Wallflower Blush working (girl) at the hole

by sykko

Rating: mature
Tags: Main 7 (EqG), Profanity, Principal Celestia, Wallflower Blush, Alternate Universe, Narcotics, Vice-Principal Luna, Porn, Fetish, Comedy, Equestria Girls, Sex
Length: 25659

Wallflower Blush works at a gloryhole selling her body for money

Wallflower Blush has recently graduated high school. She finds herself in a conundrum, working at burger joints and retail stores doesn't pay enough to cover rent, bills and groceries.

On a whim she decides to answer an ad on an adults-only classified. She soon finds herself working the gloryhole in a back room of a seedy sex shop sucking strangers off for $40 a pop, something she finds she neither hates herself for nor resents any of the Johns who pay for her anonymous services.

While working at the hole, she finds herself going down a rabbit hole of anonymous sex for money, encounters an odd mutation known as futaism and winds up on the radar of pair of local madams.

Reader content warning: This story contains public anonymous sex at a gloryhole, oral, vaginal, anal, creampies in mouth, vagina and anus, cum on face, cum on tits, cum on ass, prostitution and mild drug use. If you find this to not be your kettle of fish, please move on to another story.

This story is inspired by and draws some elements from The Twilight Sparkle Scholarship Program by dracedomino, but has nothing to do with that story's universe nor a 1-for-1 takeaway from that story. You should check out his story, it is a good bit of clop.

Published 2023-07-20 15:10:01 UTC
Last updated 2024-06-19 10:28:47 UTC

Glory-gloryhole-alleuah!

Wallflower Blush stepped into the small room that was once a supply closet that had been converted into a gloryhole. The door, once shut and locked, could only be accessed from the inside or if one had a key. Hanging from the ceiling by a reinforced cord was a light bulb with a small pull chain on the side. Hung along the walls were strings of what looked like Christmas lights, only they weren't brightly colored, just shown with a dim blueish-white light when plugged in, just enough to so she wouldn't be completely in the dark and could see a bit of what she was doing. On the opposite side of the small room from the door was said gloryhole, currently sealed shut with a small recessed wooden slat that could only be unlocked and opened from this side. Above said gloryhole was a small peephole she could look through to see who was on the other side. Next to the peephole was a toggle switch that could turn on or off a small red light outside the adjoining room, alerting those in the know that whoever was working this gloryhole was open for business.

At the front desk was a muscular, and somewhat scary-looking woman with tan skin, short, white hair with purple highlights in a swept-forward style. She always wore biker boots, black leather pants, a tank top and black vest that sported a winged skull and the name of a local motorcycle group, the Lion Street Eagles Motor Club. The woman, who only ever identified herself as Bad Gee, had an air of menace and violence. The tattoos of tribal patterns and chain on her toned arms, the kanji symbols and eagle feathers on her neck, and two tear drops at the corner of her left eye added to that air of menace and violence. The only time Wallflower had ever seen Bad Gee use any level of violence was when she trounced a guy for trying to slip out of the gloryhole without paying. After that Bad Gee made Wallflower abide by a new shop rule: 'Money up front or no suck.'

Speaking of Bad Gee, Wallflower jumped with surprise when the woman rapped her knuckles loudly on the access door to the gloryhole. "Get ready, hoe! It ain't gonna be long before the Wednesday crowd shows up, and their dicks ain't gonna suck themselves."

Wallflower nodded, not that Bad Gee could see her. The muscular, scary woman did knock on the door to ask her permission or politely let her know to get ready, it was her way of saying open up because time is money. Wallflower had no compunctions about what she was, she was a whore who anonymously sucked off strangers for at this gloryhole forty bucks a go.

As Wallflower peeled off her shirt, she thought about how she came to work at the gloryhole here at this sex shop three months ago, Flesh-n-Fun 4 U. It had been six months since she had graduated from Canterlot High, she had past due notices on her bills, the landlord was threatening to evict her from her studio apartment if she didn't pay the back rent in full, and all she had to eat was a few stale tortillas and a bottle of mustard. That's when she had encountered the adults-only website blacklist-dot-org. She had originally went on there to find out how to start work on ponlyfans, there was one small catch: She couldn't afford a webcam. That's when she encountered in the classified section that this shop had an opening for their gloryhole, so on a whim she decided to give them a call.

True sucking off strangers through a hole in a wall was demeaning, but it was no more demeaning than flipping burgers at a fast food joint for ungrateful barrel-gutted customers to wolf down or ringing up clothes at a retail outlet while perpetually shrieking Karens took out their unhappiness at home on her...all for minimum wage! Here she made more money, and even on a slow night she could go home with at least a hundred dollars in her pocket, after she gave Big Gee, who wasn't the worst boss she ever had, her cut. And she even found that sometimes she enjoyed herself. She also quickly learned that what the PSA's back in school said about sex workers was untrue, she didn't loathe herself, nobody tried to force drugs on her and nobody in windowless vans tried to snatch her up off the street to forcibly take her in all holes.

The only drugs that Wallflower had been exposed to was when she bought a bottle of few pills of Molly off of Big Gee, who said in her own words, 'You take it easy on those and only pop one if you need a little pick-me-up. A strung-out whore ain't no good to me.'

***

"Gok-gok-gok! Glurk! Ack-chghk!" Wallflower gagged and choked on a cock that was currently using her mouth as a warm, wet fleshlight. The cock belonged to local entrepreneur and gubernatorial candidate, Filthy Rich. He showed up once, sometimes twice, a week, sliphis forty bucks through the hole then fuck her mouth, drop his load and quickly leave.

"Mmmh!", he groaned past grit teeth. "If my wife suck my dick half as good as you, or hell, would even suck my dick at all, you'd be out of a job little missy. But noooo! She'd rather let the pool boy raw dog the back of her throat. I know that Diamond isn't my daughter and that it was the gardener who knocked her up. That's why I had him dep--Mmph! Ooh yeah, just like that! You keep sucking this fat dick that and I'm gonna paint the back of your throat early tonight."

In reality Filthy Rich's member wasn't that thick, yes he was slightly longer than usual, but he was all slim length. Wallflower learned quickly that guys who bragged about the girth and/or length of the dicks were generally lacking. In all of the times Filthy Rich had visited this gloryhole, she had learned that he and his wife, Spoiled Rich, had been almost constantly cheating on one another since they first got together, she usually bedded the help and he would sling it to a whore. The only reason Wallflower surmised why the two of them never got a divorce was that they both had some sort of blackmail information on each other.

"Arrgh! Arrrgh!" Filthy growled as she inserted his full length into her mouth. She gagged and sputtered as he unleashed his watery load. "Take it! Take that thick, creamy, tasty load you whore!" It was neither thick nor creamy nor tasty, it was simply watery, salty and slightly bitter.

As soon as Filthy Rich withdrew his length, Wallflower spat his load out. Without another word, the wealthy gubernatorial candidate left. After this entitled, wealthy bastard had used her mouth to hate fuck his wife by proxy, Wallflower could use a break and something to wash her mouth out. Filthy Rich was the twelfth customer tonight and unfortunately there was a line, so it might be a while before she gets a break. Maybe the thirteenth customer would offer a nice change of pace.

Boy howdy, would the next customer offer up an interesting change of pace!

As she heard the door open in the adjoining booth, Wallflower peered through the peephole. Here eyes went wide with surprise. Butter creme yellow skin, soft pink locks that had a single turquoise eye peeking out from between. D-cup breasts that looked both simultaneously heavy and gravity-defying. Broad hips and shapely thighs. Fluttershy! One of the most beautiful and desirable young women in town had just walked into her gloryhole.

Wallflower watched as the young woman nervously tapped her fingertips together and shuffled nervously up to the hole.

"Uh--uh...ah...uuuuuummmm. This is the first time I've ever done something like this. Do I...um--do I... You know what...I--I don't think--"

"C'mon, 'Shy. Ya were a-bitchin' and a-carryin'on earlier 'bout how ya were wantin' some strange and Ah said Ah'd get ya some strange. So jus' whip it out, stick it ta th' l'il whore and get yers, a-cause Ah'd like ta stick it ta her as well!", a familiar voice with a country drawl shouted.

Applejack! Of course it was Applejack! What were these two wanting? Drop trou, press their pussied up against the gloryhole and get licked or finger blasted out? Wallflower was no lesbian, but forty bucks was forty bucks, dammit! What she saw next caused her voice to catch in her throat.

Fluttershy nervously unbuttoned her pants and pulled the zipper down. Nine inches of turgid, butter creme yellow dick flopped out.

Wallflower tried to speak, but could flap her jaw silently. Fluttershy, the sweetest, most beautiful and most desirable girl in town had futaism. She had only ever seen a couple a photos in an anatomy book and a few fetish porn videos to know that futaism was a rare mutation that only affected one-in-a-million women worldwide. She never thought in a hundred years she'd see one in real life, and now here was Fluttershy, a young woman who had the futaism mutation. Was this why she was so shy?

Fluttershy looked around the booth. "So how do I...oh! There's a hole there. So I just slide it in here?" She stepped forward and slid her cock in the hole.

As the nine inches of butter creme yellow dick, almost as thick as her wrist, slid through the hole in front of her face, Wallflower managed to regain her gumption. At least once a week someone would slip their dick in through the hole in the hopes of getting free head. Just because this girl had futaism doesn't mean she gets special treatment. Lifting up her hand, she gave Fluttershy's dick a quick, sharp flick mid-shaft.

"Ouch!" The shy animal lover quickly stepped, withdrawing her cock.

Wallflower leaned up to the hole and hoarsely whispered out,"Forty bucks up front or no suck!"

"I'm sorry.", Fluttershy appologized. The girl looked like she was about to cry. "You're trying to run a business and I was being a meanie by trying to get something for free." She reached into her pocket, pulled out four crumpled ten dollar bills, gently slipped them into the gloryhole and then reinserted her dick.

Now that Fluttershy had completed her half of the transaction, it was Wallflower's turn to complete her half. She leaned up and gently kissed where she had flicked the girl's cock.

"Oh my!", the shy girl exclaimed softly. "That felt nice! Please...please don't stop!", She whispered.

'Sister, you ain't felt nothing yet!', Wallflower thought. She gently and smoothly ran her tongue along the bottom of Fluttershy's cock. It didn't have the usual musky, sweaty, funky smell of tube steak smothered in underwear that guys usually had. That means she must wash her dick more than once a week. As he tongue reach the head of the butter creme yellow length, she paused.

"Please!", Fluttershy begged in a needy whisper."Please, don't stop! I need to feel the inside of your mouth."

Opening her maw as wide as possible, Wallflower engulfed the cock head-first into the warm, wet confines of her mouth. This elicited small, soft squeaks and moans from the animal lover, which prompted the green-skinned gloryhole whore to push farther on.

"Gak-chgghhzzk!" Wallflower made three quarters of the way down before she choked on Fluttershy's cock and couldn't go any farther.

"Oh my! Don't hurt yourself just for forty dollars. I know I'm bigger than most...and truth be told, most people are scared of my thingy."

Since Fluttershy was being so sweet and nice, it was up to Wallflower to be nasty. Sliding her mouth back up that turgid lenth, she made loud lewd slurping sounds. Was she being a bit over-dramatic? Yes, but this girl was being so nice and sweet that she deserved a bit of a nasty experience. Her mouth reached the head and she pulled off of it with an especially loud pop. She planted gentle kisses around the head and ran her tongue around its circumference.

"Mmmh!" *thump*

Wallflower knew that Fluttershy was enjoying herself and that the girl had thrust up against the wall, trying to get it in deeper, three months of sucking off strangers had taught her when her Johns were enjoying themselves. This current John...Jane?...John-Jane?...she didn't know a term for a customer with futaism...this customer was in for a show. She wrapped her hands around the shaft of the turgid member and slipped her mouth over the head. Bobbing her head up and down, she gently twisted her hand back and forth.

Fluttershy went wild."Mmm-mmm-mmm! Ah! Ah! Ah! Oh-oh-ooh!" *thump-thump-thump* The animal lover was furiously humping the wall trying to get her dick in deeper. "I don't think I can last!"

Bingo! Time for the grand finale! Wallflower removed her hands from the throbbing, pulsating length, thrust her mouth downwards, taking as much as she could until her throat stopped her. She then started swallowing fast and hard.

Fluttershy's breath caught in her chest. She let out a deep guttural groan as she unleashed blast after blast of hot, thick cum. Wallflower just kept swallowing, she normally only did this for only a select few regulars...but dammit Fluttershy was a special case!...so she gulped down blast after warm, salty blast as soon as they hit her throat.

Once Fluttershy had spent the last of her load, she withdrew her dick, leaving stringy trails of saliva and semen clinging to it. Wallflower coughed and gasped, Fluttershy was long and thick, not the longest or thickest she had seen before, but definitely longer and thicker than the average that was for damn sure.

Once Fluttershy had put her rapidly softening length away and closed up her pants, she pulled out a crumpled up five dollar bill and stuck it through the hole. "For your troubles. I had a good time. I hope you did too. I-uh...I'll be back to see you again soon. If that's okay with you." With that the butter creme yellow animal girl with futaism left the booth.

A couple of minutes later Applejack walked in the booth. "Looks like ya showed 'Shy a good time. Ah try ta satisfy the future missus Applejack as much as possible, but sometimes she gets a mighty hankerin' ta put 'er dick in some strange. Well Ah caint blame 'er none as I get it too an' we have an understandin' when it comes to strange. If'n she gets to dip 'er wick in it, then Ah do to."

No! No way! What were the odds that there would be wto futa-girls visiting her gloryhole tonight?

Applejack continued, "When it comes to plowin' a whore, it's like buyin' a two litter of Hill Dew. It ain't no fun if'n ya don't let er'rybody at in th' house get a taste." She lowered the zipper on her fly. "So how much does a whore like you charge for a suck job?"

"Forty bucks, up front.", Wallflower whispered through the hole.

Applejack hummed thoughtfully. "A mite steep, but more'n fair Ah'm sure. An' from th' look on 'Shy's face Ah'm sure ya ain't gon' short me none." She reached intoher back pocket, pulled out a billfold, extracted a pair of twenties and shoved them through he hole. "Now Im'ma let ya know up front that Ah ain't nowhere near as long as 'Shy. But what Ah lack in length Ah make up fer in thickness. There's a reason why Ah call th' gal 'Ole jaw Breaker'." With that she pulled her dick out of her jeans.

Wallflower could only gape at the futa dick through the gloryhole. Applejack was only six inches long, an average and respectable length for any cock,but she was right about the girth. And goddamn what girth did it have! It looked like she had a tannish-orange soup can sticking out the front of her jeans.

Applejack put her monstrous girth up to the hole-in-the-wall. "A'ight,lemme jus'...urgh!...c'mon ole gal, work with me here. There's a whore who Ah paid good money fer a suckin', jus' slip on through!" Applejack's behemoth girth just barely fit through the hole.

For the first time since she started working at the gloryhole, Wallflower felt genuine fear. She had seen a few girthy cocks before...but this? This was a mutant monstrosity, almost as thick as it was long. She was tempted to refuse to suck it and simply give the futa girl her money back, but then that ran the risk of ruining her reputation. So with a deep breath and a nervous swallow, Wallflower decided to bite the bullet...or more accurately suck the monstrously thick dick in this case. She gave the soup can-thick slab of futa meat a cursory lick. It tasted salty and slightly pungent,like someone who was working all day in the hot sun and let this hunk of fuck flesh stew in their sweat.

"Mmm, that's nice. Jus' take yer sweet ole time there. Ah know it's a lot an' if'n any o' them there blue ballers in line wanna complain, Ah'll jus' shake Ole Jaw Breaker at 'em. That'll send more'n a few a-runnin' fer their lives. Ah know that sent Rainbow 'Ah can take anything' Dash a runnin' fer th' hills an' she ain't come a-lookin' fer it no more."

Wallflower wasn't some overconfident, braggart jock, she was a professional whore! Opening her mouth wide, she started to attempt to take this monster. Her eyes went wide with shock and pain, she could barely fit her mouth around the head and she thought she was going to break her jaw. Backing off, she worked up a gob of saliva and spat it onto that monster thickness. Reaching up with her hand, she grasped the cock. Oh fuck! There was no way she could even hope to close her fingers around this beast. Working up more saliva, she spat on this...thing that was all girth several times, then used both of her hands to begin working up and down this mutant monstrosity.

Once Wallflower got this monster girth as slick as possible, she put her mouth back to work to suck this behemoth as best she could. The joints of her jaw groaned and creaked in protest, and she swore that they were going to dislocate. She now knew what that snake in the picture that was swallowing an egg must have felt like. Finally! After several moments of working this unnatural girth she made it to the base. There was no what that she was going to suck this like a regular dick, so she did the next best thing she could and started swallowing. Occasionally between swallows she would twist her head side-to-side to the best of her ability.

"Mmf! Goddamn! Goddamn! God-damn! You are one skilled cocksucker!", Applejack exclaimed through grit teeth. "Most gals woulda run away screamin', but not you." She began to huff. "Ah gotta admit, Ah all kinds o' worked up a-hearin' ya work 'Shy over and now Im'ma 'bout ta blow!"

Wallflower thought she was going to get rocketed across the room. Applejack came in buckets with such force. Just ropes and ropes and ropes of thick, gooey, sticky and thick spunk. She tried to swallow as best she could, but quickly got overwhelmed. Her cheeks puffed out, but there was no way it could seep past her lips, that cock was just too girthy, so all that baby gravy went the only route of least resistance left to it, down her throat! Wallflower literally choked on what had to be a a gallon of cum, which sent that thick gloopy material straight up into her sinuses. Twin rivulets of white force their way out of her nostrils.

As soon as there was the least bit of slack in Applejack's cock, Wallflower slid off of it and plopped to the floor hard. She coughed up globs of white as she struggled to get her breath back. "Goddamn! Ugh! Fuck me running!", she hoarsely exclaimed.

"Uh, desk lady! Desk lady?!", Applejack shouted. "Ya need ta check on yer whore! Ah think Ah broke 'er!"

Wallflower could hear Bag Gee's boots pound the floor as she approached the door outside the little supply closet that had been converted to. She heard the key insert into the lock and the door swung open. "Alright, what happened here?!"

"Cock too thick! Too much cum! I think I broke my jaw!", Wallflower said.

"Well, can you still work the hole?", Gad Gee said gesturing towards the gloryhole. "There's still about ten head of guys out there with full balls and money burning holes in their pockets."

"Then you suck them, I'm done for tonight.", Wallflower croaked.

Bad Gee walked over to the gloryhole, flipped off the toggle switch, slid the recessed slat over the hole and locked it. She then looked down at Wallflower and said, "You got twenty to get your ass up and head home or you'll be workin' the rest of the night for half off. I ain't runnin' a shelter."

"Thanks, Gee, you're the best.", Wallflower croaked.

"Tch! You better count yourself that I find you so damn cute or I'd strap you ass first to the damn hole and let every guy between here and Rockton have a run at your snizz for twenty." Bad Gee left Wallflower in the converted supply closet to gather herself up.

Wallflower heard Bad Gee say in a loud voice, "Alright boys, the gloryhole is closed. Thank you for your patronage and please come again soon!"

There were several grumbles, then a voice shouted, "I've been waiting patiently here for an hour and I ain't caught my nut! What am I supposed to do now?"

Bad Gee replied, "Well, the way I see it, you got three choices: One, go home, find your favorite porn site and rub one out. Two, go home and fuck each other in the ass. Or three, and this one is my favorite. You give me about twenty minutes to polish this here boot up until it shines like a mirror and you can see your face in it. Then I turn this motherfucker sideways and ram it straight up your candy ass! So what's it gonna be?"

There were several grumbles in the store and the front door chimed several times.

Bad Gee called out in a loud voice, "Thank you for visiting Flesh-N-Fun 4 U. Remember our motto: We got anything that you want to catch your nut for a price, but the ass kickin's always free!"

Wallflower made her way to the bathroom where she cleaned herself up. Walking out to the main lobby, she pulled the wad of cash out of her pocket. Fourteen customers she had blown at forty dollars a pop, five hundred and sixty dollars, not counting the thirty dollars in tips she had stashed in her sock, Bad Gee didn't need to know about that, that money was specifically for Wallflower. "So, Gee, I guess your cut is what, a hundred eighty?"

Bad Gee waved her off. "Normally if a hoe makes me have to shut down the gloryhole early, it'd be three hundred. But your last two customers, the futa gals. Well, the pretty one felt so bad that her hick friend worked you over so rough that she dropped two bills on the counter to cover your cut. So you owe me, let's say just one bill."

A hundred dollars. That wasn't too bad, much better than having to drop three hundred. She pulled one hundred dollars out of her stack and dropped it on the counter. "I'm going to take a couple of days off. The last one damn near broke my jaw she was so damn thick. I'll be back Saturday evening to make some more cash." She turned to walk out the door.

Bad Gee called after her."Hey."

Wallflower turned back. "Hmm?"

"A couple of guys left outta here in a foul mood. Though I ain't seen 'em lurkin' around, that don't mean they ain't hidin' in some shadowy alleyway peepin' the front of the store. I know that you're a tough gal, but I've seen the aftermath of what a couple of guys who think the world owes them a nut do when they encounter a lone gal who was worn out from a hard day workin'." Bad Gee rubbed the back of her neck. "I don't wanna see a cute gal like you get messed up."

Wallflower was left speechless for a moment. In the three months she worked the hole for Bad Gee, she had never seen this side of her. She cleared her throat. "Uh, yeah, sure. If it'll make you feel better, you can walk with me down to the stop. It'll be nice to have someone to talk to."

"Now look here, we ain't friends. I just don't want to see no gal workin' for me get run through hard by some skeeves...unless you're into that sorta thing. I wasn't joshin' ya when I said you were cute. I gotta place right 'round the corner from here. Wouldn't mind wakin' up with you in the bed with me."

"Gee, I'm flattered and if I were into gals, you'd be at the very top of my list. Also, isn't there some pimp's code to not date their whores?"

Bad Gee chuckled. "The word you're lookin' for is madam. A pimp is a man who has guys and gals sellin' their bodies for them. And no, I ain't your madam. Though my name's on the deed, I'm a partial business partner with a couple of real madams named Big Mamma and Night Lady."

"So how is this legal?", Wallflower asked. She was curious as this was the first real conversation she had with Bad Gee in the three months she had been working here.

"As long as I got less than three folks sellin' their bodies outta this shop, don't got no beds, couches or benches, or puttin' nobody on the street corner and keep my bidness here in the red light district, I don't need no hookin' permit.", Bad Gee answered frankly. "Just keep your ID on ya in case five-oh decides to roll up, so you can prove you're at least eighteen and can legally work here. Big Mamma and Night Lady owns a few upscale clubs that qualify as brothels and require a hookin' permit. They also have some clout with the local and state lawmakers that keeps small, locally owned and operated shops like this from needin' hookin' permits as long as we keep our whores below a certain number. In return Big Mamma and Night Lady buys a fifteen percent stake in these shops, with the agreement that they reserve the right to recruit talent from us. As long as we don't peddle kiddie porn or drugs, or don' t have minors workin' for us, and keep everything above board, the blue boys don't care all that much. Now c'mon, let's get ya down to the stop. If I see any of them pervos slinkin' around, I can have the cops here in fifteen. Yeah, I'll see the number of customers for the next couple of weeks dip down. I'd rather see a little money lost than see a single freckle on your cute cheeks knocked outta place."

Wallflower blushed. She had never really had anyone flirt with her, well except for maybe Sunset Shimmer. The former bully was hot, anyone could see that, plus she was actually a horse-girl from a parallel dimension. Wallflower surmised that she must be some sort of magnet for the bad girl. She didn't understand why, she wasn't pretty in any conventional sense. A plain Jane face, small breasts, flat ass, a slightly pudgy midsection, a mop of dark green hair that could be considered unruly on the best of days, thighs that were decidedly un-thicc, narrow hips, and worst of all...freckles. Now she had two different bad girl archetypes that had been flirting with her.

Bad Gee watched as the bus that was holding the cute green-skinned girl with freckles pull away. She always had a thing for cute girls with freckles. "Gah! I shoulda told her that her face was like the night sky and each freckle was like a beautiful star. Fuck! That woulda worked! Get your head in the game, Gilda!" The phone in her pocket rang. She pulled it out and answered. "You're go for Gee!" " Ah. You heard." "Nah! Nothin' I couldn't handle." "My workin' girl got run a little hard by a futa-gal." "Nah,I don't think was trying to hurt her." "Uh, orange skin, blonde hair, cowboy hat, hayseed accent, came in with a real pretty yellow-skinned futa-gal." "Nah,no need to do anything." "Because when my gal fell out after getting overwhelmed, she immediately called for help." "Uh-huh." "Uh-huh." "Uh-no." "Uh-uh. The next time she comes into the store, I'll just tell her that she'll either have to settle for a handy or move to the back of the line as I can't afford to shut down the gloryhole early again." "Yeah, there were a couple of guys who wanted to get their necks all twisted up about it." "Yeah, I made sure she got onto the bus all safe and sound." "Yeah, I'll check my cameras and send you the stills." "Yeah, she's taking a few days off and will be back Saturday." "Because she's making more money here than she could flippin' burgers or foldin' sweaters." "I love you too, Big Mamma. Oh, and give Night Lady my love too!" "Kay, bye"

The interview and test for new employers

Saturday had come faster than Wallflower felt it should. Stepping into the closet that had been repurposed as a gloryhole, she stripped off her shirt. Feeling a bit more adventurous, she reached behind her and undid the clasp of her bra. Slouching her shoulder, she let the undergarment slide off, shuddering at the feel of the air now caressing the nipples on her bare breasts. Dropping the two now shed articles of clothing off to the side, she made sure the door to the little room was locked, plugged in the string of blueish-white lights into the wall outlet, removed the little slat from hole in the wall and flipped the toggle switch next to the peephole. It wouldn't be long before her first customer made their way to the neighboring booth.

***

"Gok-gok-gok! Wallflower bobbed her head on the cock of her first customer. She made lewd noises as his glans brushed the back of her tongue. The guy wasn't particularly long or thick, but he had spoken nicely to her, so she decided to put on a show for him. She made overly loud slurping sounds as she slid off his dick and started jerking him off."Goddamn, baby. I don't know if I can handle such a big, thick dick.", she said softy through the gloryhole.

This elicited several moans and grunts of pleasure from the guy on the other side.

Wallflower leaned her face closer to the member sticking through the gloryhole, planted a few kisses on the head and flicked the tip.

"Ah! Ah! Oooooh!" He was cumming any second now and had paid for a blowjob, not a hand job with kisses and licks. She took the head of the dick in her mouth and started flicking her tongue around the head. "Ah! Ah! Aaaarrrrrgh!" Warm, salty and slightly bitter jizz splashed across her tongue.

Once the last bursts of semen petered out, Wallflower used her hand to hold him in place and started swallowing. She released the dick and it withdrew.

"Whew!", the man exclaimed. "You're good at what you do, sweetheart. Next time I get paid, I'm definitely coming back."

"Remember, here and Flesh-N-Fun 4 U, the blowjobs cost forty bucks, but the swallowing is free.", Wallflower said softly through the gloryhole. She watched him leave through the peephole, a moment later Flash Sentry walked in.

"Uh, hi? What are your rates for different things?"

"Forty for a blowjob, twenty-five for a hand job, cash up front."

Flash pulled out his wallet and sucked in sharply through his teeth. "That's kinda steep. What will fifteen get me?"

Wallflower quickly and sharply closed the wooden slat on the gloryhole.

"Fine. Fine. Twenty-five it is."

Wallflower pulled that slat away from the gloryhole. She glared at Flash through the peephole. "Twenty-five for ten minutes, cash up front. You don't catch your nut by then, twenty-five for another ten minutes or you can go jerk yourself off.", she said softly through the gloryhole. Seriously! The nerve of this guy! She used to think he was the hottest guy around, now she sees him as a cheapskate. He's probably still simping after Twilight Sparkle. Get a clue, buddy!

Flash slipped the money through the gloryhole then slipped his cock through.

Wallflower spat on her palm, gripped his dick and started jerking him off roughly.

"Not so rough!"

"Do you want to get off or do you want to pay for another ten minutes?"

Flash let out a long sigh. "Fine!"

Wallflower resumed jerking him off.

After two minuted Flash started panting and let out a long grunt.

Wallflower tried to move out of the way, but being on her knees meant she wasn't able to move fast enough. Strings of semen splatted against her neck and chest. She released the quickly softening dick.

Flash withdrew his cock, tucked it back in his pants and pulled the zipper on his fly up. He left the booth with his head hanging low like he had just been caught with his hand in the cookie jar.

For the next two hours Wallflower sucked off ten customers that visited her gloryhole.

"Grkk! Hrrk!" The guy she was currently sucking off had request she put her mouth up to the hole so he could fuck her face. He was nine inches long, but only of average thickness. He was using her mouth and throat like a fleshlight. Fortunately he was a minute man.

"Take it! Take like a bitch!", he growled as he deposited his load straight in her throat.

Wallflower had no choice but to swallow or else she would have choked on his load.

Once he finished, he withdrew his prick, tucked it back into his pants and left the booth.

Wallflower was genuinely surprised at who walked in next: Sunset Shimmer! The girl who bullied her for nearly three years. The girl she used the memory stone to delete everyone's good memories of before it was destroyed. The second hottest girl back when she was in school. And now she was at the Flesh-N-Fun 4 U gloryhole ready to receive the services of Wallflower Blush!

"I'm going to dispense with the pleasantries. I'm scouting new talent for Big Mamma and Night Lady, and I know who you are."

Wallflower recoiled from the hole. Gloryholes were supposed to be anonymous, knowing who was on the other side defeated the purpose.

"I'm not here for your mouth. I've already heard good things about how you get guys and futas off quickly. I'm here to test out your pussy for Big Mamma and Night Lady, and a little bit for my own pleasure. I've wanted to fuck you for a long time. So how much to get a crack at your snizz?"

Wallflower balked. The first and only time she had ever had vaginal intercourse was when she was seventeen. It was after the Spring Fling. Her fellow gardening club members had hooked her up with Micro Chips, they had even got her a nice dress. The deed happened in the back of a rented limo after the dance. She was glad he had worn a condom because he was a two pump chump. She thought for a moment on a price. Eighty bucks? Possibly, but there was a really good chance Sunset was going to go in raw, and she'd need the extra money for a pregnancy test and possibly a Plan B pill. Two hundred dollars? Maybe if she was going to stick it in her ass. "One hundred dollars, cash up front.", Wallflower said through the hole, she didn't bother to speak softly as there was no need to speak softly or whisper to hide who she was.

"Hmm. Sounds a little steep, but if your pussy is as good as I've heard about your mouth, then it's money well spent. Also, you might want to put on your A game for me as I'll report back to my bosses." Sunset pulled out a wad of cash and shoved a crisp one hundred dollar bill through the hole. "I forgot to ask if you prefer new hondo or old hondo.", she said with a snicker. "Now put that pussy up to the hole."

Wallflower pulled out the wad of cash from her pocket, added the hundred dollar bill to it, then slipped it back into her pocket. Standing up, she undid the button and zipper on her jeans. Slipping her thumbs into the waistband, she pulled her jeans and panties down to her knees, and pressed her slit up to the hole.

"Mmm, will you look at that! Such a nice looking fuck hole.", Sunset said with a lustful growl. "It should be a crime to desecrate such a pretty pussy. Let's see how eager you are for this dick."

Wallflower let out a squeak she felt fingers prod at her labia, then pulled them apart.

"Mmm! Such a pretty shade of pink. Let's see if you're ready for this futa dick!"

"Ahn!" Wallflower let out a moan as two fingers entered her. She quickly covered her mouth. Those two fingers began to wiggle! She bit her lip, trying to hold back the moans, she failed. "Hah! Ooh! Aah! Hahn!" She felt her nethers gush.

"Oh my, my, my, my! Looks like this whore is ready for some dicking!"

"Hnn!" Wallflower couldn't help but moan as those two fingers were curled downwards and scraped against her g-spot as they were withdrawn. She heard Sunset make a lewd popping noise, like something was pulled from her mouth.

"Mmm! Your pussy juice tastes good. Now get ready, whore, here it comes!"

Wallflower felt something blunt push against her folds. "Mmm! Oh!" She couldn't help but moan as that blunt tip shoved against her lower lips. "Haaaahnn!" A moan of pleasure and pain escaped her lips as that flat head breached the entrance of her moist tunnel.

"Mmf! So tight and wet and warm! It really should be a crime to stretch out such a perfect pussy! Get ready for a little more, bitch!"

"Hah! Ahn! Oh! Ooh! Ahn-mmm!" Wallflower couldn't help but cry out as the flat-headed invader slowly pushed forward, stretching her inner walls. "Hah! Hah! Mmmnnnn!" She moaned as her tunnel flexed and gushed against the fleshy intruder.

"That's it! Cum on this dick! Rrrr! Ooh! Mmmm! You're so Celestia-damned tight! I might just blow my load early!"

"Hah! Nyah! Uhn!" That turgid member pushed forward slowly until it hit Wallflower's inner barrier and stopped. The flesh rod stayed still for a moment.

"Mmm! You took almost seven inches. Not bad! Not Bad! I've only met three humans who could take me down to the ring and you're nearly to it."

Wallflower whimpered as the blunt-tipped rod began to slowly withdraw, leaving an empty feeling inside of her. It withdrew until just the head stayed inside her. "Hah-hrrr!" She let out a throaty, grunting moan as the member slid back in with a little more force.

Soon Sunset was pistoning in and out of Wallflower's slick channel.

"Hah-unf! Ahn-unf! Nyah-uk!" Wallflower let out moans and grunts as the blunt-head slid back into her with force. The flat glans was crushing her g-spot, and when it hit her innermost barrier, it felt like a midget was punching her. "Harg-rabble-grabble-grahg!" Her vision went blurry, warm slickness dripped down her thighs, deep, throaty, guttural sounds poured out of her throat, the walls of her pussy clenched and spasmed.

"Huh-hah-nyeh-guh-graaaah!" Sunset let out guttural noises as her thrusts became frantic and uncoordinated.

Wallflower felt a heavy warmth blossom in her stomach. Her legs trembled and her knees buckled. Warm, wet lines shot across her ass and back.

Both gals panted and gasped for air.

Sunset had just came in her! If the stories about girls with futaism were true, then Wallflower was most likely pregnant, and she wasn't on birth control! Hot, sticky jizz seeped out of her cunt and pooled on the floor.

"Don't worry about getting pregnant...", Sunset said. "Ponies and humans aren't compatible. Too bad. I'd love to see your belly swollen up with my bastard inside."

Propping up on her forearms, she look back to glare at the gloryhole. What she saw made her jaw drop. The dick sticking through was bigger than any she had see before, and it definitely wasn't human. A blunt, battering ram-like head, a shaft that steadily thickened until it met a fleshy ring three quarters of the way down. The damn thing was as thick as her forearm. How in the hell did she take something like that? "Uh--Wh--Wha--How?!"

"Heh! You're wondering how you took this beast. Ponies produce a constant sympathetic field that makes our muscles and joints very flexible and stretchy. When we fuck someone, we can transfer some of our stretchiness to them. Futaism is also much more common in Equestria as mares outnumber stallion four-to-one, and if it wasn't for this mutation, we'd have died out a long time ago...or our numbers would be much lower."

Sunset partially withdrew her dick, then slipped forty bucks through. "I can't put away a dirty dick."

Wallflower shuffled around on the floor until she was face-to-face with the dick. Opening her mouth wide, she pressed it to the blunt head that was as big as an apple. Sure enough her jaw was able to stretch around it with only some mild discomfort. She pushed her head slowly forward. The taste of Sunset's cum and her secretions, along with a salty, musky flavor, danced across her tastebuds. "Glrk! Glrk! Glrk!" She bobbed her head, taking the animalistic member member into her throat. It was weird to feel her throat stretch in a way it had never done before.

"That's it! Get it good and clean! Take it all the way down to the ring! When I pull my cock out, I want to see it glisten with a spit shine!"

Wallflower pushed her head steadily forward. Her jaw and throat stretched. Her lips reached the fleshy ring. Feeling adventurous, she pushed further forward until her lips were kissing the gloryhole.

"Holy Tartarus! You are one hungry whore! Nnyeah! Get ready, bitch, you're about to get a hot meal! Arrrgh!"

Wallflower felt a heavy blossom of warmth in her belly. She pulled back from the pulsating meat log. Hot, salty, musky jizz splashed on her tongue. She pulled the head from her mouth with a wet pop. Three final hot, sticky strands shot across her face, some of it matted in her hair.

There was a soft thump as Sunset panted. "Faust-damn, bitch! I've never had anyone drain me like that before. I think Big Mamma and Night Lady are going to be happy with their investment." She withdrew her dick and forty more dollars went in through the hole. "You earned this."

Wallflower gathered up the money and added it to the wad she had earned tonight. She froze when she heard Sunset shout, "Hey fellas! This whore's got good pussy!"

There was a cheer from the shop.

"Fuck.", was all Wallflower could say.

There was a whole line of guys who wanted her pussy. After the first two came inside her, she quickly learned the signs when a guy was cumming and she'd pull off of him. At the end of the night her thighs, ass and back were a mess of white streaks. Just one last customer and she'd be done.

The guy walked in the booth carrying a bottle of lube. "How much for your ass?"

Wallflower paused for a moment She was tired, sticky and sore. She had over four thousand dollars in her cash wad right now. She could refuse this guy, have Bad Gee dock her pay and she'd still go home with almost two thousand dollars. Then again, she had already been fucked in her pussy forty times tonight at one hundred dollars a pop, what was one dick in her ass. "Two hundred dollars, cash up front or no ass."

The guy quickly shoved two one hundred dollar bills through the hole. Whipping out his dick, he lathered lube on it. It was thick and long, nowhere near as thick or long as Sunset's animal cock, it was nine inches, on the upper end for guys. She lined up her pucker with the gloryhole.

Wallflower grunted as a slickened member prodded at her anus. She tried to brace herself and relax at the same time. A gasp escaped her throat as he roughly penetrated her rectum. The guy crammed his dick into her bowels without any gentleness.

Wallflower played with her clit as she tried to put her mind into a pleasurable fantasy. Fortunately the guy lasted three minutes.

"Gra-grrraaaaaaahhhh!"

Warmth spread through her stomach when he came. Wallflower collapsed to her hands and knees panting as the guy withdrew. As she heard the front door chime, she was wondering how she was going to get cleaned up. The sound of the key in the lock drew her attention.

Bad Gee opened the door and pulled the little chain on the overhead light. "Goddamn! You got worked over tonight."

"Let me get cleaned up and I'll pay you."

Bad Gee waved her off. "We'll worry about getting my money later. You got a meeting in thirty."

"Wha?"

"Yeah. Leave your clothes and we'll go to the mop closet. There's a floor basin. I got some body wash and shampoo."

It was awkward rubbing sudsy body wash on her body and shampoo in her hair, especially with Bad Gee leching over her as she held the hose. Bad Gee rinsed her off and tossed a towel to her.

"Can I get my clothes now?"

"Nope! Just get dried off as best you can. We gotta go to your meeting. They're gonna want to see your goods."

***

Wallflower walked with Bad Gee to the back corner of the storeroom that had been cleared out to form a makeshift break room. Instead of the open area that had a few folding chairs, an old card table and a mini fridge, there were a few fancy folding dividers. The smell of incense wafted through the air, soft colored lighting shown from behind the dividers and soft music filled the air. Four large men in track suits stood in front of the dividers.

Bad Gee stopped Wallflower. "You are about to meet Big Mamma and Night Lady. Here are the rules: One, you don't speak unless you're spoken to first. If you speak out of turn, you will taste their pimp hand. I've always made it a personal rule to never smack a hoe working under me unless they really got out of line. Big Mamma and Night Lady, they're proper old school madams and they expect a certain amount of respect from hoes. Two, anything they ask of you in this meeting, you do. Failure to do so will earn you a pimp hand, and I'd hate to see a single freckle on your body bruised. Three, when they ask you a question, you end the reply with 'Yes Big Mamma', 'Yes Night Lady', or 'Yes ma'am.' If those words don't come out of your mouth, you will receive their pimp hand."

Bad Gee put her hand around Wallflower's shoulder. It was rough and Wallflower could feel the woman's strength. She kinda liked it and wondered if she should have taken her up on her advances.

The two of the walked up to the dividers, Bad Gee cleared her throat and said in a loud, clear voice, "Big Mamma, Night Lady, it's me, Gilda. I've brought for your approval your next prospect."

Wallflower never hear Bad Gee's real name before. Gilda, it made her seem less scary and more feminine.

A familiar voice replied, "Ah yes. Raul, Pyotr, let miss Gilda and the little dearie in if you please."

Two of the big men moved a section of the fancy dividers and waved the gals through.

Stepping into the area, Wallflower gaped. There was a velvet couch, sitting on the couch were her former principals, Celestia and Luna. Both women were wearing expensive, custom tailored suits with silk ties and floor length fur coats, they both wore multiple gold chains around their necks and multiple rings on their fingers, on their head they wore fancy hats with a pheasant feather in it and black dress shoes polished to a mirror shine. Luna had a large gold plaque hanging from one of her necklaces that read 'Big Mamma'. Celestia smiled revealing a gold grill on her teeth that had gems that spelled out 'Night Lady'. In the back corner Sunset Shimmer stood, dressed in a smart pantsuit, in her hands she had a silver platter that held a bottle of champagne and several crystal champagne flutes. On the couch between Big Mamma and Night Lady were two women about Wallflower's age dressed in micro-skirts that barely covered anything, thigh-high stockings, high heels, and a half-shirt that barely covered their nipples and areolas, and a young man around the same age that wore short-shorts so short that was only a miracle that his twig and berries didn't fall out, a fishnet half-shirt, white low-top tennis shoes and knee-high tube socks.

"Come in so we can get a better look at you.", Night Lady said.

Wallflower said nothing, but simply did as she was told.

"Turn around slowly so we can get a good look at you, front and back.", Night lady said, turning her hand slowly in a circle.

"Yes ma'am.", Wallflower replied. Awkwardly she turned in a circle.

"A nice petite frame.", Night Lady said.

"Indeed. The little bit of pudge in the middle adds to the appeal.", Big Mamma replied. "Alright stand facing us, back straight, feet shoulder-width apart, chin up, arms crossed behind you on the small of your back."

Wallflower complied.

Big Mamma stood up and walked over. She ran her eyes up and down Wallflower's body. "A beautiful example of the petite feminine form. Though we will have to trim your pubic hair. Some clients do like girls who are au naturale, most prefer a well trimmed and groomed bush." She reached up and ran her hands across Wallflower's breasts. "Firm with the proper amount of give. Nipples firm and responsive to touch. Moderate-sized areolas." She ran her hands across Wallflower's buttocks. "Muscular and firm with just a little give. Needs a bit more roundness. Nothing that a couple weeks of some squat exercises won't cure."

"Turn around, facing away from us, spread your legs twice shoulder-width, bed over at the waist as far as you can.", Night Lady said.

Wallflower did as she was told.

Night Lady walked over and spread Wallflower's butt cheeks. She pressed a thumb to Wallflower's anus, making her squeak. "Did you have anal sex tonight?"

"Y-yes ma'am."

"How many client did you have anal sex with?"

"One ma'am."

"Pearl, bring me a bottle of scented water-based lubricant and a box of gloves."

"Yes, Night Lady.", Wallflower heard one of the girls reply.

"I want you to grasp your glutes and spread them as far apart as you can.", Night Lady said

"Glutes, ma'am?"

Night Lady lightly slapped one of Wallflower's butt cheeks, making her squeak with surprise. "These. Your gluteus maximus. Grasp them in your hands and spread them apart as far as you can."

Wallflower grabbed her butt cheeks and spread them apart. She let out a squeak when she felt something cold and sticky get rubbed against her anus. A second later she grunted when she felt a lubricated finger slid into her rectum. "Relax your rectal sphincter and it will be pleasurable."

Wallflower tried to relax.

Night Lady wiggled her finger. "This muscle right here. There you go." She twisted her finger around inside Wallflower's rectum. "Now I want you to use your muscles and try to push my finger out. Hmm. Good strength and proper tautness, but she needs to learn how to use muscle control."

"Something she can learn with more 'hands-on' experience.", Big Mamma said.

Night Lady hummed thoughtfully. "Perhaps. But there's no need to throw her in the deep end right away." She removed her finger from Wallflower's anus, took off the glove and tossed it in a nearby trashcan. Putting on a fresh glove, she said, "Let's inspect your labia majora, labia minora, clitoris and vagina. Release your gluteus and touch your toes or as close as you can get them."

Wallflower reached down with her hands, trying to touch her toes with her fingertips. She whimpered as she felt a pair of fingers run along her lower lips.

"Have you had vaginal intercourse tonight?"

"Y-yes ma'am."

"How many penetrated you?"

"Forty, ma'am. No, wait...forty-one."

*smack*

Wallflower let out a yelp as a sharp slap landed on her butt cheek.

"The last words out of your mouth shall be Night Lady or ma'am when answering my questions.", Night Lady stated in a stern tone. "A proper prostitute shall always refer myself or Big Mamma in such a manner. I know miss Gilda has a much more informal with the working girls here at the shop. That's her prerogative as she is the majority owner and proprietor of this establishment. We only have a combined twenty-five percent stake invested in her business."

"Night Lady...", Big Mamma interjected. "I know old habits die hard from back in the days before prostitution was legal here in Canterlot City and we had to directly compete with the pimp and gangs. There is no need to strike our new interviewee for what was a slip of the tongue. If you feel slighted by what she said...or in this case what she failed to say, there are better means to correct her. Now miss Wallflower, you said you had vaginal intercourse with forty-one clients?"

"Yes ma'am."

"Did you use any protection? Condoms? Vaginal sponge? Diaphragm?"

"No, I didn't. Uh...b-Big--ah Big Mamma!"

"Did they all ejaculate inside of you?"

"Only three did. I pulled off of the rest when I realized they were getting close. Uh, ma'am."

"Hmm... Very astute learning curve. That shows awareness of your situation. I know most men and women with futaism like finishing inside a working girl. When we're done with the interview process, miss Gilda will drive you down to the clinic for a contraception pill and to get fitted for a diaphragm. No need to potentially miss weeks of work because you got pregnant and had to give birth...even if a lot of guys and more than a few futas enjoy having intercourse with a young woman who is pregnant. Night Lady, please continue with the physical examination portion of the interview process."

Night Lady continued her examination.

Wallflower bit her lip to avoid making any sounds as a finger caressed up and down her slit.

"Even after servicing forty-one customers vaginally, she still produces plenty of natural lubricant. Ah, youth." The finger was removed from Wallflower's slit and Night Lady said after a moment, "Good viscosity."

Wallflower felt warm breath against her nethers followed by a few sniffs.

"Good feminine musk. Smells like she washes herself properly. No smell of a yeast or urinary infection, though after servicing so many clients back-to-back it would do good for you to get some over-the-counter yeast medication, just in case. No smell of perfumes or other scents. You don't douche, do you?"

"N-no ma'am. Should I? Uh...ma'am."

"No, no. Douching will mess up your natural PH balance, throw off your natural bacterial culture, and lead to more yeast infections and urinary infections. Douching should only be done by a licensed gynecologist for medical reasons, like if you develop a nasty infection."

Wallflower had been told never to douche, but she never knew she has bacteria down there. "Ah-nff!" She couldn't help but let out a moan as a tongue run up the length of her slit.

Night Lady smacked her lips. "Proper taste. Just hold steady dearie, there are only a few more examinations we need to do and this part of your interview."

"Hoh-ooh!" Wallflower couldn't help but let out a surprised moan as two fingers entered her.

"Now I want you to clench down on my fingers. Good! Now I want you to try to push my fingers out. You can do it. Those muscles were made to push a baby out. There you go! Now I want to test your threshold for clitoral stimulation. Don't be ashamed to make some noises or have an orgasm."

"Hahmn Ah! Mmm! Hu-wah! Ahn!" Wallflower couldn't stop the panting moans as a finger made circles on her nub. After several minutes her vision became swimmy as her eyes rolled up in her head, her arms and legs trembled as they stiffened. "Hrgh-grah-grabble-rabble-hrgbrrghzzz!" The whole world became fuzzy and glowy. Her legs buckled and she lay on the floor face-down-ass-up as she rode out the orgasm.

Wallflower panted and gasped for breath as the muscles in her body gave one last shuddering shiver.

"Alright, this ends the final portion of the physical examination.", Night Lady said. "Let's take ten minutes for some refreshments. Little Red, please serve our prospect first. She needs it."

Sunset, or 'Little Red' as Wallflower observed her being called, walked over. She shifted the silver tray to one hand and said, "Pearl, come over here and help me out."

Wallflower observed the girl called Pearl, she had pale blue skin, and electric blue and pearly pink two-tone hair, walk over.

"Hold the flute while I pour her some champagne.", 'Little Red' said.

Wallflower watched as the clear, amber-colored, bubbly liquid poured into the crystal champagne flute. She looked down at the fizzy liquid after taking the flute. "I'm, uh, I'm not twenty-one."

"Do you plan on driving a car or operating heavy machinery after leaving here?", Night Lady asked as she took a freshly filled flute. "Thank you."

"No ma'am."

"Is it against your religion or personal creed to imbibe alcohol?" Big Mamma asked.

"Do you plan on going to a cop and turning yourself in for drinking alcohol before the age of twenty-one?", Little Red asked with a bit of snark.

"That's enough of that, Red!", Big Mamma said sharply with a snap of her fingers.

Little Red hung her head. "Yes ma'am. I'm sorry ma'am."

"We'll discuss this later, Red.", Big Mamma said with a stern expression. A moment later her expression changed to a more pleasant one. "I know you've got to have a million questions zipping around in your head. Feel free to ask a few while we partake in the refreshment."

Wallflower took a large swallow of the champagne to steady her nerves.

"Sip it.", Night Lady chided. "This is good champagne. Drink it too fast and it'll go straight to your head."

Wallflower nodded. She took a breath as she mentally braced to ask her questions. "You're both principals at Canterlot High." This got a nod from both women. "How long have the two of you been pimps, or madams, or whatever?"

Night Lady answered, "My sister and I inherited the business from our parents. They were a pimp and madame known as Silver Stars and Gold Bug."

"What happened to them?"

"We ran them out of business."

"Really?!"

Big Mamma and Night Lady chuckled at that. "No. Mother and father quit the business and we took over it from them. They're now spending their days in Palm Beach staying drunk on tropical drinks and baking themselves to a crisp in the sun as they lounge next to their pool"

"So why are you principals at a public high school? Being madams must pay better."

Night Lady held up a finger. "One, we both enjoy being educators. Of course being a principal is more of an administrative position." She held up a second finger. "Two, we take a percentage of our earnings and invest it into the school. The funding for the public school system is very bad. If we didn't then you'd all have to attend Crystal Preparatory Academy, and because that's a private school, all who attend there would have to pay tuition. For the ones who couldn't afford Crystal Prep's tuition, which would be most of you, you'd have to go to a school outside the county. And that would be if you lived close enough for the buses to pick you up or if you had access to a ride. I'm sure that Annie 'Granny' Smith and Cloudy Quartz would homeschool their children and grandchildren." She held up a third finger. "Three, education is a good thing. It gives the guys and girls more options than working at a gentleman's club or selling their bodies. One of the stipulations for anyone to be legally employed as a sex worker in the county or city of Canterlot, they have to be a minimum age of eighteen and at least six months out of school."

Big Mamma looked Wallflower in the eyes. "So what sort of plans for the future do you have?"

Wallflower thought on the question for a few minutes. She honestly didn't really make any long term plans. Her grades back in school weren't particularly great and she had barely just enough credits to graduate. Though she did have some skill with plants, they were more on the lines of transplanting a flower or shrub into a pot and not have it die. Farmers were much better at that than her. Wallflower shrugged her shoulders and said, "For now I think I'll keep sucking and fucking for cash. I'm pretty good at that."

Big Mamma leaned back on the couch and wrapped an arm around Pearl's shoulders. "There's nothing wrong with talking pride in being a prostitute. Most working girls have aspirations to go do something bigger. Some don't as they enjoy prostitution. Pearl here is using the money she earns to take internet courses to get her degree in business and finance."

Wallflower squared up her shoulders and spread a confident grin on her face. Working at the gloryhole for the past few months, she found that she enjoyed it when guys and futas called her whore or slut or similar slur before blowing their load. "I know I'm a whore and I don't like to pretend to be something I'm not. I know most people only see me as a set of warm holes, and as long they pay, that's what I'll be for them, ma'am." After saying that, she felt very hot around her face and neck. She downed the remainder of champagne in her flute with a massive gulp.

Big Mamma and Night Lady gave each other a nod. Big Mamma gently caressed Pearl's cheek. "Be a dear and get me warmed up."

Wallflower watched through the slight swimmy feeling the champagne left in her head as Pearl lifted up the front of her half-shirt, revealing her ample breasts. Big Mamma groped Pearl's breasts as the gal reached for the madam's zipper.

Wallflower's eyes went wide as Pearl drew out a semi-flaccid, dark blue cock and started jerking it off. Once the dark blue cock started becoming turgid in her hand, Pearl bent over and started sucking it off.

"Mmh! Oh yeah! That's it! Slobber all over it." Big Mamma locked eyes with Wallflower. "Pearl's tongue is like kisses from an angel and her throat is like silk. I hear tell you have an amazing mouth and throat. It's time for the tryout portion of the interview. Raul, Pyotr, Stephens, Doohan. You four have been very professional and your reward will be to partake in our new prospect."

Night Lady gestured at Bad Gee then at Wallflower. "Bad Gee, get your working girl ready while Tanzanite warms me up."

Bad Gee walked over to Wallflower with authority, grabbed her by the arm and roughly kissed the green-skinned girl. Wallflower closed her eyes and pressed hard into Bad Gee's mouth as the biker chick's tongue wiggled and rolled in her mouth, dominating her tongue.

Wallflower closed her eyes and allowed the aggressive biker chick to take command of her mouth. She moaned into the kiss as one of Bad Gee's hands roughly groped her tits. Bad Gee's other hand snaked down her back and roughly cupped her ass. She whimpered into the kiss as the biker chick's finger slipped between the cleft of her cheeks and rubbed against her pucker.

"Ah! Ah! Ah!" Wallflower broke from the kiss and arched her head back when Bad Gee slipped two fingers into her slit.

Bad Gee reached into her vest pocket and pulled out a pastel pink pill with a little red heart printed on the center. "This is something Little Red brought back from home. It's called Pink Princess Passion. It's a little like X but without the nastier side effects. Put it under your tongue and let it dissolve. For the next hour every time you get fucked, it'll feel like your first time with someone you love."

Wallflower opened her mouth and Bad Gee slid it under her tongue. Almost immediately her mouth was filled with a sugary sweet effervescent sensation. Over the next few minutes the pill dissolved and a slowly growing warm radiance spread through her body until she felt like she was in a sauna. Everywhere Bad Gee brushed her rough fingers across her skin, it felt like static electricity was dancing across her nerves, which caused her pussy and asshole to clench. She panted with lust as nectar dripped down the inside of her thighs.

"Alright, she's nice and hot.", Bad Gee said. She turned Wallflower around, gave her a little shove forward and gave her ass a sharp swat.

Big Mamma gave Pearl a few taps on her head to signal the girl to back off. She pulled her pants and underwear down to her ankles, showing her futa cock standing proud above her moist slit. With a finger she gestured Wallflower over. "Now showcase for us your fellatio skills so we can judge them firsthand."

Wallflower dropped down to all fours and crawled over like a cat approaching a bowl of cream. If she had been able to think clearly, she would have remembered from health class that women with futaism don't have ovaries or testicles, but a special internal sex organ called gyno-testes which produces a hormone that acts simultaneously like testosterone and estrogen, and allows them to both ovulate and produce semen.

Wallflower buried her face in Big Mamma's crotch. With one long lick she ran her tongue up from the base of the futa madam's cunt, up her shaft and to the head. She ran her tongue around the head.

"Hnn-ggg!" Big Mamma let out a long grunting sigh.

Wallflower still had the presence of mind to work at getting Big Mamma off as fast as possible. Taking a gulp of air, she plunged downwards, engulfing the futa dick in her mouth. Big Mamma's cock was only slightly above average in length and of average girth, nothing Wallflower hadn't handled before. As she reached the base of the woman's shaft and her nose made contact with the madam's well-trimmed bush, she slid her tongue out of her mouth. As her wet muscle brushed against the futa's folds, she wiggled it back and forth, lapping up the woman's vaginal secretions.

Big Mamma tightly clenched her fists, gripping the cushions of the velvet couch and arched her back. "Guh! Ooh! Oh fuck! Pearl, if she keeps this up, you're going to have competition for the silk throat title!"

Pearl flopped back on the couch with a harrumph and crossed her arms over her chest. "Ain't no way some hole whore is going to take my title from me."

*smack* Big Mamma quickly lashed out with her pimp hand, the back of it striking across Pearl's left cheek. The girl whimpered as she cowered from the strike, covering the side of her face protectively. "Watch your tone, bitch! Just for that you're demoted for the next month to floor walker. You want to disrespect me again?" She glowered at the girl who in turn cowered even further. "I didn't think so!" She gently patted Wallflower on her head. "I'm sorry you had to see that, dearie. Please continue your administrations."

Wallflower slid back up the shaft. Reaching the head, she paused just long enough to take another gulp of air, then started rapidly bobbing her head up and down. "Gok-gok-gok-gok-hock-hock-glak-glak!"

Big Mamma gripped her hair so tightly that she almost ripped it out from the roots. "Oh-fu-oh-fu-oh-shi! I can't hold it! I can't hold it!"

Wallflower quickly plunged her mouth all the way down to the base of the madam's cock, burying her nose firmly in the woman's bush and started swallowing over and over, using her throat to milk the cock.

"Hah! Hoo! Guh! Gr-Ahhhhh!"

Wallflower felt several hot splashes force their way into her throat. "Hrk-kaff!" She choked on the load and coughed, sending a big glob rocketing up into her sinuses. A pair of white trickles dripped out of her nostrils. She backed off of the still pulsing cock slight so that the head rested on the middle of her tongue. For several seconds hot blasts sprayed across her tongue, palate and tonsils. Once Big Mamma's blasts petered out, Wallflower pulled off of the dark blue rod with a wet, lewd pop. It gave one last weak spasm, sending a thin string of cum across her nose and cheek.

As Big Mamma's cock went flaccid and retreated until it looked like an oversized clit sitting atop her slit, Wallflower looked her in the eyes, opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue, showing off the pool of liquid white in the back of her mouth. She then closed her mouth, swallowed hard a couple of times, the reopened her mouth and stuck out her tongue, showing off that her mouth was now empty.

Sweat dripping down her body, she panting with a mixture of exhaustion and satisfaction, Big Mamma gave an approving smile. She gently patted Wallflower on the cheek. "You've earned my vote of confidence. Keep working like that and you'll become bottom bitch in no time...and one more thing, you're going to have to teach that swallowing trick to all the working girls."

Night Lady stood and discarded her pants and underwear. Her cunt and pale white erection were on full display, the latter of which. She gestured to the couch. "Lay here with your legs draped across the back and your head hanging off of the cushion."

Wallflower laid on the couch as instructed, with her head hanging off of the cushion and her legs draped over the back. She hadn't lain this way on a couch since she was a little girl. Night Lady walked over, her cock bouncing back and forth with each step, and grabbed Wallflower by the shoulders, adjusting her position slightly. She then gripped her cock by the base and aimed it at Wallflower's face.

"Open wide and say 'Ah!'"

"Ah--Hrglmph!"

Night Lady very quickly and roughly buried all seven inches of her cock into Wallflower's mouth and throat. She held it there, cutting the girl's air supply off.

It took Wallflower a moment to get used to the intruder that had penetrated her face hole. She had never sucked dick while upside down.

Night Lady withdrew her dick until the tip was left in Wallflower's mouth. "Suckle it like a baby on a bottle."

Wallflower suckled on the head of Night Lady's dick. She also flicked her tongue across the tip of the glans and circled it around the head.

"Mmm! Ooh! oh yeah! Just like that!" Night Lady moaned as her cock head was suckled, flicked with a tongue and licked around its circumference. "Alright, brace yourself dearie. This irrumatio is as much for my pleasure as it is to test your gag reflex. If you feel the need to vomit, just let it go. It won't be held against you. We have to test your body's limits to see where you need training."

Before Wallflower could contemplate what was said to her, Night Lady grabbed her by both sides of her head and thrust her dick roughly into the whore's mouth and throat. "Hurk! Hrgmph! Gok-gok-gok! Haurgmph! Glok-glak! Haaauuughkhz!"

Night Lady thrust with an irregular pattern of short thrusts that battered Wallflower's tonsils and uvula, and long deep stokes that rammed into her larynx. Silvery-clear ribbons of saliva clung to Night Lady's cock and oozed down her face.

After several minutes of Night Lady using Wallflower's mouth and throat as a fleshlight, she paused to wipe the sweat from her forehead. "Impressive! Most impressive! Either these months working here at the gloryhole has nearly eliminated your gag reflex, or you were born with a very strong one. Time to test the limits of your throat."

Night Lady roughly gripped Wallflower's hair and rammed the girl's head onto her groin as she rammed in and out at a feverish pace. Wet smacks, lewd slurps, gags and gurgles came from the rough face fucking.

The magic pony drug still in Wallflower's system made her pussy feel like it was on fire...in a good way. Between the magic pony drug, the rough face fucking and Night Lady's slit passing over he nose, she needed to get off...bad. She reached her fingers for her sopping twat.

*smack*

Wallflower would have yelped at the sudden and painful strike to her clitoris and labia if her throat wasn't currently being reamed out.

"Ah! Ah! Ah!", Night Lady scolded, not slowing her pace down a bit. "Good prostitutes don't touch themselves unless their client gives them permission to, and I haven't given you permission."

After a couple more minutes of Night Lady ramming her groin into Wallflower's face, she stopped and withdrew her cock until the head on the whore's palate. "Amazing! Even Pearl's silken throat cannot stand up to this much! It's almost as if you were born to fellate. I have one last trick to see whether or not you have a gag reflex."

Gripping tightly onto the sides of Wallflower's head, she rammed all seven inches of her cock in all the way to the base. She then started shimmying her hips back and forth, up and down, and around and around in circles. That did it!

Wallflower's stomach heaved. Night Lady quickly removed her cock and turned the girl's head to the side.

"Bleh-blargh-blaughgrbleble!" A mixture of stomach bile and clabbered semen gushed out of Wallflower's mouth and splattered onto the floor.

"It's okay. Just let it out." Night Lady gently stroked the sides of Wallflower's head and forehead.

Once Wallflower got past blowing chunks and dry heaving, she gasped for air.

Night Lady moved Wallflower's feet off of the back of the couch and positioned her where she was laying down on the couch. Sitting down, the madame placed the girl's head on her lap and gently stroked her forehead. "You did good. Better than good! You did great! You've passed the tests and after we get your contract written up, you are an official employee of Silk and Lace. That's our escort and prostitution service. But there is one more thing you must do tonight. Our guards have been good in restraining themselves, what with all the flesh on display and the oral sex. Bad Gee is still your employer, we are paying her two thousand dollars for the boys to get rid of their frustrations."

Night Lady stood up and gently laid Wallflower's head on the couch. She looked at the four guards. "If you plan on penetrating her, use prophylactics, go one at a time, and her mouth is off limits. If you give her tips, leave them neatly stacked at the end of the couch."

Once the events of the night were done, Bad Gee was helping Wallflower wash off. The biker chick was leching at her.

Though the magical pony drug had worked its way out of her system, Wallflower was still horny. She made lecherous glances over her shoulder, taking in the muscular for of the biker girl who also happened to be her employer currently.

A wicked and lecherous though tan through Wallflower's mind, so she decided to run with it. Reaching out a hand, she groped and stroked Bad Gee's groin. Stepping in close so that her naked form was pressed up against the biker's body, she leaned her head in close and kissed her neck, then nibbled her ear. "When we get done here, why don't you take me home and fuck me like the slut I am?", she whispered into Bad Gee's ear.

Bad Gee dropped the hose that was still spewing water, reached around Wallflower with both hands and firmly grabbed her ass, the girl in turn grabbed a heaping handful of taut, muscular biker ass.

"Once we get done at the clinic, we're going to go to my place, get ripped out of our skulls and then I'm going to wreck you!", Bad Gee snarled through clenched teeth. "First dry off and get dressed. We're taking my hog. If I had brought the roach, then I wouldn't give a shit if you were naked on the way back home."

Author's Note

Sorry for the long chapter. I wanted to get Wallflower passing her "employment evaluation" and her hooking up with Bad Gee.

If you want the next chapter to be Wallflower and Bad Gee getting high and fucking, put a Hell yeah! in your comment. If I get at least 3 hell yeahs in the comments, I'll write it, otherwise I just jump the time table forward to Wallflower working for Night Lady(Celestia) and Big Mamma(Luna) at one of their sex clubs.

Wallflower and Bad Gee-A passionate weekend Part 1: A raunchy night becomes something...more

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.