Title:           The Alien and the Harlot IV
Author:          EM9
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First Edit:      Sunday 1st of June 2014 12:50:02 AM CDT
Last Edit:       Sunday 1st of June 2014 12:50:02 AM CDT

>You're having that dream again
>That or you went back into the past in which case you got shit you need to fix
>Guess You're gonna go with the former
>But how things have been going you don't entirely dismiss the latter
>You're looking back at your first couple years here
>The time you spent being homeless
>Believe it or not there's no homeless shelters here
>Not that any would take you in
>You had to steal food
>Remembering that time you got caught in the apple orchard and were summarily ran out of town
>Ponies are serious about their apples
>You found a nice cave deep in the forest that was pretty roomy
>If only there wasn't a large as fuck bear in it
>Ran out of nearly every town you entered and regarded as a beast by most things were looking grim
>You didn't have any luck until you met the flim flam brothers
>They were selling monster repellant
>Halfway through their spiel you'd jump out and run at them waving your arms
>At which point they spray a circle around the crowd
>You'd take one whiff and run away, metaphorical tail between your legs, into the everfree
>Ponies are stupid
>They sold hundreds of gallons on their "tour" making so many bits they had to buy a second wagon
>It's really just saltwater and royal blue dye
>We ran out of dye and ended up selling monster B gone v2 high concentration at double the original price
>Snake oil salesmen at their finest
>You've learned a lot about laws and lack thereof traveling with them
>It wasn't long before you had your first get rich quick idea
>You decided to introduce Equestria to pyramid schemes
>Pretty quickly you out shim shammed the Flim Flam leaving them to their ponzy schemes
>They were arrested the next year following a royal investigation into filly fooling
>You had no idea, but you suppose it comes with the mustache
>When you went into business the following year you crashed the market and bought a factory relatively cheap
>The niggerfaggot was born
>The first year you took a loss selling product so cheap you ran out the competition
>The next year you doubled prices
>Classic one two punch
>Almost everyone still hates you
>And you might deserve it
>But no one has the balls to run you out of town anymore
>You wake up feeling groggy again
>Your back is cold and you don't have to question if there's a pony on the other side of your bed
>She left
>She wont accept your help
>To her credit you are kind of an asshole
>It comes with being rich
>You've tried being nice when you came here but being nice wasn't always an option back then
>When you came here you thought it would be all sunshine and rainbows, not monsters and xenophobes
>Even though you've got the biggest house and most money there are those that refuse service or shun you completely
>Getting up you head for the door lacing up some boots on the way out looking in the mirror at your unkempt bedhead
>There's nothing for you in here right now
>Tfw no breakfast cooking in your kitchen
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>She is a whore
>She doesn't want to be but she feels like one right now
>Hindquarters raised and face in the dirt she tries to find her happy place over the stallions grunts
>Warm bed
-HMMMMF-
>Fresh apples
-UHHHHHH-
>A house
-ERRRRRRR-
>Flowers
-GAAAAAAAH-
>The human
-OOOOOOOOOOOH-
>The stallion on top of her finishes a hoof pushing her head down into the rough carpet
>At least it was over for her for now
>She collects the bits and is ushered out the door passing a bowl of apples
>~He would of offered her one
>Almost being literally thrown out into the streets the door slams behind her
>It's always been taught to the fillies that ponies are all benevolent and kind creatures
>And that everything from the forests will try to eat them or enslave them
>She feels lied to
>The human came from the forest and he doesn't seem as bad as ponies say
>When she met him she thought that was it
>It'd eat her and it'd be over
>She was surprised when it said it wanted her
>So she prepared herself for it
>And she ended up sleeping with a full stomach in its bed
>She doesn't know what to think right now
>But she knows she has more customers to attend to
>She counts her bits again and again
>She's short
>Counting over and over she tries to find out where she went wrong
>Altogether she has 23 bits for a full day and morning of work
>She's short a whole 50 bits
>A wave of depression washes over her
>Thinking of all the things she went through for no reason
>Her hooves are tired by the time she got back to her box under the bridge
>Stomach rumbling she sighs
>She's not eating today
>Maybe the human would come see her again
>You'd apologize and maybe he'd come with more apples for her
>Maybe his offer would still be open
>Hours pass
>More hours pass
>No customers come for her
>No humans either
>She thinks her small lucky streak ran out
>Dozing off she dreams of her own house
>With plenty of apples and a warm bed and lots and lots of pillows
>She dreams of her parents still being around
>She dreams of her very own cutie mark
>And she dreams of ponies calling her by her name
>At least she can still dream no one could take that away from her
>Frolicking around in her house with all she could hope for everything starts fading away
>"No come back, you can't leave"
>Her words go unheard as everything disappears and she snaps back to consciousness being shaken awake
>She was excited for a second thinking the human finally came
>It was another customer
>A new customer
>It was dark out now and most ponies would be sleeping now
>Like her
>But she can't say no if she wants to eat again
>Misery poneified she tries to be polite as possible to the stallion without making eye contact
>With a fake smile she greets him
>"H-Hello did-"
>"Shut up lets go"
>For a brief second he flashes a 20 bit coin
>He was one of those kind of customers
>Following him she keeps pace with him
>She shudders to think what this one is going to do to her
>Her mind goes to the wrong address of memory lane and she heaves nothing coming out
>If she had eaten it'd be all over the ground right now
>Pressing on her body becomes tense
>The Stallion she's following leads her to an inn
>It was a place she'd been to every so often when somepony was too fancy to have a go at her under the bridge but too sleazy to take her home
>He probably has a mare at home she wagers
>Shutting the door behind her trying to hide what she's about to do to the world she prepares herself
>"Come here"
>It's the two words she's heard too many times
>She obliges begrudgingly
>Making her way over he grabs the back of her head as if she wasn't moving fast enough
>Pulling her head down while he sat on the soft bed she knew what would come next
>It tasted bad
>He must of just gotten off work
>She'd give anything for her tastebuds to stop working right now
>Unable to move with the stallions hoof on her head he uses her mouth as his playtoy assertively forcing her head to bob up and down on his length
>Just find your happy place she thinks to herself over and over
>She can't find it
>If this were a story somepony would of saved her by now
>Someone would of kicked down the door and whisked you away
>She feels tears forming
>Just find your happy place
>His movements speed up his unit twitching
>At least it will be over soon
>Bracing herself for the finish she huts her eyes before he yells at her to keep them open
>"Keep your eyes open slut"
>Opening her eyes she can't keep herself from crying
>He doesn't stop
>Or care
>Any second now he'd be done and she can go
>But at the last second he pulls her off
>It would never be that simple would it?
>"Face down, ass up"
>Wiping a tear from her eye she complies
>At least she could keep her eyes shut now
>She lets out a groan as he jumps on to her putting all his weight onto her rear hooves
>It hurts her but she doesn't protest
>Whatever gets this over sooner
>Entering her he make no attempt to be gentle
>She feels a wave of pain in her back every time he thrusts into her
>"You like that you dirty whore?"
>She feels her face turning crimson
>She's embarrassed for herself
>She hates herself
>"Tell me you like it"
>Nothing comes out of her mouth she tries to be defiant only for him to bite down on her ear
>Letting out a loud yelp she surrenders
>"I-I l-like it"
>He seems pleased by her answer and goes right back to rutting her
>"How does it feel to get fucked for 20 bits?"
>Feeling dead inside she can't answer him
>She can't say anything
>It's over
>She lost
>She tries to find her happy place but she cannot find it
>Her holes are going to be used day and night like this forever
>"You know this room cost more than you?"
>Why does he continue to insult you?
>For his own pleasure?
>Other ponies aren't kind at all
>You can't win
>"Say you're a whore"
>He slaps her ass hard a loud crack is heard
>"I-Im..."
>She wants to fight but she doesn't know that she can
>"Say it"
>"MY NAME IS GLORY"[/spoiler]
>With a quick twist of the torso she cracks him in the jaw with a rear hoof
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>Her face hurt
>Her eyes in particular hurt the most
>After she kicked him he hurt her
>He deserved it
>She eventually made it back to the bridge limping
>Seeing the sign she made blind anger takes over her
>she rips it in half then rips it in half again
>And again
>And again
>And again
>Till all that's left are pieces of cardboard to small to tear
>Then she Jumps up and down on it pounding it into the grass until she can't feel her hooves anymore
>She's crying full force
>And it hurts her swollen eyes
>I'm not doing this anymore I don't care if I starve she keeps thinking
>She rips her box too
>It did nothing to help her from the cold anyway
>Thinking of the nights spent shivering in the box she rips it as if she was ripping the cold itself
>She doesn't know where to go but she knows she isn't going to stay here
>She's about to leave when she sees the blanket
>Quickly trotting over as fast as her bruised hooves will take her she wraps it around her
>The human
>If she begged him maybe he'd let her stay
>He might be from out in the forest but he doesn't seem like the monster everypony thinks he is
>She set off into town without looking back
>In her mind she walks away without looking back at the humungous explosion she wishes would happen at the bridge she used to call home
>Nopony was out in the streets
>She was glad
>Embarrassed by her current condition she tries to make it to the humans house
>Every part of her hurt
>Joints she didn't know she had
>She breaks down up his porch
>She waits after ringing the doorbell
>What would she say?
>Would she beg him to take her in?
>Waiting for the door to open she sits down
>No footsteps are heard beyond the door
>No sound is heard whatsoever
>She rings the doorbell again
>But she is only greeted by the same familiar silence
>Tears begin welling up in her eyes
>No he had to open the door
>She had nowhere else to go
>Ringing the doorbell like she was channel surfing she doesn't let up until her hooves begin to hurt
>Switching to knocking on the door she hits the door repeatedly until she can't hit it any more
>What's the point?
>There really is nothing for me anywhere
>Sighing softly she slumps down in the corner of the porch
>She whimpers as she drifts off to sleep thinking
>She has nowhere else to go
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>You are anon
>A stupid anon
>You've been talking to pinkie all day
>You thought she might know what happened that Glory was out on the streets
>She told you what she knew which wasn't much
>No exeedingly edgy backstory all she knew was that she came from Canterlot
>Did you really think you could just save someone by asking them to stay with you?
>You like her, you haven't gotten her out of your head
>It started with trying to get your dick wet
>And now here you
>You went on a long walk
>Skipping stones
>Contemplating
>Other thinking stuff
>It's dark out now
>You passed under the bridge before you went out
>She wasn't there but her box was
>Must of been out with clients
>Falling in love is stupid
>Painful even
>Walking through the streets you pass by all the stores and houses
>You want to go out looking for her but you fear for your mental health if you do
>If this were a movie you'd swoop in and save her then live happily ever after
>Fuck movies
>Passing through town you decide to go to just go home
>You thought of what else you could say
>Nothing came to mind
>Reaching your house you notice a lump on your porch
>It couldn't be..
>It's Glory!
>Running over to her you notice something wrong pretty fast
>She has blood on her nose
>Her eyes are swollen and her ear is bloody too
"Glory?"
>You shake her a little and she stirs awake
>"Mr human?"
"Yes Glory it's me"
>"Am I dreaming?"
"No this is real"
"And you're gonna be alright I promise"
>And so she tells you everything that happened while you treat her wounds
>You pay attention to her every detail trying to not to cry like a little bitch
When she asks if she could stay the night again you tell her she can stay for as long as she wants
>Crying into your chest she holds you tight as she falls asleep
>You fall asleep soon after playing with her mane
"Goodnight Glory"
END CHAPTER IV