“Mmmm...”
Sweetie stared through the glass, over a dozen containers containing colorful combinations of frozen goodness laid before her. She has tried them all, yet can’t decide a favorite. The classic vanilla? Raspberry droppings? Cheese and peanuts? The options are too many, she can’t decide! The mare behind the counter grumbles to herself as they wait on her, wishing she didn’t have to deal with indecisive foals on a near daily basis.
“I, um, can’t decide.” Sweetie admitted, the shopkeeper sighing.
“May I suggest the Blueberry Banana Blast?” She motioned to the relevant container, Sweetie looking closer at it. Is she in the mood for bananas? Maybe...
The smile on the mare gets more forced, Sweetie humming before looking back over the other flavors. At least the filly came after the rush, so nopony was waiting in line behind her. She would rather not lose business to yet another foal who can’t make up their mind.
“Okay! Blueberry Banana Blast!” Sweetie Belle declares, the shopkeeper letting out their breath.
“Four bits.” While they scoop into the cone, the filly goes through her saddlebags. Took long enough, maybe she can get back to her book before closing time and-
“Huh?!” The mere sound gets her to stop scooping and cringe. Please no, not again. Sweetie rummages around her bag, getting increasingly panicked. “I-I had four bits in here! Where are they?!”
The shopkeeper waits on her, seeing the filly get more nervous before giving a shy smile. She scrunches up her muzzle and pushes the scoops from the cone back into the container, pointing the scooper at the door. A nervous laugh comes from the foal, her making her way out with ears pinned to her head.
She had four bits! Sweetie again checks outside, trying to make sure she’s seeing it right. One, two, um, three is crumpling some pages of her textbook, but where is four? Did she lose it? Was she hallucinating it this entire time? Is Apple Bloom right? That she has something wrong with her where she can’t count correctly? She whimpers and repacks her bags, heading through the town back to the boutique. She really, really wanted a cone today. That huge test breezed past! How many hours did she study for it? Eight? Ten? Twenty?
But alas, like the sun never meets the moon, so too was she destined to never meet her delicious prize.
Sweetie Belle opens the door to the boutique, the bell ringing out to alert her sister she is back. Maybe she should try counting, maybe Apple Bloom is right...
The laughter from downstairs pins her ears down, the filly groaning into her pillow. She hates it when Rarity stays up late! Okay, maybe not hates it, but she certainly doesn’t like it! With a sigh into her pillow, she gets out of her sheets to trudge for the door, leaving to head downstairs for some water. As she comes to the kitchen stairs, she hears them: Rarity’s friends. Twilight Sparkle says something as she encroaches downward, hearing something else.
“...wouldn’t make a darn difference? Heh. Prob’ly could drink Big Mac under and still go fer more.”
“I’d say! Remember when I first came to- *hic* Ponyville, and I challenged who could chug the most mugs?”
“Yeah, ya ended up sleepin’ in the barn so long Granny thought ya were dead!”
Laughter breaks out among them, the sounds of glasses shuffling as Sweetie lowers herself to hopefully see Rarity among them.
“Oh, but Berry Punch spends so much time in the washroom. Maybe it, um, goes through her faster?”
“Darling... She goes to the marked stall.”
Some snickering goes around. “Y-Yeah! If the bar has one good thing, it’s a quick and easy lay.”
“An’ to make some bits on the side too, eh, Rainbow?”
Laughter erupts. “W-What?! No! I-I went in there by accident!”
“Oh? And you asking for some ‘cider cash’ was a simple joke, darling?”
More laughter breaks out, Sweetie backing up to the top of the stairs. The bar... you can make bits there? She never thought you could. Rarity always complained about losing far too many bits there. Although, that doesn’t make sense. She buys, like, five tubs of ice cream a week, and a half dozen bottles of that weird tasting grape juice from up north.
Wait.
She gasps, an idea striking her. She can make bits at the bar! All the ice cream she could ever desire. Here she comes!
This must be the place. After searching half the town, she knows for certain this is the place! Sweetie trots up to the doors, opening one and entering, seeing... nopony is around. There are tables and chairs, a long counter... she suspects that’s the ‘bar’ itself, with plenty of bottles behind it, and a single stallion milling about around one of the larger table, wiping the edges. She trots in, stopping when she hears:
“Hey!” She looks at him, the stallion coming around with a cloth thrown around his neck. “What are you doing here, little filly? Get lost?”
“I, um...” She looks at the hall on the other side. The washrooms are there, right?
“Look, if you are looking to order, come back in a few years.” He gets in her way, her backing up. “This place is for adults, not fillies like you. Maybe your parents can bring you sometime for the food, but we don’t serve to foals on their own.”
She looks back at the door before lowering her head. “S-Sorry, sir.”
Once back outside, Sweetie considers what now? That was a bust. She wanders around the building, coming across another door. A quick check with her magic confirms it’s locked. Also a dud. She could make soooo many bits in there, if only she could get in! Think, Sweetie! As she bites her lip and looks around, all she sees is some junk in the alley and a cart with some garbage on it. Is there another entrance she could try?
Her eyes again scan over the area, landing on the smelly garbage. Ew.
...
IDEA!
Not a sound disturbed the boutique, small steps making their way down the stairs. It isn’t her first time sneaking out. The crusaders never sleep, except when they do. Particularly on school nights. What she learned from the last year is that Faeday is almost always the best night to get out. She makes a stop by the door to the workroom, opening it a bit to peek inside and hearing her older sister having an unladylike snore. Perfect! She shouldn’t check on her until at least lunch tomorrow, which means she’s in the clear!
Sweetie heads for the door, taking care opening it, minimizing the jingle as she slips out into the night. The advantage of living near the edge of town is that few ponies are around after sunset, and while her destination is across town, she knows exactly how to get there.
Crusader business often led to taking shortcuts, Sweetie going along the edge of town before selecting a specific street. Scootaloo always said it was best for high-speed records, and even at this time of night, it seems to hold true. The lamps on the side of the occasional building provide some light for her along with the moon above, veering into an alley to cross streets, peeking around the corner. Coast is clear.
While it took probably twice as long to get across town as directly, she avoided the occasional wanderer or friends enjoying the night outside, making one last gallop for the alley she wanted. She hopes it won’t take too long. She has maybe two hours before she should get back home. It might not sound like a lot, but the bar is sounding very busy tonight, with music playing inside and voices even louder! She can hardly hear those in the kitchen through the door, despite being right beside it.
The moment the door opens, she braces, the stallion dragging a bag out; her using the sound being drowned out to rush around and into the kitchen. To the right, if she remembers, keeping low to avoid detection. Once in the side hall, the music and ponies are far louder, her going for the room marked with a lopsided toilet sign. She enters, nose recoiling at the smell, and a stallion groaning in a stall telling her why. She’s too far to turn back now, looking at the stalls until she finds one with a little drawing of a mare on it. This is it, the marked stall!
Gratefully, it isn’t occupied; her locking it behind her and sitting on the toilet to see a hole in the side. Weird... Wait, she’s read about this! In that one really disgusting book Rarity keeps in her dresser, a stallion puts his ‘pulsing phallus’ through it. So that’s how you make bits? Okay... It’s a little weird, but she isn’t necessarily against it. Another pony enters, hiccuping before her door jiggles.
“Eh, git out! This *hic* is fer me.”
Frozen in place, Sweetie’s heart pounds away in her chest, the mare again tugging at the door. “Cum on, ya shit...”
S-She should say something, shouldn’t she? Clearing her throat and putting on her best ‘adult’ voice after a year of practice: “I-I’m here tonight. Leave me a-alone!”
The mare says something behind the door, another hiccup coming as hooves stumble off. Phew, crisis averted. It isn’t long before the other stallion in the room leaves and washes their hooves, another set entering as soon as they go. She hears the stall next to her open, peeking through the hole to see the black fur of a stallion, him relieving himself with a sigh. On clearing her throat, he seems to notice.
“Huh?” Ah, Thunderlane!
She again puts on her voice. “H-Hey.”
“Oh shit, just my luck.” He chuckles to himself, seeming to lean on the wall before his colt bits come through. She breathes heavily at the sight. No wonder Scootaloo was so surprised by him. Thunderlane is big! Huge, even! “Hey, you gonna suck or not?”
“Hm?” She then realizes she’s only staring. “Oh, um, b-bits first.”
A snort comes from the other side, him pulling back through. “You better be worth it.” Two coins are pushed through to clink to the ground before he again pushes through. Her eyes tear from her payment to his length. Alright, so Rarity’s books usually start with, um, licking. She leans forward, nostrils flaring at the scent of him. It is unlike anything she has ever experienced, her sticking out her tongue to run along it. She scrunches her face up. It tastes salty. But... it isn’t that bad. Another lick moves along it, her hoof pushing it up a bit to have an easier time getting to the hole, him grunting on the other side.
“Yeah, why don’t you get a move on, filly?” She freezes for a moment. D-Does he know she’s a filly? But isn’t that super bad? One look at the ‘dick’ glistening with her saliva makes her reconsider before she looks at the bits. With her mind set, more licks come, putting her lips on the side to lick more. What else was in those books? Don’t they put their mouth on it? She remembers a ‘head’ being mentioned, backing off to look at it. Ah, the head must be the end, and it even has that ‘nectar’ stuff on it.
Her mouth goes over the tip, tasting the salty stuff, licking the head as she ‘sucks’ like the book said. It doesn’t taste so bad. For two bits, this isn’t nearly as bad as her chores.
“Deeper.” He demands, her pushing it into her mouth more, him jerking forward, her gagging and pulling off coughing. “Shit, you’re still a choker.” Thunderlane chuckles to himself, her recovering to again put her mouth over him. That wasn’t nice of him, but she knows sometimes ponies aren’t nice to shopkeepers either. Sweetie resumes sucking, licking along his head, going as deep as she can without choking before moving back and repeating. “Yeah, that’s it. Keep going like that.”
And so she does, caressing his entire length, either by her mouth, or by holding it with her hoof. He gives light thrusts for her, but nothing as bad as that first one. And she’s a bit more ready for it. “Yeah. K-Keep going.” He grunts behind the wall, her speeding up her motions some more, him groaning, her feeling his head change. Something splatters in her mouth, getting her to cough and pull back, only for more goop to shoot from his head to splatter onto her. She tastes it. It’s so... weird, and sticky. Ew!
“You earned those bits, whorse.” He pulls free, her still tasting it in her mouth as he goes. Is this that stuff Ms.Cheerilee said when they learned about anatomy? Salmon? She rolls it on her tongue, savoring it. Honestly, it isn’t too bad. Another pony enters, knocking on her stall. She squeaks, giving herself away.
“Get out here, filly.”
She puts on her adult voice. “I-I’m busy in here!”
“Either come out or I’m tossing you out.”
She groans, unlocking the door and opening it to see the bartender glaring at her. “I thought you’d try something. What is this? Some...” He looks to the bits, then to her, getting a sadistic grin. “Oh, that’s what this is about?”
“I-I’m not doing anything wrong!” She says back, him eyeing her up.
“You want to make bits on my property? That comes at a cost.” He lights his horn to pick her up to her squeak, taking her out and down the hall. “Oh, I’ve been looking forward to using this.”
The bartender opens a large closet, taking out something covered, revealing some sort of old stock-thingie? She’s seen them in a book, but not in real life. He chuckles as he opens it, putting her down before looking around. He grabs two unused buckets for her to put her hooves on, closing it before humming. It has a lot of room around her body; him stuffing two towels in to keep her in place.
“Now you’re ready. Get ready, slut.” He rolls her down the hall, eyes widening.
“W-Wait! I-I don’t want them seeing me!”
“Too bad!” He takes her out into the bar. “HEY, EVERYPONY! This little piece of ass was selling themself without paying her cut!” Several attendees boo her, Sweetie blushing hard as she sees many faces she recognizes, including Rainbow Dash who is smirking at her. “Since she broke the rules, he thinks she needs to pay back to the community. Don’t they agree? Twelve bits for her ass, five for her mouth!” He pushes her to an area where some attendees move their tables. A stallion comes up to give some bits, stepping up to her front, mounting onto the wooden stock and shoving his dick in her face. She winces, another getting behind her to feel her rear.
The front one taps his shaft on her face to her annoyance. “Open, bitch!” She tries to say no, but he shoves into her throat, getting her to choke. She squeals as she feels another enter her rear, squirming, whining against the pain. Sobs escape her throat against the cock, coughing against it as they thrust into her, the rear one going deeper, hurting her more.
“Hey, filly.” She opens her tearful eyes, the bartender leaning to her face, holding up a stack of bits. “This is just the start. You better be ready for more, because there’s a lot of stallions lookin’ to try your filly puss. You’ll be waddling home with so many bits you won’t be able to resist coming back for more.”
She stares at the stack, finding the pain in her rear fading away. That must be... at least twenty! A-And there will be more?! He chuckles and backs away, her looking at the stallion using her mouth; them rubbing her mane.
“Suck like the slut you are.” She closes her eyes and moves her tongue on their head, her feeling the stallion on her rear slow and groan, a weird pressure forming in her before she feels some warmth in her belly. That... feels pretty nice, actually. They pull free, rubbing her lips with the head before leaving her to relax.
“NEXT!” the bartender calls, her feeling another enter her. The pain isn’t as bad after getting used to it. She feels the flare in her mouth, then shooting into her throat, her coughing as they pull back to fill her maw, some leaking out. They tap her head, going, the bartender coming over grinning. “Next for her mouth!”
This is going to be a long, profitable night.
Her head moves along the full length of her customer, going deep into her throat for her to hold and shake her head. She hears a gasp, pulling back to have them shoot their delicious cum onto her tongue, lapping it up and swallowing every two pulses of cum.
“S-Sweet Celestia... I-I gotta come here more often!” He pulls free from her. “T-Thanks, Sweetie!”
“Come again soon!” She says back, licking her lips as she sits back to relax and catch her breath. As usual, it isn’t long before the next customer, them doing their business before speaking.
“Pussy.”
“Fourteen bits.”
Soon enough, fourteen bits of coins are pushed through along with his cock. She gets up and backs up on them, her magic grabbing them to lower, entering her to his moan. She pushes to the wall before shifting forward, letting her belly carry her forward, then straight back. A smile comes over her lips, closing her eyes to feel them inside her, appreciating their size in secret.
Rarity may have been just a little mad at her, but, hey, she’s not going to complain. After nine months of this stall, Faeday night being pinned to tables, the floor, or stallions, and some private parties, she’ll have enough bits for university in only a few years. Hay, she’ll have enough for her foal, too! To think, she hasn’t had ice cream in months!
She feels them flare, moving forward for them to spurt into her, pushing back slowly to push the cum around them, getting them to gasp for air.
And while she’s at it, why not try saving up for a house too?
