The story of Escort Sluthooves (PimpRarity pt 1)

>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