Author's Note

Well this is a story about prostitution. The ups and the downs. This is where I put a trigger warning on some of those downs.

Chapter 12

Dearest Rarity

I have long known of your work and have taken pride in showing it off among high society circles. It has allowed me to stand on the leading edge of fashion in a often fast moving field.

I have often hesitated to drop your name for fear that others might learn the secret to my success and take ques straight from the horses mouth as I have.

Recently though I have started to hear the slightest and most subtle of rumours that might cause me to reconsider my hesitation. It is somewhat unseemly but I would like to make a somewhat inappropriate proposition to you.

I have already sent my wife and children ahead to our estates in Canterlot. I have stayed behind as I have a few matters to deal with before I can leave. These matters are more tedious then strenuous and I find myself in sore need of relief.

I was wondering if you could perhaps provide a little special entertainment before I leave.

Signed Lord Bright Steed

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Violet found herself standing before the largest manor in all of Ponyville. Three stories tall it still managed to sprawl in a way that most homes failed to. The buildings facade was decorated in a manner that reminded her in equal parts of the grandest and wealthiest of Canterlot and Cloudsdale sensibilities.

In short it reeked old money.

She checked the note. It directed her to the side. To the servants entrance rather then the front. Something about this made her nervous.

It occurred to her that this was the first residence that Violet had visited that was more expensive then Rainbow Dash's rainbow festooned cloud castle.

Was that all?, she chuckled to herself as she made her way past the cozy and secretive hedges that shielded the back of the building. She was just put off by the apparent fiscal superiority of her date.

It was quite the change to be sure. But it wasn't anything that she had to take seriously.

She knocked upon the door dismissing her foalish concerns.

The door opened to reveal the most beautiful metallic gold earth pony stallion she had ever seen. She stood stunned in awe at the realization that this was the stallion that she going to get to sleep with.

His lip pulled into something that wasn't quite a smile. “I suppose this is the best this town would have to offer.”

“I... what?”

He reached forward, grabbed her mane in his teeth and pulled her inside. She staggered to her knees

That wasn't supposed to happen. She was supposed to offer a bow and call him m'lord and then introduce herself.

Rarity had made her practice that part.

But he could be a little rough if he liked. That was fine. She wasn't made of glass or anything. She was tough.

She started to get up off of her knees as the door closed with a click.

A golden hoof caught her right front leg and her shoulder hit the ground.

“No, you stay on the ground where you belong,” the noble corrected her as he pinned her for body to the ground.

A sick nauseous feeling arose in her stomach. This was different. Violet stared up at him in uncomprehending shock.

The left gilded wing cover snapped taught restraining the limb within. If the wing had been free it would have shattered the lord-ling's leg.

Why had she tried to do that?

As his hard member pressed into her she realized that had never been this aroused before. Her sex was sopping wet.

Why did it feel wrong? “Stop it,” someone hissed. She looked into his eyes. His face. Something was wrong. Very wrong.

“Shut up, you stupid whore.”

He had no tenderness or care in him. She couldn't detect any of the feelings that she was specifically made to receive. Violet was for sweet intimacy, it was her fodder. It was why she existed. It wasn't for this.

“Get off of me!”

“Hmf, be glad little whore that somepony has finally taken the time to show you what you're really for.”

A sudden building sensation in her loins startled her. She closed her eyes tight and fought hard to deny the feeling.

But the pounding cock inside of her refused to be ignored.

A tear rolled down her reddening cheek.

“Stop it! Get off of me right now!”

He laughed at her, like he knew exactly what he was doing and loved every moment of it.

“We'll forget this ever happened! Just stop it, stop it right now!” She really meant it to, she'd have probably even given him a consolatory blow job and still called it a win.

He didn't stop. And of course not.

She started sobbing as the orgasm started to hit.

Rainbow Dash would have never allowed this to happen. Veiled Violet wasn't made to handle this eventuality. Both of them put distance between themselves and the scene as it continued.

Time passed, the cock pounded relentlessly, her body orgasmed again and again. She would alternate between bargaining, begging and threatening only stopping to sob as he body betrayed her.

The two halves of her personality watched helplessly, wondering just who this poor pony being raped on the floor could be.

* * *

The sky blue pegasus ran through the night. She had no name. She had no self. She had been stripped down to her core and left as an empty and broken thing.

She had her four strong legs, she had the memory of what had happened and the absolute mandate to put as much distance between herself and the place that it had happened.

If not for her wing binds she would have left Ponyville behind, perhaps never to return.

No one, not even her closest friends would have recognized that hysterical and wild eyed mare as Rainbow Dash. That was her only consolation.

In search of safe harbour once more, the pegasus found herself at the door to carousel boutique.