Title:           The story of Escort Sluthooves (PimpRarity pt 1)
Author:          CropTool
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First Edit:      Sunday 1st of April 2012 11:23:22 AM CDT
Last Edit:       Last edit on: Monday 26th of January 2015 01:47:48 AM CDT

>At a high-class party in Canterlot
>Rarity brought you along, told you she would make you all the casual clothes you want if you model a gem-lined suit for her
>It's not your style, but you've gotta look nice for all the snooty unicorns
>Listening to Rarity discuss fashion with a few dressed up unicorns by the buffet table
>Out of nowhere, a slender white mare with a pink mane drapes herself over your shoulder
>Rarity continues as though nothing is happening, so you play it cool
>Later in the night as the party is winding down, a white stallion with blue hair, a monocle and silly mustache takes a seat next to you.
>"I say Anon, it seems my wife has taken quite a shine to you."
>Fancypants gestures to the white and pink mare from earlier
>"Unfortunately, I'm not the young stud I once was. Would you be willing to spend the night with her tomorrow? You'll be well compensated of course."
>Before you can come up with a response, it's Rarity out of fucking nowhere
>"Why of course Anon would be honored to have an intimate night with Fleur!"
>"Splendid!"
>Fancypants levitates an envelope over to Rarity
 
>You're leaving the party, walking Rarity back to her hotel suite
"What the heck did you get me into Rarity, you know I'm not in to ponies like that"
>"Listen Anon, this check he wrote is for an absolutely silly amount of money. Even after my 20% cut you'll have enough to live in Ponyville for a couple months. I know how sick you are of living off scraps and odd jobs around town"
>She's right of course, living paycheck to paycheck is getting old quick. But, 20%? She didn't even do anything but volunteer me?
>"Don't give me that look, it's perfectly fair for me to be compensated for my efforts. Besides, you do a good job here and I'm sure I'll have no trouble finding you more work in the future."
"Rarity. I'm not in to ponies."
>"Stop being such a child, just use your hands if you need to. You've got the only pair in Equestria, I'm sure you can put them to good use."
 
>The next day passes in a blur, you spend it in your suite trying to calm your nerves
"Fuck it, I've been paid in advance, this can't be too hard right?"
>You wish you could meet Rarity for lunch, but she's booked solid with various events
>All you have is a list of instructions she left for you, it's all stuff like "Treat her like a lady" and "Confidence, confidence, confidence!"
>She left an order with room service for an absurd amount of food. You're not really hungry but you eat a bit anyway
>You glance at the clock, it's go time
>Turns out she's staying in the same hotel as you, so it's a short trip up to her room
>You open the door with the key you were given and step inside.
>Her suite is way nicer than the room you you've got
>You take a look around, place seems to be empty
"Uh, hello?"
>With a soft clop-clop-clop, the mare walks into the room.
>You didn't notice it before, but this horse is pure sex on hooves
>Her long, slender legs seem to go on forever as they lead up to her thick plot
>Her big, soulful eyes look you up and down, she licks her lips and walks over to the bed
>Her horn glows and your suit removes itself and floats to a hanger in the closet
 
>You feel a bit silly, with her laying on the bed and you standing there in your boxers with a dumb look on your face
>As you walk over, Rarity's list comes to mind
>Start slow, take your time
>You figure you'll begin with a bit of massage
>She shudders a bit as you run your hands down her back to her flank
>Taking care, you start to circle the Fleur-de-Lis on her plot, gradually applying pressure
>Before long she rolls over, you're not ready to go all the way with this so you stick with a belly rub
>She seems to enjoy it, so you keep going
>She's got her head in your lap now, she's looking up at you
>What did the list say? Don't touch the horn unless she initiates?
>Seems like she's asking for it, so you ghost your fingers over her horn
>It's not like horns you've seen around Canterlot, even Rarity's was short and blunt, this one is long, slender and very sharp
>She's starting to pant, as you give the horn long, gentle strokes
>It's very soft, not at all what you were expecting.
>Her eyes are shut tight, she lets out a soft moan as you lean down and give the horn a lick
>It's like a vanilla creamsicle, and it gives your tongue a bit of a tingle as you run up and down its ridges
>Her horn starts to glow and the smell of vanilla and ozone fills the room
>Something from the list springs to mind: "Don't be in front of the horn when it goes off"
>What did she mean "when it goes off?"
>As if to answer, Fleur's eyes shoot open, they're empty and glowing white
>A bolt of vanilla lightning shoots through you, throwing you across the room into the wall
>Anon has whited out!
 
>You pick yourself up and glance at the clock
>It's been a little over an hour since you left your room, you can't have been out long
>Fleur is spread out on the bed, asleep and breathing heavily
>The last piece of Rarity's advice springs to mind
>"If you put her to sleep, you're done. Obviously, you shouldn't try to bore her with conversation"
>You pull the blanket over the sleeping pony, get dressed, turn out the light and slip out the door
>You stumble back to your room, eat some leftovers from the fridge and fall asleep
>A knock on your door awakens you, it's Rarity in one of her signature giant hats and a tray of breakfast
>"Well Anon, I must say, you must have done quite a good job last night. Looks like you earned yourself a bit of a bonus."
>She floats an envelope over, it simply says "Anon" in a nice cursive script
>You open it, a pile of bits floods out as you unfold the paper inside
>It's a pin-up plot-shot of Fleur-de-Lis, signed "Thanks for the wonderful night" and the mark from her flank
>"That's yours to keep, of course. Now eat quickly and get cleaned up. We've got a train to catch"
Fucking Unicorns