Title:           The Alien and the Harlot I
Author:          EM9
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First Edit:      Friday 30th of May 2014 05:46:40 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Friday 30th of May 2014 05:46:40 PM CDT

>You are Anon
>Business extraordinaire
>Owner and founder of "Niggerfaggot-INC"
>You get a big shit-eating grin everytime someone mentions the company
>A nice hearty chuckle erupts from you when a pony asks one of your zebra workers if he was"-one of them 'Niggerfaggot' guys"
>Your knowledge of mass production and economics has led you to become quite a success in the past few years
>Who said a business minor was a bad idea?
>You walk listlessly, exaggerating every step you make kicking your feet up with every small stride
>Where are you going?
>Who knows?
"Oi we're going to fuck a whore!"
>-Hey shut the fuck up I'm narrating this story-
"Your writing a story for a thread, I'm pretty sure the Anons know whats going to happen"
>-First off *You're*-
>-Second MUH CONTEXT-
"YOU'RE, ruining the story with unnecessary fourth wall breaking, or are you going schitzo?"
>-Shut the fuck up this is my story-
"But what's the point of writing context for a story where the context is given?"
>-Stop being a faggot, if you don't behave I'm writing vore next-
"..."
>-That's what I thought-
>-Ahem-
>You wander walking aimlessly
>It's drizzling out, your chucks soaked from rain now being ruined by a layer of mud
>Fuck it you'll have Rarity build you a house out of chucks
>Approaching the outskirts of Ponyville right before reaching the city limits sign all cities with absurd ordinances seem to have you spot a cardboard box with the Niggerfaggot logo stamped on the side
>A chicken wing on a pile of sticks
>That was an awkward meeting with the design team...
>"Sir what does a chicken wing and sticks have to do with-"
"Unrelated flashbacks for the sake of a jokes? what is this Family Guy?"
>-I told you to be quiet-
"You have work tomorrow! we don't even have time for this"
>-fine-
>One foot in front of the other you reach the discarded box
>Looks like one of boxes your company packs glue in
>If they only knew
>Suddenly there's a stirring in the box
>A lean pony with a bedraggled mane steps out propping up a sign
>Looks like the glue is being undercooked again
>Really need to talk to that manager
>A warm orange coloured mare looks up to you with big blue eyes before speaking with a timid defeated voice
>"H-hello mister"
>She examines your tall form, your otherworldly anatomy making her uneasy before eventually continuing the conversation
>"Are you here for... my services?"
"What?"
>"please?~ I'm hungry"
"What are you talking about?"
>She blushes pointing a hoof to the sign she propped up
>5 bits hoofjob
>10 bits fulltime
>20 bits anything
>You look back to her, her face a deeper shade of crimson, too embarrassed to speak as you read the menu she sells herself by
>You stand pondering
>A battle taking place between your inner whiteknight and your groin are taking place
>A malnourished downtrodden pony is offering herself to you
>You haven't gotten any since that one estrus and afterword she was ashamed of what she'd done
>Ponies are put off by you despite your wealth
>Must be the omnivore thing
>Her hooves spasm shivering from being wet, or perhaps fear, waiting politely for your response
>She cowers in front of you
>She obviously doesn't want either option to happen
>But at least she wont be hungry if you say yes
>The ache in your jeans begins to pull harder on you
>You don't want to take advantage of someone like this
>But is it really taking advantage of someone if they put themselves on the menu?
>Still it's not like she has much of a choice
>Maybe if you put it in a different terminology it wont sound as bad
>You're just sick and she is here to sell you medicine
>It doesn't sound near as bad but still does nothing to make you feel any better
>Fuck it you can hate yourself when your balls are empty
"I got 80 bits, is that enough for the night?"
>She prepares to speak up to protest surprised that you would actually take her up on the offer but her stomach interupts her reminding her it would be better to say yes
>Defeated yet again turning red with shame she responds
>"I don't think I can say no"
>Her dead icy eyes glance around as you pull her toward ponyville
>Now transformed from a rural town to a more or less modernized city in the time you've been here
>You walk harlot in tow to your house
>Surprising how much this place changed
>She sniffles a bit as you reach your not so humble abode and all its splendor
>The mare seems surprised by the house as you walk in, everything neat and tidy
>Not sure if she expected meat hanging from the ceiling by hooks or animal skulls adorning the walls
>As she looks around you see her eyes stop on a bowl of fruit you have lying on the island in your kitchen
>Letting out a weak whimper she eyes the apples longingly
>You might as well feed her
>So you proceed to ask a question you already know the answer to to advance the conversation
"You want some apples?"
>She stares at you for a second before answering trying to gauge if you were being serious or not
>You don't want her mind to be other places when she's "performing" for you
>Her mouth full of molars comes down on the apples with a loud crunch eating the apples whole
>You forgot they could do that
>She scarfs down the whole sack full before realizing she just ate the last one
>For a moment you see a spark of life in her eyes before she realizes you're watching her and remembers she's here for a reason
>Before you can think of anything to say the mare speaks up looking to you
>"Th-thank you"
>Hooves tap against the tile in your kitchen as she takes her time trotting over to you
>A mess of matted brown hair hides her crystal eyes as she prepares herself for what comes next
>"I-I'm ready"
>Assuming the position as her tail creaks to the side giving you a good view of her mare-bits and her poop shoot
>She bites down on her lip, body tense and eyes closed tight at what's about to happen
>You slide your hands across her fuzz petting her from side to side
>Patches of dirt blanket her mane and knotted tail in places and her hooves are scuffed
>She must of been going through hard times for a while now
>You've waited a long time for this and you have the whole night whats another 30 minutes?
"Get up, we're going upstairs"
>Confused she loosens up following closely behind you
>You both reach the master bathroom and you can see her following closely as if trying not to get lost
>Shutting the door behind her she follows your sight to the shower
>"In there then?"
>Hopping in her body tenses up again as she raises her hind quarters to you
>With a quick rotation of the wrist the water comes out full throttle cascading down her onall sides
>She closes her eyes tight as you take position behind her clinging onto her mane
>She keeps her eyes shut tight her body tense
>She didn't want to do this
>There wasn't much a choice now though
>What if this creature has a barbed penis like a dragon?
>Her body stays still, unmoving, ready as she can make herself waiting for her impalement
>But what happens next she wasn't ready for
>Hands work their magic as you rub her down with soap easing the dirt out
>Two large pair of eyes open staring at you
>"W-What are you doing?"
>Repositioning yourself to shampoo her mane you hold her ears down to keep the water out
"I'm cleaning you"
>She loosens up little by little enjoying water beating down on her that isn't cold and freezing
>Letting go of her anxiety she rolls over letting you get her belly
>She lets out a light coo as you rub her belly her face becoming flush
>"S-Shut up it's sensitive"
"I didn't say anything"
>Washing the soap and shampoo out you take great care to keep it out of her eyes as the suds wash off down into the drain
>Turning off the shower you pull her out and dry off, her now lilac smelling mane free of dirt
>You take great care in pulling out any tangles while you dry her
>She looks around the bathroom looking around untill she sees herself in the mirror
>It must of been a long time since she's seen herself without dirt all over her
>Her eyes light up again
>She looks beautiful now that she's been properly cleaned up
>"I u-um, thank you for being so nice to me"
>It's that time
>You pull her into the bedroom
"It's time, come on"
>"Oh.. right" is all you can hear as you pull her onto the bed
>She lies down on her stomach rear end elevated to your waist
>She braces for impact for a third time now, this time on your bed, clean, and not starving
>You didn't just do that to help your concience did you?
>You are about to fuck someone who doesn't even like you and is probably afrid of you
>Looking the mare over you see her eyes shut ready for you rough her up
>Her body tenses, her hooves shake
>You're paying her to do this if she didn't want to she wouldn't be here right?
>What the fuck is wrong with you?
>She has no choice, or does she?
>Here again you battle with your inner moralfaggotry
>You need some release
>But you don't want to fuck someone who has little choice in the matter
>Fully erect Sargeant pepper stands at attention ready to charge into battle
>Running your fingers through her soft mane you try to reassure her everything's okay
>She wiggles her rear back and forth inviting you in as if she rehearsed the movement
>Bringing your hyper weapon to bear you proceed to penetrate her
>You look to her face one last time before, hey wait is she crying?
>Seeing her with her face buried in a pillow crying her eyes out she waits for you to begin
>I can't do this
>Can I?
>You look down
>Your insides hurt
>You hate being this guy
>Every part of you wants this but you can't bear to hurt someone just to make yourself feel better
>This is the only chance you've had at sex and probably will be the only chance you get for a while
>You suffer another loss at the hands of your inner white knight
>Why can't you do this?
>Is it because you were homeless when you came here?
>Is it because you want love and you know you wont find it like this?
>You don't know right now
>All you do know is that right now you want to give her a hug and tell her everythings gonna be alright
>Two anon arms wrap around her sides
>As she lifts up from the pillow still crying she chokes out her words
>"I-I'm okay, -SNIFF- just be gentle w-with me okay?"
>Her eyes look to you glimmering and wet, broken...
"No"
>She fights back more tears making her mane wet again
>"T-Then what do you want from me?"
>Turning to you she holds onto your chest with her hooves still sobbing, choking up words
>Sometimes it hurts to be the good guy
"I want you to get a good nights sleep in a dry warm bed, can you do that?"
>Your inner whiteknight nods with a thumbs up while your inner descartes makes angry gestures screaming at the top of his lungs
>She stops crying for a second to double check in her mind what you just said as if to think you might be joking
>"W-What?"
>Still embraced in a hug you wipe her tears away you squeezing her before letting go
"Everything's gonna be alright, just go to bed get some sleep"
>She double takes again skeptical that she heard you right
>"You would just give me bits, feed me, bathe me, and let me sleep in your bed for free?"
"I'm a business-man"
>You reassure her
"Nothing's free"
"Call it an investment"
>She falls fast asleep with a smile on her face turning in her sleep every so often, you put money on the nightstand with 40 bits extra before you leave her to get some well needed rest
END CHAPTER I