The Pink-Furred Prostitute

As the sun lowers casting an auburn coloured glow across the sky, three teenager ponies are sitting together underneath an oak tree. One colt with a blue coat seems uneasy and nervous until the pony to his left places his hoof on the young colt's shoulder.

"Listen Crunch, you're the only one of us left that hasn't gotten laid and soon someone will find out and you'll be the laughing stock of the whole school until you graduate." Crunch's friend stated.

"Yeah man that's like 6 months of hell!" Crunch's other friend exclaimed rather loudly

"We don't want you going through that sort of torture so we're gonna fix this problem ASAP!"

The friend shoves a rather large sack of bits into Crunch's saddlebag.

"Now there is a baker in this town who works more than just the ovens if you get my meaning." he hinted.

"You mean like a whore?" Crunch questioned.

"No way, this girl's a high-priced genuine courtesan; and that's your early birthday present from us." he says patting the pocket with the sack of bits.

"Now take these bits along to sugar cube corner; you know the place right?"
Crunch nods nervously.

"When you get there tell her this..." Crunch's friend whispers something into his ear.

Crunch chuckles, "Isn't that just a little bit of a sleazy thing to say to a woman?"

"Trust me, if you drop the code phrase in a slightly seductive tone she'll get the hint and you can get your rocks off before
you become the top gossip story for the rest of the year"

"Alright," Crunch says, "I'll try it; thanks guys!"

"Think nothing of it," he says, "always there to help out a friend."

Crunch heads home early to go to bed, unsure of whether he should be excited or scared of the coming encounter with probably the most notable baker (and prostitute) in Ponyville.