The Glad Pony

Celestia’s sun awoke, blazing its light over the horizon of the coming morning. In the town of Ponyville, an earth stallion named Goldengrape was waking up. Stretching his beige body with a yawn, he rose from his bed, only to sigh in a small melancholy. Looking around his room, he only saw he was still alone, whatever pleasurable dreams he had, had ended. Sighing again, he dragged himself out of bed. Scratching his pale blue, short cut mane, he dropped out of his pajamas, he walked naked to the bathroom.

While an average looking stallion in town, dangling between his legs was a not so average size. Even limp, his cock hung nearly to his knees, with a pair of heavy orbs that were almost unrealistic in scale. If not for the special orders he had to place, his package would be far more noticeable. But Goldengrape was a relatively shy stallion, and didn’t like to stand out. And yet, despite his desire to remain in the background of most things, he was lonely.

Cleaning himself off, his mind only wandered to what he wished he could have, a marefriend. The stallion was a kind-hearted pony, willing to help anyone who asked for it, going out of his way to be as polite as he could. But still, he was incredibly shy, and while there were no doubts he could flash his cock to a few of the more slutty mares in town, he didn’t want that. A marefriend was something he’s wanted for so long, but approaching any mare like that always seemed to make him shiver with nervousness.

“Another day…another day alone…” Goldengrape sighed, scrubbing his body. Looking down, he saw his cock was twitching, eager to swell as his thoughts drifted to the many mares in town he considered but never approached. “I…I can’t keep going like this.” His mind drifted, trying to push out the mares, and more the rumors and recent events he had heard at work. “I think I heard that there was a brothel recently built. It’s not the same…” Looking at his cock, he nodded. “But it should help blow off some steam.”

Finishing his shower, he dried himself off. And once dressed, Goldengrape left his home. Walking along the streets of Ponyville, he took in the morning air. It was still too early for many ponies to be walking about, aside from the weather patrol preparing for the day, or the night workers hitting the taverns after a hard night’s work. For him, he was always an early riser, and so enjoyed the cool calmness of this time.

As he walked, the stallion was still thinking about what to expect. He didn’t want to find a marefriend at a brothel, but he wasn’t able to just show himself off to anyone else in town. Not that there weren’t a good amount of certain mares who would love to get in his bed if they saw what he had between his legs. But at the very least, he knew that he needed to let off some steam once in a while. So this was just pleasure, that was it.

After several long minutes of walking, the stallion found himself at the facility. It was modestly sized, just barely bigger than the surrounding buildings, and didn’t stand out with anything too provocative. The name, The Glad Pony, wasn’t exactly a name that gave the impression of a brothel, but Goldengrape sighed and approached it. Opening the door, his senses were suddenly assaulted with a sweet aroma, like countless sugary delights and flowers were competing to drown his nostrils.

“Welcome, welcome!” Greeted a stallion’s voice. Walking into view was a middle aged looking dim purple earth stallion with a large, slick back silver mane. And while he looked rather over the top, his almost bedazzled looking suit and tie was the definition of gaudy. “The name’s Gladmane, and welcome to the Glad Pony. Now, what can I do to serve you?”

“Oh, hello.” Goldengrape nodded, not wanting to show how nervous he actually was. “I’m here…to…well, you know…”

“Ah, a new customer! Of course, of course.” Gladmane commented, seeming more than a little cheerful. “Now, let’s see if I can find you some mare to suit your taste.” Turning, he began to walk down the hall, with Goldengrape following behind. “So, tell me. What are you looking for?”

“I don’t really know.” Goldengrape replied, shaking his head nervously. “I’ll…let’s just see what you would recommend.”

“I can recommend a large number of the juiciest, beautiful, and erotic mares in all of Equestria!” Gladmane boasted, before sliding a paper over to Goldegrape. “Just fill out some papers here. Nothing serious, just liability waivers. Oh! And please include the fifty bit price.”

“Fifty bits?! Isn't that a little much?” Goldengrape asked, only to see the stallion wasn't going to haggle the price. Rolling his eyes, he signed his name and handed over the coins. “Here, this better be worth it.”

“It always is my good stallion. Now, right this way!” Gladmane smiled, nodding as he gestured to the stallion to follow him. As they walked along the hall, there were numerous doors, each with different images and iconography of what appeared to be cutie marks. “Now, we have a wide variety of choice mares for you to choose from.”

Whatever hopes and expectations Goldengreape had, it was immediately broken when they arrived at once of the doors. It held a cutie mark he unfortunately recognized. A green compass with golden pointers. For a moment, he hoped it wasn’t her, all but praying to Celestia under his breath it wasn’t who he thought it was. But as Gladmane opened the door, the earth stallion’s face became low and frustrated.

Inside the room, laying on a bed in a provocative manner, was a red pegasus mare with a flowing orange mane. Her back was facing the two, so she didn’t notice who was there. All in all, she looked very attractive, and though they couldn’t see her tits, her ass was well rounded. And while Gladmane seemed more eager to suggest this one, Goldengrape still seemed uninterested.

“Oh? Hello there…” The mare seductively cooed, slowly rolling over to face them. “How can I help-” As soon as she saw Goldengrape, her kind and alluring expression became one of shock and then bitterness. “Oh…you…”

“Sweet Pepper, of course you’d be there.” Goldengrape commented, crossing his arms as he rolled his eyes. “I should’ve expected to find a whore at a brothel.”

“And here I thought you didn’t have the balls to try and fuck a mare.” Sweet Pepper replied, sitting up to cross her arms. This caused her impressive tits to lift a little. “I swear, I thought you didn’t even like mares with how much of a little bitch you are.”

“I’m sorry, but is there a problem?” Gladmane asked, looking a little nervously between the two. “Do you two know each other?”

“We used to date, but it didn't end well.” Goldengrape commented, sighing in annoyance. “Sorry, but you couldn’t even pay me to be in the same room as this slut, let alone fuck her.”

“Feeling’s mutual you limp dick pussy.” Sweet Pepper replied with the same attitude she was given. “Gladmane, I took this job to fuck stallions, not little colts. So you can send him to anyone else.” She rolled over to look away from the two of them. “I’ll just stay here, waiting for a real stallion, with a real cock.”

“I see, well…” Gladmane wasn’t exactly sure what to say, and so closed the door, leaving the mare in her room. “I’m sorry for that sir, I promise I was completely unaware of any of this.”

“It’s fine, we didn’t date long, and we’re both better off without each other.” Goldengrape sighed, trying to get over the bad feeling that was still fresh in his mind. “Anyway, what else do you have?”

“Ahh, yes, yes, right this way!” Gladmane nodded, trying to salvage what he could as he guided the stallion to another door a fair distance from Sweet Pepper’s door. Eventually, they arrived at another door, this one had a cutie mark that bore the mark of a purplish, wide brim short hat with a card sticking out of it. “I’m certain that this mare is more to your liking.” Goldengrape’s expression was more or less the same as before, as if he recognized the mark on the door.

Opening the door, there was an older looking mare. A light beige earth mare with a mix of purple and dark orange mane that was tied up in a swirling bun, with a large amount of light blue colored beard throughout the hair. She wasn’t naked, but didn’t wear modest clothes. She was dressed in an erotic nightgown that was partially transparent, with her modest chest being held up, and her inverted nipples looked as if they would invite anyone to play with them. She was reading a book as she lay on the bed, and while she was about to say something, she dropped the book the second she saw who was at the door.

“Goldengrape?!” The mare asked, mouth agape in shock. “What are…what are you doing here?!”

“Auntie Torch Song?!” Goldengrape replied to the mare, how mouth was equally open in surprise. “I could ask you the same. What are you doing here? Does Uncle know about this?!”

“Oh…well…um…” Torch struggled to figure out what to say. “Gladmane, could you please bring this guest to someone else?”

“Yes, yes, of course.” Gladmane commented, quickly closing the door. “Sorry, sorry, I swear, I didn’t know.”

“Yeah…let’s…let’s just move on.” Goldegrape commented, sighing a little as he was slowly losing more and more confidence in this facility. “I’m sorry, but don’t you have…better mares?”

“Yes, yes, I understand completely!” Gladmane commented, realizing that he was on the cusp of losing a client. “I’ll be sure to get you a mare that can suit your needs.” Goldengrape wasn’t as enthusiastic.

The mark on this door Goldengrape didn’t recognize, so that was at least a benefit so far. It was a grayish, teal colored cloud, or possibly mist. Regardless, when the door opened, any hope that the stallion had was immediately dashed as soon as he saw the mare. She was an unicorn, an eastern one with a partially curved horn. And while her grayish green, flowing mane was beautiful, her elderly, off pink body was not exactly helping her. Thankfully, she wore some clothes, though it was a loosely fit kimono from the eastern lands.

“Well, hello there…” The mare cooed, lowering the kimono a little to wink seductively at the stallion. “...young man. Are you perhaps interested in the mysteries of Mistmane?”

Goldengrape only stood there, mouth agape at the elderly mare’s suggestion. Looking over to Gladmane, he could tell the stallion wasn’t as hopeful as he was before. Clearly, this was becoming a major mistake, and he was beginning to regret his choice to come here. Regardless, he had to say something to Mistmane, as she was clearly interested, but he wasn’t exactly aroused by mares that big of an age gap.

“I’m sorry, but I cannot.” Goldengrape nodded his head, turning to leave. “I think maybe it was a mistake to come here.”

“What?! Wait, wait, wait.” Gladmane commented, closing the door and following after the stallion as he was making his way back to the exit. “Now, now, let’s be reasonable here. Sure…there were three that didn’t suit your taste, b-b-b-b-but I’m sure I can find something.”

“So far, I’ve seen my ex, my aunt, and a mare nearly three times my age.” Goldengrape sighed, rubbing his temples. “Do you have any mares that are available?”

“In fairness, I didn’t know about the first two.” Gladmane tried to defend, but this only caused Goldengrape to keep walking. “B-b-b-but I…yes, yes, I have someone. One more, I’m sure you’ll love her!” Goldengrape only sighed again.

“Fine, but this is your last chance.” Goldengrape commented, sounding annoyed by the stallion’s attempts. “But if this doesn’t work, I’m asking for a refund.”

“Yes, yes, of course, of course.” Gladmane responded, visibly nervous, but trying to maintain some composure. “J-j-j-just this way…please…” Goldengrape followed behind him, not exactly hopeful about what would come next.

Arriving at the last door at the far end of the hall, Gladmane’s face was clearly on the last edges of his composure. It was obvious he wasn’t exactly hopeful with this mare, but Goldengrape said he would see this last one. But he was just about ready to call it quits anyways, so what was another minute or so? Thankfully, the cutie mark on the door, a gray cloud with a yellow lightning bolt wasn’t familiar, but his mind only went back to Mistmane, so it wasn’t making it any better.

“Now, this mare is one of our best.” Gladmane commented, trying to hype up as much as he could. “But I am at liberty to mention that this mare is currently in the late stages of her pregnancy.”

“Wait, what?!” Goldengrape asked, raising a curious eyebrow. “Did you say she’s pregnant?”

“I…I did, yes.” Gladmane replied, seeing the somewhat smaller smile on the stallion’s face. “Is…I’m sorry, but is that not good for you as well?”

“No, no, not at all.” Goldengrape commented, only to take a deep breath. “Let me look at her first. Then I can make my choice.”

“Of course, of course.” Gladmane smiled, feeling slightly more hopeful. Opening the door, he called out. “White Lightning, darling? You have a guest.”

Looking in the room, Goldengrape got an eyeful of a beautiful white pegasus with a curly, blue mane that flowed just a little over the shoulders. She was naked, lounging on the bed. But what really caught the visiting stallion’s eyes was her large breast, no doubt full of creamy, warm milk, that sagged only the slightest bit over her well rounded, huge belly. It was nearly four times the size of her tits, and only twice as big as her round ass. She was absolutely stunning.

“Welcome, dear visitor.” White cooed, winking at Goldengrape as she groped at one of her breasts. The way she squeezed, some milk trickled out. “Are you interested in helping mummy milk herself? Or would you like to see how tight my plump pussy can be?”

“I’ll take her.” Goldengrape commented, almost shuttering his words as he slowly began to walk into the room, mesmerized by this pregnant beauty. “I’ll stay and enjoy my time with her.”

“Y-y-y-yes…yes…of course, of course…” Gladmane commented, almost speechless, but wasn’t going to question him. “By all means, please, enjoy yourself, dear sir.” With that, he closed the door, leaving Goldengrape with this pregnant mare.