>These months of summer always bring by some....delectable things
>Either it's teenagers with hair triggers, looking to loose their virginity
>Or divorced parents seeking to reenact some erotic novel they read, where I secretly harbor a heart of gold and I will teach them how to make their broken marriages worth it
>Something always turns up
>I particularly like the divorced ones. They're a hoot and a half. I mean, why in the name of fuck would you assume I'm nicer than anyone, let alone nice enough to help you with your shit?
>Because I let you come near my cooch?
>Deluded. As. Fuck.
>Ponies should learn the difference between fucking and loving
>It's as if they came inside a mangy, 5th rate burger joint and assumed that they got served something made with love and caring and whatever
>The guy behind the counter can't possibly give less of a shit about you, dude! He just wants a paycheck! He probably won't remember you were kinda nice to him for longer than an hour!
>And the teenagers. They are funny in their own way.
>Some come in , trying to act like they are Hungaketon, divine king of pelvic drills, and then , if you don't hold their hand all the while, they end up rubbing your perineum for 30 minutes
>And other ones that think my pussy is some sort of ancient egyptian tomb that , instead of having death traps, has ridicule traps
>But one thing remains constant: none of them come here on their own account
>None of them have the balls to come alone
>And they all make it so very tiring and complicated
>But anyway, I digress.
>There is always something interesting, at least.
>heat makes ponies crazy ,I guess.
>It's made all the more interesting by the fact that I have even less rules than most in this business do
>"Hey"
>A pony with a black mane, grey fur, and a red muscle shirt utters, standing aside my box
"What?"
>"Do you really mean it? 20 bits get me anything?"
"What do ya think?"
>He stares blankly ahead
>He steps in front of the box
>He drops tow ten-bit coins in front of you
>"Here. I want you to come with me. It won't take long"
>This seems suspicious
"Where are we going?"
>"Not far away. About two blocks away from here."
>His eyes seem lost. Tired.
>I carefully inspect him; I've had knives pulled on me before, I'd rather NOT going through it again.
>Nothing. The guy seems kinda weak, even.
"An hotel?"
>"No....no, I just ....need help. I'm helping a friend."
"Ok......I guess"
>I get up, you close your box, and I tie it with a thin cord, so I can drag the box behind me
>The sky is overcast. Maybe I should stay here. Dragging the box in the rain will definitely fuck it up.
>I follow the customer to a bridge. A ton of trash is under it. There's a greywater river flowing under it. The smell is disgusting.
>"Here we are"
"What exactly am I helping you with, man?"
>"I told you, we're here to help a friend of mine"
>There's a small dent on the mountain of trash under the bridge
>There's a barrel amidst it. A fire burns inside of it
>Now, I REALLY am no one to say I have standards, but a dumpster? Really? My box is better than this.....just a little better, I suppose.
"Oh, damn, I wasn't expecting to get so pampered! Real royal treatment in here!"
>"I'm sorry it's messy. This will be over soon"
"Ok, enough of the mistery, what the hell am I doing here?"
>He doesn't answer me. He walks over to a small mound covered with a blanket.
>He uncovers it , revealing a very slender pony
>He looks like he's sleeping
"What? What's wrong with him?"
>"He hadn't eaten anything in a week. Today , I found him like this"
>Hold on, am I....
"Am I helping you dispose of a body?!"
>"No. No, that's not it."
>".....I want someone to be here for his funeral."
>....
>This is ...odd.
>"...Really? That's why you brought me here?"
>"You said you'd do anything , right? If you want , you can keep whatever he left behind. His things are over there. Maybe you'll find something useful."
>His voice cracks up a bit
>I remember hearing something about how some rich ponies' wives would pay other mares to cry at their husband's funeral
>What..what does he expect of me?
"So...I just sit here and....I don't know, hear you give a eulogy? Do you want me to cry or something?"
>"No. Just sit over there. You don't need to do anything"
>I sit on a small stool, near the body
>It's uncomfortable. I think I'd rather sit inside my box. But, hey, he paid 20 bits, I think I at least owe him this much
>"Hey, Lolly. It's me. It's your friend. It's me , Dough. It's me, wake up."
>This is so uncomfortable
>He's kneeled aside him, nudging him
>Should I....i don't know, hug him or something?
>"Lolly, I just want to say I'm sorry. You hear? I'm sorry. I forgot to get you the money. I'm sorry, pal"
>He is staring at his face
>Slowly, he gets more agitated
>"Lolly, come on. You have to wake up. I'm sorry. I really tried. Please. Wake up ,dude"
>"Lolly! Come on! I mean it! I tried! Wake up!"
>At this point, he is tearing up a bit
>I'm starting to feel bad for him
>"COME ON!! LOLLY, I'M SORRY!!! PLEASE!"
>He is crying in messy sobs now
>I still have no idea why we wanted me here
>Was it just because he conveniently found me nearby, and I offered a decent rate?
"Uh, listen....Dough, was it? It's gonna rain soon, I think I should leave-"
>"NO, WAIT!"
>"..I'll give you the rest of my money to stay here. Please"
"What do you want from me, dude?! You can't possibly mean to tell me you'll give me a bunch of bits JUST to sit here! I mean, don't think I'm about to refuse, but look at you! You can't waste your money like this!"
>....Whoa, where did that came from?
>"Just stay where you were."
"Why, though!? Do you just want an audience for your sobbing or what?!"
>He stays silent for a while
>"...It's just that...he didn't deserve to die like this,like....like some stray dog, buried in a heap of trash!"
>Why am I saying these things?
"Well, too bad, sweetcheeks!"
>I feel weird; I pity the guy, yeah, but.....this is not pity I'm feeling
>"It's my fault!.....I was supposed to bring him money....I took too long!"
>He busts out in tears
>He lays on his back, covering his face with his hooves
>"I just.....I forgot! I was so tired! And hungry! When I got here , he was alredy dead!"
>I wonder what was the relationship between these two
>"sigh.......I think I just didn't want to let him also die alone. I don't know, maybe I wanted someone else to feel guilty about this..... I'm not sure."
"Well, you can't do anything now, and if you don't do something soon, he's gonna start rotting."
>"Ok......I think I'll throw him in the river."
"Do you have a blanket or something you can wrap him with?"
>If he just dumps him in there, his body will get stuck somewhere
>Again! Why do I suddenly care!?
>"I have a sweater someone gave us a week ago, is that OK?"
"Sure, whatever, the point is to tie his legs. If you're gonna put him in water , the least you could do is do it respectfully"
>I suppose we slumponies are meant to die anonymous ,stray dog deaths
>I think that's why I've warmed up to this guy a bit
>Might as well make ,at least, one point of our lives less crappy
>I tell him so
>He stares blankly ahead
>I feel horrible
>Maybe because I feel that'll be the end of me
>Or maybe because I won't have someone dispose of me nicely
>And, for a minute, I have to think about it
>We wrap the body in a way that all the limbs are tied over his belly
>I put one of the sleeves as a blindfold
>We use our hind hooves to push the body into the river
>My God. Dough looks pathetic.
>And that's coming from me, of all ponies
>What could've possibly happened?
>What could possibly have made this forget about his friend?
>And just for how long did he forget?
>The body slowly drifts down the river
>Dough is slowly recovering composure
>"Alright....a deal's a deal. Lolly's things are over there. You can leave now"
>I walk over to the dent
>I feel like shit
>This feels like I'm stealing something
>It's a new low for me, stealing from a hobo
>Let's see: a can of gas
>3 bits
>A porn mag (I wonder how cumming on the teetering verge of starvation feels like)
>A bottle of some sketchy ass, mexican liquor
>The label has a black bear on it
>And a wool cap
>I take everything but the porn mag
>This is the first occasion in a LONG time that I feel like something's beneath me
>I'm frozen in place
>I'm too ashamed
"Hey Dough"
>"Huh?"
>I think I know how this can be less humilliating
"I.....think I have a little space on my box. Would you like to spend the night there?"
>"...ok"
>He walks over to me , staring at the floor
>He walks aside me, never raising his sight, back to my usual spot
>It's a tight fit, but we manage to get inside
>It's raining already
>Shit, maybe I should've brought the mag with me, I could've covered the box with it
>Dough gets up and looks inside a makeshift bag he was carrying
>He takes out the porn mag and puts it over the box
>I'm so cold. Both of us are so cold.
>The storm rages on
>It doesn't look like anyone will be coming by anytime soon
>I take the lids of the box and pull them near me
"You can leave whenever you want. Just close the lid when you leave"
>I say as I lay my head down
>"...I like it here. Can I stay with you a little longer? I'll get a box of my own , but can I stay here?"
>Well, it's not like he can interfere with my job
"I don't see why not. But yeah, get on that box thing. "
>I usually sleep facing up, but since that requires that the box is empty, I end up planting my face on the ground
>Dough curls up into a ball
>His pose resembles the one his friend was in when we found him
>The sound of the raindrops on top of the box would've been nice to fall asleep to
>But I'm starting to fear the storm is getting too strong and it might break the ceiling
>I really don't wanna get sick.....er
>I'd LOVE to light a fire
>And since I have the gas can , it'd be very easy
>But right now, I'm too tired to try
>I wonder if things would be better if I didn't work alone
[BLACKOUT]
>I wake up to the smell of burning wood
>It must be coming from the bakery across the street
>Boy , I am HUNGRY.
"Hey, Dough. Wake up"
>Shit.It feels weird to say that to him.
>"mwhuh"
"Wake up, dude. It's getting kinda stuffy in here. Let's go see if we can get some money for food"
>I wiggle out of the box
>The mag did its job well. It looks like it can take a couple more storms, even.
"Good thinking with the mag, Dough!"
>Dough doesn't respond
"You feeling ok?"
>"....yeah. Just a bit...out of place"
"Hey, I know you feel like shit right now, but whatever happened yesterday is in the past now. Let's take a walk around, try not to think about it"
>"sigh....I'll try"
>We walk leisurely along the sidewalk
>I drag my box behind me
>It's kinda early; most ponies are still asleep
>We see ponies drinking cofee silently , sitting on the sidewalk
>We see other mares of my profession, walking out of shoddy buildings
>Some taxis lazily roam the streets
"Let's go, the cab drivers are the only ones willing to fuck this early in the morning. Besides, most of them are too tired to try and get rough"
>"What should I do?"
>I.....don't know! I have no idea what to do with him. He's not about to walk dat stroll with me , that's for sure
"Hmmmmmm....I don't know. Any ideas?"
>"I ....uh...could check the dumpsters near the bakery. I've found some good stuff there"
"Ok, just don't go too far away. Make sure to look for your box"
>We split, and I go stand on the corner, waiting to see if a cab coach is interested
>Sure, I may look less clean than the other girls, but at least I charge less and I sure won't be high off my teats when we fuck
>I can't afford to be addicted to anything
>I look down on my hind legs
>I sure as hell don't look as meaty as the other girls
>I wonder how my ass would look if I had surgery?
>Would I look nice?
>I've seen cases where some girls just stop getting johns because their implants make them look like dudes
>Besides, I am afraid of doctors. At least the ones I've interacted with are fucked in the head
>Who wouldn't be like that after having to interact with all sorts of nasty shit without making a face?
>A cab pulls over in front of me
>A colt with short, messy hair looks out the window
"Hey, how much for an HJ?"
>I point to the side of the box
>I try not to stay inside of it while I work. I don't need them to see how desperate I might be
>If they did, I couldn't negotiate
>"Anything?"
>Fucking EVERYONE has to say that
>Everyone needs to remind me I will do anything for the price of a bag of potatoes
"Yes, anything"
>After a silent moment of consideration, he speaks again
>"Hop in"
>He says as he throws a bag with several 1-bit coins
>Wow, he saved up his change to get with me?
>That....would be nice, I guess
>I count the coins
>40 bits
"It's just 20 for anything"
>"I have a special request"
>Whatever, it's not everyday that someone wants to pay such a generous tip
>I get on the back seat
>He starts driving
>I notice he's going far away
"Hey dude, just so you know , I kinda work in a designated area"
>"Don't worry, I'll drive ya back"
"How can I be sure?"
>"I left something at a hotel back where I picked you up. I have to go back anyway"
"Alright. So what's the special request?"
>"Hold on. We have to get someplace first"
>Not this shit again
"Where are we going?"
>"We're gonna watch a movie"
>Huh? A movie?
>Oohhh , I get it
"Ohhhh, you want the girlfriend experience! I get it now"
>"Not quite, but yeah"
"Well, why not tell me beforehand?"
>"Because it's hard to explain, I told you"
"Give it a try, come on"
>"Uh.... I.."
>He stutters for a second
>"I....want you to..uh.....what's the word? Fuck me, it's ...uh..."
>"ROLEPLAY. That's the word!"
"Oh, alright. So, what's the deal?"
>"Let's say I .....want to relive a memory of my teenage years."
>"I want you to pretend you are Esmarelda, a teenage chick from a very conservative family, mildly interested in me"
"Gee golly. This is the first time someone asks for something this spot-on"
>"But there's an extra"
"Mmm?"
>"When it's over, you can't act like you disliked it. You have to act like it was cool"
>That's a weird caveat, but whatever
>It's weird for me: It's the first time I actually get paid enough to give a quality girlfriend experience
>I've done it before, but it mostly consisted of saying one or two nice things, maybe moan a little more, and cuddle for like, 10 mins afterwards
>But this......this is new
>It's refreshing to see someone who knows exactly what to order and pay for it accordingly
>"We start as soon as we get there"
"Whatever you say, it's your boner"
>"I've been waiting for this day. They're showing "Sweet City Mare" today. Which is good, because that's the movie we saw that day"
"....Jeez, dude! You really want this to feel authentic!"
>"Sadly, it won't be"
"Aw, don't get blueballs just yet! How do you know that?"
>"You'll know why"
>I look through the window. We're in a nicer part of town. Really clean. Lots of pretty faces.
>"Ok, get off here. I want you to walk over to the entrance from here. Remember: Esmarelda, very conservative, can't complain at the end."
"Got it"
>I get off the cab
>The sun is shining really bright
>This dude is real lucky. Even nature wants this to go well.
>I look at my reflection on a showcase.
>My hair is messy, and my fur looks ugly
>This won't do.
>I go inside a restaurant
>I quickly walk by the rest of the ponies and into the bathroom
>I put my head under the faucet, and I rinse my hair
>I put some of the soap on it, to make it a little softer
>I try to clean my fur a bit
>Not too much. He's still waiting.
>Ok....I need...a scrunchy
>I go out and to the back of the restaurant, where, sure enough, I find a waitress smoking
"Excuse me, uh.... do you , by any chance, have a scrunchy you can spare?"
>She looks at me funny for a second, and searches inside her apron
>"Here."
>She hands me a bright pink scrunchy
>Perfect
>"Thanks!"
>"You need it more than I do, sugar"
>Fuck you
>But you're right, I guess
>I walk over to the entrance
>Here goes nothing!
>"Hi , Esmarelda!"
>"Hey!"
>Damn it, he didn't tell me his name
>"Ready for our date?"
>"Sure! Are you?
>"Of course, Tumbleweed is always ready, especially for you!"
>Oof, nice catch
>He even sounds energetic, compared to his apathetic voice from before
>"So, which movie should we watch?"
"I don't know, nothing too steamy, please"
>"Oh! I know! Let's watch "Sweet City Mare"!"
"That sounds nice!"
>So far so good
>Lucky for me , I didn't have to recall the name of the movie
>We walk inside
>He opens the door for me
>The smell of the popcorn reaches my nostrils
>I don't like this smell for some reason
>He tells me to wait while he buys the popcorn
>He has a distinct zest on his pace
>I look at the other couples
>I wonder what exactly is going to happen
>He walks over to me and we walk together to the room
>We make some pretend small talk
>Nothing that I might botch it with
>We sit down
>As the movie starts, he tries to put his hoof on top of mine
>He's shaking
>He's really getting into it
>The movie starts
>"Sweee-eeee-eeeet, Sweet City Fi-llyyyy....She's my sweet, sweet , sweet, sweet city fillyyy~"
>I have no idea what this is about
>The mare on screens is getting off a trolley
>A wide smile on her face
>I'm not sure if I should let him put his hoof over mine
>The girl was very conservative, but how much?
>"I can see your face, I can hear your voice, I can almost touch youuuuuu~"
>I pull away a bit, but I don't stop him
>"Gee golly, Muffin Top, I sure am happy to visit you here in the big city!"
>God, the corny is drowning me
>Tumbleweed is blushing very hard
>I don't know what to do, I can't keep up with his acting
>Maybe I could play with my mane a bit
>I proceed to do so
>The male character on screen is a fucking hick
>"Oh, Jolly Bean, there's so much you need to learn about the city folk"
>"Well, maybe you could teach me!"
>Huh, I've heard that line before
>He's slowly moving his hand towards my hind legs
>He is moving FAST , considering the girl he's with
>I lean towards his head and whisper
>"Tumbleweed, WHAT are you doing?"