The Pink-Furred Prostitute

A few minutes later the two are cleaning themselves off. Pinkie is wiping away at body to clean all of the seed he spilled and Crunch is mopping the floor and the remains of their sexual pursuits.

"Y'now, I could put you down on the list as a privileged client, you get 50 percent off each time you visit." Pinkie offers.

"I'd love to come back, maybe once or twice but I can't afford to come back as often as I'd like," Crunch replies.

"Scratch that last comment, how about you become a VIP member, free visits, twenty four hours a day seven days a week; sound good?" Pinkie asks.

"Sounds great."

*Ding-a-ling*
A large yellow pony with a very obvious underbite enters the store.

"Good afternoon Pinkie, and to you as well sir," he says.

"Hi Mr. Cake!" Pinkie says returning to her normal bouncy self.

Noticing the cleaning equipment Mr. Cake speaks up.

"What in Equestria happened here?"

"Oh well technically a pie's cream filling spurted out all over the store's floor; and this kind young stallion was polite enough
to stay and help me mop up."

Mr. Cake stares at Crunch.

"Well if he's as nice as you say then you should offer him more cream pies for the future," Mr. Cake chuckles heartily.

"Oh don't worry I will." Pinkie giggles

"As long as he doesn't spill them he's alright with me." Mr. Cake says

Crunch and Pinkie look at each other and giggle.
" Well I better get going," Crunch speaks up, "Nice to have met you Mr. Cake, see you later Pinkie!"

"Wait you forgot your pie!" Pinkie calls, rushing up and stuffing it into his saddle bag.

"Thanks Pinkie, I'll be back here for more tomorrow!"
FIN