Prostitute Anon, Ch 2: Photo Finish clop

>It has been a week since you… since you sold yourself to Lyra.

>No matter how many hot showers you take, you can’t wipe the memory from your mind.

>The only consolation you had is that she never actually made you take your clothes off.

>Though given how coated in juices you became, you had to abandon your shirt anyway. It was still at Lyra’s house, as far as you knew.

>You weren’t about to go looking for it.

>You didn’t even have a friend to console you, either.

>Before this happened, you thought you could have told Rarity anything.

>Then you found out that she was molesting you when you were polishing her horn.

>When you got back the next morning from Lyra’s house—ragged looking and still slightly damp—she looked at you worriedly and asked where you had been.

>Your eyes flicked up to her horn. If you had any dignity left you would have blushed. Instead you just answered that you lost track of time and fell asleep in a field outside of town.

>Lying to her doesn’t feel right.

>But telling the truth is beyond horrible.

>Thankfully, she didn’t comment about the hundred bits you had.

>Since then, you’ve been doing your best to avoid her as much as possible. You like Rarity, really you do, but she fucking molested you.

>Avoiding someone while living in their house is hard, though.

>R: “Oh Anooooon! It’s time for our monthly horn shine!”

>Oh God dammit.

 

 

>You hesitantly make your way down the stairs. She usually does it in a back room in her boutique, away from most of the other stuff. Before you thought she was ashamed of someone walking in and seeing it. Now you know that she didn’t want to get… pasta… over anything.

>As you enter the room, you flip a coin in your head. You saw two choices: Tell her upfront, or go at it so hard that she… discharges… and is forced to tell you herself.

>You decide that the best way to attempt to salvage your friendship is to tell her upfront.

“Rarity, I know what rubbing horns does to a unicorn.”

>The habitual smile on her face froze and slowly fell off. “W-what? Whatever are you talking about?”

>You cross your arms and narrow your eyes. She looks down and sighs.

>R: “I just… It’s so hard finding a stallion when I’m always so busy with work! I’m so sorry, Anon! It’s just… I didn’t expect you to find out and… Well, those /hands/! I know you can’t forgive me… If you’re still having monetary troubles, I can afford to help house you away from here. Away from… me.”

>You sigh.

“No, Rarity. You know what you did is wrong and you are sorry for it. Despite… that… we’re still friends, or at least I like to think we are. Besides, a few things were recently explained to me and I now know that it could have been a lot worse.”

>She blinked. “What do you mean?”

>You grimace and look away.

“I don’t want to talk about it.

>R: “Is… is it about how you got that money?”

“I really don’t want to talk about it.”

>R: “Anon, I’m your friend. You can tell me anything.”

>You mumble something.

>R: “Louder, dear. We have bigger ears than you, but that doesn’t mean we can hear mumbles.”

 

 

“I sold my body for sex, okay!”

>Her eyes widened. “You what?!”

>Your shoulders sag as you recount what brought you to it. The lack of jobs. The need for money and the need to make your own way.

“I’m not proud of it, but I swear I needed the money or I never would have.”

>You had sank to the floor at some point during the telling of your story, but you don’t remember it. You felt Rarity wrap her forelegs around you when you finished your tale.

>R: “It’s alright, Anon. I know you didn’t want to. But you didn’t have to resort to that! If I had known you were going to be that desperate, I would have given you a job!”

“You’ve already done too much for me. You took me in and gave me a home and a friend. I can’t live with you forever, Rarity. You’ll never find a stallion if you have a random guy living in your house. And besides, I hate fashion.”

>You swear you heard her mutter something about blasphemy.

>She pulled away from the hug and began pacing. “I just know I can find you work /somewhere./ Did you try Applejack?”

“She was the first one I asked. She didn’t need me. Said she had plenty of hands for when the going got rough.”

>R: “Pinkie?”

“She doesn’t even own the bakery, but I did ask the Cakes. They don’t need any more help, even with the kids.”

>R: “Twilight?”

“She has Spike and that creepy owl dude. I asked her about field research and she said she had that covered herself.”

>R: “Fluttershy doesn’t even get paid for… whatever she does. How /does/ she get money, anyway? No matter… Rainbow Dash wouldn’t need you with her weather duties… Bon Bon and Lyra work together and there’s no way I’m letting you anywhere near that… that trollop! Did you try Carrot Top?”

 

 

“She didn’t need me. Same problem as Applejack: She has family to call if she needs help.”

>R: “Shoot! Colgate? Doctor Hooves?”

“Both require more training than I have and said they can’t give me a job without a cutie mark.”

>She stopped pacing and looked to me. “I hate to suggest this, but… Derpy?”

“No jobs with the government unless you’re a pony.”

>R: “Well that’s just discriminatory!” She picked up pacing again. “There must be something! Did you try applying for more aid from the princess?”

“I don’t want to live off handouts, Rarity. I need to work. I just… I can’t find any.”

>R: “Anon, there’s nothing to be ashamed of when it comes to living like this. If you are completely unable to find work, then handouts are your only choice! I know you don’t like it, but you have to do something!”

“I could move. Go north to try my luck in the griffon lands.”

>R: “They would tear you to pieces, Anon. They’re generally more xenophobic than we are. Now come along! You didn’t have any luck alone, but with me along surely there will be more avenues opened!”

>You felt the first real smile in days come to your face.

“Thank you, Rarity. This means a lot to me.”

>R: “No no, it’s the least I can do after what you’ve been through. Now come!”

 

Three hours later…

>R: “WHAT IS WRONG WITH THIS TOWN!”

“Rarity, calm down.”

>You were back in her shop. Everyone you went to gave her the same answer they gave you: No. She put on a nice face, but you knew before you got back that she was definitely pissed.

>R: “I always thought everypony was nice and loving, willing to give out to the community! Not… ooooh! Stay here, I’m going to go give somepony a piece of my mind!”

 

 

>With a sigh you gently pick Rarity up as she storms past and cradle her. She glares at you for a moment before you start tickling her. You had her kicking and screaming in seconds.

>As funny as it was, you knew you had to stop before she remembered she had magic. Thirty seconds after you began you pulled your hand away. She calmed down quickly.

“Better?”

>R: “You better put me down right no—” You shut her up with more tickling.

>R: “Fine, fine, you win! Just put me down, please!” With a nod, you stop tickling her and gently set her down. She glares up at you before swishing her tail and haughtily going back to pacing. “So I won’t go yelling at anypony. But that doesn’t mean you don’t still need a job! How can we go about fixing this?”

>You sigh.

“I don’t know, Rarity. I still have most of the money I got from Lyra. I guess I can just wait a few more months and see if anything at all opens up. Just keep your ears open and I’ll do the same. Maybe between the two of us we can find something.”

>She casts a furtive glance your way. “I know it isn’t exactly… appealing… but perhaps you could… make what you did with Lyra a regular thing?”

>Your look of horror was enough of an answer for her.

>R: “Fine, fine! Forget I said anything! I know I wouldn’t want that either. So we’ll just wait and see?”

“Yep. I don’t like it, but I can live off a hundred bits for a while unless something comes up.”

 

Three months later.

>Something came up.

>That something was not a job.

>You know how ponies are ponies and thus don’t wear many clothes?

>Yeah, Rarity didn’t really think about that when she went into her career.

 

 

>The boutique was held aloft by the occasional large commission from various rich ponies. However, lately business had been slow. Very slow.

>Slow enough that without a large amount of money, Rarity had a chance of losing her boutique, her career, and pretty much her entire livelihood.

>And if she lost any of those things, you lose your house.

>Also, your friend would be upset.

>You weren’t any closer to a job. In fact, a lot of the ponies were getting tired of you asking them. What time wasn’t spent job hunting was spent with friends, so at least you had stuff to do despite the lack of work.

>Also, the thing you did with Lyra totally leaked out. There are no secrets in small towns.

>That did not help your job hunt at all. You didn’t lose any friends over it, but you did have a lot of explaining to do.

>But back to the topic at hand: You and Rarity getting thrown into the street.

>You were currently consoling a crying Rarity over tea in her kitchen. You’d prefer alcohol or coffee, but ponies apparently have neither.

>R: “I just don’t know what to do, Anon! After that failed rock farming investment my parents made I can’t go to them for help! And I have no other skills! No pony would hire me for anything else…”

“You can’t ask any of your friends for help? Twilight mentioned something about Elements of Harmony or something silly like that. Surely you’re important enough to Celestia that she would invest in your business.”

>R: “I hate handouts more than you do! I’m the Element of Generosity, Anon. I give out generosity. I don’t want to take it in! I just… I don’t know what to do…”

>You sigh.

 

 

“If there’s anything—anything at all—I can do to help, you let me know, Rarity. You’re my best friend here, and I will do anything I can to help you.”

>She sighed and her head sank to the table. She muttered something that I couldn’t hear.

“What was that?”

>She pulled her head up a bit. “There’s only one way I can think of to get the money we need… But… Promise you won’t be mad?”

“Rarity, we’re friends. What can I do to help you?”

>R: “Remember… what you did for Lyra?”

>Your felt your expressions form into a poker face as you slowly nodded.

>R: “Well… word didn’t just travel here in Ponyville. Apparently some whispers got to Canterlot. We don’t… There’s no real background for ponies selling themselves like that. Well… I got a few offers for your services.”

“What.”

>She flinched at your tone and hastily said, “I turned them down, of course! I would never presume to… Ahem. Some very prestigious ponies were interested in your… talent. I know you refused to give me any details of the night and I ignored any rumors as slander, but apparently word got around that you know your way around a mare. Quite a few mares in Canterlot… and a few stallions, actually… Well, some mares don’t have any time to find a stallion. Or they lack the social skills but happen to have other talents that make them very rich. Well… take it from me: Toys can only get a mare by for so long!”

>Ew. You did not want to hear about this from Rarity.

>Actually, you didn’t want to hear about this at all.

“So you’re saying you want me to whore myself out.”

>R: “Whore… is that a thing, where you come from?”

>You sigh and briefly explain the wonderful world of sex crimes to Rarity.

 

 

>To your surprise and disgust, she seems more curious than anything else.

>R: “So… you’re like the prostitute, and I’m the pimp? So I’m a… big daddy?”

>Your face-palm could move suns.

“You’re a girl, Rarity. You can’t be a daddy. And I’m not a prostitute and you’re not a pimp. Those are not good things to be. We just… happen to be down on our luck and willing to do whatever it takes to get on the upturn.”

>R: “So… you’ll do it?”

>You look down at the bills on the table for a long moment. Eventually your shoulders sag. This was for you as much as it was for her.

“Fine. But I don’t want to make this a regular thing. We both need money, but there are better ways to do it than this. Charge as much as you think you can get away with.”

>She practically jumped over the table to hug you. “You won’t regret it, I swear!”

“Rarity, yes I will. I still regret what I did with Lyra, even though I know I had to. Just don’t make what I have to do necessary for any longer than it is.”

>R: “Eheheh… of course not, darling.”

>Why does that not reassure you?

>R: “I’ll have your first contract within the hour. She’ll be here tomorrow, so don’t go too far!”

>What. You push her away from you.

“How is that possible?”

>R: “Well I may have… The thing is… I kinda assumed you would say yes?”

>As you slowly massaged your temple, Rarity very quickly left the building to go visit the post office to send a priority letter.

>You were still sitting in the kitchen, wondering when you lost control of your life, when she came back with a response.

>R: “Photo Finish is coming here! Tomorrow!” Her voice shows her absolute giddiness at the very prospect.

“…Who?”

 

 

>R: “Only THE top modeling agent in Equestria! Surely you’ve heard me talking about her!”

>You zone out whenever she starts blathering on about that shit. You like Rarity, but you really don’t share her passion for fashion.

“Probably not. I don’t usually pay attention when you start on about that stuff.”

>Her left eye twitches, but she doesn’t respond to the insult. Given that you’re about to… about to fuck a pony for money for her, you could see why she might be hesitant to risk insulting you.

“So if she’s a top model agent or something, why does she need… someone like me?”

>R: “She’s a bit… eccentric at times. And she’s always so busy with work. It isn’t exactly conducive to getting a special somepony.” She let out a little giggle. “I heard the last stallion she was trying to nab turned out to be a colt cuddler. That’s when she approached me.”

“…How long have you been planning this?”

>She looked insulted, but she was also blushing a bit. God dammit, Rarity.

>R: “I don’t know what you’re talking about! Now, come along. We need to take you to the spa and then I have to get you measured for new clothes. You simply must impress her!”

“Rarity, we don’t have enough fucking money for the spa. That’s why I’m doing this.”

>Her horn glowed and your pouch detached from your belt and flew over to her with a jingle. You still had eighty bits left from Lyra.

>R: “This sounds like enough for two deluxe treatments. And if not… Well, maybe you can get a bit of practice with Vera? I’ve heard she’s really shy…”

>You groaned, cupping your head in your hands. Rarity was already trying to set you up with random mares. God, could this get any worse?

 

 

>At least the spa ponies were nice. You tried getting a job with them, but paradoxically your reputation from the Lyra thing killed your chances there.

>They said they wouldn’t have anyone that sold their hands in such a vulgar manner be working for them. While you can honestly say that you understand, you also hate that you couldn’t get a job doing something that wasn’t sex because you had to do a job that had something to do with sex.

>Although given that they refused to hire you even before the Lyra thing… Well, no matter.

>Apparently you’re Equestria’s top man whore.

>By virtue of being the only whore in history.

>How fun.

>Anyway, aside from several lewd jokes at your expense—and a lewd offer that you immediately turned down—the trip was wonderful. You felt almost fully relaxed and ready to forget that you were about to have sex with an animal for money.

>Until you thought that line. Then you remembered.

>Fuck everything.

>Except ponies. You don’t want to fuck those.

>Anyway, you got back to the boutique nice and clean and all that fun stuff.

“So why are you making me new clothes if I’m just going to be taking them off?”

>R: “Because first impressions are everything, Anon! Now, take those old ratty things off.”

“Rarity, you made these for me a few weeks ago. They’re neither old nor ratty.”

>R: “That is not the sound of you taking them off!”

>You sigh and whip your shirt off, throwing it over a mannequin. Or equinequin, whatever.

>R: “No no, slower! You might as well get some practice in teasing while we’re here.”

“…This is too much, Rarity. I’m already going to fuck her. I don’t care about… /teasing/ her!”

>R: “Oh, stop being such a foal!”

 

 

“Okay, how about we sell your white ass to Blueblood, huh? I’m sure he’d pay loads to toy with you.”

>That was a low blow and you knew it. She jerked back like you had slapped her.

“I’m already doing this for you, Rarity. Don’t make me regret it even more.”

>She sighed. “I’m sorry, Anon. I’m just trying to lighten the mood. This whole thing has just gotten me so upset!”

“Understandable, but you’re not the one that has to have sex outside your species when you come from a world where that’s illegal and frowned upon. Just… tone it down. I already don’t like this.”

>R: “Of course, Anon. Let’s just measure you, shall we?”

>You undo your buckle and let your pants drop. Rarity blushes when she sees that.

>Oh yeah. Commando all the way, baby.

>You don’t know why she’s blushing, though. This isn’t the first time she’s seen you naked. You kicked away your pants and just sort of stood there. After a moment she shook herself and used her magic to begin measuring you.

>R: “If you’re really that uncomfortable… I’m sure we can find some other way to make the money.”

“No we can’t, Rarity. Unless you feel like robbing a dragon. I’d prefer to lose my pony virginity than my life. At least I can use the alcohol I’m still cooking to help me forget that.”

>She made a face at the mention of the alcohol. “I still can’t believe you talked me into letting you make that horrid smelling stuff here.”

“You’ll thank me tomorrow, when I break it open and we drink to forget what’s-her-name. It’s been cooking long enough to taste alright.”

>R: “I think I’ll let you have the first sips of that, thank you very much.”

“All the same to me. At least I’ll get drunk either way.”

 

 

>With a snap, she pulled the measuring tape away from you. “There we are. Now, put your clothes on. I’ll just get started on a new outfit for you and then we’ll be ready for tomorrow!”

“So where are we going to do… uh, it, at anyway?”

>R: “Here, of course! In your room, not mine. I’ll make absolutely sure Sweetie Belle doesn’t come by tomorrow. If you make a mess, just throw the sheets in the laundry.”

“Rarity, Lyra had to throw away her entire mattress. I don’t think washing them is going to do us any good.”

>R: “Oh… oh my.” She was blushing even more now. You hastily put on your pants. “Her... She had to throw away her /mattress/?”

“Completely soaked. It was disgusting.”

>R: “Eheheh… Quite. Ahem. You just… run along now. I’ll get to working on your outfit.” She looked around. “Yes. I will definitely do that.”

>You sighed and grabbed your shirt. Ever since you stopped rubbing her horn, Rarity has gotten… odd sometimes. You were entirely positive of what that meant and you really didn’t want to get involved.

>Usually when you got back from one of her periods of oddness, the entire shop smells like air freshener.

>Anyway, you went to go chill in the park. It was a nice cool winter day. There was a bit of snow on the ground, but the air was warm enough to not need a coat. You didn’t understand how that works but you also didn’t care.

>You were an electrical engineering student in your past life, not a weather man.

>Your ruminations ended when Rarity waltzed by, getting your attention. “There you are, Anon. Come on back, the clothes are done!”

>You don’t even know how long it had been. Sometimes it’s just nice to sit back and relax for a while.

 

 

>As you follow Rarity back to the shop, you can’t help but smell a familiar scent on her. You just shudder and try to ignore it.

>Thankfully, you manage to keep your mind elsewhere for most of the walk back.

>Your new outfit is hanging in the foyer of the boutique. It looks… exactly the same as what you’re wearing.

“What the hell? It looks the same as this!”

>She brushed past you with an amused expression. “It most certainly does not! Look here, on the cuffs.”

>You looked and didn’t see anything. You looked at your own and didn’t see anything.

“What?”

>She gave an exasperated sigh. “You simply do not have an eye for fashion. Trust me when I say that Photo Finish will be impressed, and that is enough!”

>More like she was too busy clopping to plan you a real outfit and just happened to forget what you were wearing when you walked out.

>Whatever. As long as that picture lady paid you, she could leave unimpressed. You just wanted to get it over with as quickly as possible.

“So what kind of price are you going to make her pay?”

>R: “Well, since it’s your first time doing anything… official, I suppose, it wouldn’t be fair to charge such a large price as to cover everything…” She pondered, pacing a bit. “I’ll come up with something. Don’t you worry about pricing, Anon. Just do your best to make sure she’s willing to pay!”

>You shudder at the thought. Here’s hoping this Photo Finish didn’t have any weird fetishes.

 

Next day

>Rarity was a nervous wreck all day. By all rights you should have been, but at that point you were just resigned to the situation.

>You were just waiting for it to be over, now.

 

 

>Rarity kept giving you unwanted and nasty advice for how to please a mare. You knew all about pleasuring a unicorn after Lyra, but apparently this Photo Finish lady was an earth pony. From everything you could tell, earth ponies were just like human women with all the parts moved around a bit. They were a bit more sensitive in different places, but you really didn’t want to think about that.

>At least, not more than you had to.

>Finally, the moment arrived. The door rudely slammed open and in waltzed a white haired pony with some big-ass sunglasses and a very large overcoat that covered almost all of her body. What wasn’t covered was a very pale blue. A few random ponies followed her in.

>You stood as they approached. “Photo Finish has arrived!” the mare with white hair stated. Her accent is German or something. Wait… is that Maude Lebowski with white hair? Anyway…

>You looked at the mares in front of you. That lady said she arrived, but which one was she?

>Rarity answered you, trotting over to the white haired one.

>R: “Hello, Miss Finish. It’s an honor!” She had a very nervous smile plastered on her face. You tried to put on a real smile, but it might have been a bit half-baked.

>Photo Finish ignored her and turned to you. Her head bobbed up and down, presumably eyeing you. “This is him?” she asked.

>R: “Yes, of course! I promise, you won’t be disappointed in the slightest!”

>P: “Present the contract!”

>What.

>Before you could react, two of her assistants were in your face with a sheet of paper and a quill.

“Uh. I guess I’ll just… read this?”

>Neither assistant said anything. You slowly reached out and pulled the paper to you and started reading.

 

 

>Essentially, it was a nondisclosure agreement. Apparently Miss Finish was very private. No details about her eye color, body shape, cutie mark, or anything like that were to ever escape your lips. Notably lacking from the contract was anything about sex or pleasure.

>With a shrug, you take the quill and sign the contract. It was immediately pulled from your hands, along with the quill. One assistant grabbed your hand while the other pushed your legs as you were dragged off to a back room.

“Um. Rarity?”

>R: “Just go with it, darling. I need talk to Miss Finish anyway.”

>You sigh and let yourself be dragged off.

>The assistants do a very pointless job of rubbing stuff into your face. Pointless and yet thorough.

>A few minutes into the affair, Photo Finish enters the room. “Enough!” she calls, giving the girls a look. They turn to her, shocked. After a moment, the one that looks a bit Asian turns to the other and shrugs. They release you and you rise to your feet, towering over the little ponies.

>P: “Come. It is time to make… de magics!”

>What.

>You look over her shoulder at Rarity. You tried to make your face convey the ‘what the fuck’ you were feeling.

>She just gives you a massive smile.

>You feel an incredible urge to either face palm or punch this pony in the face.

>You settle for an internal sigh, and you resign yourself to your fate of ponyfucker before looking back to Photo Finish.

“Well, Miss Finish, shall I lead you to our room?”

>She finally gives you a small smile. “Lead de way! I vill be right behint you.”

>You gently brush past the little mare and head to the staircase. You hear the two assistants giggling as you head up.

 

 

>Not a minute after you get to your room, Photo joins you. She kicks the door shut behind her and somehow uses her hoof to turn the lock.

>She then turns on you with an almost predatory grin. You gulp a bit, not wanting to take the first move.

>You didn’t have to. She walks over to a small table you have set up and gently sets her sunglasses down. “It is such a pain to constantly fake dat—that, I mean—accent.”

>You blink.

>P: “Since you signed that silly agreement, I can tell you all I want. Ever since I… Well, I suppose the past is the past. And we’re not here for talking either, are we? I admit, I’m not entirely certain how this works…”

“Losing the jacket might be a good start.”

>She pulled a hoof up and rubbed at the chest of it for a moment. With a shrug, she divested herself of it and set it on the table. “I’m not the only p0ny that needs to lose some clothes.”

>You can’t help but close your eyes as you whip your shirt off. “Ooh, quick and to the point. I like that. I think you have a bit more to go, though.”

>You force your eyes open as you unbuckle your belt and divest yourself of your pants.

>Something Rarity had given you made you hard about half an hour before this chick got here. She told you that it wouldn’t help you last longer but that it would help you get started.

>Photo grinned at what she saw. You never really found much to be proud of, but when compared to three foot tall ponies, you guessed your member was at least above average, even if not by much.

>P: “You’re the professional here. Shall we?” For some reason you feel insulted at that.

 

 

>You gulp before approaching her. You gently pick her up and carry her to the bed. She giggled as she felt your arms wrap around her. You slowly lower her down.

“I don’t… How do you want me to begin?”

>She answers by spreading her legs wide. You cry inside as you lower one hand to her teats and the other to her puffy nether lips.

>She gasps as she feels you begin circling one of her nipples and gently rubbing her outer lips. One of those disgusting things Rarity told you is that apparently the outer lips are sensitive.

>The more you know. And knowledge is… disgusting.

>You slip a single finger between her lips and she starts winking. Apparently that’s the actual term of it, according to Rarity. You feel her gently squeeze your finger and release as you continue rubbing her.

>She’s now panting pretty hard. Her entire face is flushed and her eyes are scrunched shut. Her front legs are held out in front of her like a begging dog while her back legs are spread as wide as she can get them. If you weren’t doing what you were doing, you would call it cute.

>You slip another finger in and start swiveling around, making her shudder. Rarity couldn’t tell you any specific pleasure spots inside, so you would just have to wing it.

>You could tell you hit one when her body contracted and her back arched. You kept your fingers were they were, occasionally twisting and spasming. After half a minute of that little torture, she finally came, letting out a loud moan. You pulled your hand free and did your best to ignore the goop that leaked out.

>P: “Didn’t even… stick it in yet… and I came! Worth… the money.”

>Oh lord, you were hoping she wouldn’t make you actually fuck her.

 

 

“My hands are good for as long as you want them.”

>She sat up a bit and grinned. “I want the real thing. I want you inside me. If you’re anything like a stallion you can keep going with your hands after you finish. Just… don’t cum inside. I have a request.”

“A request?”

>She giggled. “I’ll tell you when it’s time. Now, make me scream.”

>Why.

>You and Rarity discussed this before. You didn’t exactly know how to… well, stick it in. Like, what position would be best for a human with a pony. She suggested what you would call doggy style, but to you that just seemed too impersonal.

>With a small grimace, you sling the juices on your hand away and lean up. You lightly grab her back legs with your hands and pull her to the edge of the bed. She giggles again at how light she is to you.

“If I… accidentally hurt you, just let me know. Or if you need me to change positions.”

>P: “This is fine. It’s just… it’s been a while. Be gentle.”

>You give yourself a moment to breath and lament everything you’ve ever done before aligning yourself with Photo’s still-winking hole. You slowly push the head in and immediately feel a sensation unlike any you’ve felt before.

>…

>Holy shit mares feel good. You were planning on stopping right inside so she could adjust, but the simple fact that she felt better than any human you ever had was enough to give you pause.

>And then you felt her wink.

>That isn’t fair. That just isn’t fair at all! There’s no way you could be giving her as much as she’s giving you.

 

 

>With a blink you suddenly remember where you are and what you’re doing. You blush and continue pushing in, trying to ignore the fact that this is probably going to be the best sex you’ve had in your life.

>And you’re not just saying that because you’ve had a year-long dry spell.

>By the time you were most of the way in, her forelegs were at her side, trying to prop herself up a bit and she was taking deep breaths.

“Am I hurting you? I don’t know how big I am in relation to a pony…”

>She finally pulled herself up enough to look down at herself. “You… you can hilt?”

“Uh… yeah?”

>She flopped back on the bed. “All in,” she sighed, her voice melting with desire.

>There is no end to the hell.

>You continue pushing inside, trying to ignore the feelings she’s giving you. You have been having a dry spell, but you’re hoping you can still last at least fifteen minutes for her.

>When you finally hilt, you can feel her winking pick up around your base. She’s breathing hard, trying to adjust. You give her a few seconds to get used to you before slowly pulling out almost to her entrance and gently pushing in to your hilt again. You continue that slow pace for what felt like hours before she finally came yet again, drenching your manhood.

>You can’t help but shudder as the warm liquid seeps out around you and drips down the side of your poor defenseless bed.

>Yeah, you’re sleeping in Rarity’s room tonight. She can have the couch.

>The spasms in her inner walls squeeze you just right, caressing your head and making you bite your lip to keep from crying out.

>P: “H-how are you still going?”

“Better question is how you already came! Are you mares super sensitive everywhere or something?”

 

 

>She just threw her head back and moaned out, “So worth the money!”

>You had no idea what that meant. You just went back to fucking the mare.

>Slow and steady wins the race. Or at least, slow and steady is what the… /customer/ asked for. You go back to the pace you had and just keep pumping in and out.

>P: “Faster!”

>It was good while it lasted. You slowly began to pick up the pace, trying to give her time to adjust to your treatment of her gem.

>You don’t know if there’s insurance in Equestria, but you’d have a hard time explaining to the doctor how you broke the poor mare while fucking her for money.

>You don’t know exactly how fast she wanted you go to, so you stop when you can no longer understand anything that’s coming out of her mouth other than garbled moans.

>When she cums yet again, you take a moment to grip one of her legs and pull her up a bit so you can get a better angle.

>You might not like the idea of fucking for money, but you like the idea of leaving the customer less than fully satisfied even less. It might not be the ideal job, but it’s the one you currently have.

>With one back leg in hand, you go back to fucking her with a purpose: Turning this mare into a quivering pile of sex. Maybe she’d leave enough of a tip so that you’d never have to do something this horrific again.

>Well… unless you wanted to. It /does/ feel kind of nice…

>As she lets off another spasm inside of her, you have to admit to yourself that ‘kind of’ doesn’t really fit here. It feels awesome.

>You feel even more juices spill out as she howls in pleasure. You lower your other hand to her lips, rubbing them with your fingers and tweaking her clit with your thumb.

 

 

>She’s winking so fast now that it’s almost hard to tell what’s lip and what’s inside. If you weren’t watching, you would have messed up and pulled all the way out more than once.

>Unfortunately, all good things have to come to an end.

>Unfortunately? Good thing?

>Dammit…

“I’m… I’m about to…”

>P: “Please, on my—oh Celestia!—on my face!”

>All of your what.

>Fucking ponies, man. You drop her back leg and let your knees hit the bed on either side of her, so you’re straddling her body. You pull yourself out and put your hand on your member, rubbing it.

>With an almost greedy expression, she takes your manhood in between her hooves and managed to aim it at her face. She gently closes her eyes and you finally let go, cumming all over her face.

>Welp, it’s official.

>You’re a horse fucker.

>She leaned back on the bed with a sigh. “Go… go get my camera. It’s in one of my pockets.”

>You would give anything to have not heard those words uttered from her lips. With shaking legs, you walk across the room and get to her jacket. You try your best to not hear the drips of the juice as it falls to the floor, but you can’t ignore it.

>After some pokes and prods, you find what you were looking for. You pull the camera out and walk back over to Photo.

>P: “Take a picture…”

>Why. Just… just why?

>You aim the camera up. After a moment of fiddling, you figure out how to work it. With a flash, the camera goes off. Apparently it’s one of those where the picture develops immediately. You take the picture and set it and the camera on the table next to her jacket.

>Wait…

>Photo… Finish…

>Oh that’s nasty! What the fuck, man?

 

 

>She might have seen the expression of horrified disbelief on your face, because she giggled. “There’s a reason they call me Photo Finish.”

>You would have been quite happy for that to stay in your imagination.

“So… If you give me, like, two minutes, I’ll be good to go again. I don’t know what kind of… arrangements… you made with—What’s wrong?”

>She was giving you a look of astonished disbelief.

>P: “Most stallions last less than a minute and they’re done for hours. You just lasted…” She looks over at a clock. “…fifteen minutes, and you can go again in three?”

“Um. We… we don’t have to, if you don’t want.”

>Frankly, her grin scared you. “You are /so/ worth the bits! Come here, stud!”

 

 

>You are now Rarity, and you are nervous.

>Just what is taking Anonymous so long? It’s been nearly two hours!

>You heard all about the sordid tale from Lyra herself, about how he just kept going and going. And, no matter how much you try to hide it, you definitely want in on that, but this? He was supposed to be going all the way!

>Surely he couldn’t…

>How long could humans last? You know Twilight never did that kind of study on him. She asked him, yes, but she refused to tell you even when you told her it was for research purposes.

>And that is simply /not/ a question a lady asks a stallion!

>You were going to simply have to ask, now… After all, if you really wanted to turn this into a full time thing…

>You weren’t comfortable with taking advantage of a friend like that, but he’s a stallion! Surely he can enjoy getting paid for sex! And if you happen to borrow him a few times—just to refine his techniques, of course—well, surely he wouldn’t mind!

 

 

>And as much as you hate to admit it, you could definitely use the money… Fashion is a fun hobby, but it’s a hard business to punch into. Ponyville was not exactly known for having style.

>You tried your best to keep Photo Finish’s lovely assistants busy with your clothes, but after the fifteen minute mark they completely lost interest. One of them was reading a magazine while the other was staring into space with a strange look on her face.

>Ooh… just what could Anonymous possibly be doing up there? You arranged for Photo to pay by the quarter hour, not expecting Anon to take even half an hour!

>You weren’t quite certain she would be able to afford this. You might… arrange a deal of sorts with her, if it came to it.

>You were plotti—er, thinking up something—when you heard heavy steps coming down the stairs. Only Anon could walk that heavily.

>You rush to the front of your shop to greet him.

>Your mouth drops and a massive blush goes across your face. Your tail involuntarily begins to rise and you feel a very unwelcome heat in your nethers when you see him.

“A-anon!”

>He wasn’t wearing a shirt. His pants were practically plastered to him. His upper body was coated in sweat or… other personal juices… His entire body had a tantalizing musky scent. When your eyes moved up to his face, you flinched a bit.

>If that wasn’t a thousand yard stare, you don’t know what was.

>A: “I need more towels, Rarity. We uh… Yeah, you’re going to have to burn that bed. And I’m sleeping in your room tonight. Sorry, but you can have the couch or whatever. After what I just went through, you aren’t allowed to complain.”

 

 

“We… we can think of some kind of arrangements. How did it… where is… What took so long?”

>He gave you a funny look. “Humans last about fifteen minutes or more on average.”

>Your mouth dropped.

>A: “The first time, that is. We can go longer after that, when we start getting numb. We just need a few minutes or so of recharge time. It had been a while for me, so… Well, that’s not important. Do you have any scrap cloth?”

“Fif-fif-fifteen? First?”

>Your voice was barely a squeak.

>A: “Yeah. Also, there was something weird about it at the start. She mentioned something about hilting. Can stallions not go all the way in or something?”

>You don’t remember fainting, but when you came to Anon was holding your head against your chest and fanning you.

“Am… am I dreaming?”

>A: “I hope not, because with the way I’m dressed that would be a wet dream.”

>He lets your head plop down on the couch you were on.

>A: “I found some scrap cloth in one of your back rooms. I hope it wasn’t important. Photo and her assistants are in the next room. She told me that you were going to deal with payment. I’m taking a shower, pretending I can wipe the shame away, and then curling up in the fetal position on your bed. Cheers.”

>He left the room before you could form a proper response.

>When you were finally able to stand, you noticed a small wet spot on your chaise lounge where you had been laying. You blushed deeply and covered it with a pillow before you remembered that you were alone.

>Stupid sexy Anonymous.

>…and his wonderfully erotic musk…

>Stop that, Rarity!

>You shake yourself and put on your business face. With a final nod, you march into the room Anon gestured to and proceed to get blushed all over again.

 

 

>You could smell the sex and pleasure just radiating from Photo Finish.

>With a force of will you push down your primal instincts.

“I believe we have business, Miss Finish.”

>She looks up from the conversation she was having with her two assistants. She grimaces for a moment when she sees you.

“I believe I was charging by the quarter hour…”

>P: “I… I may have found myself in a bit of a tight spot…”

>You didn’t even notice how shaky her accent was.

>Still, you grin.

“I think we can work out a deal, Miss Finish. The only reason Anon and I came to this… well, job, is that my business is not doing well. I’m willing to forgive the price after the half hour mark if you buy a few outfits and spread the word.”

>With Photo Finish spreading the word about your outfits, surely some of the ponies in Canterlot will come to you for business.

>She takes less than a second to contemplate.

>P: “Deal!”

>She lifts up a hoof and one of her assistants drops a bag of bits in it. She passes the bag over to you.

>You grasp it, feeling positively giddy. This is more money than you’d usually see in a /month/ of selling clothes!

>P: “We will take a few minutes to search through your clothes, grab what we want, and go.” Without another word, she turns and waddles away.

>Wait… waddle? You take another look at her.

>All of her legs are shaky and she seems to be what Applejack would refer to as bowlegged.

>The blush blossoming across your face reminds you yet again that you need to bag Anon for yourself.

>You grin. It’s time to go ‘comfort’ your friend.

 

 

>You are Photo Finish.

>As soon as you get outside, you gesture slightly and a few stallions carrying a palanquin trot up. You put your shaking legs on it and settle down.

>As your assistants pack the mediocre costumes from that silly mare’s shop—good for a few C-level models—you have but one thought on your mind: you’ll spread the word, all right.

>You’ll make the name Anonymous screamed from the lips of every mare in Equestria.