alicorns won over.

She left for her usual spot early, not able to stand the boredom or the anticipation. There were still ponies milling about as the night's haze set in, starting to envelop the town, but some sunlight still winning out. The colors mixed as deep blues and purples swirling into oranges and yellows, light and dark at war. Her mind drifted to the sibling monarchs that managed such affairs. She pictured them having a little squabble every day when this happened, slapping their hooves at each other in a foalish manner until either day or night was victorious, and the sun rose or set accordingly. It was a cute thought, though very unlikely to be accurate.

When she reached her stomping grounds, she focused her attention again, if briefly. She had hardly noticed how quickly she'd been walking. Settling in to nestle herself against the familiar and welcoming brick and mortar, she waited with a sigh. She knew she shouldn't have gotten here so early, she'd only be bored. Even on a good day, stallions generally didn't show up this quick - or at least if they did, she wouldn't normally be here.

Nora closed here eyes as the fading sounds of distant hoofsteps reached her ears, the only hustle and bustle to speak of in a soon to be stagnant town.

"...ra?"

Eh... wuh?

"Nor..."

Nora opened her eyes lazily, her face kissing the wall of the alley she leaned against, grit and gravel clinging to her cheek.

"Um... Nora?"

She pulled herself off the wall with a yawn, dusting herself off, before realizing she had been asleep.

Jeez, not a good look...

She met eyes with the little pony who had stirred her from her slumber.

"Oh, Quill? I'm glad you're here."

Her blue companion blushed deep red at once, but pushed passed it.

"Really?" he said, looking pleased with himself for just a second before shaking his head, snapping himself out of it. "I, uh... if this is a bad time-"

"No, no, you're good. I don't even know what time it is, heh..."

He looked at her with uncertainty, but didn't break eye contact. "It's a little after midnight."

Yikes!

Nora had to work to not visibly react. "Ah, I see. That's... late."

She didn't normally stay out this long. She still had to get plenty of beauty sleep, after all. Her work was physically draining. Since ponies seemed to keep good sleeping routines for the most part, she wouldn't have expected much custom at this hour, either.

"Is this some sort of trend I don't know about?" she asked, replying more to her own thoughts than anything else.

"I'm... sorry?" replied Quill Heart, confused. His nerves seemed to be kept in check by the oddity of their meeting so far.

"Are ponies staying up super late now, or something? Maybe everyone just decided they hate awesome, mind-blowing sex?"

"Uh..."

"Heh, sorry," she said, catching herself getting carried away. "You're the first pony that's stopped by in two nights, is all."

"Is that unusual?"

She realized that she may have outed herself as slightly sluttier than intended, there. Which is impressive for a known sex worker.

"I guess," she replied, before resolving to change the subject. "You're back."

"Yeah. I, uh... wanted to apologize. For last time-"

She cut him off with a dramatic hand wave, slicing the air between them with enough velocity to fan him slightly with her movements. "I won't have any of that," she said, adopting a serious expression. "You were just nervous, right? It was actually going great. I was just surprised by... it... is all. And you vanished before I could say anything."

Nora suddenly remembered something that had occurred to her that night. Checking his head, she noticed a distinct lack of horn. He seemed to be earth pony, through and through. That was... odd. Had she simply imagine seeing a light before he disappeared?

While Nora was on the verge of some crisis of clarity, Quill looked relieved, glad that his prematurity hadn't sullied things forever. He still looked kind of guilty, too, but for him, this was a step up in confidence. "So, does that mean you'd be willing to, y'know, try again?"

His question took Nora out of investigation mode and pulled her into business mode. "Of course!" she said, perhaps a little too eagerly. Still, the stallion seemed to appreciate the enthusiasm, a smile curling up his lips.

He pulled out a pouch of bits from... somewhere. Just where ponies kept things on their person, Nora didn't know. Pinkie could pull a party cannon from the ether, it seemed, along with a host of other objects. It was a little disconcerting, living in a land that seemed to operate on a degree of cartoon logic.

She emptied out half of the bag, stuffing the bits into her own pockets, before handing it back. "Half off," she decreed with some authority. "Since we didn't finish things last time."

She was also just glad to be working again, but she didn't let that spill.

The duo set off, walking to Quill's place to do the deed. Since she'd taken the journey recently, she didn't need Quill to lead her this time. To her surprise, this time he actually made an effort to converse with her en route, piping up around half way to their destination.

"So, you were... asleep, huh?"

As the two trotted down Ponyville's streets, the break in the silence caught her off guard, her flustered face failing to hide the mild embarrassment at having been caught dozing in an alley.

"Y-Yeah, I guess. I just, didn't have a great night last night, y'know? Made it hard to sleep, I suppose."

The pony seemed surprisingly contemplative at this answer.

"Well, sleep is important."

"Not to you, apprently," she quipped. "If I hadn't nodded off, you'd have missed me today."

"I work nights," he said, divulging personal information willingly for what may have been the first time.

"I guess you'd know about struggling to sleep, then. What do you do?"

Nora was genuinely curious. She had heard that some pony cities were more like the cities she knew from Earth, never truly sleeping, but quiet, country-based Ponyville was usually pretty dead at this time. She couldn't imagine much call for night time workers, excluding her good self, of course.

"I'm a, uh... writer," he said, after a pause. Nora may have been imagining it, but she could have sworn he had just checked his own cutie mark before responding, the scroll and inkwell a sign of his calling.

Nora knew that not every pony had a job relating to the tattoo-like icons on their rear; sometimes it was just a hobby, or indicated some sort of vague concept like hope, or love, or compassion or some such garbage. Some also seemed to reveal family lineage, like the Apples. What an Apple would do if they preferred another fruit, Nora didn't know.

"Not using me as inspiration for anything saucy, are you?" she teased, immediately regretting her decision upon seeing his aghast reaction.

Quill stopped in his tracks, sputtering and stammering, a bashful hoof covering his snout. "O-Of course not! I would never! I-I just write for a, um, a newspaper, is all!"

She poked him on the nose. "Just teasing, hon."

She didn't particularly mind the idea of somepony basing a steamy romancy novel off of her, anyhow. It was actually kind of flattering. She conjured up some cheesy titles in her head: 'Love on Two Legs', 'Human Hearts After Dark', 'Hand Over Hoof: A Story of Human Love' - the list went on. She wondered if she had a knack for this, herself.

"So, what paper do you write for?"

"The Canterlot Informer."

She hadn't heard of it, unsurprisingly. She'd yet to venture far from Ponyville, and hadn't been to any of the big settlements before.

"Canterlot, eh? That's a way away, isn't it?"

"They take submissions by mail. I, uh, travel."

"Well, I'll look out for any of your articles if I'm ever there."

"I write under a pseudonym."

His expression after stating this was hard to read. It almost looked like he surprised himself with the comment, and was pleased with what he arrived at. Like he'd taken a guess and somehow reached the correct answer.

A question occurred to her, something that she knew she shouldn't ask, but she couldn't help herself.

"Is 'Quill Heart' another pseudonym?"

He looked totally taken aback by her remark, like prey caught in a snare.

"I..."

As 'Quill' shrank under her gaze, almost fearfully, Nora was worried that she blew it, and almost expected him to run off.

"I guess so," he finally stated frankly, standing up straight once more. She hadn't expected that level of candid from him just yet.

"Well, it's no biggie, really," she assured, giving his soft mane a tousle. "It's not like you're seeing a doctor or a carpenter or something. We're talking paid sex. This kind of arrangement is taboo, right?"

Her question wasn't rhetorical, she was actually hoping to get some info here, since she had a hard time judging that herself sometimes.

"Y-Yeah..."

"So it makes sense some ponies don't want everypony knowing their business. I'm discreet as can be, sweetie - trust me - but if it's what makes you comfortable, I'll keep calling you Quill."

He seemed assured by this. "T-Thanks."

They finally arrived at the house, looking much the same as it did before, both inside and out. It looked like he'd hardly been here since their last encounter. As Nora walked through the front door, she noticed a layer of dust over most of the downstairs furniture. Weird.

"Why don't you head upstairs," she suggested. "I'll just be a minute."

Quill did as he was told, looking a lot more self-assured now that the cat was out of the bag. At least, it had a paw out. Nora felt there was more to uncover.

As he trotted upstairs, she moved to the kitchen, looking to procure a glass of water. She opened a cupboard affixed to the wall, only to find it empty. Trying another built into the counter, she found more nothing. In turn, she tried every drawer, every cupboard, every nook and cranny, and didn't happen upon one bit of tableware. Not a stray spoon, not a wandering salt-shaker. Again, weird.

She brushed it off for now, deciding that she had some fucking to do. Strolling upstairs to meet Quill in the bedroom, the scene felt familair, but she had some hope that it would go better this time.

"Well," she began. "I'm yours."

Quill, who was sat on the bed, looked at her with a nervous smile. "Well, whatever you want to do is fine, really."

Damn it, pony boy, she internally chastised, that's not how this works!

"You paid for me, remember, hon? You technically own my body right now," she said, getting close to him. She placed a hand behind where he sat on the bed and rubbed her chest against his. "I'm here for you. What you say, goes. Like I said, if we reach any red lines, I'll let you know."

Quill was blushing up a storm from her flirting, looking like he could pass out from the blood shooting to his head. "I guess we could... pick up... where we left off..."

He barely got the words out, his jaws seeming to want to clamp shut.

"Good boy," she said, rewarding him with a chaste kiss on the lips. "Does that mean you're ready to go inside?"

Please say yes, please say yes, please say yes, please say yes...

"Yes..."

Yes!

Nora needed this. While she had been more inquisitive than anything on their joruney here, the mystery clinging to this colt too much to ignore, now that they were in more routine territory, her carnal instincts took over. It was as though all her frustrations from last night boiled over into a cloud of lust that was now taking hold of her. And as much as Quill clearly knew how to use his tongue, if their previous encounter was anything to go by, right now, nothing would satisfy her but pure, raw, penetrative sex.

She threw off her clothes, slinging apparel this way and that like some sort of tornado of fabric. At once, she position herself on the bed, poised on all fours with her face by the head of the bed, waiting for Quill to begin.

She felt a tentative hoof fondle her pussy, and in the quiet of the room, she could hear each and every breath the stallion took. It occurred to her that he was seeing her intimate area properly for the first time, since last time he'd opted to eat her out through her panties. Man, that was hot.

As he rubbed her gently, she exhaled deeply, savoring the sensation. Many of her clients lately had been so take-charge, she sort of missed having to guide less experienced studs along like this. There was a thrill to be had in showing them the ropes, teaching them how to screw. She was always the one getting railed, and yet on more than one occasion, Nora felt as though she was also the one doing the deflowering, snatching away her partner's innocence. It made her feel sexually powerful, like some temptress that could allure any male she wanted.

She could see Quill's rising affection out of the corner of her eye, now at full mast. He brought his snout in to her rear, and she thought he was going to start eating her out, but instead her took a quick whiff of her scent and then positioned himself to enter her. She was grateful, needing it bad. As a pair of hooves found her rump, she leaned over more, resting her head on one of the bed's pillows, inhaling sharply in preparation.

She felt Quill's weight against her ass, his body propped up against hers as he balanced two legs on the bed and two legs on Nora. In just a few moments, she felt his shaft poking at her entrance. Then, he paused.

Nora looked back over her shoulder and saw him lingering there. "Just do what feels natural, okay, sweetie? You'll see, it's easy."

He nodded once at her, steeling himself.

He slipped in slowly, his head pushing past her lower lips without much difficulty, much to Nora's relief. As he continued worked his way in, Quill moved his body forward to accommodate the change, placing one of his forehooves on the bed below the pair for stability as he pushed up on Nora. She gritted her teeth as he filled her, the familiar sensation bringing her some relief; eager as she was to get a pounding, she knew she wouldn't have long to wait now.

When Quill was mostly in, he stopped, then retracted slightly, before thrusting forward again, his barrel making contact with her butt as he did so. Nora shivered in delight. He was still pretty slow and deliberate with his movements, which was to be expected for his first time, but the movement he provided was enough to get the ball rolling nonetheless. He moved back again, pulling out about a third of his length, before lunging, most of his size now inside Nora.

As Quill got used to fucking, Nora relished in its familiarity. Even if Quill didn't have experience, he made up for that with one thing, and one thing alone: being a stallion. A mouth-watering, big-balled, fuzzy little schlong-carrying stallion. Just like they all were. When Nora had sex with men, she enjoyed it, but it could be hit or miss. Sometimes you got a selfish lover, or one who didn't have much skill, and it really soured the mood. Stallions, she was pretty sure, couldn't be bad at sex, per se - just more or less proficient than one another. Because unlike humans, even a stallion that was otherwise lacking in the bedroom had many things going for him just by virtue of his species: his size, his tongue, and his equine sensibilities - that is to say, his tenacity. There was just something so animalistic, so primally satisfying about getting freaky on four legs, and her beloved ponies never disappointed.

Quill started to pick up the pace a little, rocking back and forth behind her. She felt his weight shifting, his hooves digging into the flesh on her rear more as he moved forward, putting more pressure on her, then the hold softening as he pulled back, able to stand more under his own support. He had already gotten a decent rhythm going, which was honestly half the battle sometimes.

It was funny, Nora thought, how submissive she felt at times like this, even in the presence of such an unintimidating colt. The sheer sexual dominance that stallions exuded without even trying blew her away. Right now, as Quill pulverised her pussy, she would have done damn near anything he asked if it meant he didn't stop. His only weakness was his own mind. She supposed that was why Filthy Rich was a favorite of hers; he was one of the few ponies to actually indulge in pushing against the line. Making her have risky sex in his office, treating her like some slutty secretary... she wanted more of that kind of thing. Sometimes these ponies were too nice for their own damn good.

She felt Quill hilt her, the whole mass of his cock burying itself in her for the first time, and she raised her head with a silent cry. It was as though he was unknowingly reprimanding her for thinking about somepony else, even for a second.

"S-Sorry..."

"Ah~ you'll only be sorry... if you don't do that again!"

He didn't respond, but made good on her request anyway, taking longer thrust so that he could go deeper. Nora squealed in a most unladylike fashion.

Now that Quill was firing on all cylinders, as it were, using the entirety of his god-given tool, he retracted his remaining hoof from Nora's ass and placed it next to her right elbow. He stood over her now, her back scraping against the underside of his barrel, fur tickling her as they slid back and forth. With each movement he inched his head closer to hers, until she could feel his chin against her lower neck. With this range of motion, Quill didn't have to do as much work, abandoning the technique of pulling out a good portion of his length only to fill Nora up again, and instead opting to keep most of his shaft fully inside her, gyrating his hips wildly to stimulate her. It was like having a vibrating horse dildo, the ferocity of Quill's incremental movements sending Nora over the edge.

She gripped his left hoof with her hand, holding onto it for dear life, while she raised her right hand to his side, slapping him lightly to signal him to keep going.

"Oh, fuck me you little... you..."

Nora couldn't stop what was about to happen, her juices gushing out as her orgasm hit. Her eyes rolled up in their sockets as her mind briefly went blank from the pleasure. She rode out the orgasm for a good half a minute, Quill showing no signs of slowing down. She felt his hot breath on her neck, making her hairs stand up.

Well, he had outlasted her. That was certainly a step up from their first meeting. Sure, he may have had a slight advantage from her being a little sexually frustrated, but still, Nora was impressed with the display.

Good job, cutie. Knew you could do it.

She did feel Quill tense up shortly after this, and the telltale sign told her to prepare. She continued gripping his hoof, while also tugging on the sheets with her other hand, knowing that this would take a lot out of her. Or more accurately, put a lot into her. Semantics.

He snorted, and she felt his movements slow slightly. "I think I'm... Nora, I'm..."

Apparently the news hit her before it hit him, which was amusing. She just laid in place, offering herself as a receptical for his seed.

The first spurt hit like a freight train, which it always did. Having ponies finish inside was a lot of fun, but damn. Having braced herself well, she was ready for the impact, but the sensation was still overwhelming. She wondered if she would ever get used to it. When his second shot unleashed, she started to feel full. Quantity could be an issue with stallion cum. When his cock twitched yet again, unloading more semen, she felt it strart to leak out, mixing with the existing wetness around her pussy and dripping onto the bed. His fourth and final shot did the same, her insides well and truly pressurized, functioning like some kind of elaborate hydraulic system that ran on horse sperm. Well, saying that Nora ran on horse sperm wasn't entirely inaccurate these days...

Quill huffed and puffed, trying to calm his frantic breathing above her. "Wow..."

He unsheathed himself, causing heaps more of his love to spill out. Nora turned to face him.

"Pretty good, eh?" she asked between her own breaths. He nodded with an earnest smile.

"I've wanted this for so long..."

Quill collapsed next to her on the bed, and she turned to lay on her side, the two facing each other.

"It's pretty late. Can I stay the night? No problem if that's a no, but-"

"Yes! I mean, um, please, feel free..."

He was blushing again. Cute.

Nora resolved to figure him out, some day. She figured he'd come see her again. She'd come see herself again after a night like this.

"I-If you want the bed..."

It took her a moment to realize what he was insinuating.

"Don't be stupid," she said, giving him a playful slap. "After what we just did, I'm not bothered about sleeping next to you."

"Okay."

"...You can cuddle me, too, if you want."

To her mild surprise, he did scoot a little closer at the invitation, wrapping a hoof around her side.

Before closing his eyes, he offered his parting words.

"Pleasant dreams."

Nora awoke before she even realized she had fallen asleep. She must have been out like a light, despite getting a street nap earlier. Sunlight crept in through the upstairs windows, signalling the rise of the new day. She felt good - better than usual, but couldn't really explain why. She still had things to worry about, after all. Nonetheless, she'd had a good sleep. Just what time was it?

She shifted slightly, sitting on the bed, still naked and a little sticky. A shower wouldn't go amiss. She immediately noticed the absence of a pony next to her, however. Wandering downstairs, she looked for the errant Quill, to no avail. It looked like he wasn't home. She didn't see any note, either, but didn't take it personally. Still, if he worked nights, she was surprised he wasn't going to just sleep the day away. She knew she would. Why a writer needed to work nights in the first place, she didn't know, but if he was a freelancer, perhaps he just chose his own hours. Nora felt like more of a night person, herself, and that was only partially due to the fact that that was when she had the most 'fun'.

She crept into Quill's bathroom, before remembering what a state it was in. Apparently he wasn't a fan of cleaning. The bathtub at the end of the small room was a little grimy - too much so for her tastes. She figured she could get dressed and dart home for a wash.

As she dressed herself, her mind wandered back to the chance encounter with Twilight from the night before last. She would have to tread carefully for the time being, but if she got through yesterday unaccosted, she figured the princess might just make good on her statement about not involving the guard. Might.

Letting that thought sit for now, Nora pondered her plans for the day. She'd already done just about every household chore that she'd been neglecting at least twice over yesterday, and she didn't have any pre-arranged plans, so it looked like she was a free spirit today. Maybe she'd go nuts and get one of those mega ice cream sundaes Pinkie made, or watch one of Dash's flight routines. Heck, she was even in the mood to be probed for information on human culture by Twilight, since it had been a while.

Walking out the front door without much of a care, Nora knew one thing: she was going to seize the day.