>"Oh hey Anon. The usual?"
>The yellow pony looks up at you.
>You're carrying 2 bags.
>You toss her one of them, filled with bits, and unzip the other one.
>"Anon, th-this is over a hundred b-bits."
"You're worth it."
>You say as you whip out a large sheet and pillow and lay it out on the grass.
>She slowly stands up and places the pillow down.
>"Are you sure?"
>You lay face down, head to one side.
"Yes. Now do it."
>"O-okay..."
>She puts a hoof on your back.
>Then two.
CRACK
>Oh god, that was fantastic.
"More."
>Your back makes more audible cracks as she softly presses her hoofs into your back.
>You never really knew what this girl did, but boy was she a good masseuse.
>Someone this good, why the fuck was she living in a box?
>Why the fuck was she forced to give other stallions special services?
>And where the fuck did her mattress go?
"Hey, what happened to the mattress I gave you last week?"
>"Oh, I uh... traded them for a bale of-"
"Traded?"
>You sit up.
>"Yeah... girl's gotta eat, you know?"
>You shake your head in disapproval