>"It used to be a lot better."
>That's what they all say.
>Ponyville.
>You arrived in this dump of a town just last night.
>And boy was this place miserable.
>They say it used to be a lot more pleasant.
>A town where the Elements of Harmony used to live.
>That was before the Changling Uprising.
>The rest of the world was fine.
>The Elements of Harmony now lived happily in Canterlot.
>Close to Celestia and Luna.
>But Ponyville never quite recovered.
>You place a bit on the bar and wave a finger at the bar maid.
>A blue pony with a lyre cutie mark and a mangy coat.
>She pours you a mug.
>"You got bits?"
>You look to your left.
>A pony looks at you out of the corner of her eyes.
>She looks to be in her late teens.
>"You-you got bits?"
>You take a long drought and grunt
Not for mud ponies.
>An orange hoof slides onto your hand
>"I'm not begging. I work."
 
 
>You follow the mare through the woods.
>Turns out she's a pegasus.
>In the light outside the bar you had seen she had several scars.
>On both wings and along her spine.
>She had asked you get an inn for the job.
I'm not rich. You want bits or not?
>She told you she could take you to a place called The Tree House.
>But you've been walking in the dark woods for a while now.
Are we almost there?
>"Yeah, right up here past these trees."
>You see a house in a tree.
A treehouse?
>"Yeah, it's a treehouse, I already told you that. I live here."
>It looks old and possibly infested.
>You've used worse.
>When you crawl up the ladder you notice a path leading up to the treehouse.
Get much visitors?
>She closes the door behind her, "no, you don't have to worry about any foals walking in on us- there hasn't been anyone here for like, five years."
>The only things of note are a faded picture of a rainbow pony and the younger version of this mare together pinned to the wall, and a tattered cape in the corner.
>This mare smiles up at the rainbow- Rainbow Dash, Element of Harmony- in complete admiration.
>"Show me what you got, it's 75 bits alright?"
>You look at her lying on a mat of straw, spreading her legs.
 
 
>"75 bits okay?"
>"It's nearly Hearths Warming and I need some firewood and a sweater to make it through."
>You remove your coat,
It is fucking-
>"Don't complain about it being cold in here either, you chose not to get an inn room."
>Lippy bitch.
>You strip.
>She watches with little enthusiasm.
>Once nude, you stare at her.
>She pats the straw, "just lay down on the straw bed."
>You do so.
>The orange mare rolls on top of you.
>You can see her breath.
>She may look like a sad puppy, but you can feel she's wet.
You gonna start?
>She grabs your shoulders, "yeah... But there's one rule okay?"
>She would have no choice wheather there would be anal or not.
>She has tears in her eyes as she spreads her battered wings
>"You have to say my wings are pretty..."
Wh-
>"You have to, no joke."
>Eh, as long as she quit fucking crying.
>You grab her hips and ram into her.
>She gasps and buries her head into the crook of your shoulder
>"Please."
>Never had one this tight.
>"Don't forget."
 
 
>You fucked her for two hours.
>You fucked her raw.
>You fucked her ass.
>You fucked her mouth.
>She cried the whole time.
>It was awful.
>Even though you muttered that her disfigured wings were pretty, she still cried.
>As you leave, you hear her mutter
>"It used to be a lot better..."
>You place her payment on the table.
Stay warm.
>Your whole coin purse.
>She won't be happy to find it's all rocks.
>What can you buy with the 75 bits you just saved?
>You walk out of the woods and shrug.
An inn room.
 
The End.