Gilda sat in the waiting room of the twenty-four hour clinic while Wallflower was in the back getting a Plan B pill, getting a prescription for birth control pills and getting fitted for a diaphragm. The green-skinned girl, after being introduced to an other-world pony sex drug, having her mouth and throat toughly violated by Big Mamma and Night Lady in their test to see if they wanted her to move up to their classy bordellos and sex clubs...which she passed with flying colors, and finally getting her lower holes roughly run through one at a time by the two madams' burly and very horny guards, she was still horny. As much as Gilda wanted to take the girl back to her place and absolutely run her ragged...which she was very much going to do, she had promised Night Lady and Big Mamma regardless how the testing went that she'd take Wallflower to this clinic to get her everything she needed to continue to do her sex work in a safer manner. She should have kicked her own ass for not doing it sooner, and the two madams didn't have to say anything to voice their displeasure.

Gilda was sure the two madams would discipline her, she just didn't know how they would do it. Nothing so drastic as kick the shit out of her or trash her shop or send some bite-y cracked out whore to work the hole. They'd probably slice off another ten percent from her shop for their weekly cut, maybe make her work her own gloryhole for a few months. It wouldn't be the first time when working for them she had sucked dick and spread her thighs to earn money.

The memory of how she had come to work under Night Lady and Big Mamma was burned into Gilda's memory like a brand.

Gilda had been just another high school dropout from Aerie Heights, a former suburb of Canterlot City that was a craphole ate up with drugs and gangs and crime. In the last few decades the city limits of Canterlot City had expanded until it subsumed Aerie Heights, turning it into another section of bad neighborhoods on the south side that was eaten through with poverty, drugs and crime.

Just like many of the other denizens of Aerie Heights, Gilda was just another dropout on the fast track to prison or an early grave, probably both. It didn't take her long to get mixed up in crime, just like many other residents of Aerie Heights. Her criminal career started out cracking drunks over the head who were stumbling home from the various bars and rifling through their pockets for any lose cash and anything that could be sold to a local fence. It wasn't long before one of the local gangs, The Ghastly Gougers, took notice of her, and they approached her with an offer, join now or get her head kicked in repeatedly until she agreed to join.

Naturally Gilda agreed to join right away. The leader of the gang gave her two options, spread her legs and let every guy get up in her guts, becoming a biatch, or hold her own against the ten toughest, meanest thugs in the crew for five minutes in a beat-in. Because biatches never earned any respect, only serving as warm holes for the rest of the thugs when they wanted some ass, she chose the beat-in.

For two years Gilda was a hard-ass gangbanger. She was no stranger to violence, blood, death or the cops. Many of her fellow gang members that were there when she joined either became just another statistic of the 'hood, laying face-down in the gutter, their bodies riddled with bullet holes or knife wounds, or the other type of 'hood statistic, the type that saw them rotting away behind bars in a prison somewhere upstate.

Though being part of The Ghastly Gougers gave Gilda some small sense of belonging, she never really liked it. She wanted to do something legit, something that didn't have to involve having to fight another gang for the control of a street corner or an alleyway or a section of a block so they could sell drugs to get money so they could buy more drugs to sell, or robbing stores and pedestrians, or threatening merchants for protection money, or hiding from the cops when they rolled in deep looking to satisfy their monthly arrest quota. Not that she'd tell her fellow gangbangers, they'd just kick her ass and call her soft, or a pussy-ass, or something else degrading that would destroy one another's self-esteem and keep them locked in a vicious and downwards cycle.

Then simultaneously the worst and best day of her life happened.

Gilda had chose to go along with her fellow gangsters and run some break-ins on the west side of town, far outside their usual turf. It was supposed to be a series of typical B-N-E jobs on some homes where well-to-do people lived. The jobs were supposed to be easy, kick in the front door of houses of people with money while they were off on their pricey vacations, rummage their homes for any loose cash, snatch up everything of value they could carry and dump it all in one of the box vans they had boosted for that very purpose.

The first three houses had gone typical for B-N-E jobs. Doors were kicked in and gangsters rummaged through the homes. Stashed in the box vans were thousands of dollars worth of expensive flat-screen TVs, desktop and laptop computers, and pricey jewelry, not the cheap, gaudy crap they sold at gas stations, but the good stuff that came from jewelry stores, necklaces, bracelets and rings all made from real gold and studded with all sorts of diamonds and rubies and emeralds and other precious stones.

It was the next house that would turn out to be the event that bring Gilda's criminal career crashing around her ears, nearly costing her life, and serve as the pivot point to turn her life around.

The house, though a bit on the small-ish side for this part of town, was still opulent and offered an irresistible siren song of pricey items to be pilfered. This time Gilda had opted to be the first one inside. Lining up her foot with the door, she gave it a mighty kick. With a satisfying crunch, the latch broke away from the frame and the door swung inwards on its hinges.

Gilda rushed into the house and up the stairs to the second floor where she knew the primo jewelry held in mother-of-pearl lined boxes atop dresser and loose cash stashed in bedside night tables or inside false book on shelves, while the rest of her gang-mates spread out through the house. However this was not meant to be.

As Gilda neared the top landing of the stairs, she came face-to-face with a tall, dark blue-skinned woman brandishing a chrome pistol. Three loud bangs followed by three points of white-hot pain blossoming in her belly sent her tumbling down the stairs to the first landing. Surprised shouts, followed by several more bangs, footfalls and the squealing of tires, and Gilda knew that her gang-mates had abandoned her to bleed to death in this home. As darkness consumed her vision, a blurry shape loomed above saying something muffled and incomprehensible.

Gilda woke up wearing nothing but a thin green gown and handcuffed to a hospital bed. In the corner was a smartly dressed woman who almost immediately rushed out of the room as soon as the wounded gangbanger awoke. A moment later two tall women walked into the room, one with pale white skin and pastel rainbow-colored hair, the other had dark blue skin and hair that looked like the night sky.

Gilda knew who they were, everybody with even a drop of street smarts or who knew the red light districts in Canterlot City knew who they were, but they still introduced themselves. They told her that if she signed a contract and worked for them, they'd convince the judge to show leniency. She'd also have to quit the gang and turn state's witness against the leadership of The Ghastly Gougers.

Gilda wasn't enthused with snitching on her fellow gang-mates and working as a whore, but it beat being cuffed to this hospital bed until she was healthy enough to stand before a judge and then rotting away a decade or more in a cage for home invasion and grand theft after being convicted. So she agreed to their terms.

Night Lady and Big Mamma had kept their end of the bargain. The judge showed leniency on Gilda when she stood before him, her new employers had even supplied her with a good lawyer, not an underpaid and overworked public defender, but an honest-to-goodness attourney. She was sentenced to a year in jail, four years of probation and one thousand hours of community service in return for her testimony against the leader of The Ghastly Gougers, a two-bit, penny ante thug by the name of Gregory, who had all of the aspirations to become Canterlot City's next big crime lord, but none of the business acumen or intelligence. He also had a penchant for taking middle school-aged girls to his bed. Gregory was sentenced to twenty years upstate for human trafficking, along with an extra thirty-five years for a multitude of other charges. The remainder of the leaders of The Ghastly Gougers either surrendered, and got a dime at the state farm for drug peddling and other gang-related activities, tried to fight back against the cops and found their criminal careers ended in a hail of bullets, or fled town to parts unknown, seeking their ill-gotten fortunes elsewhere. The lower ranks of the crew either spent a nickle in a cage, went legit or skipped town.

Word quickly spread through Aerie Heights that Big Mamma and Night Lady were moving in and cleaning the place up. Most of the gangbangers chose to go legit and find real jobs or skip town, the few that resisted found themselves locked up. The two madams moved quickly, bringing tons of urban renewal projects to tear down abandoned and crumbling houses and tenements, and put up libraries, parks, rehab clinics, schools, day care centers, and decent and affordable apartment complexes. They built respect and rapport with the locals, which helped the authorities to root out drug dens, drug labs, and illegal, unlicensed brothels. They of course set up three red light districts where respectable, though not necessarily high class, establishments where sex workers, working under their purview of course, could ply their flesh trade in safer, clean settings.

For five years Gilda dutifully worked under Night Lady and Big Mamma, servicing men and women. During that time there she managed to accrue a decent amount in her bank account, which she used to buy a small house. When her contract was up with them, she set out to find her next new business venture. That's when she bumped into a local motorcycle club, the Lion Eagles. She fell in love almost immediately with the rumbling, roaring machines they sat astride, and before long when she wasn't working as a bouncer at local clubs or security for the two madams, she was cruising around town on a rumbling, roaring motorcycle or racing around a track on her own steel horse, or whooping it up with the Lion Eagles at their favorite bars. She earned the nickname Bad Gee when tossing out rowdy drunks who were harassing bar patrons or looking for a fight, and it stuck.

Over time Gilda built up enough money from her winnings at the racetrack or working security at one of the many red light district sex clubs to open up her own sex shop in a red light district on the east side of town, Flesh-N-Fun-4-U. She offered the usual sex shop goodies: Naughty lingerie, sex toys, porno videos, and potions and lotions for every hole. For those in the know, she offered a hole in the wall in a back room that always offered a warm, wet and willing hole on the other side.

For three years Gilda ran Flesh-N-Fun-4-U when a green-skinned girl with freckles walked in to apply for the gloryhole.

Gilda was snapped out of her musings on the past by the creak of a door and the sound of tennis shoes on vinyl tiles walking up. "Hey there, freckles! How ya feelin'?"

Wallflower was awkwardly holding a small plastic bag. "Ugh! They poked and prodded my twat for like twenty minutes after I spent thirty minutes answering all sorts of questions. Then I spent the last ten minutes fitting me with these little rubber cups in my cooter until they said, and I quote, 'Found my right size.', end quote. Then they spent five minutes lecturing me on how to properly use birth control pills. Ugh! Who'd have thought talking to me about anti-baby pills would be so bo-oooor-ing! Then they gave me a bunch of pamphlets on birth control, abortion, STDs and pregnancy, a little wheel of birth control pills and a Plan B pill. They said the Plan B might give me cramps and make me nauseous, and to take it within the next thirty-six hours."

Gilda spun the key ring of her motorcycle on her finger as she stood up. "So I guess I'll take you ho--mmph!"

Wallflower pressed her lips to Bad Gee's and started roughly kissing her.

After the initial shock wore off, Bad Gee aggressively leaned into the kiss and used her tongue to batter the green-skinned girl's into submission. She then snaked a hand around Wallflower's back and started groping her ass, her other hand slid up the girl's shirt, under her bra and started groping a tit.

As Bad Gee's tongue battered her own into submission, Wallflower moaned into the kiss as the biker chick's rough hands groped her ass and tit. Parting from the kiss, thin lines of spit connecting their lips, she looked the biker chick in the eyes and whispered, "I want you to take me to your place and treat me like a dirty whore. When I go back home on Monday, I want to be limping."

Bad Gee roughly grabbed Wallflower by the wrist and pulled out the front door of the clinic. "Come on, bitch! The more time we waste here talkin', the less time we have for fuckin'!"

Bad Gee rode quickly through the night, she and Wallflower astride her steel pony. She opted to take the backstreets and alleys to avoid most of the traffic and stoplights. The few stoplights they were forced to use always seemed to have a line of traffic. She would rev the motorcycle's motor at those stops, using the engine's vibrations to stimulate herself and Wallflower. The green-skinned girl went from hanging on tightly to the biker chick's waist to getting handsy, letting her hands creep down to grip and brush at leather-clad inner thighs and groin. At one stop Wallflower let her hands slip under Bad Gee's shirt and play with her braless A-minus breasts.

Because Bad Gee was damn near a flattop, she didn't need to wear a bra for support, so when she decided to go braless, she'd pull her leather jacket tightly around her torso to hide any pointy nipple situations. Wallflower didn't let any lookers-on stop her, nor when Bad Gee roared away from the stop light, did it stop her fondling the biker chick's nearly flat chest, rolling steel-hard nipples between her thumbs and forefingers.

Bad Gee rolled her motorcycle up the driveway of her house and into the garage. Switching off the ignition, she flipped the kickstand down and swung a leg over, getting up from the steel machine.

Before Wallflower could do the same, Bad Gee roughly grabbed a fistful of hair at the back of Wallflower's head and roughly yanked her upright. The green-skinned girl let out a yelp of surprised pain before being shoved back-first into a wall.

Bad Gee pinned Wallflower to the wall and violently pressed her mouth into Wallflower's, tongue-fucking the girl's mouth. She roughly ground her knee into the girl's crotch, causing her to moan into the violent make out session. She shot her right hand under the girl's shirt, sharply pinching a nipple and causing her to let a muffled yelp into the rough kiss. She awkwardly slapped the button on the wall with her left, activating the garage door closing mechanism.

Once the garage door was closed, Bad Gee parted from the kiss and hooked her left thumb into the right corner of Wallflower's mouth, pulling sharply at it until the girl's mouth was gaping open in a lopsided manner. Pulling her right hand from under the girl's shirt, she roughly gripped her neck and gave her the best bad girl sneer. "You fuckin' whore!", she snarled, hoping she sounded dangerous instead of very aroused. "You think you're fuckin' slicker'n snot on a shiny new brass doorknob, don't ya? Playin' with my tits while goin' down the road and gettin' me all fuckin' horny? What did ya thing I'd do?! Tickle your pussy and lick your asshole until you came fountains and passed out?!" She reached into her pocket and pulled out a switchblade.

Wallflower's eyes went wide at the threat of violence, fear mixed with arousal flooded her veins.

Gilda gave a wicked smirk at the slight look of fear on the girl's face. She pressed the button on the switchblade and with a loud, spring-loaded snap the blade popped out...only it wasn't a knife blade but a steel comb. She released Wallflower from her grasp, ran the comb through her hair and gave a wicked smile. She wiggled her fingers in front of the girl's face and clenched them into a fist. "Like I said before, I wouldn't do a thing to hurt a single freckle on ya, but I never said nuthin' about fist fuckin' you into oblivion. You're gonna hafta pay for playin' with my nips and gettin' me all fuckin' horny. Now get your cute ass inside before I find a real knife and cut you outta your clothes!"

As Wallflower walked past her and to the side door that led into the house from the garage, Bad Gee brought the back of her hand down across the girl's right butt cheek, causing her to jump slightly and yip.

Once inside, Wallflower went to walk over to the couch, but Bad Gee grabbed her arm, spun her around and wagged a finger in her face. "Ah-ah-aah!~ First ya gotta get them titties out."

Wallflower bit her lip as she gave Bad Gee a sultry grin. Shoving the toe of her right tennis shoe into the heel of her left, she flipped it off. She then shoved the toes of her left foot into the heel of her right shoe, flipping it off. Crossing her arms in front of her, she grasped the tail of her T-shirt and began pulling it up.

"Take it off slowly. I want to see those freckles come out like stars in the sky as the sun goes down."

As Wallflower slowly pulled the shirt up her body, Bad Gee slowly circled her like a hungry wolf that had just isolated a lamb from the herd. The biker chick salivated as the shirt rose inch after painfully slow inch, slowly revealing more and more green flesh dappled with darker green freckles.

After what felt like eternity after lustful eternity, Wallflower was free of her T-shirt. Balling it up in her hand, she dropped it at her feet. That's when Bad Gee moved in for the metaphorical kill. Rough, calloused hands grasped the green-skinned girls sides from behind and moved forward, fingers dancing across dappled flesh until they met on the girl's belly. Pulling the girl in close, the biker chick kissed and nipped at dappled shoulders.

Using the tip of her tongue to trace every freckle she could, Bad Gee gave one excruciatingly long lick along the girl's shoulder, up her neck and headed towards her ear. Calloused fingers danced up Wallflower's torso and to her bra-clad B cups.

Bad Gee yanked the cups of the green-skinned girl's bra down, exposing two green breasts dappled with darker green freckles. She licked around the circumference of Wallflower's ear as she fondled the two soft, warm mounds and tweaked her dark green nipples between her calloused thumbs and forefingers.

Small whimpers and moans leaked from Wallflower's throat between gasps and pants as she leaned back into Bad Gee. Her mind was becoming fogged from arousal and stimulation as rough hands fondled her breasts and tweaked her nipples, while the tongue was slowly tracing its way along the outer circumference of her ear. Wallflower couldn't help but grind her hips back into Bad Gee's.

Bad Gee roughly spun Wallflower until they were face-to-face. The biker chick began licking and suckling the girl's breasts like they were two scoops of pistachio ice cream. Wallflower's fingers reached into Bad Gee's hair until her fingernails were scraping the biker chick's scalp. The green-skinned girl reached behind her with a hand and undid the clasp of her bra. As soon as the undergarment went slack, Bad Gee grasped it, yanked it away from the girl's body and roughly hurled it behind her across the room.

Bad Gee pulled away from Wallflower, shed her leather jacket and snatched her sleeveless T-shirt over her head, then hurled it across the room. Her nearly-flat chest with hard, pointy nipples were on full display.

Wallflower leaned down to the right itty-bitty titty and gently kissed the nipple. This elicited a gasp from Bad Gee. Planting small, delicate kisses across the biker chick's A-minus breasts until she reached the left nipple. Opening her mouth, she began suckling on the perky cone as her tongue flicked the areola.

"Fuck!", Bad Gee hissed through clenched teeth. She threw her head back as a moan passed her lips. She roughly grasped the girl's hair as Wallflower went back and forth between each itty-bitty titty, suckling on the biker chick's hard nipples.

Bad Gee pushed Wallflower back. "Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Slow down there a minute!"

Wallflower pouted at her forced pausing of her proper worshiping of those pert and perky nipples. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing. God fuckin' dammit, I want to continue so badly! But I did say we'd get good'n fucked up before we fucked." Bad Gee walked over to a cabinet in the kitchen, opened the door and pulled out two rocks glasses. Opening the freezer, her nipples seemed to become harder as the cold air poured out, causing mist to wrap around he upper body. She pulled out a frosty bottle of brown liquor. "Let's take this party to the living room." Walking over to the entertainment stand, she opened a small smoked glass door, pulled out a little remote and pressed a button on it. Heavy metal music poured from the speakers, with throaty, growling vocals that sounded like the singer was a monster, guitars squealing with heavy distortion and fast riffs, bass lines thrummed giving the music an air of menace, and drums banged out their machine gun-fast staccato beats. She adjusted the volume until she found the level she was happy with, then returned the remote to the entertainment stand. Placing the glasses and frosty bottle of brown liquor on the coffee table, she walked over to an end table, she pulled out a small sandwich bag filled with several glistening green-gray lumps and a lighter from the small drawer. From behind one the artificial plant behind the end table she pulled a tall glass tube that had a bulb at the bottom and a small metal stem sticking out with a cup on the end.

Bad Gee walked into the kitchen and filled the glass tube partway with water from the sink. Returning to the living room, she placed the tall glass tube on the coffee table. "We're going to take some bong rips of Mendocino green-o to get blitzed and get drunk on some Jack before we fuck.", she said. When Wallflower gave her a confused look, she continued. "I did promise you we'd get smashed out of our skulls before we fuck."

Bad Gee poured a couple of inches of brown liquor in both glasses and passed one to Wallflower. The two clinked glasses and the biker chick slammed the brown liquid down. With a shudder and a wince, she placed the glass on the table. Wallflower followed suit and gulped down the liquid. Immediately a sharp alcohol burn grabbed her by the back of her throat and she forced herself to swallow it down, afraid she might choke on in. Hot vapors rose up into the back of her nose as a warm sensation hit in the pit of her stomach and began to slowly spread. "Wow!", was all she managed to rasp out as she placed the glass on the table.

"Heh! Shoulda warned ya, Jack can be kinda strong for someone who's never really drank before. Just sit back and let it settle. You'll feel real good in a couple of minutes, I promise.", Bad Gee said as she kicked off her boots. "Aah! It feels good to get outta these things!" She peeled off her socks and wiggled her toes. She leaned her head back, propped her hands on the back of her head and sighed.

As the burning alcohol vapors dissipated and the warmth of the liquor spread from her stomach to the rest of her body, Wallflower looked longingly at the topless biker chick. Those washboard abs, those rippling muscular lines up the woman's sides, those well-defined shoulders and sculpted arms made her lick her lips. She let her eyes linger on the biker's small, slightly bigger than mosquito bite breasts. The pale, very slight flesh mounds topped with dusky purple, diamond-hard nipples made her drool.

After a couple of minutes, Bad Gee sat up and leaned over to the coffee table. Opening the sandwich bad, she pulled out a single grey-green lump, held it up to her nose and deeply inhaled the danky aroma. "Aah! This is some good shit!" She held the lump in one hand and crumbled with her other, she then stuffed some of it into the little cup at the end of the metal stem sticking out of the bulb of the bong.

Bad Gee dumped the remainder of the partially crumbled lump onto the edge of the sandwich bag, brushing the errant crumbs from her palm. She picked up the lighter in one hand and the bong in the other. She propped the glass water pipe on one thigh, pressed her lips into the opening at the top and flicked her thumb across the lighter's sparker, igniting it. Pressing the yellow-orange flame into the little cup at the end of the metal stem, she held there for a moment until the grey-green crumbles began to glow orange, then inhaled deeply. The water in the bottom of the bong burbled as smoky bubbles rose through it and grey smoke filled the glass tube.

Wallflower watched intently as Bad Gee inhaled the smoke in through her mouth. A skunky smell filled the room, causing the green-skinned girl to wrinkle her nose.

Bad Gee sat upright and held her breath for a couple of seconds. She released her breath, exhaling a cloud of grey smoke, giving a few small coughs at the end. "Oooooooooh fuck yeah!", she exclaimed with a throaty moan. "That's the good shit!" She then extended her arms to Wallflower, offering her the bong and lighter.

Wallflower did as she saw Bad Gee do before. Taking in a deep, sharp breath as she held the flame of the lighter to the little cup. Almost immediately she let out sputtering coughs, expelling gouts of smoke. Her eyes watered as her lungs burned.

"Easy now.", Bad Gee said as she put one hand on Wallflower's shoulder and the other on the bong. "When taking a rip, don't huff it down quick, take it in with one long, deep breath. This is designed to make it go to your head quickly, but if you take it fast, it'll feel like your lungs are going to explode." She took the bong and lighter back, taking another rip as she demonstrated how to take a proper pull on it. She packed some more grey-green crumbles into the cup before passing it back to the girl.

As Wallflower held the lighter's flame up to the little cup, she took in a long, slow and deep breath. Once her lungs were full, she sat up and blew out a long cone of smoke. A moment later he head had a spinny, floaty feeling. "Oh wow!"

"Good shit, huh?"

Wallflower nodded.

Over the next twenty minutes the two of them alternated between taking bong rips and gulping down brown liquor.

Wallflower laid down on the couch, she felt swimmy as the alcohol from the booze and the THC from the marijuana flowed through her veins. Bad Gee crawled on top of her. The two stared into each other's eyes, glassy from being drunk and stoned.

Bad Gee roughly pressed her mouth onto Wallflower's and started making out. Instead of letting her tongue be beat into submission this time, Wallflower fought back against the fleshy intruder in her mouth with her own slippery muscle. Jaws scissored open and shut as the pair of saliva-slick muscles coiled and wriggled around one another, as if they were trying to wrestle one another for dominance.

Bad Gee broke from the kiss suddenly. Their breaths heaving in their chests, the two stared at one another through glassy eyes. Before Wallflower could say anything, Bad Gee plunged downwards to green breasts and started suckling on a dark green nipple. She caught the fleshy nub between her teeth, trapping it and started flicking her tongue across the tip.

Wallflower arched her back as she let out a whining moan.

Bad Gee sat up and leaned back on the couch. She undid the buttons on her leather pants and pulled them down, revealing a pair of pale pink boy cut panties, with ivory lace around around the waistband and leg holes, and a little pastel purple ribbon just below the center of the waistband, giving a stark, softer feminine contrast to the rock-hard, well-defined muscles on her body and the dark tattoos on her arms, shoulders and neck. She pulled her legs out of the leather pants, revealing a chain of butterflies around her left ankle and a ring of dolphin tattoos around her right ankle, another softer feminine contrast to her rough and tough biker image. She gave a sideways glance at Wallflower. "Get down on your knees and lick me out. I wanna get off at least once before I absolutely wreck your whore holes."

Wallflower crawled across the couch and slid onto the floor. She scootched between Bad Gee's thighs and took in a deep breath, allowing the biker chick's arousal to fill her sinuses.

Bad Gee slid her thumbs into the waistband of her panties and slid them down, revealing her womanhood with a neatly trimmed strip of hair at the top and a little golden hoop through the hood of her clit.

Wallflower drooled as she looked at the moist, mostly hairless slit. She plunged forward and ran her tongue along the length of the slit, tasting the biker chick's salty, tangy and slightly sweet arousal. She ran her tongue around Bad Gee's clit and caught the gold hoop gently between her teeth, tipping her head up and down slightly, tugging it.

Bad Gee let out a long hiss through clenched teeth that ended in a throaty moan. "Fuck!" Arching her back, she thrust her hips forward.

Wallflower released the gold hoop from her teeth and planted small kisses on Bad Gee's lower lips and inner thighs. She hoarsely whispered, "Tell me how to worship you."

Bad Gee grabbed two fistfuls of Wallflower's hair and roughly shoved her face into her crotch. "Eat me out like a bulldog eats a bowl of oatmeal!"

Wallflower, not really having much choice(not that she cared), put her mouth to work. She alternated between plunging her tongue into the biker chick's love canal and wriggling it around, suckling on her clit, and gently catching the small gold hoop between her teeth, tugging on it or flicking it around with her tongue.

"Ah! Ah! Aah! Oh fuck! Hah! Mmnh! Yes! Yes! Keep goin'! Keep goin'! Don't stop!" Bad Gee's breath froze in her chest and her muscles locked up as the orgasm started. "Blrrgh-grrbbblll-bllllggrrrbbb!" She let out a series of incomprehensible, all-consonant sounds as the orgasm hit her full-force. Her head violently shook from side-to-side like a demon possessed character in a bad horror movie. She roughly thrust her groin into the green-skinned girl's face as a flood of fem-cum poured forth. Her back arched, causing her mostly-flat chest to be thrust forward.

With twin fistfuls of dark green hair, Bad Gee held Wallflower's head in place as she rode out the orgasm.

Wallflower dutifully worshiped Bad Gee's womanhood with her lips, tongue and teeth. She drank down what fem-cum she could, the rest was slathered across the lower half of her face.

Bad Gee let go of Wallflower's hair and slumped back on the couch, letting out a satisfied groan. "Fuck! It's been a hot minute since someone ate me out." She gulped big mouthfuls of air into her lungs.

Wallflower looked up at Bad Gee with a confident smirk. She planted small, soft kisses on the biker chick's nether lips and inner thighs, which elicited several small moans, as her pussy was still very sensitive from the orgasm.

Wallflower undid the button and zipper on her pants. Rising, she slid them down her legs, revealing her white cotton granny panties. Kicking them off, she climbed her nearly-naked form onto Bad Gee. She planted soft kisses onto the woman's mosquito bite chest mounds, occasionally wrapping her lips around each fleshy cone, that was hard as steel, and suckled them.

Bad Gee let out small moans as her nipples were suckled. She raked her short nails up green thighs and along the green back. She slid her right hand down the small of the girl's back and under the waistband of her panties. She squeezed both green ass cheeks at the same time, then slid her middle finger along the length of Wallflower's ass crack. She grazed her rough finger across the girl's pucker and circled the rim with her fingertip.

Wallflower arched her head back and let out a whimpering moan, then plunged back down to suckle on a hard nipple again.

Bad Gee pushed the tip of her finger into the girl's asshole. Wallflower let out a long moan, but didn't stop her ministrations of suckling diamond-hard nipples. Bad Gee sank her finger into the girl's asshole up to the middle knuckle, then began pumping it in and out.

Bad Gee withdrew her finger and brought it up to her mouth, sucking the taste of Wallflower's ass off of the digit. "Eat me out again. I wanna get off one more time before we get high again and I wreck you."

Wallflower pouted slightly. She wanted to continue worshiping Bad Gee's breasts, after all members of the itty bitty titty committee deserved just as much adoration and worship of their breasts as the owners of the bohadda-jorkers. She slowly slid down the woman's body, using her tongue to trace along the seams of those perfectly sculpted, rock-hard muscles. She paused, noticing three faint circular scars she didn't notice before. They were in a roughly triangular pattern, with one a few inches above the biker chick's pubic mound. They almost looked like...bullet scars.

Wallflower looked up into Bag Gee's eyes. "How did you get these scars?"

Shock, anger and regret danced across Bag Gee's eyes. Gently pushing the green-skinned girl away, she leaned forward and place a hand over her eyes that were tightly shut. "Don't cry, Gilda. You're strong. You escaped that life and now have a hot freckled girl here. Don't cry.", she whispered.

Wallflower stared for a moment at the strong biker girl that looked like she was a hair's breadth from having a break down. Caring concern replaced the lustful fog in her mind. She walked over to the couch, sat down and wrapped an arm around the strong woman who was having a moment of weakness. "Shh, shh! It's okay. I shouldn't have asked."

Bad Gee sniffled a couple of times and wiped the tears from her eyes before they could spill down her cheeks. She then steeled herself. "You didn't mean any harm. These bullet scars serve as a marker of a time when I was able to turn my life around. I was once...I mean in another life I was a bad person."

"You couldn't have been as bad as those rappers talking about their 'hood lives."

Bad Gee gave a disgusted scoff. "Those posers? Pfft! Back in the day I would have put three in their chest and left them laying face down in a pool of their blood."

Wallflower listened to Bad Gee tell her story about her gang life and her encounter with Big Mamma. "So you were once a whore?"

"Yup. After Big Mamma shot me when me and my gang buddies were robbin' her house. They dipped, leaving me to bleed out. She and Night Lady offered me a deal." Bad Gee ran her hand across the lowest bullet scar. "That one went right through my baby cave, left too much scarring and now I can't get pregnant. It's better than bein' a body layin' in a pool of your own blood in an alley or sittin' in a cage, slowly rotting away on a ten-to-twenty."

"How do you know you can't get pregnant?"

"Tried a couple of times. First one miscarried after two-and-a-half months. The second one made it to four months before I started bleedin' out. Had to get an emergency D-and-C to keep me from bleedin' out like a punk who got shivved in an alley." Bad Sniffed and cleared her throat. "Well fuck. I guess that killed the mood. Ya want me to take ya home?"

Wallflower pulled Bad Gee in close. "Nah. I said you can fuck me all weekend and I intend to make good on than. We might not be in the mood right now, but we'll get back in it. How about we cuddle for a little while?"

Bad Gee pulled Wallflower in tight. "That sounds nice."

The two leaned against one another, arms grasping each other tight.

***ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THE MIRROR***

An amber-coated unicorn with mane and tail that were ruby and gold striped in a pattern that looked a little like bacon, standing in a crystal throne room before a pink alicorn mare sitting on a throne atop a raised dais. Sitting next to her on a smaller throne that was slightly lower and a little farther back was a white unicorn stallion. The amber unicorn bowed before the alicorn.

Cadance had an unreadable neutral look on her face. Spreading her wings, she spoke. "Rise, Sunset Shimmer."

Sunset rose to her hooves. "Princess Cadance, your distilled passion and love magic in pill form is selling well in the human world."

Cadance rubbed a hoof on her chin. "My Pink Princess Passion is popular over here. It has helped many a couple who were having trouble connecting to get together. It also helped couples who were having marital strife work through their troubles. Of course this has caused a rise in the birth rate too." She quirked an eyebrow at Sunset. "Does it have the same effect on hyoomahns?"

Sunset sniggered for a quick second. "Something like that."

"Have you told them about the short-term and long-term effects of my pill? Not only does it increase libido in the short-term, but if the two are harboring feelings for one another, it brings them to the surface and allows them to come closer after a few nights of passion?"

"..."

"Sunset? Answer me."

Sunset gestured to the throne room doors. "I have brought you gadgets from the human World! A plethora of electronics!"

The doors flung open and a pair of crystal guards pulling a wagon filled with several tablets, smartphones, a big flat screen television, a Playbox Q, a BluRay player and several BluRay discs.

Cadance squealed like school filly and pranced over to the wagon. She pulled out a tablet and after several minutes she figured out how to work it. She giggle-snorted as she took pictures of herself, several of which she was making funny faces.

Sunset smirked. "Because these run on internal batteries that generate electricity, they need to be charged periodically. I'm sure Equestria's engineers can figure out a way to convert them so they can be charged from our electro-thaumic power grid. But do warn the engineers that the portable devices' batteries contains lithium, so be careful when disassembling them."

Shining Armor leaned forward on his throne. "Sunset, you didn't answer my wife's question."

"Look, the humans have all sorts of drugs. Some of them are absolutely terrible and greatly addictive. They have one drug that's in a smokable crystal form that's made from cooking cold medicine and lubricant for a machine, it's extremely addictive and humans who use it regularly, it burns holes in their brains. There's another drug that comes in a little nugget that looks like a piece of soap, it made when they take cocoa leaves, pour fuel over it to extract the drug, then they grind the drug into a powder, then they take some of the powder and cook it with baking soda, it's also super addictive. There's these drugs that are prescription pain killers that are made by cooking down the sap of a species of poppy, then putting it in pill form, they're also super addictive. These super addictive drugs have destroyed communities and lives."

Cadance stopped her admiration of human technology. "Wait, so hyoomahn drugs are so addictive that they destroy communities and lives?"

"Many of them do. Especially the ones that have been declared illegal. They do have a drug that some smoke, it's similar to loopy bush. They call it marijuana and they have cultivated dozens, probably hundreds, of different strains that get you on different levels of high. There's this mushroom that some of them eat or make a tea of and drink that makes them hallucinate and temporarily lose touch with reality, but it expands their minds. Though even their legal drugs can have some nasty side effects."

"So when you sold my Pink princess Passion to the hyoomahns, what did they use it for?"

"Party drugs and sex drugs.", Sunset said with a shrug. "Fortunately our drugs aren't addictive, at least physically. It'll take time to see if they're psychologically addictive. They also don't have any of the nasty side effects or aftereffects."

"What kind of effects?"

"There's this popular party drug called xstasy or X for short. It makes them feel super good, makes their nerves feel all tingly, makes many of them horny, but it also makes their bodies forget how to cool themselves, so many of them suffer heat exhaustion or heat stroke, and it messes up their brain chemicals afterwards, and it causes them to get depressed for days or even weeks after coming down. Many of them commit suicide or harm themselves. I just want to have our drugs replace the worst of theirs."

Cadance hummed thoughtfully for a moment. "I know you talked to Twilight and auntie Celestia about something the hyoomahns have called the enter-net. If I give you a slightly modified version of my Pink Princess Passion, could you bring some of that enter-net here?"

Sunset chuckled as she shook her head. "The internet isn't a bunch of tubes. It hundreds, possibly thousands of computers sending electric signals to one another through wires and tiny glass filaments. However if you get me enough of your modified Pink Princess Passion, I can make enough money working with my employers to get my hands--er--hooves on some schematics for a bunch of computers that are stacked in such a way that they can send and receive tons of signals called a server. I'll even scoop up a few wireless routers so our engineers can start building an internet for us."

Cadance gave a happy grunt. "So how much modified Pink Princess Passion would you need?"

"About thirty thousand bits worth."

Shining Armor nearly choked at the amount casually mentioned.

Cadance waved her husband off. "Relax, Shiny. It's just sugar pills that I charge with a little bit of magic." In a flash the Princess of Love and Empress of the Crystal Empire vanished with a teleport spell.

Sunset Shimmer and Shining Armor shuffled around in an awkward silence.

"So...uh...how's being a dad like?"

Shining Armor lit up like a lightbulb. "Oh, it's super great!" Lighting his horn, he summoned a wallet. Opening the wallet, a plastic photograph holder filled with dozens upon dozens of photographs unfurled and stretched halfway across the throne room. "Flurry is growing so fast! These pictures here are from Cady's sonograms! These pictures are when Flurry accidentally transmuted half of the castle staff into mice! These pictures are from when she said her first words! This is her getting potty trained!"

Sunset shook her head as Shining babbled on and on while showing picture after picture of all sorts of moments in his daughter's life big and small. She softly chuckled at him blathering on and on about his daughter, proud fathers were the same whether they were pony or human.

After two hours Cadance reappeared with a flash. She was levitating a dozen burlap sacks of her modified formula of Pink Princess Passion. She placed the sacks on the floor and wiped some sweat from her forehead. "There you go. Thirty thousand bits worth of Pink Princess Passion that is only charged with a libido spell. That should be enough for you to get enough money to get a piece of the hyoomahn enter-net or to get the information so we can build our own."

"A pleasure doing business with you, your majesty." Sunset gave a small curtsey, then levitated the sacks. "I shall now depart for Ponyville and return to the human world. I'll bring you schematics for some servers, and a few photographs. I'll also try to get you a server stack if I can." She made her way to the castle's landing pad where teams of crystal pegasi were hooking up to carts. She loaded the sacks onto the carts and prepared to board one.

Shining Armor rushed out onto the landing pad."Sunset, wait."

Sunset turned her head. "Hmm?"

"What do the Hyoomahns use the enter-net for?"

"They use it to share all sorts of great things, like scientific and historic discoveries. World leaders use it to communicate with other world leaders so they can negotiate treaties. But mostly...looking at porn and pictures of cats. Oh! And arguing with strangers they can't see." Sunset boarded the cart, leaving the flabbergasted prince-consort on the landing pad.

Shining stared at the pegasi-hauled carts slowly flew off into the distance. What Sunset had told him about the enter-net left him slight stunned. He blinked his eyes as he thought about the possible Equestrian enter-net. "We're fucked."

A large van was parked near the plinth that once held the CHS mascot, the Wondercolt. Sunset walked out of the plinth, carrying a pair of burlap sacks filled with the Equestrian drug. Night Lady and Big Mamma stepped out of the van, opened the back doors and took the two sacks from Little Red. She ducked in and out of the portal several times, carrying more sacks. Once the last of the sacks were loaded, she stepped into the back of the van and pulled the doors shut.

Little Red knelt between the driver and passenger seats as Night Lady and Big Mamma stepped in and sat down. "This is a new batch. It only has the horny stuff. None of the love stuff."

Night Lady blew out a sigh. "That's good. Last thing we need is more customers emptying their life savings giving gifts and trying to propose to the working girls. It was two bitches in a bitch basket to get all of the value of those gifts back into their bank accounts."

Big Mamma looked over her manicure, brushed some lint off of her sleeve and adjusted her lapels. "We lost a lot of money fixing your little fuck up. And buying all of those electronics as gifts for a pony princess wasn't cheap. You owe us."

Little Red nodded her head. "Yes ma'am. I promise I'll pay you both back. This new batch will make--AH!"

Big Mamma's hand struck out quick as lightning, impacting sharply on Little Red's cheek. "Shut it! You know the rules! When you cost Big Mamma and Night Lady their money, how do you earn it back?"

Little Red cast her eyes down. "By showing Johns and Janes a good time, but not a long time."

Night Lady caressed Little Red's cheek. "Don't worry, you're still our number one associate. But even those of us at the top sometimes have to slum it, and show Johns and Janes a good time. You'll still get your cut of the new Pink Princess Passion sales. Today is Filthy Rich's fifty-fourth birthday. He's requested one of our best working girls and has paid a large amount in advance. After we drop this load off at the warehouse, you'll need to get your uniform on. So loosen up your jaw, stretch and lubricate your anus, put your penis in chastity and limber up. You're going to be showing him a good time for a long time."

"Yes ma'am. I love you Night Lady and Big Mamma."

"We love you too.", The two madams replied, giving their associate a kiss on each cheek.

The van cranked up and drove off into the night.

Wallflower and Bad Gee had cuddled together on the couch for the last two hours. They have moved from leaning on one another to laying side-by-side on the couch. Fingers gently caressed one another's backs.

"Bad Gee?"

"Hmm?"

"I'm horny."

"Me too. I'm also coming down. Wanna get high first?"

"I could take another rip."

Bad Gee loaded up the bong again. Sparking the lighter, she stuck the flame to the crumbled up marijuana and took a long pull. She let out a long groan as she blew out a cone of grey smoke.

Wallflower packed a little more of the crumbled marijuana buds into the bong's bowl, then lit it and took a long, deep drag. She slumped back on the couch as she blew out the smoke with a couple of coughs.

Bad Gee picked up the now defrosted bottle of brown liquor and poured the liquid into the glasses. Instead of a couple of inches, she filled them nearly to the brim. She passed one glass to Wallflower. The two clinked the glasses together. "Here's to good weed, good hooch and good fuckin'."

"Here-here!"

Bad Gee drained nearly a quarter of her glass in a couple of big gulps. Wallflower took a single gulp from her glass and shuddered as she coughed.

Bad Gee quickly drained her glass. While Wallflower was nursing her glass, the biker chick stood up and stumbled over to the entertainment center. Opening the smoked glass, she pulled out the little remote and changed the music from heavy metal to rap that had raunchy lyrics and bassy beats.

Wallflower drained the last of the liquor from her glass. Her tastebuds had gone numb to the burn of the booze. She felt floaty and very warm.

Bad Gee had made her way back to the couch. The bass beats made her start shaking her hips in a lurid manner.

Wallflower stared at the muscular biker through glassy eyes and drooled at her muscular body. As Bad Gee shook her ass to the bassy beat, Wallflower gazed upon her tight, muscular cheeks like a starving man stares at a buffet.

Wallflower couldn't take it any more! Mouth watering, she lunged at the biker chick, eager to taste her flesh and womanhood again.

"Ah! Ah! Ah!" Bad Gee couldn't help but moan loudly as Wallflower locked her mouth on a pert nipple.

As Wallflower suckled Bad Gee's nipple like it was the wellspring for the fountain of youth, she slid her hand down to the woman's pubic mound. She caressed her fingers across the woman's nether lips. Wallflower ground her thumb in small circles on Bad Gee's clit, occasionally flicking the small golden hoop piercing. She plunger her middle and ring fingers into the biker's snatch, wiggling them back and forth, and doing scissoring motions.

"Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Of fu--hrgbgbgbglgzzz!" The orgasm hit Bad Gee like a truck. Her body tensed up, her eyes crossed as her vision went blurry and her head shook back and forth violently. Her body trembled as her head thrashed about and senseless, mostly consonant noises erupted from her mouth. Wave after wave of pleasure washed over her as her nerves felt like lightning was coursing through them.

Bad Gee's body trembled as her orgasm petered out. Knees grew weak and she crumpled to the floor.

Bad Gee heaved air into her chest as she lay on her back, muscles trembling slightly. Her eyes fluttered as she fought against tiredness and sleep.

Wallflower plunged downwards and shoved the biker's thighs apart. She plunged her face into Bad Gee's groin and started lapping at her womanhood.

"Oh fuck! Mmmnnh! You like--ahn! You like to play dirty, dontcha?" Bad Gee arched her back as Wallflower sloppily made out with her snatch.

Bad Gee quickly took control of the situation and tightly clamped her thighs around Wallflower's head, locking it tight in place. After several seconds she released the girl from her vice-like grip and shoved her head away. Before Wallflower could plunge in again, Bad Gee sat up then quickly drew her knees beneath herself.

With fem-cum slathered on the lower half of her face, Wallflower looked Bad Gee in her eyes. A predatory glimmer glinted in the biker chick's eyes.

Before Wallflower could process what was going on, Bad Gee pounced. Pinned on the floor, Wallflower stared up at Bad Gee, a hungry, predatory grin spreading on the biker chick's face.

Bad Gee moved her weight slightly off of Wallflower, just enough so she could grab the girl's panties by the waistband and violently yanked them down to her knees. She then shuffled her weight a little more and roughly yanked Wallflower's panties the rest of the way off.

Bad Gee roughly jammed her thumb onto Wallflower's clit, pressing down hard and started dragging it around in small circles.

Wallflower arched her back in pleasure at the rough stimulation. "Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah--urk!" A rough hand clamped down on her neck and squeezed tightly.

Bad Gee glared lustfully into Wallflower's eyes as she squeezed tightly on the girl's neck while roughly stimulating her clit. "You like to play dirty? Well I'll show you how dirty I can play!" She squeezed tightly on Wallflower's neck cutting her air off. She slid two, three, then four fingers into the girls cunt and started pumping them in and out.

Fear and arousal rushed through Wallflower's veins. She was pinned to the floor by one of the biker's hands, that was squeezing tightly so she that she struggled to take in air as the woman's other hand was currently four fingers deep in her twat, spreading her inner walls as they pumped in and out. If she hadn't spent months working at a gloryhole sucking dick for money, she might have have panicked.

After a few minutes of roughly fingering out Wallflower while choking her, she released her grip on the girl's neck and backhanded her across the cheek. She slid all four fingers in to the last knuckle in the girl's cunt, curled them in forward until she was practically grasping the girl's G-spot and snarled, "I'm gonna fuck you up so bad that you'll be limpin' for a month!"

Bad Gee withdrew her fingers at took a moment to admire her handy work. Wallflower's nether lips gaped open slightly as the nectar of her arousal dripped from between them slightly.

Bad Gee pressed the tip of her thumb into her four fingertips, forming a duck fist. She pressed the tips of all five digits into the girl's cunny and shoved the very tip of her duck fist past her lower lips. "I'm gonna fist fuck your pussy until it's all gaped up and saggy. When I'm done, when you guys go to fuck you, they're going to have to tie a two-by-four to their ass to keep from fallin' in."

Bad Gee pressed hard with her duck fist, causing her fingers to slowly disappear into Wallflower.

Wallflower's eyes shot open wide as she felt herself being spread wider than ever before. "Hah! Ah! Ngh! I--Ah! I don't think it's going to fit! Hahn!"

"I'll make it fit, bitch!" Bad Gee pushed forward until the second knuckle on her fingers were inside Wallflower. She then withdrew her duck fist and plunged it back in. Over and over she plunged her fist in, spreading Wallflower wider and wider until she had gotten all the way to her fourth knuckles. She withdrew one last time and plunged in again. She shoved until half of her hand sank in.

Wallflower arched her back as a mixture of pleasure and pain washed washed over her. "Aaaaahhhhhhhhnnnnn!"

Bad Gee withdrew her duck fist and roughly plunged it back in. This time it disappeared into Wallflower's depths up to the wrist. She then began pumping in and out, licking her lips at the sight of the girl's abused lower lips stretching and clinging to her hand. She shoved in again up to her wrist again and began twisting her duck fist side-to-side.

Wallflower arched her back as she bucked her hips and thrashed about in a fit of pain mixed with pleasure.

Bad Gee pulled her fist out of Wallflower's cunts with a wet schlorp. She took a couple of moments to admire her handiwork. The green skinned girl's honey hole was gaped open, revealing the glistening pink flesh inside. The girl's gape hole was once dripping lightly with arousal nectar, now it was practically gushing.

Bad Gee pressed her duck fist into Wallflower's twat and it plunged in up to her wrist. In and out she thrust her fist, Wallflower's cunt. It made sloppy wet slurping sounds.

Pleasure spiked with pain was overloading Wallflower's mind. Incomprehensible, animal-like sounds erupted from her throat. Each in-thrust of the duck fist caused lightning-like feelings to crawl across her nerves. Each time it was withdrawn, she felt a sad emptiness. "Fluggle Muh!" She tried to speak, but her brain forgot how to form words.

Bad Gee withdrew her duck fist and admired her handy work. Wallflower's twat gaped open like a moist cave. Spreading her fingers, she watched as the girl's juices formed spindly, string-like bridges between them. Bringing her hand to her mouth, she licked off the sticky juices, savoring the taste of Wallflower's tangy, salty and slightly bitter fem-cum.

Wallflower heaved air into her lungs and clumsily wiped sweat away from her forehead. Her brain remembered how to form words. "Fuck me up!" She had never been fist fucked before and now she was becoming addicted to it.

Bad Gee stroked her fingers across Wallflower's lower lip, then stood up. "Keep it warm for me. I'll be back in a minute."

Wallflower pouted as Bad Gee left the room. She plunged four fingers into her pussy. It wasn't the same as when Bad Gee did it as her hands were too soft.

A couple of moments later returned carrying a small duffel of sex toys and a big bottle of lube in the other. She placed the bottle of lube on the coffee table and dropped the duffel on the floor. Undoing the zipper, she pulled out a strap-on that sported a girthy and long neon pink silicone realistic shaped dong. After securing the strap-on to herself, she reached back into the duffel and pulled out a twenty-four inch long, five inch thick shiny, pitch black dick-shaped dildo that was smooth and had a weighted base. She had bought this dildo a couple of years ago when making orders for the store, it had been labeled 'Big Brutus' and she never understood why she bought it, so it sat unused in the duffel.

Wallflower goggled at the massive dildo that Bad Gee had pulled out and stood up on the floor. "D-do you want me to fuck myself on that...monster?"

Bad Gee paused for a second to muse over the question. "Maybe later an' only if ya want to. But first..." She walked over to the coffee table and pumped several dollops of lube into her palm. She applied the lube to the strap-on, squirted more into her palm and began jerking off the false dick, smearing a thick goopy layer of the slick substance across it. "Get on ya knees, face down-ass up, bitch. I'm gonna destroy your other whore hole."

Wallflower flipped onto her stomach and pulled her knees under her until she was face down-ass up.

"Grab ya cheeks an' spread'em."

Wallflower did as she was told.

Bad Gee bent over and ran her tongue along Wallflower's crack. She circled her tongue around the rim of the girl's pucker, taking a few seconds to take in the salty, slightly metallic flavor. She pressed her thumbs roughly on both sides of the girls anus and spread it open, revealing the pink inner flesh in contrast to the light brown wrinkled outer flesh. She shoved her tongue into Wallflower's spread pucker and wiggled it around for several moments, taking in the dusky flavor.

Bad Gee grabbed the bottle of lube from the table and squirted a dollop onto Wallflower's asshole. She smeared it around the brown puckered hole with a couple of fingers. She then squirted a few generous dollops onto two of her fingers and slid them inside Wallflower's asshole, causing the girl to moan and squeal. Mostly withdrawing her fingers, she slipped in a third one, squirted a couple more dollops and plunged them inside. She twisted her wrist around, stretching the asshole and smearing the lube on its inner walls.

Bad Gee repeated the process a few more times and removed her fingers. Balling up her fist, she ran her fingers along her palm, feeling the slickness of the lube and brought her hand down on Wallflower's ass cheek with a hard slap.

Wallflower let out a sharp yelp.

Bad Gee tipped her palm to the side, admiring the bright red, hand-shaped welt that was raising. She rubbed her hand in circles on the red welt. For a second she felt sorry about bruising the freckles on Wallflower's ass, but if it wasn't a crime to smack a booty this sweet, then it should be.

Bad Gee slipped the tip of her thumb into Wallflower's asshole, pulling it to the side and causing it gape slightly. Grasping the base of the strap-on with her other hand, she lined up with the girl's pucker and eased the tip in. "Don't clench up. Just relax and let it happen. Imma 'bout to fuck up them guts."

Bad Gee roughly grasped Wallflower by the waist and pushed her hips forward. Half of the strap-on slid into the girl's well-lubed asshole.

Wallflower's eyes rolled up in their sockets slightly as a harsh gasp escaped her throat. She had been fucked by Big Mamma and Night Lady's bodyguards, a couple of them had even fucked her in the ass. But this was different. She had intended only to come over to Bad Gee house for a couple of nights of getting drunk and high and having nasty sex, which she was certainly had every intention of doing. But some sort of switch had gone off in her head. Yes, she wanted to get fucked by and fuck the biker chick until they were both ragged, exhausted, sweaty messes...but she wanted more than just to get her rocks off...she wanted to kiss and hug and snuggle with her, their naked bodies intertwined. She wanted to stay more than just for the weekend, she wanted to stay for longer.

Bad Gee readjusted her weight and pulled Wallflower back to herself roughly as the thrust forward. The strap-on buried deep to its base, their hips meeting with a loud smack. She began thrusting in and out roughly of the girl's rectum.

After several minutes of roughly sodomizing the green-skinned girl with darker green freckles, she slowed down and stopped. A switch had gone off in her head. She didn't want to just violate this girl in every filthy, digusting way possible until she was nothing more than a quivering, gaping, gushing mess...sure she still wanted to do that, but she wanted to do...more.

Bad Gee reached behind her and undid the buckles that held the strap-on to her groin. She leaned back, withdrawing the dildo from Wallflower's well fucked asshole.

Wallflower felt the dildo slide out of her. After waiting for a few minutes and nothing happening, she looked over her shoulder. "What's the matter?"

Bad Gee slid her fingers through her sweaty hair, not caring about the lube still clinging to them. "Nothin', nothin's the matter. I--I wanna do something else."

Wallflower rolled onto her back. "So, what do you--WHOOP!"

Bad Gee pulled Wallflower to her feet and began guiding her to the bedroom. As they passed the bathroom, the tossed the strap-on underhanded into the sink. As they approach the bed, she pulled Wallflower close to her and deeply kissed her. Not some lust-filled, dominating kiss where she beat the girl's mouth and tongue into submission with hers, but a kiss that was deep, fiery, passionate.

Both moaned into the kiss. Still hanging onto Bad Gee, Wallflower fell backwards and the two felt as if they were floating before they landed on the mattress. Arms and legs intertwined as they made out, deeply, passionately. Their tongues wriggled and swirled in each other's mouth, almost like the two slick muscles were dancing. As one breathed out, the other breathed in, filling each other's lungs with their breath. Hands clasped and griped backs, sides, hips, thighs. Occasionally they dove in to grope breasts or caress womanhoods.

Sunset walked out of Filthy Rich's manor feeling disgusting. For five hours he and several of his codger associates, hopped up on erectile dysfunction tablets and boozes, had ravaged her body. Sometimes they took turns, sometimes they all piled into her at once. The taste of old man cum, dick, balls and other parts clung to her tongue. She chewed on a stick of gum, it did little to stymie the taste. She'd have to vigorously brush her teeth and rinse out her mouth out with mouthwash, not that sweet, minty flavored stuff, but the stuff that tasted like floor cleaner, repeatedly to get that taste out.

To her right and left Night Lady and Big Mamma walked with her, flanked by several of their bodyguards. She wore Night Lady's big overcoat draped about her shoulders. In her hand she carried a plastic shopping bag that held her "uniform", which was comprised of an electric blue tube top, an electric blue skirt that had barely covered her ass, a pair of lighter blue stockings and a dark blue pair of stiletto heels. One of the old perverts had pocketed the panties she had worn, probably to jerk off into later.

A limo pulled up and out from the driver's seat stepped a valet. The woman wore a smart pantsuit that hugged her features in a manner that was sexy while still conveying a professional air. She walked to the rear passenger's side door and opened it for the trio. In a quiet and professional tone, she said with a nod to the three as they stepped in, "Big Mamma. Night Lady. Little Red." A black sedan pulled up behind the limo.

Once inside the limo, Sunset peeled off the overcoat, tossed it aside and spread an absorbent pad on the seat. With an exhausted groan, she sat down. Big Mamma passed her an ice pack and the key to the chastity cage. Sunset nestled the ice pack against her nethers and slipped the key into the cage's lock. She let out a satisfied groan as her horsecock was freed from its confines.

Sunset glanced over to Big Mamma who was currently counting a thick wad of cash. Old perverts always tipped well, especially when they wanted her to call them daddy or pop-pop and they wanted to call her by their daughter's or granddaughter's names, which revealed what secret perverted desires they had. There was over fifteen thousand dollars in that wad, indulging the incestuous fantasies of rich old perverts paid well.

Big Mamma peeled off a thousand dollars and passed it to Sunset. She slipped the remainder in her purse and pulled out a folded up invoice. "Between the twenty thousand Filthy Rich paid in advance and the tips you earned for tonight, that pays off those expensive gifts for your pony princess and pays off a chunk of what we lost getting the value of those expensive gifts back into those guys' bank accounts. You still owe us...let's see--da-da-da~, carry the seven. Twelve thousand dollars." She flipped around the invoice.

Sunset looked over the invoice. "What's this item at the bottom marked 'Sweet Apple Acres special expense'?"

"Fluttershy and Applejack agreed to take in the rare breed of horse at no cost in return for a one night session with Spectrum, no condoms, no diaphragm."

"Fuck me running!" Sunset knew what it meant for a human woman to fuck a human futa with no protection. Though the two were married, Applejack and Fluttershy still perused gloryholes, sex clubs, backroom beds and bordellos for booty. Rain--Spectrum was terrified of their dicks. Rightfully so, they had freakshow dicks and insane libidos, especially Fluttershy. "I've got most of that in my personal account and I'l transfer it to you two's business account by the end of the week."

Night Lady and Big Mamma sat next to Sunset. "That's why you're not only our bottom bitch, but also our trainee associate.", Night Lady said. "Don't worry about draining your personal account. We'll take five percent from your cut of the Pink Princess Passion sales. That should have us paid back in no time."

That was a load off of Sunset's mind. Now she needed a load off from somewhere else. She looked at the thousand dollars in her hand and passed five hundred to each woman. "I want to rent you both for the next two hours hours for some bareback, three-hole cream pie."

Big Mamma and Night Lady looked at the money, then turned it away. The two women shared a knowing look. Night Lady leaned up to Sunset's ear and whispered, "Today is a whore special event." Big Mamma whispered into Sunset's other ear, "For the next two hours only we're giving away bareback, three-hole cream pie to the next lucky customer." Sunset shuddered as a pair of tongues licked the outer circumferences of her ears. She pressed the intercom button on the console. "Miss Daisy, please drive around slowly for the next two hours."

"Yes ma'am."

Bad Gee's face was twisted up in an orgasm as she gripped the sides of the bathroom sink. After she and Wallflower had spent two hours snuggling and making out, she had dragged the girl to the bathroom and fucked her up the ass until she was a gushing, ragged mess. Now Wallflower was fucking her up the ass with the very same strap-on. Though the girl's lack of knowledge with fucking someone with a trap-on was clear, what with her uneven strokes and strange rhythm, but she didn't care. She had cum three times already since Wallflower started fucking her stinkbox and she had a fourth building.

Bad Gee thrust her hips wildly backwards in Wallflower's forward thrusts. He knees shook from exhaustion. She reached back gently pushed Wallflower away. Lemme turn around." Sitting on the counter, she draped her knees across Wallflower's shoulders. "Alright, shit-wreck my dirtbox."

Bad Gee's vision went white as she screamed until her voice gave out. Fem-cum sprayed from her cunt, soaking the green-skinned girl's groin. She leaned back against the mirror, a sheen of sweat clinging to her body as she heaved air into her lungs. She was aware of Wallflower still thrusting into her and placed a hand on the girl's chest. "Pull out for a moment and lemme suck some air."

Once Bad Gee rode out her fourth orgasm and got her wind back, she looked Wallflower. "I got one more in me. If you make me cum like you just did, I'm making you waffles for breakfast."

Wallflower snapped off a salute. "Can do, Bad Gee." She shoved the dildo back in the biker chick's asshole.

"C-c-ah! Call m-m-unf! Call m-me-Oh yes! Right there! Deeper! Call m-m-me G-G-Gil-Gilda. Ah! Ah! An! Aah! Ahn!"

Author's Note

Sorry for the long chapter. I wanted to get the real raunchy stuff between Bad Gee and Wallflower on the first night of their weekend bang-fest down and out of the way. The next chapter will be shorter, but still contain some sexy times, though not as raunchy.

The original idea I had for Bad Gee's backstory was her to be a teenage runaway, about 14 years old who wanted to be a a famous star, but wound up a homeless child prostitute who gets strung out on drugs for several years until she was on the verge of burnout and suicide, then encountered Night Lady and Big Mamma, who turned her life around. I vetoed that and instead made her a high school dropout who joined a gang and her near-fatal encounter with Big Mamma was what changed her life.

I originally had the idea of Bad Gee and Wallflower snorting cocaine or smoking crystal meth before they got to getting it on, but changed my mind, opting for them to do some booze and weed. Having them doing hard drugs just didn't feel right.