Title:           The Alien and the Harlot III
Author:          EM9
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First Edit:      Friday 30th of May 2014 11:02:42 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Friday 30th of May 2014 11:02:42 PM CDT

>Back to adventure
>You Wake up happy
>Not your usual groggy self
>You are Anon
>Alien Businessman
>Memories of the last two days all come to you at once
>The homeless tart you took in
>You feel sunbeams warm your face through the open window
>It still early
>Okay
>Either there's a brunette earthpony on the other side of the bed or she's gone back to her "house"
>You roll over slowly hoping to see her to find only the empty spot she occupied covers neatly tucked in
>Meh
>Your heart just sank a little
>She's probably out already getting customers
>You walk downstairs with your head hung low
>You don't know why you assumed she might still be here
>Must of gotten up early to avoid talking to you
>An audible sigh is heard from Saddle Arabia
>You walk down stairs instead of riding the railing down
>As you reach the bottom something starts to speak to you
>"Oi mate something aint right"
"Nose? what is it boy? little timmy fell down a well?"
>"It's coming from the kitchen"
>You levitate off the ground a visible odor carrying you to the kitchen
>Once again you make a note to study the cartoon physics of this land
>It drops you in your kitchen a familiar mare in front of the stove
>Wonderful aromas fill the air
>You have a fully stocked kitchen with every ingredient known to man and several known only to ponies
>And you never even cook
>The interior decorator insisted on placing an assortment of spices in the kitchen
>"G-Good m-morning"
>She brushes the mane out of her eyes with a nervous smile on her face
"Good morning Glory"
>Glorys' smile intensifies at the sound of her name
>It must be relaxing for her to hear her own name for once instead of whore
>She presents a plate to you standing on her hind hooves to reach up to your elevated stature
>Eggs, mushrooms, toast with cinnamon, pancakes, waffles and hashbrowns all precariously stacked taller than she is
>"I m-made you breakfast"
"You made a lot"
>"It's my t-turn to feed you"
>Gathering the necessary utensils to Crunch chomp gobble munch snarf and Savor respectively Glory watches you as you take your first bite
>Not hesitating to dig in you start with the crunching of the waffles
>It's good
>Really good
>Not an orgasm in your tastebuds but it has a special meaning to you considering who made it
>"Is it okay?"
"It's wonderful"
>She gives you a big smile before sighing and turning to walk away
"Where you going"
>She turns back around hoping not to have to remind the alien what she does for a living
"I can't possibly eat all this by myself"
>She ascends one of your, too tall for a pony, chairs sitting next to you
>You now question why you had a set of 8 identical chairs made around a table to seat the only human in Equestria
>In hindsight that was pretty stupid
>Like a Pegasus getting mad at two ponies blocking a bridge
>Glory starts off ,by taking some of everything
>She eats quietly and well mannered enjoying the food she made
>Now what?
>Normally this is where a conversation would take place
>She's probably gonna go fuck stallions after this
>Somewhere out there are the words that give this story a happy ending
>But what can you say
>Stay with me forever?
>I love you?
>Take a job doing shit work at my company full of zebras that will catcall you all day?
>You sit thinking as the pile of food gets smaller
>If you don't say something she'll walk out anyway
>Just say anything
"So what did you want to be when you grow up?"
>She stops chewing for a second to think about your question before swallowing and answering your question
>"I don't know"
>"I thought one day I'd know what I want but that day never came."
>She looks down at her food resigned to staring at it instead of eating it
>"When I was a little filly I tried everything to get my cutie mark, every day I tried new things and went places"
>"As I got older the other ponies made fun of me calling me blankflank or even ignoring me outright"
>"I just don't know what I want"
>You don't know what to say or where to go from here
>All that's left are the pancakes
>You don't even like pancakes
>She doesn't seem to like them either
>She's staring at them without moving a muscle
>now what?
>Wait
>You have the perfect idea
>Maybe you could try to help her get her cutie mark
>No, you don't even have an idea as to how those work
>"Well um, I have to get back to work"
>Her ears droop down as she relives the memories of what her "work" entails
"You could stay here for a while"
>Taking a long pause she thinks hard about what to say
>Her hooves scratch at the tile floor weakly
>"I can't stay here"
"I DO have an empty room"
>"That's not what I mean"
>"I'm not, I just, d-don't make this hard on me"
>"You're a really nice... human but you can't help me"
>You want to say something to convince her you can help her but little comes to mind
>In your time here you haven't helped much of anyone
"Why do you think you're beyond help?"
>"Because-"
>She takes a long pause trying not to stutter or choke up her words
>"-I'm a... I'm a whore"
>She turns to leave
"Wait don't go!"
>She doesn't change her pace she's really leaving you
"I have something for you"
>Glory stops herself right outside your front door ready to leave
>You step into the adjacent laundry room and pull out a large blanket
>You've never used it and you haven't seen a blanket in her box
"It's gonna be cold tonight, take this with you"
>She took it with her
>Giving you one last sad look at you before leaving
>You can see she already regrets leaving but she's much too stubborn to come back
>Maybe you can't help her
>You make yourself some coffee and try to think what you could of done different
>If you just fucked her this story would be over
>You'd be back to your first world problems
>Your coffee sits getting cold
>A single sip has yet to be taken
>You look around the kitchen the smells of a wonderful breakfast lingering in the air
>A stack of pancakes sits on the table getting cold
>Sitting down you grab a fork and look intensely at the pancakes
>You take a bite a the pleb tier food, soggy from absorbing too much syrup
>It tastes bad in your mouth
>You hate pancakes
>But you eat every bite
Because she made them for you
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>She lies lonely in the night her legs bent at an uncomfortable angle in her small box
>Under the bridge she has a roof overhead but it does nothing to keep the cold away
>Her rear hooves are sore
>Her clientele is never gentle with her
>They fuck her dry and sometimes hit her or pull on her mane
>She wanted to stay
>She wanted to be in a warm bed right now more than anything
>Why did she walk away?
>Was it because she was afraid?
>Stubborn?
>She wants to quit but there's no future for a blankflank
>She checks her flank one last time before going to sleep
>Nothing
>Adjusting herself to be more comfortable she wraps the humans blanket around her body
>If anything at least she wouldn't freeze tonight
END CHAPTER III