>You've been 'lucky' today.
>A stallion told his buddies about you.
>You've gotten 5 customers today. All of them paid 20 bits.
>The sessions where long and rough, you could hardly stay conscious, let alone orgasm after the 4th stallion.
>By the time they had had their fill, you had been thoroughly used up.
>Every one of your orifices screamed in agony. You barely had any control over your legs left.
>But it was worth it. You made 100 bits today.
>The pain in your holes was minuscule compared to the pit in your stomach.
>You haven't eaten in 4 days.
>Well, that's a lie. The protein in all the cum you've ingested is probably the last thing keeping your body functioning.
>You're barely able to drag yourself into your box, and slide the bits under your body.
>Tomorrow. Tomorrow you'll go into town and get something to eat.
>It's hardly any time before you pass out.
 
>...
 
>You wake to the feeling of raindrops pelting against your fur.
>What's going on? The rain is so loud you can barely hear anything.
>You are able to make out the sound of hooves splashing through puddles, however.
>Why are you so wet? Your box should at least-
>A flash of lightning, and you're able to see why.
>Your box! Your box is gone! Ripped in half and pulled apart!
>What happened? How did this-
>Your bits. Where are your bits?
>Panicking, you check under your body.
>They're gone. All of them.
>You've been robbed.
>Another flash of lightning, and you see the word "SLUT" written in permanent marker across your belly.
>That it. There's nothing left for you.
>You use the last of your strength to curl up into a little ball.
>You want to cry. You want to scream. You want to do anything.
>But your body has nothing more to give. No more energy to spend on emotions.
>Slowly, you close your eyes, and let the pain leave you as the rain washes away what little body heat you have left.
>You wake up surrounded by warmth
>The scent of something floral wafts past your nostrils
>The sound of rain seems quiet, distant, muffled
>You stir, opening your eyes and heaving a yawn, nuzzling back into your pillow
>wait a second
>Your pillow?
>You bolt awake, adrenaline surging through your veins
>You're in a hospital bed
>There's an IV in your arm, and you're in a green cotton gown
>How the hell did you get here
>"Oh hey! You're up!"
>Your ears swivel to focus on the voice, head snapping to the figure sitting in the chair in the corner
>It's that weird...hyoomahn thing that's been in town for awhile
>He always passed by you from time to time, but only paused the first time to read your sign
>Sometimes he'd bring you food
>He was...nice
>Wouldn't be the first time somepony ignored you after first meeting you
>"You're lucky I took a shortcut through the park today, otherwise you would have never made it through the night."
>"Doc says you've got a mild case of hypothermia and pneumonia. But you'll be alright now."
>Your mouth opens, it's dry. Your voice croaks.
"W...why?"
>He shrugs, settling back in his chair and returning to the book he was reading
>"Someone's gotta look after you, if no one else will."