Chapter 5- Bring Your Hopes to Shore

Thursday, nine in the morning, the sun shines over the outskirts of Ponyville, not a cloud in the sky. The birds tweeting merrily as they danced through the cool air, and the morning shift had just begun. Lyra Heartstrings, the mint maned musical mare was in the kitchen, humming merrily as her magic managed the cooking confection. Dousing the fire inside the furnace, she began plating the morning meal for her roommate.

Graymane rested on top his bed sheets, the morning sun beating down onto his blue body. He read through his recently acquired book, “The Thrills of Dating”, it's white paper cover standing out from his cerulean hooves. Before inviting your special mare on a date, you should have at least two ideas of where to take her, incase she doesn't like the first choice or the location is closed on the specific date. Pick locations that are close together, so the travel from one location to the next isn't taxing on time or energy. Aside from location, you must also think about the activities that she likes, and choose the two closest and most enjoyed locals.

“Graymane, breakfast is ready!” Lyra called from the bottom of the squeaky staircase as she ascended it. Shutting his book, the blue coated stallion looked up with the slightest of smiles, staring at the orange hued clouds painting the sky. Letting out a contented sigh, he set the romance manual to the side and looked over to the door.

“I'll be right down Lyra, I'm just reading.” Graymane yelled back, rolling over to the side of his bed, enthusiasm beyond his tired thoughts. Falling out with a thud, he stood up from the floor and looked around at the empty walls. They nearly glowed, their white paint reflecting the sunlight that shone upon them. It tells me all about dating, what to do, where to go, but it doesn't say how to ask a mare out. He looked away from the walls and to the door, lightly trotting towards it in a thought-filled haze.

Opening the door with a creak, he was greeted with the sight of his smiling room mate. Her golden eyes sparkled as the window shone light onto her lithe green body. Her duo-chromatic mane wisped around her face, surrounding her shiny textured horn, adjacent aquamarine ears twitching at every sound that touched them. “You doing okay? I heard a thud.” She asked, examining him with a concerned expression.

Looking back at her, his mind stopped for a moment. Not a thought nor a ponder crossed, leaving him staring at her as they stood there. “Yeah. Yeah, I'm good.” He said, smiling back as he gazed into her shimmering aureate eyes. Lyra turned away, trotting back towards the staircase.

“You comin' stallion?” She said, looking back at him, smiling softly as she walked away. Seeing her happy visage, Graymane couldn't help but wonder, why did his chest hurt? Just a twinge, barely noticeable, but painful nonetheless. Sniffing the air, her could smell the beauty of cooked apples as it wafted through the cottage.

Trotting down the staircase, he looked into the front room, the furniture sitting still and lifeless as the golden morning light lay across it. The uncomfortable wooden chair sitting across from the couch, the seat a dark stained color. The couch spread wide, big enough for two ponies, and colored purple upholstery adorning the padded bench. A coffee table, small and rectangular, sat between the seating, its glass top gleaming any light that touches it's surface.

Trotting through the room, Graymane's eyes wandered away from its stationary contents, focusing on his guardian instead. Her dual colored tail swayed gently as Lyra walked, the golden lyre bedecking her aquamarine thighs. Looking lower, her legs ran long, firm and curved, extending with each step and meeting the floor with a soft bump. A creak came from the wooden floorboards, snapping Graymane from his admiration as they entered the kitchen.

“Breakfast smells good, what is it?” He asked, pulling a chair out from under the table with his mouth, the screech of wood against wood painfully echoing inside his ears.

“Apples and daffodils. You liked honey so much, I decided to cook them in it.” Lyra said, dishing the food onto white colored plates with her magic. Pulling a chair out with her mouth, the mint colored pony levitated the dishes onto the stone table top in front of the two. “I hope you like it.”

“It smells good at least, and the honey makes it better.” Graymane said with a smile, sitting in the chair and inhaling the mouth watering aroma. Thinking of her business for the day, Lyra sat and grasped a metal fork in her hoof, spearing a bite and eating it without a moments hesitation.

“So anyways, Bon Bon and another friend are coming over later. We have some work to do, and you need a haircut, so I'm sending you out to get one while they're here.” Lyra said, chewing on a piece of apple.

“Really? I want to see Bon Bon, she sounds like a great pony.” Graymane complained, stabbing another piece of flower with his fork.

“Quit whining, you're going and that's final. Now finish eating and hop in the shower, they'll be here soon and I don't want your stallion smell all over the place.” She commanded, swallowing another bite of food.

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“Here are the directions and some money. Just ask for your mane to be cut regular, then come straight back here when you're done.” The musical pony said with a smile, handing him the crumpled roll of paper. “Don't talk to any strangers, do what the barber says, and if any pony asks if you want a cig, just say you don't smoke.” Leading her blue furred friend out the like colored door, Lyra gave one last worried look to him.

“I'll be fine Lyra, I'll follow the directions and be back soon.” Graymane said, trotting away and not looking back. “Just enjoy your time with your friends. The three of you should drink your coffee, and then you can me that good news you were so excited about.”

Closing the door behind him, Lyra sighed in relief and turned back to her friends. “Thanks for coming Big Mac. I couldn't think of anywhere else Graymane could work at.” Walking back to the coffee table, the mint mare looked down to the news papers beneath the steaming mugs.

“Lyra, why am I here? I'm not letting him work my store, and I can't do anything to help him.” Bon Bon questioned, sitting on the couch, rather close to her carmine colored stallion friend.

“You're here to help celebrate when Graymane gets his first job. We're gonna introduce him to alcohol and show him what it feels like to be hit on by a drunken mare.” Lyra said flatly, not taking no for an answer. “You're going to be the mare that makes sure he doesn't go home with anypony and wake up without kidneys, or inside the royal garden after banging a night guard.”

“So you want me to be his wing pony? How about no, fuck no, and you do it?” Bon Bon snarked, the idea of helping this pony beyond her comprehension. Seeing this as the opportune moment to sway her opinion and help a friend, the red coated stallion spoke up.

“I think it'd be nice for another pony to do that for somepony they've never met.” Big Macintosh the apple stallion spoke up, followed by a long drink of his coffee. “I'd be happy to let Graymane work on the farm. Applejack will talk to him and see if he's cut out for the job.”

“That's so nice Macintosh. I'll be happy to help Graymane with his flirting, since he's your friend, Lyra.” The cream colored mare jumped at the opportunity, eager to impress her carmine coated crush. “I'll tend the bar and keep an eye on him.”

“Great, all that's left is to figure out what kind of work he's cut out for, so he can get a job without our help in the future.” Lyra said, looking over her wanted ads to find some kind of field that he could possibly be savvy in. “...I don't know what Graymane's talent is... Shit.”

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“Down this street, and look for the building with a big pair of scissors on it. Ask for a regular service and give them the twenty four bits wrapped in this paper.” Reading his instruction aloud, Graymane trotted down a bright, sunlit street. The cottage like buildings were joined at each side, plastered exteriors and tinted windows blending them to similarity. “A sign of a circle with squares sticking out, a tree that's on fire... I don't even know what that is. Some kind of mask I think.” Rolling the paper up again, he grasped it in his mouth and started walking again.

Continuing down his path, the raggedy blue stallion soon came upon another section of buildings. Built similar to those before them, their windows were completely black, and had the words “no foals” written on them. Looking around at their signs, he finally found a building with a pair of scissors cutting a chain. This must be the place. I wonder why the windows say no foals allowed. I hope they have another barber for themselves. Shallowly pondering this curious detail, Graymane entered the shop, the door chiming a bell as it opened.

“Greetings handsome, how may I help you today?” A pink pegasus mare called from behind the main desk. The room was sparse in décor, a black couch and a potted plant shoved against the tan painted walls. The front desk was made of cheap looking wood, a pile of pamphlets positioned upon the edge. Behind the desk was a dark hallway, a number of doors lining each side.

“Hello, I'm here for a regular service.” The cerulean pony said, walking up to the wooden counter centering the room, taking a closer look at this mare before him. She looked young, her neon green mane brushed over her like colored eyes, hanging over the left side of her face. Chewing on gum, she used her wings to pencil something onto a clipboard before her.

“Would you like your barber to be a mare or a stallion? We offer services for all gender preferences.” She said, setting a sign on the desk that read “Please wait for next staff member.”

“Uh, a mare please. I didn't know there were that many stallions in Ponyville, you hardly see them.” Graymane said, a ponderous look on his face as he looked around the room he stood in.

“Great choice, I'll be servicing you today then. My name is Bubblegum Pop.” The pink pony said, leading her blue stallion customer down the hallway. “Would you like to enjoy our oral special? For only five bits, I'll give you a rim job and let you watch me swallow your entire load.”

“No... Thank you?” He said, not sure what she just said, but knew he couldn't spend anymore bits. I need to ask Lyra what a rim job is, and what does she mean by swallow my load? Load of what? And why do I want to watch her swallow it? Lyra said a polite pony swallows with their mouth closed. Watching his leader, his eyes drifted to examine her cutie mark, a detail that he had come to suspect was important.

Staring at her rotating rear, he saw the image of a yellow ribbon surrounded by sparkles adorning it. Watching her firm thighs as they moved, Graymane looked up and down, her legs running somewhat thicker than Lyra's, and her hooves dusted in glitter.

“Enjoying the view I'm sure, well, sorry but I can't give that kind of service yet, I'm still a trainee.” Bubblegum Pop said, not even looking back as she led the cerulean coated pony further down the hall to an open door. “Please take a seat in the chair and we can begin.”

Entering the room, Graymane was immediately bombarded with the scent of spices, the smell akin to that of burning wood and cinnamon. The room was dimly lit by a number of candles, the walls painted a deep red and draped with shining sheets of silver. In the center of the gray tile floor stood a charcoal black barbers chair, a number of bottles and tools resting inside the back-mounted rack. Beyond the chair, he could see a bed, truly a cot in it's simplicity, the black, back end placed against a silver sink basin.

“What scent of shampoo would you like? We have floral, earthy, musks, and a new synthetic scent called “Seduction” that has been very popular with the younger stallions.” She said, following her customer into the room and shutting the door behind her. Watching him take a seat in the chair, Bubblegum Pop opened her pink wings and flapped hard, the rush of wind dimming the room, putting out a number of the burning candles and mixing the exotic air around her.

“Are haircuts always like this? Because this is all new to me.” Graymane asked, shifting comfortably in the chair as he rested his head back into the support.

“First time? Well, I'll make this extra special for you then.” Grasping a wooden brush in her feathered wings, she reclined the chair back and looked over her client. “I love your coloring, who did it?” She said, her breath smelling watermelon like the gum she was chewing.

“Coloring? I don't know what yo-” He stopped, Bubblegum Pop leaned down, meeting him in a kiss, surprise and confusion racing through Graymane's mind. Running her pink wing along the stallions stress-grayed hair, the brush straightening and catching the knots and the curls, she pulled back from him, her soft lips separating from his. Staring back with a confounded look, Graymane was left with a sense of emptiness, wanting to feel the same indescribable sensation that left his lips not a moment ago.

“I'm going to start cutting now, okay?” She said, her neon green eyes looking back into his, glowing with the smolder of the candles. A snip followed by a stroke of the brush, grayed hair falling to the ground.

“What was that about?” The stunned stallion asked, licking the flavor of lime from his lips. Another snip followed by more hair as she looked down at him still.

“That's what you ordered. It's company policy, incase the brush snags any knots. Not everypony is turned on by hair pulling sadly.” She said, snipping another length of gray hair and running her brush through. “So handsome, what brings you to my service today?” More hair falling to the ground as she moved to left his side and turned his head away.

“I needed a haircut. Not sure why, but I didn't really argue.” Graymane said, looking back at the pony currently perusing his stress-dyed hair.

“Any excuse for a treat huh? I know what you mean, I can hardly wait until I get to give full service. Getting paid to fuck handsome stallions all day is amazing.” Leaning closer Bubblegum Pop kissed his blue colored cheek, running nips down his jaw and neck, the smell of citrus mixing with the scents already in the air as Graymane inhaled, her kisses sending jolts of excitement through his body.

With a final snip, Bubblegum Pop stopped her nipping and moved around Graymane's head to his other side, turning his head off to the left. Restarting her nipping once more, she made another snip, her lips kissing along his cheek and hanging over Graymane's mouth, teasing and taunting like a pair of devious doves dancing before him.

“Time for the real fun.” She said, her lips brushing against his as she spoke. Lifting his head forward, Graymane expected to be met with the feeling of Bubblegum Pop's lips, instead, he felt nothing. She stepped lower, kissing his neck and pecking down his cerulean chest.

She pulled back, her pink hoof slipping up onto Graymane's stomach as she started her kissing again back at his neck. Persisting her pecking down his body, she circled her hoof above his loins, moving to his flagging member before circling back to his stomach and returning to kiss the side of his neck.

Bubblegum Pop pressed her pink pecking lips to is neck again, this time puckering and biting down on his neck, spiking the pleasure and excitement in Graymane's seduced system. Pulling away, she left the lightest of bite marks, bereft of blood and buried in blue fur. Bubblegum Pop slid her hoof lower along Graymane's body, finally meeting his mostly masted marble member, the deep blue contrasting greatly with her brilliantly colored coat. Moving further below him, Bubblegum Pop sat her chest on the chair between his spread legs, Graymane's solid shaft sitting between her eyes.

“Excited are we? Great, I love the taste of horny stallion in the morning.” She said lowering her head to his coconut cologned colt-makers, giving the blue bollocks a long lick from bottom to shaft. Bubblegum again moved her head down, inhaling deeply as she followed the length of his twitching member, running the tip of her pink tongue along the black mottled shaft before her, her feathered wings drifting to his black base.

Graymane further into his chair, the pink pony's penile pampering polluting his petty pondering with pulses of pleasure. Leaning his head back against the chair, he felt her tongue making another line along his pulsating prick. Beginning to close his eyes as her tongue left a trail of pleasure, they shot open when a snip sounded from his shaft.

“Don't worry handsome, just trimming your precious parts. Sides, I would never ruin such a tasty cock on such a sexy stallion.” Bubblegum Pop said, punctuating her sentences with a kiss on his hardened horse head. Leaving her tongue on his slowly widening head, she slid it down again, another snip around his shaft falling denounced by waves of waves of pleasure. Tongue meeting base, she stuck more of her pink pleasure painter and ran it up the underside of his shaft, the taste of clean cock like candy to her tastes, pre beginning to bead around his tip. Noticing the tasteful slick sticking around his tip, Bubblegum Pop stopped and licked, her practiced pleasuring passing over the pearl of pre-orgasm spooge.

Pressing her tongue against the flaring head before her, it flattened as she pressed further, the salty stick shocking her savoring while her saliva slid down her slithering tongue. Forcing her head farther forward, her pink tongue slid down the underside of his black and blue marbled shaft as it disappeared into her moaning maw, a shiver and shutter of delight running down Graymane's spine as he lay in pleasured pampering, the snipping of scissors slowly sliding into the background. Finding the back of her mouth, Bubblegum Pop looked back up at him with her shimmering green eyes and pressed further, slipping more of his twitching member into her moaning mouth and making her throat bulge with his flared head.

Stopping her descent, she took a deep breath through her nose while she ran her tongue along the underside of his pulsing shaft, tear drops collecting in her eyes. Filling her lungs with precious air, Bubblegum Pop began to press farther down Graymane's black and blue shaft again, the bulge in her pink throat moving down as his flared stallion-hood slipped deeper into ecstatically tight warmth. Finally reaching halfway as tears streamed down her face, Bubblegum Pop took another pause to savor the taste and feeling of having a mustang's meat managed down her maw.

His marbled member tasted like the last stallions, an ambrosia of testosterone and salty semen, colliding together and dancing on her taste buds in an electric tango of flavor. She felt light headed, the plentiful shaft filling her throat stopping any air, the stallion before her using her maw as a makeshift mare hole to dump his warm, salty seed into. Her own arousal was burning between her pink loins, wet and begging to be spread after a day of servicing ponies like a mouth for hire. In proverbial bliss, Bubblegum Pop began again her descent down his marbled member, tongue tasting the tantalizing treat as it swept back and forth across the blue underside.

A new feeling flowing over him, Graymane bucked toward her tightly spread lips, forcing another number of inches into her maw as the bulge in her throat receded into her pink chest. Responding with a grunt, Bubblegum Pop pressed her hooves down on either side of his blue hips, pinning them to the chair as she stopped her descent. Making another snip with her chromatic wings, Bubblegum Pop began to pull off the pulsating prick, the bottom of her throat deforming again.

Streams of saliva flowed down the solid shaft before her as she slowly slipped more of his flared member out of her mouth, Graymane laying in ecstasy and panting in perverse pleasure at her talented tongue's taunting. Tear drops dripping off her pink chin, Bubblegum Pop forced her brilliant green eyes shut and pushed her well stretched lips down his blue shaft again, waves of pleasure bombarding Graymane's clouded mind as her warm throat massaged and manipulated his twitching stallion-hood. Her trimmings finished, Bubblegum Pop started losing her thoughts, lack of air and assault of arousal filling her mind with demented desires as she continued to service the moaning stallion before her. Flare disappearing into her chest again, Bubblegum Pop had a devious idea, against the rules yet all too tempting to resist as she began to pull away again.

Her well stretched maw left his shaft with a resounding pop, tears matted her cheeks as saliva and pre-cum surrounded her loose lips. Bubblegum Pop looked up at him, his marbled member wobbling between her bright green eyes. “Want something really special? I'm not supposed to do this, but I'll let you fuck me if you want. But you have to return the favor here.” Sticking her tongue out again, she ran it along the underside of his shaft for emphases.

Sighing in pleasure, Graymane wanted more, at any cost. “I've never done this, but alright.” He said, his pink prostitute pony pulling him from the padded chair and taking his place upon it, her rear-legs hanging off the edge of the seat.

“I've always wanted to try a virgin, so dig in.” Flattering her wings out, Bubblegum Pop pressed her face to the padded back rest, spreading her rear-legs apart. “Don't leave me waiting, stallion.” Nearly jumping to her loins, Graymane had no idea what he was doing, but still sat between her legs and nudged the bright green tail to the side, revealing her winking pink whorse hole.

Unsure of where to go and what to do, Graymane reached a hoof toward her fluttering folds, running it along her peaking pleasure petals, pulling his hoof away as a trail of glimmering goo joined it to her pink pussy. Breaking the slippery string, Graymane brought his hoof to his tongue, tasting the tantalizing texture tethered to her tempting, tender taint. Moving both his front hooves to her pink pleasure petals, Graymane meet either side of the winking whorse lips and spread them apart, the pink caverns wet with liquid lust.

"Quit teasing me and take a lick." Bubblegum Pop whined, looking back from her padded perch. Following suite, Graymane leaned forward to the supple center before him, his tongue touching to her pleasure pearl and flattening soft. Closing his eyes, he drug his wide tongue up her pink fluttering folds, fantastic flavor filling his aroused head.

Her heat danced onto his blue furred face as he savored the stimulating sensual bombardment. The smell of sweat and arousal mixing with the spiced air, citrus scents lost from purview. Waves of static-like excitement flowed over his taste buds, sweet slick, akin to the flavor of hay, sliding onto his tongue as he licked along her succulent, slippery center. What was it that Nurse Redheart said about this? Insert your tongue, I think.

Dragging his tongue down, Graymane found the pulsating pucker he was looking for, pressing his tongue passed her warm entrance, forward into her sweet, sensual canal. Feeling her decadent walls tighten around his tasting tongue, Graymane pulled back, tongue slipping from her inner pleasure to lick along her spread lips. Her juice collecting on his lips, Graymane plunged his tongue back into her supple love canal, hearing Bubblegum Pop whimper and moan above him. Pushing his tongue deeper this time, more sweet nectar flowed into his mouth as his tongue swirled inside of her.

Pulling away for breath, strings of sweet slick strung from her pink pleasure portal to Graymane's panting lips. Leaning back to her decadent folds, he lapped his tongue along her spread lips, her sweet, hay like flavor sending static-like pleasure through his mouth. From one side to the other and back, Bubblegum Pop squeaking every time his flat tongue licked over her quivering canal, dipping into her in slightest, taunting of ways. Crossing over again, he sunk his tongue inside and drew back, lapping at her insides, and drug it down her dripping snatch. Licking lower, he pressed his lips to her peaking pleasure pearl, softly running his tongue over love button as he sucked on it, Bubblegum Pop moaning into the padded chair she was resting upon.

Stopping his sucking, Graymane moved his tongue back up to her trembling canal, diving his tongue back inside. Licking further, Graymane felt her tail land on the top of his head, twitching at every motion his tongue took. Pulling away again, he felt her pink legs close around his head, pulling his face back to her dripping lips and squeezing his hooves from between her legs. Inhaling deeply, the smell of her arousal filled his mind, diving his wide tongue back into her and grasping her hind-hooves with his front.

Her sweet, almost sugary flavor enveloped his mind as he pulled her pink hooves to either side of his marbled member, still slick from Bubblegum Pop's servicing. Pressing his face further, her bright pink petals rubbed against his cheeks as he licked deeper, the nectar flowing into his mouth not enough. Trying to lick further with every pump, Graymane pressed her hooves tighter together, pleasure his only feeling as he humped her hind-hooves. Plunging his face as far as he could, her sweet slick covered his blue face as he swirled his tongue, Bubblegum Pop biting onto the black barbers chair while she squealed. Bubblegum Pop wrapped her neon green tail around his blue neck, lifting her firm flanks off the chair and grinding her leaking love-canal against her lover face.

You're doing good, or rather I am doing well. I guess it's to be expected. Like another pony that none other could hear, thoughts echoed through Graymane's mind as he pumped between her pinned pink hooves. Tell you what, open your mouth and suck while you're doing that, the slut will love it. As though it was his own, Graymane took the idea to plan, opening his blue furred mouth and sucking on her sensitive canal, swirling his tongue further into her quivering sex as she moaned in response.

Mashing his face into her dripping lips, her sweet, slippery nectar began running down his chin, droplets of pleasure dripping onto the chair below. Pushing back against him, Bubblegum Pop let go of the black fabric between her teeth, leaning her head back and moaning aloud as she ground her sex against Graymane's dripping maw. Nearly pushing him back, Graymane lapped his tongue along her sweetly flavored walls, her pink lips pressed around either side of his mouth. With a sudden movement, her pink hooves disappeared from his marbled member, moving up to his chest and pushing his nectar dripping face away from her fluttering pleasure petals.

"I want you. Now, right now, fuck me." She demanded, the taste of her sweet juices still remnant on his lips as he cleaned her lust from them. Leaning away from the chair, Bubblegum Pop turned in the reclined chair, laying on her back. Letting her legs fall to either side, her pink feathered wings slipped beneath them, tactile-y talented tips touching her tender tulip, presenting her dripping pussy petals to him. "Fuck me, make me scream your name." Bubblegum Pop plead, her feathered fingers feeling her winking mare hole, succulent nectar running down her firm flank and wing tips onto the black padded chair below.

Nearly jumping to her call, Graymane mounts the padded prostitute perch, his front hooves pinning above her brightly coated shoulders. Leaning down to the panting pony, his lips met hers in a passion of pleasure, the taste of lime mixing with her taste akin to hay as their tongues tangled and tussled around each other. Like lightning, excitement and joy jolted through their clasped lips, not another feeling in the world beside the heat they felt for each other. Breaking away in a moan, her own sweet taste left upon her lips, Bubblegum Pop leaned her blushing face forward and bit down on the stallions cerulean neck, pleasure and pain dancing through Graymane's body as he pushed forward. Penetrating her winking snatch, his black flare spreading her quivering walls as he filled a mare for the first time.

Relishing the fantastic feeling as he pulled away from her, Graymane's mind asked him a solitary question. “Do you always have sex with your customers?” Graymane asked, slamming forward into her clenching canal, his cerulean colt makers smacking the chair below with a “paff”.

“Not yet, I'm not suh-supposed to do this ki-hind of service yet.” Bubblegum moaned, pushing back against him and gritting her teeth. “Ah, yes, right there. Ha-harder! Fuck me harder stallion!”

Reaching her chromatic hooves forward, Bubblegum Pop wrapped them around his neck, pulling him into another kiss, her grasp tightening around him as Graymane slammed into her again. Biting his bottom lip, she sucked the breath from his mouth, the air leaving his lungs as Graymane passionately pumped into her leaking love pot. Graymane, awash with pleasure and memories, mimicked the motions that brought him so much pleasure in the past, across her teeth, running his tongue along hers, twirling them together and sucking as he pulled away for breath.

Another “paff” echoed as he collided with her, his familiar passion like a fire burning inside his mind, Graymane began to feel the age-old sensation, a building of pleasure inside his loins followed by a tightening of his hips as he met her pink lips for another kiss. A neat trick would help here, but why waste it on a prostitute.

Pushing her body down against the chair below, Graymane slammed against her again, his flare stretching her to her limit with every motion. Pulling away with a gasp, a string of saliva stretched between their lips while he spoke. “'Bout to cum.” He panted, sliding out, Graymane closed his light blue eyes as he leaned away from her and pushed her down, slamming back into her hard enough to send pain pulsating through his pounding pelvis.

“Pull out, I want you to cum on my wings.” She said, wrapping her pink pinion around her body to catch the soon coming substance. Stepping back, Graymane slipped out with a pop and grasped her rear legs, pinning his black and blue shaft between her hind-hooves. Pressed between her pink pads, Graymane pumped forward again, his marbled member glimmering with pre and mare juice.

Filled with fantastic feelings of fetishes and feet related fascination, Graymane firmly fucked her glitter-dusted hooves, their owner peeking on in pleasure and interest. Relishing the return of the carnal crescendo, Graymane started spurting splotches of semisolid spunk, splattering against Bubblegum Pop's pink plumage and lithe legs. Another pump, another pulse, and salty seed seeped down her chromatic hooves as Graymane's conclusion came to a consuming close. Relaxing, he sat back onto the gray tile floor with a slap, his spent shaft lazily laying against his leg. Bubblegum Pop spread her cum covered wings apart, looking down at the stallion sitting before her.

“A hoof slut? My, you're a kinky stallion.” Bubblegum Pop said, moving her hooves back up to her cerulean stallions sweating face, he looked back at the pink pony pads covered in salty cum and slippery juices. “Would you be a good hoof slut and clean them for me? I couldn't possibly walk around like this.” More of a demand than a question, Graymane opened his panting maw wider, Bubblegum Pop forcing her cum covered hooves to his lips.

What a pathetic pony I've become. It wasn't two weeks ago only one mare could ask me that. He contemplated, running his tongue along her sex soaked cleat, the flavor reigniting his recently wearied wang, peaks of pleasure pouring past his taste buds. Moving a fore-hoof between her sex soaked thighs, Bubblegum Pop worked it against her winking whorse hole, watching Graymane sucking his own seed from her shuddering soles. Diving deeper, she spread her drooling mare-mound open, presenting her succulent sex to him, Graymane kissing his way closer, running nips and pecks from her hooves along her long legs, meeting Bubblegum Pop's working hoof at her throbbing pink petals.

"Still hungry are we? Good, I'm still hanging." She said, moving the hoof behind his blue head, pressing his lapping tongue into her lavish love button. Sucking at the pink pony pearl being forced against his face, Graymane felt her hoof run through his freshly cut hair. Moans echoing above his head, he felt her legs wrap around his head, grinding her dripping mare-mound against him. "Keep licking, hoof-slut, make me sing" She called out, tightening her hold on his motioning mouth.

Moving her spooge covered wings to her moaning mouth, Bubblegum Pop began preening them for pleasure, licking the salty slime off her quivering quills, nibbling at the sensitive pink plumage that lined the lithe limbs. Apparently all pegasi like wing play, not just the kinky ones, interesting. The smell of mare and taste of sex sticking in his mind, Graymane dove his deeper into her, drinking at the juices as they flowed down his swirling tongue. Licking the luscious love seed from her trembling feathers, Bubblegum Pop ground his head harder against herself, balancing between bliss and torture.

Lapping his licking tongue lower, Graymane lolled against her tinging taint, a puddle of sweet sex juices pooling on the black barbers chair. Pleasure presenting perfectly across her pink petals and below, Bubblegum Pop slid her thoroughly thrilling thighs forward, riding his matted down face. Loving the lavish lust leaking from her lady longitude, Graymane lapped longingly, his tongue slipping over, inside and out of her mare-mound, tasting the hay-like liquid as it lingered on his face. Moaning out, Bubblegum Pop bit down on the wings in her mouth, frizzing out as she let muffled moans sound through them.

"YesYes, Fuckyes, keeplickingthere. OhFuckyeah." She said behind ruffled feathers, blood forming around her lips as she bit down harder on her own wing, pain heightening pleasure. Tightening around Graymane's head until it hurt, a final splash of sweet flavor flowed down his blue face, Bubblegum Pop relaxing back into the chair supporting her, her pink legs loosening around her stallion toys neck as he sucked the succulent slick from her slippery center. Panting in paradise, Bubblegum Pop looked down at her stallion stud as he leaned away, looking back up at her as he cleaned the sweet syrup from his lips. Graymane's blue front was matted down by his juices and her own, drips and strains still sliding down his neck, his freshly cut hair mussed in all directions. Observing her work, Bubblegum Pop burned with a blush as she let the ruffled wing from between her teeth.

"Let's get cleaned up, if my boss see's me like this, I don't know what'll happen." She said, the sink in the room never more useful.

*** *** ***

Running a comb through his orange mane, Bubblegum Pop looked at her work with pride, his wet hair slicked back and cleanly cut. Despite their previous passion, Graymane smelled of petrichor, the coat brushes soaked in scented solutions. Leaning down to his face, she gave one final peck to his blue cheek before replacing the scented tools in the back-mounted resting rack.

“Okay, we're done.” She said, helping the stallion from the black padded chair, his coat still holding the slightest sparkle of glitter, despite thorough brushing. Leading Graymane to the loosely locked door, she extended a wing to open it for him. “Stop by next time you need a haircut, or something more.” She said, leading him through the carmine colored door, opening the room to another world, in the shape of a tan painted hallway. Leaning against him, she whispered into his ear. “Handsome, my training's done in a month. Come see me then and I'll give you a treat worth the wait.” Before Graymane could turn and respond, she scooted him out the doorway, shutting the door behind him.

Standing out front of the red, scented room, Graymane looked around at his strange surroundings. His mind still in a fog of passion and pleasure, thoughts not his own running his actions, it found the shine of the sun, the light a beacon to the world apart from passion and pleasure. Following down the hallway towards the light, he passed the desk and noticed a stack of papers next to a clock, showing two hours later than when he arrived. Looking over to them, he saw the words “Our Succulent Menu” scrolled across the front. Graymane picked one up in his mouth and continued out the black papered door .

Outside, he opened the pamphlet on the ground and grazed over the listings of the ponies. “Well well, what have we here? A veritable buffet of pleasures and the ponies that give them.” He pondered, the working barbers being listed with adjacent flavor text.

Bubblegum Pop: Our newest member, young and limber, she'll drive anypony to lick her pop to the center. Rather crude description, however apt it may be. Given the nature, I don't think Miss Lyra should be aware of what happened these past hours. Perhaps a pony passed by and gave me this colorful new pamphlet for a restaurant. Closing the pamphlet and picking it up in his mouth again, Graymane continued his journey home, trotting along in the murk of another ponies thoughts.

*** *** ***

“Where is he? Graymane should have been back an hour ago, at longest. Big Mac, can you go search for him with me? He could have been pony napped, or murdered, or worse.” Lyra said, pacing back and forth in front of her couch, Big Macintosh watching her calmly.

The secluded house was silent, Bon Bon having left some time before to prepare for the following day's festivities. The glass top table was still laden with papers, stained with red ink and coffee rings. The aquamarine mare had been waiting in her chair for half an hour now, sitting still until her panic bubbled to the surface.

“I don't think we should worry yet, he probably just got lost trying to read your directions.” He said, leaning further back into the sofa, the furniture piece by far his favorite seat in Lyra's house. “I'm positive he'll be back any minute now.”

“Do you really think so? What if I got him stuck in the mare-fia pony trafficking. He could be on his way to the frozen north right now to be sold into prostitution.” The situation made worse, Lyra began to worry more. I don't want to be alone again.

The cottage fell silent as the doorknob clicked, the dark blue door opening as the like colored stallion walked into the room. Turning to look at the pony, Lyra was bordering on tears, ecstatic that her friend was alright. Happy that she wouldn't be alone in a big, quiet house again.

“Graymane! Where were you? You should have been back an hour ago! I was worried sick.” Lyra shouted, her melodic voice turned menacing and her golden eyes filled with flames of anger. Stomping towards him, Graymane regretted entering the cottage as all four and a half days of his life flashed before him. The memorial respite fell short of saving him, four days lasting less than a second in his mind. “I told you to walk there and come straight back.”

Sitting up from the couch, Big Macintosh picked the platter up from the table carried it to the kitchen, leaving the two ponies to fight. Concerned for his life, Graymane remembered his original alibi. “I did, there was a line at the barbers, then a really nice mare gave me a bookmark for a new restaurant.” Sliding the pamphlet on the floor forward, Lyra read the colorfully shaded paper title.

“Our...Succulent menu. Oh.” Staring blankly at the paper, she processed the situation before her. “S-sorry. I just- I'm sorry. I shouldn't have yelled like that.” Sitting back, Lyra's golden eyes began to show an emotion unlike before; sadness. “...At least you're okay...” Lyra said sniffling, pouting her lips as she turned away from him. “I was just really worried about you...”

Reaching a hoof out to her, Graymane felt bad over making her feel scared. “Lyra, I'm sorry. I wont do it again okay? Lyra?” Worried he had hurt her feelings, Graymane attempted to pull her closer.

Turning back with a shallow smile, tears still evident around her eyes, Lyra hugged the blue stallion in response. Burying her face in his neck, took a deep breath and pulled him closer. Feeling the aquamarine mare wrapped around him, a twinge of pain reverberated through his chest as began to hug her back. Wiping her tears on his chest, Lyra loosened her hug and looked up at the stallion before her, still pressed against him.

“The barber put some weird stuff on me to make me smell different, she said that mare's like it.” Graymane said, still taken aback from her hug.

“Y-yeah, I noticed. It's nice, you smell nice.” Her cheeks blushing slightly at what she said. Looking back down at her, their muzzles only a few inches away from each other, the heat from their bodies mixing together as Graymane pressed closer to her.

“Lyra, your dishes are in the sink... Am I interrupting?” Big Macintosh said flatly, observing the situation before him. Graymane was standing by the door, his dear friend Lyra sitting on the floor in front of him. Her hooves wrapped around his neck, Lyra looking as though she was about to jump the blue stallion and ride him for all he was worth.

“No, I was just... making sure the barber chose a nice cologne for Graymane.” Standing up, she took a step back from him. “Now that you're back, I wanna see how good of a job they did on your mane.” Lyra traced her eyes over his entirety, taking in her roommate en masse for the first time since his arrival in her life.

Standing a few inches taller than her, Graymane looked back at her. His duo colored mane had been trimmed down neatly, the only prevalent gray along the sides of his newly cut coiffure. Sparkling slightly, his now orange dominant mane stood up and waved back, looking like a luscious field of grass during autumn. Framing his blue face, the slightest hint of gray sideburns stood out, ready to grow into amazing accents of orange as time passed.

“You look good. They did a really nice job.” Lyra said, taken in by his new appearance, making it appear as though Graymane was on the cusp of youth and wisdom, a perfect attraction to any pony with a father complex.

“Thank you for the coffee Lyra, I'll be back tomorrow with an tie for Graymane.” Walking past the two, Big Macintosh opened the door and turned back to the couple. “I'll come by an hour before the interview. Plenty of time to tie his tie and walk there.” He said before closing the wooden door.

A pregnant pause pierced the ponies precarious passion, the pair pondering on their preceding predicament. “Lyra, why is he bringing me a tie? Also, what's a tie?” Her need to come clean apparent, Lyra lead the questioning colt to the couch, sitting beside him to ease his expected surprise.

“Graymane, tomorrow Big Mac is gonna take you for a job interview. He's giving you a tie so you look more presentable.” She said, taking a deep breath to prepare for the incoming emotions. “We think it's time that you started trying to reconnect with the world, before you lose touch with it altogether.” Lyra waited, her friend still sitting next to her on the purple couch.

“Okay, that's great. The book you got me said a stallion should pay for his mare on a date, so I guess I need a job.” Graymane said, looking back with a smile. “I really liked getting a haircut, I can't wait until the next time.”

“Oh... Alright then. I guess that's it.” Lyra said, dumfounded at Graymane's reaction. “Uh, how 'bout lunch then?”

April 25, Thursday.

I went to a barber today. She was pink and had sex with me. She was only going to give me a blow job, but said I could have sex with her if I licked her cunt, she called it her cunt. It tasted weird, but good, and made my penis really hard. She called it a cock. I found a list of the different services they give, and I don't know what this thing called anal is, but it looks expensive. I can't wait until my next haircut, Bubblegum said that she would give me a treat, so I'm gonna ask for that.

I don't really remember what happened afterwards, but I have this paper from the store that I said was a bookmark. I don't know why I lied to Lyra, but it feels like I shouldn't tell her about it. I'm going to use it to bookmark the next page in my old journal.

Lyra said I'm going out for something called an interview tomorrow. I'm going to get a job, so I can take Nurse Redheart on a date. My dating book says that a nice stallion should pay for the date, so I need this job. I hope it goes well, Lyra says job interviews are supposed to be really hard.

Author's Note

The original haircut, and the erotic haircut, both cost forty two dollars, however, if another pony was servicing at the moment, the erotic haircut would have cost seventy four bits because Bubblegum is still a trainee at the moment. As much fun as it would be to see more of this erotic salon, I doubt I will write much more about it. Maybe some one-shots if the mood strikes me.

I felt so horrible writing that sex scene. I think it's because I wrote it, but I find it absolutely horrible. First actual sex scene I've written, so that doesn't help. If any of you want to be my editor, PM me, because having someone I can bounce my bat shit crazy ideas off of will, read “should”, speed my writing process. If any of you want to be a friend I can have sex with to give me some experience with this stuff, PM me, because being a virgin and writing about sex is really difficult.

When I came up with the idea for Bubblegum, it was about three in the morning and I wanted to make the most gaudy color scheme possible, while still remaining girly. Since plaid wasn't an option, I went with Tokyo Pop. This chapter and the next were originally one, but I just wanted this one out since I owe you all two, now one, chapter(s?).