Customers of the day: Rarity and Fluttershy

From time to time, ponies tend to forget what is right and wrong. It's nothing you can blame them for, nor harass or violate. I've made some dumb decisions through my life, and I won't deny that. There have been moments when I could have done so much better. Times when I could have just walked away and pretend the noises coming from behind me were just some mosquito that only required a whip from my tail to get rid off. Sadly, some mistakes tend to bring consequences during nights like this one.

“Hello... Orchid”.

Serious consequences...

“What do you want?” I asked the green pegasus mare dressed in cheap make-up. I knew her even though I wished I didn't. The one green as grass, literally not figuratively, was Sway Date. She had been around for a good while, yet not long enough to earn her scars like the over-mature ones had. She was pretty known among the tricks for her swaying prices and questionable outcomes. She was better at seducing ponies than making maths and ending a conversation, therefore her nickname Sway Date. Nopony knew her real name... that was what her pony-owner had named her when she came for a job.

“Oh, nothing... just checking up what one of my fellow... tramps were doing out this late, far from our usual hunting grounds?” she asked with the most transparent of tones. You know, that tone your so-called friend uses when he or she tries to imply they know something? Yeah, the one that makes you wanna punch them in the muzzle.

She had all the rights in the world to be curious. She probably just expected to find out if I had found any tricks who wanted to ram my ass. Not that she knew how it felt, being the target of all fillyfoolers who had more brain than bits. Seriously, you could easily talk this whorse into a deal in which SHE pays YOU for her services. Our colleagues use to make fun out of her for needing two guesses to solve two plus two. I've actually seen dumber ponies, this one just had a sever case of not understanding math. I'm sure there's a word for it, but hey, I didn't go to school.... SHE did.

Yeah, that's what makes it all even funnier.

“Just out on another errand, Sway Date. Just another errand” I responded with a silent sigh, doing my best to get rid of this stupid 'mosquito'.

“Oooh, another 'errand', eh? What's it gonna be this time? Must be hard finding something better to fuck than Big Macintosh, I suppose?” she said which stopped me like a thick pole penetrating a wooden wheel.

Remember that thing I said about consequences?

I turned my head slowly and stared into the green mare's eyes. She had that painfully annoying smirk on muzzle, that kind that makes you just wanna stuff it full of bucks and punches until your fetlocks breaks. It hurt to admit that Sway Date knew more than me, even for once, but it was true. I was so sure nopony had seen me go to the Sweet Apple Acres last Wednesday, even more sure that I had managed to return without a shadow of a trace. But somehow... I had missed something.

“Okay, who and when?” I asked, showing through my tone that I was willing to give her attention as long as she told me what I wanted to hear. Of course she just had to drag it out, starting with an arrogant roll to her eyes.

“Hm... I dunno... what's it worth to you?”.

Yes, as much as Ponyville is a town with low criminal rate and barely any poverty, whorses like us knows that everything is worth bits, especially information. However, I had no plans on letting my attention get wasted on some wiseguy believing she had a grip on me. My eyebrows arched into a frown.

“Keep talking like that and it will be worth a trip to the hospital, tramp” I replied, showing my fangs in a most subtle way. She instantly lost her cocky smile and dropped her eyes to the ground before facing me again.

“Fine, who'd you expect it to be?”.

“Sweet Trip?”.

It was a pure guess, but once I thought about it, I should have seen it coming. Sweet Trip was sort of a one-pony welcoming committee. She strayed around the borders of Ponyville, picking up whatever newcomer as her trick. She was the blabber mouth in your casual group, the one who brings all the gossip and rumors, preposterous or not. She was useful, least to say. Having a set of ears such as hers were worth a lot and she knew how to use them properly. It is said that more than half of her income is from sharing her surprisingly valuable information with others. Surely that was the only rumor she never would acknowledge as true.

A sign of frustration flushed through me. I had for some reason forgotten about that stupid whorse, of course she must have seen me on my way to the apple acres. Okay, all I could do now was to remain cool and oblivious. I knew what this meant, oh shit I knew what this meant.

“So... yeah, looks like you have to look out for th-”.

“I know how to look out for myself, now get out of my muzzle!” I exclaimed and walked away from her. She didn't follow me. I was glad she didn't. I had enough problems as there was. Tenacity was going to look for me in five days or so, and I had business to attend. Stating things in my mind with periods was the best way to motivate me right now, the only way helping me through the shit I had to go through. And just when you're about to tell yourself it can't get any worse, you get that sting of self-esteem and hope. You promise it's all going to be alright.

But you're too realistic, so you know you're lying to yourself...

The night was the best way to disguise yourself. It requires no cape or fancy ninja moves to stay hidden. The air was still and cold, right beneath the limit of 'comfortable'. I had found the address given on the note that saddle-sore mare slapped me with from the day before yesterday. Her behavior was cryptic and hid more motives that I could count to. Surely this could have been a trap set up for various reasons, or this was just the fancy mare's way of commissioning whorses. Whatever it was, I had to get on with this, swallow my self-preservation and take a dare.

The house was indeed a dress shop. With its fancy design, big windows, two floors and a few dress model mannequins as decorations on the roof, I honestly felt like a little foal shivering in front of a haunted house. The creepy feeling was under my coat, whispering that I shouldn't be here. Cold strokes brought out the worst fears I knew of in the ways of life-threatening horrors. For a second, I could have sworn something stroke my shoulder...

And then I remembered I was an adult and shrugged it off. I had seen more terrifying houses than this, and this one was still intact and looked really well-preserved. Like a fashionista live in it. Of course it had to be a fashionista this time. Who else would come up and smack you across the face just to discretely give you a note saying she wants to see you? I don't know, somepony from Canterlot, perhaps? Didn't matter in this case, I desperately needed the bits. Thus I knocked and waited for an answer.

My eyes glimpsed to one of the windows, a decision I regretted dearly once I saw the slit-irises glaring angrily at me from the darkness. My spine shivered in fear as I suddenly became the little scared filly again. In that exact moment, I couldn't help but jumping.

“Oh my! Finally you're here!” the white monster with the curled mane shouted. My heart raced as she grabbed me around the neck and pulled me inside the dark house. “An awfully late time to model, but you know how it is! Please, come in! I got some dresses I must measure on you!” she continued yelling until the door slammed shut behind us.

For a moment I wanted to struggle and seriously try bucking the pony between its hindlegs, believing I had been abducted for some horrible experiments including suffocating clothes meant to disembowel ponies through the most sadistic of ways. But I was laying on the floor with my ass in the air and staring into the angry eyes that only spoke of murderous lusts, followed by an awful hiss through sharp teeth covered in red stains.

And they say horror movies never happens in real life.

But right when I was about to do the mentioned actions, the lights in the ceiling suddenly turned on. In front of me there was nothing but a pretty little cat with the most adorable rosette on its head. Didn't look much less angry, but now I knew what I was scared of. The white pony walked around me and picked up the little rabid thing and held it to her chest, giggling awkwardly.

“Eh he he... oh I'm sorry, but Opal has a thing for rejecting strangers in her home. Whoops, a little food seems to have gotten stuck on her teeth. Knew I shouldn't have trusted that new cat food brand... I shouldn't have, no I shouldn't have, wittle Opal wopal, hm?”.

That awkward moment when you find out the place you were afraid of suddenly turned into the most beautiful location you've ever been in and gets an explanation for everything. Including a mare baby-talking to her annoyed cat.

“Are you alright, darling?” the white unicorn mare asked while she walked over to place her cat in its basket. I wanted to pull a fast one and say it hadn't been the first time I laid bend over with a pony behind me, but I had more manners than that. I got up on my hooves and shook my head to get rid of whatever had ended up on my mane or face. Had to look good, after all.

“No- I mean yes. He he... not the first time I'm caught with my ass in the air”.

I had to, okay...?

She stared awkwardly at me for a while. Can't say that was my best first impression, minding I've already had one on this mare known as Rarity. Moments like this I began to understand everything. This simply had to be the scene when I get the most awful scolding for teaching her little lover boy how to treat her out like a real stallion... or dragon, whatever. But seriously, why was I here? Most likely to get that stupid scolding.

Rarity walked over to me with a silly look in her eyes, moving it up and down to get the full image of me and who I was in the flesh. Then she changed her look into a more thoughtful one, taking her time to walk a circle around me. Was she inspecting the wares, perhaps? To be honest, I'd had enough of this charade. Why wasn't she angry at me? Why did she slap me two days ago? Why the buck was she blushing a little when strolling past my flank?

In the end she was right next to me, seeking for the eye-contact. I guessed the best way to break the ice was to ask her.

“Ahem... well, you wanted to see me?” I asked sternly, ignoring the sexiness I usually always had. She looked at me strangely for a second.

“Why, of course. Why do you think I used such... rough manners to get you inside?”.

A bit for every time that happened to me...

“I simply can't be seen letting a prostitute get inside my shop and home! That would ruin my reputation forever! That's why I had to pretend you were a regular anypony who I was just going to try some dresses on. Brilliant, wasn't it?” she ended with a proud posture, straightening her back and neck.

Clever as it may sound, she could have skipped the part where she shouted out over the entire neighborhood like she was actually being robbed. Oh well, not my business to teach her better tactics. I was just here to... yeah, why was I here again?

“So why am I here, miss Rarity?” I asked once I felt a more welcoming aura from this apparently vain mare. She answered me with a nervous giggle and leaned in close to me, nibbling her lower lip.

“He he... don't do this to me. Everypony in this room knows why you're here” she whispered in a tone resembling desperation. Her eyes shifted into every corner as she leaned in a little closer, whispering so silently I hardly heard her. “Euhm... w-what are your.... rates? Is.. that how you ask?”.

So she was buying me. Okay, no problem with me, but it still felt a whole lot awkward minding my history with Spike who had a crush on this mare. Doesn't honestly matter a shit to me, this was all nothing but business. Hard to resist those nervous eyes too. Wait, perhaps Spike hadn't been here yet and done his thing? Perhaps I was on my way to sleep with Rarity before Spike could? Colt, that sounds really mean if it weren't for the circumstances.

Me being a whorse who is only here for the sake of my work, that is.

Finally, I felt safe enough to turn on the business mode, relaxing my eyelids and swaying the tail like I was airing, preparing to get friendly in the name of all that is intimate. I met her eyes and smiled.

“One hundred fifty bits and I am...” I said alluringly and nearly touched her snout with my own. “... all yours to use and abuse. All night long, all day long, I'm not done until you're fully satisfied”.

She giggled, blushing a little more as her eyes got stuck in the lower corner.

“But I wonder... what can I do that would make such an already beautiful lady feel even more beautiful?” I went on and nuzzled her hot cheek, not leaving any of her control behind.

“Oh, stop it, you...” she said and waved a hoof at me, failing to turn back her face to me. That was until I realized she was looking out through the window. She suddenly pushed me away and let out the most nervous grin I had seen today. “Ehh! Wha-what do you say we go to my bed ro- I mean my work room! So I we can try those... d-dresses on you?”.

I tilted my head to the side and smirked. “Sounds perfect”.

Karma and irony had pulled the perfect practical joke on me this time. Not only was I now laying in a bed with my ass high up in the air, there was somepony right behind me doing things to me. I cooed a bit when the tight corset squeezed my midriff and chest. That tight feeling around your body, the feeling of near suffocation, hard strings getting tied on your back, all this black and pink, so much expectation for pain and humiliation. I couldn't help finding myself feeling sexy in this.

“Jusht... a bit... more!” Rarity exclaimed through her clenched teeth as she pulled the strings so the corset squeezed me even more. She was finally done and placed the last knot on the upper row of knots. Then it was time for the leather cuffs around my forelegs. I held them over my back and let her attach them right above my fetlocks. She used her magic, which put on and locked the cuffs much fast than if you would have done it with bare hooves.

Now it was time for the next part of her preparations, something I had been wondering what she meant about a 'bar'.

“Here we go!” she said at the same time I felt cold iron around my spread hindlegs. I couldn't see anything due to my chin being pressed to the bed. Soon I heard the iron cuffs clicking like they locked. “Done!” she said happily and trotted away from me. I've had enough time to inspect the room, this beautifully decorated room with the grand four poster bed and all the cabinets filled with whatever a pony would keep inside them. Sadly, I was going to find out that some ponies keep their innermost secrets in them. Sure, I know how the wisdom words go, but this was far worse than a skeleton if you ask me.

“Now...” Rarity said with a change in her tone resembling self-confidence and sadism. “Remember what we agreed to?”.

I took a deep breath and put on my internal mind cooler. A smile was put on my lips. “The safety word is hacksaw”.

“Good...” she said right before the too familiar sound of a whip cracked the air.

A cat o' nine tails swiped my rump. My eyes widened as my pupils shrank in sheer pain. The red lashes would most likely be visible for another day or two. I cried. For real. This hadn't been my first time getting spanked, not even by a mare. The difference was that this mare actually packed strength in her whip. The first one was bad enough, but once she started to rapidly abuse my ass with continuous smacks and gashes, I had to clench my teeth. Otherwise I would have screamed the safety word out of self-preservation.

“You little skank! Bucking whorse! How dare you wear one of my dresses! You're not good enough for them!” she screamed angrily, yanking the spreader bar to keep me in a sturdy grip. I squirmed my head in pain.

“Please, no! I... I just- OUCH -wanted try one of them! I'm... AAAHH! I'm so sorry! Please stop hurting me!” I cried back, suffering each spank like a helpless victim. Yes, I had done this before...

It was like her anger exploded once I said that. She even used words I didn't expect her to say.

“WHAT?! A simple whorse like you isn't worthy to wear it! How bucking dare you dream of it?! A pathetic shit like you isn't even good for licking the dust beneath my hooves!”.

She suddenly bit me, sinking her teeth into my soft buttock without mercy. I cried at the top of my lungs, actually suppressing the will to shout 'hacksaw'. She was too strong to be this rough, at least for me. She crunched me so hard I felt my skin breaking. Some of my blood must have dripped on her tongue, because then she turned even more crazy. My tears... they wouldn't let themselves be held back anymore. It really hurt.

“You slut! Offspring from a whorse, that is what you are! Your bucking parents were nothing but scums who deserves to die! Oh, I'm sorry! They must already be dead after seeing their daughter's poor choice of career! But that's the only thing you're good for, whorse! Fuck other ponies while thinking of your mother!”.

Ouch...

“Now shut the buck up with your crying and take your punishment!” she yelled and focused her whipping on the open wound. The pain was excruciating. But it wasn't the physical one now. No, miss Rarity had managed to touch the only vital spot I still reacted to. My ears had unintentionally flipped up once she began talking about my mother. A nail of ice cold sorrow pierced my heart and burrowed itself deep in my core of self-esteem. All light inside it died out, replaced by a dark spot of anguish filling my body. It... it really hurt.

“Yes, that feels good, doesn't it?! Huh? Answer me, slut! Do you want to keep my dress?!”.

I kept crying, shaking with fear and pain.

“Ye... y-yes” I still managed to answer.

“Then bucking take it!” she said as another whip, controlled by her magic, hit me on the less wounded half. The pain was numbed by my own thoughts, but soon it broke through as yet another whip entered the party on my ass. The ordeal of lashes and ripples massacred my behind, one by one flinging through the air only to fall down like jolts of lightning on me. In her head, I deserved this. I deserved to suffer the pain she brought me.

She didn't care about my feelings, she didn't pay attention to my tears. This was all a game, a sick game about pain and self-satisfaction. She took out her frustration on me, all this hatred on the body that wasn't hers. She had to destroy me, as long as I didn't belong to her. Something had to get reduced to filth so she could feel better about herself. And she loved it.

I couldn't move my legs due to the spreader bar, nor my forelegs since they were tied to my back. I could only lay and receive. But it hurt. By Celestia, it hurt so bucking much! I wasn't sexy anymore, I was just filth, a disgusting whorse who sold my ass to diseased cocks, just like they all said. Like everypony said. Like they said my mother did...

The whipping ended in a slowing pace. Rarity found it boring now when I didn't do anything else but cry. I bet she cracked a sinister grin right when putting aside the whips and kept it while walking away from me again. She brought out something from her cabinet. But this time I heard noises. Clicking noises.

What had she prepared for me now? Sharper whips? A ball gag? Perhaps a knife?

No... it was the perfect irony...

Before I even could twitch an eye, I endured the worst-case scenario for my mentality. The reminder of what I was. What I lived for. Why I was even born. She mounted me like shot from a cannon, adjusting the large appendages for both my holes. One would have been enough, but no... I had to be reminded. They were two. A plastic cock for my cunt and another for my ass, both about to go inside me. I wished for this to end, so I could go home to my stinking alley filled with garbage and disease.

“AAAAAAAHH!!!”.

“BUCKING TAKE IT, YOU WHORSE!”.

They were inside me. The large cocks shoved deep inside me without any form of lubricant. I hadn't been the slightest turned on by this after she started talking. Now it could hurt for real, bringing the endless waves of anguish, plaguing me to the end of my days. Serving as reminders of what my special talent was. They slid in and out, simultaneously thrusting deep inside my holes before plunging out. Inside again, then out. She gripped my flanks harder and thrust so deep I could feel both cocks hitting my deepest ends. I didn't even have energy to cry anymore. Rarity's bed was ruined, this beautiful, soft bed... it made me think of Berry Punch.

Orgasm wasn't something to ask for. Even if she wanted me to, it couldn't be much closer to impossible than it already was. Couldn't this just end? No, I had to feel the large pole forcing itself inside my forbidden hole, widen my rectum and stuff me full with so much physical pain. The other one was abusing my inner walls, the walls that were supposed to be wet. My clitoris couldn't find much pleasure in this, not even physical. It worked like a handicapped pony trying to climb a single step of stairs.

“Mmh, yes... this... hah... this is what you wanted, right?” she huffed from behind me.

“Yes....” I whispered.

“SPEAK, TRAMP! OR BARK LIKE THE DOG YOU ARE!!”

My lips shivered. My wet, sad lips.

“Y-YES!”.

Her satisfaction must have been greatly accelerated, because she didn't say anything more. Instead she thrust harder, rocked me back and forth in a steadily increasing rhythm. The two cocks attached to her pelvis had raped me for so long, apparently long enough to bring her over the edge of climax. She leaned over my back and squealed desperately to ride it out. I still didn't feel a thing.

“Oh goodness, bucking, shit!” she yelled and continued thrusting me like the monstrous rapist she already had proven herself qualified of being. I couldn't resist the urge anymore, I had to say the password. And I would have, if it weren't for the next step in Rarity's cruel mind working in every other way than I had hopped for. Suddenly there was a ball-gag floating in front of me like gravity itself didn't rule it. I opened my eyes wide as it flew into my mouth, forcing itself between my lips and teeth so the strap could click behind the back of my head. Now I couldn't speak. Did she know that? I couldn't say the password, did she even care about that? Perhaps I wanted to quit, did she consider that?

No...

The pain wouldn't subside, and now I had no other choice, literally not other choice but to wait for her. It didn't occur me until this very moment that I wasn't supposed to stop. The password was a fake from the start. This was all just for her amusement. She could fuck me as hard as possible, rape my two holes as far as it pleased her. That violent set of hips kept ramming towards me. Her flesh touched mine in a symphony of utter humiliation and destruction, this indescribable fear, all of it in one place so it could create a prison for all of my hopes and dreams...

She hadn't dominated me. She owned me. Like the cheap piece of ware I was.

The game wouldn't last much longer. Rarity's pace slowed down as her panting escalated. In one last thrust so deep I could have sworn it penetrated my womb, she whimpered through her gritting teeth and stopped moving at all. She breathed in her relish, right before falling over my immovable body. What about me? The strong and cocky Orchid who always knew my way around customers, the only one who could brag about selling most ass out of everypony?

She cried, mares and gentlecolts.... she laid here and cried...

There had been an explanation, convincing arguments that my tears were nothing but professionalism. Rarity showed little concern, only giving me a satisfied smile that looked like she was impressed with my ability to fake emotions. I had to fake it. There had to be lies in order for my job to go on. And now I was standing outside the boutique again, facing Rarity for the last time next to her freaking cat.

I had decided to not say anything about Spike. Professional secrecy, after all. Even though I felt like saying something just to save some of my self-esteem, I knew better than to rat out customers for personal reasons. No, they had to find each other some other way. Perhaps fate one day would lead this mare with her aggression problems and the dragon without his dragonhood together. And may Celestia have absolutely no mercy over none of their souls once pony-hell breaks loose in their relation. I couldn't care less about them. All I wanted was my bits and the door leading out of this bucking shop.

We had located ourselves on the first floor again, standing a few hooves away from each other as she extended the small bag of bits towards me. She was an abuser of magic, never using her hooves to hand over anything. I grabbed the magically floating bag with my mouth and saw the colorful enchantment disappear from it.

“Well, uhm... thank you for... your help. I really did need it, even though I was a little... ugh... hesitant when waiting for you”.

“Don't worry, miss Rarity.... It was...” I paused with a twitch in my eye when a jolt of pain struck from beneath the patch on my ass. “... a pleasure helping you”.

She looked strangely at me, or maybe it just was my imagination haunting me. Was she trying to say something? Or at least searching for the words necessary in a good-bye. Anyways, I finally nodded my head and walked over to the door. But my progress didn't make it far...

“Wait!” she exclaimed. I shut my eyes tight and tensed my muscles. A batch of hatred from the depths of my meanest thoughts boiled together into the harsh tone I nearly used. “Yes?”.

As I turned around, I saw Rarity running over to a dresser in the room. She truly used her magic for everything, even for opening the doors and then pushing aside the dresses that were in her way. My patience was really on the thinnest line, not only out of anger, but also out of fear for what she had in plan next. What, was she going to give me a slave collar now so she could take a photo of me eating from a bo-

“Ta-daa!” she said right the moment before my eyes opened wide. A beautiful dress was in her magical grasp. That kind of dress you only could see fancy mares walk around in. Every mare knew what a dress was. Not some ordinary cloth, nor a piece of shit you paid way too much for. A dress... was something you always valued as one of your most prized possessions. No matter where you're from, no matter what background you have, every little filly wants a dress in her life.

“Here.... take it! It's the least I can do after that marvelous treatment” she said bashfully with shifting eyes. The dress levitated over to me, waiting just a hoof step away from me so I could reach out and take it. I gave her a doubtful look, raising an eyebrow to show that I didn't understand. She grinned awkwardly at me. “I just think that.... every mare deserves a dress. As long as you promise to take care of it, that is!”.

I had never owned a dress in my entire life...

“Heh... thanks, but...” I said and turned around again towards the door. “... I don't want to ruin such a... “ I for some reason then paused again before looking back at the pretty dress.

I really wanted it.

“I don't want to ruin it... I can't handle anything... th-that beautiful”.

She saw my tears, I knew she did. But I wouldn't let her comfort me. I wouldn't let her say another word. I couldn't take the dress, I could only run. And so I walked away without another word, opening the door and closing it properly behind me.

Then I ran.

My hooves stepped up in pace, rushing towards the border of Ponyville. The bag of bits clanged for each gallop, just like my salty tears falling to the ground. The cold night air ravaged my lungs, made me pay for the reckless rush I had put myself in. I finally reached a bridge leading to a place where no house was. I stopped, stopped and dropped the bag to the ground. As the string loosened and opened the bag, several bits fell out from it. They gathered all over the grass and dirt, assaulting the empty space and my mind. I looked at them, looked at the reflection of my work. They all screamed. Every single, golden piece screamed at me, calling me names, pointing at me, laughing, jeering and harassing. No matter where I turned my eyes, they all screamed and heckled me.

I fell back on my haunches, covering my ears to block out the noise. But it was too loud. As soon as I looked away, my eyes fell back on the coins. A screeching terror roared my name and title. Orchid the whorse, Orchid the whorse, Orchid. The. Whorse!

Whorse!

“Stop it...”.

Whorse!

“No, please, stop...”.

Whorse!

“Stop it! Make it stop!”.

WHORSE!

My mouth opened wide. At first there was no sound at all. Like the world had fallen into a deaf echo, turning everything around me into an incoherent source of crying ache. But I screamed. I screamed and cried. I fell forward onto my knees and hit the ground with my forelegs. I hit the bits, smashed, abused and hurt them. Just like they had hurt me. Tears fell on the bits, agony and pain fell on me, hatred and curses fell upon the world. I wanted it all to end here. I didn't want to play this game called life anymore. Why was I born into this? What I had done to deserve a life where dirt could crawl on me? I wasn't going to blame life for being unfair. I knew that. There was no point crying, I knew that.

But no matter how much I knew... the pain had to come out.

I stood still on my knees, shaking in frustration and sorrow. I looked up from the filthy ground, gritting my teeth so hard it hurt. Was there anything I could be proud of? Yes... only one thing. There were supposed to be two. But at least one... I was sure of.

“My mother... was no... whorse” I whispered and sunk to the ground again...

After another moment for me to collect my thoughts, and another for the bits, I had taken a detour around the town to hide the bag of bits where I knew ponies wouldn't look. A secret only I knew of, and I was always careful to make sure nopony wasn't nearby. You could guess forever where, but it would take another eternity finding out.

As much as my mentality had been broken today, I used my personal skill in forgetting it for the moment. Sure, it would probably haunt me later tonight when going to bed, but right now I had no time to worry about myself. There were bits to collect. And perhaps this customer didn't care about the little patch on my rear, or at least that was what I hoped for. Perhaps somepony who lives so far out from the center of Ponyville didn't care about wounds? Perhaps he or she didn't care about somepony like me?

I almost slipped back into my own, pitch-black hole again...

My hoof reached out and knocked on the door to this cottage. It was a pure coincidence that I could take this appointment. Had Rarity prolonged our business, it would have been a little too late for me to come here. For some reason, this customer wanted me to show up even later.

I had walked a bit and then passed a small bridge leading over an even smaller creek, making my way through this cool night to the last house before the mysterious Everfree forest. So many little houses for animals. Everything for chickens, critters, birds, and perhaps even larger animals.

Was that bear patterns I saw in the garden?

The door opened, revealing a large, pink mane covering most of muzzle I tried to look at. The obviously shy pony peeped through a small opening in her mane, finally giving away her cerulean eyes.

“Hello” I said casually, then quickly introduced me by name and nothing else. She flashed her eyes wide-open once she heard it. She pushed away her mane and took a step back inside, waving for me to come with her. I followed blindly and heard the door shut behind me. She stuttered. A lot.

“Uhm... h-hi” she began easily, seemingly more anxious than excited in any way you can interpret a pony. I nearly felt like comforting her, telling her it was going to be alright. Perhaps ask her if she would feel better abusing me. Irony, of course. But I had to go on with this, not stop for any subtlety or manners preventing me from what I have to do. Thus, I introduced me and told her my price, surprisingly enough getting the bits in my hoof directly. My second bag for today, just as small, just as... everything it was for me. I didn't know where she had kept all those bits, but she had prepared them and a little more in one of the bird houses she kept indoors. With the bag in my hoof, I asked what she wanted to get started with.

My mood was still in a sick turn, swaying back and forth inside my head like a small tree in a storm. It was really no good, if this mare also wanted to play rough through role play and/or humiliating acts, I probably wouldn't last for very long. I mean, look at this situation: A lone mare living in a secluded cottage far from any other residence of Ponyville, with nothing but woodland creatures and critters in her surrounding...

Yeah, sounds like a potential psycho to me.

Yet here I am now, laying in bed next to mentioned pegasus mare, spooning her under the blanket. The lights are turned off and she is snoring peacefully with my forelegs over her waist. I'm not wearing anything, nor supposed to do anything. She is sound asleep and I'm laying on my side wondering why I just lulled a pony to sleep by singing her a bed time song. I suppose some ponies are literal when they leave a note saying 'looking for bed company'.

Maybe... not every single pony is a dirty pervert beneath the mask, I thought back then.

But it didn't help me sleep...

To be continued...

Author's Note

Delayed once more. Hey, let's make a habit out of it! Nah, but I'm trying my best to at least not play dead. However, I have a good excuse this time... I'm broadening my area!

Some of you already know, but I'm sure not EVERYPONY knows that I have turned my Tumblr blog into an ask blog, featuring Soul Hook (my oc) and Winter Breeze (also my oc) who will answer any question you might have. It's rated nsfw due to sexual context, but don't expect anything fancy... because I can't draw for shit. So I'm using the pony creator on DA to create the models.

Since I can't link here, just google "ask Soul Hook and Winter Breeze".

I will mention this a few times in my next updates, just to make sure everypony gets the message. I want them questions and I want them from you guys! The blog will update every day between Monday to Friday. And before you ask: THIS WILL NOT AFFECT MY STORY UPDATE RATE.

Brohoof on ya all!