Title:           Shorts
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"So twenty bits for anything?"
>"That's right, sir."
"Like... anything anything?"
>"I need the bits sir."
"Cool, can you file my tax return? I hate having to do it."
>Anon l need ALL your W2s
>I get it you saved Equestria
>But royal boons come with a 1099R at the end of the year where is it
>Anon these receipts are crumpled and faded how am l supposed to itimize them?
>You can't write off having a disability for only two legs you're a biped they know about those
>What are all these money transfers out of the country for?
>Anon your books are a fucking mess
>I'm going back to my box
 
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>The human drops a sack to the ground
>Hundreds of shiny, golden bits spill out onto the cold, hard pavement
>You look up at him with fear in your eyes
>Surely, with this many bits, he plans to humiliate you, h-hurt you, break you...
>But with so much money, you could afford to eat for several months, have a decent roof over your head, maybe someplace nice and warm to sleep
>And as his grin reflects his pearly whites off your moistened eyes, you relinquish any will you had left
>For you remind yourself
>You're already broken
>he gently picks her up and cradles her in his arms
>returns home and sets her down on the couch, then wraps her up in a handful of warm, fuzzy blankets
>goes into the kitchen and comes back with a cup of hot chocolate
 
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"So... you like getting dirty, girl?"
>"Oooh yes, for 20 bits I'll get as dirty as you want me to."
"That's what I like to hear!"
>"Tee hee hee"
"So, could you clean out my gutters?"
>"Suck a kinky boy! It's a good thing I'm not prejudiced against such a thing!"
"You'd do that for me?"
>"For you, I'd do anything!"
"Come with me."
"This is the place"
>"Such a lovely house, err what's your name"
"Anonymous"
>"Oooh, what a name!"
>Anonymous opens his garage
>"Why are we going through here"
"Going THROUGH here? I'm just getting you the supplies so you can clean my gutters."
>"You keep that stuff in your garage?"
"Where else would I put it?"
>Anonymous grabs a box of latex gloves and hands them to the pony.
"These may not fit you well, but they're all I've got"
>Anon continues to rummage until he comes back to the pony with some trashbags, and a ladder
>"How am I supposed to 'clean your gutters' with this?"
"You climb up on the ladder, grab the junk in the gutter and throw it in the trash bag."
>The pony comes to a quick realization that anon 'cleaning gutters' in this sense isn't a euphemism.
>"Oh, right! Right away sir!"
"Cool. Come see me when you're done, I want to inspect what you did before I pay"
>"Of course, sir!"
 
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>Take Anon's twenty bits.
>He doesn't really care very much for the currency, but money is money.
>Doesn't want the regular services.
>Stopped offering those months ago.
>He makes me tape up my box.
>I don't know why he thinks it'll soundproof the place, but he's in a bit of a strange state of mind at the moment.
>As soon as I'm done with the box, he falls from his usual figure of disaffected disinterest into a sobbing mess.
>Usually it's about how bright, shiny and wonderful everything is.
>Last week it was how everyone wished him a happy morning with a smile on their faces as he went for his daily sulk.
>The icing on the cake was when a little filly trotted up to him and gave him a special flower she'd picked, because it was, and I quote, beautiful like he was.
>He spends the next hour sobbing into my mane between increasingly less cogent descriptions of normal Ponyville life.
>All I have to do to make him happy is stroke his back gently and coo reassuringly.
>It makes a change from all the rough sex, that's for sure.
>Or, as Anon likes to call it, in his whimsical dialect, 'the hot flared stallion D'.
>Here's another term for you; 'mare pussy'.
>How weird is that?
>Anyway, once his time is up he just thanks me, lets me know when he'll be back, and goes about his miserable day.
>I guess it just ain't easy being Anon.
 
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"Hey, me again! You busy?"
>"no sir... I haven't had a single customer today."
"Boy, that's great."
>"Are you even listening? I haven't eaten in almost two days."
"That's a cool story. Anyway I have a box of Hearth's Warming decorations and the lights are all tangled... Not to point fingers but it was probably the zebras."
>"Y-You want me to-"
"If you could untangle them by tonight that'd be just super."
....
>"You again? What will it be today, you want me to paint your house or something?"
"Nine letters, synonymous with vague. Any ideas?"
>"Are you really paying me to help you sole the crossword?"
...
"Hey listen, I need you to come to my house and beat my meat?"
>"W-What? You actually want... I mean you're not asking for me to perform some pointless menial task?"
"No time to explain, follow me!"
>Back at cassa del Anon
>"You can't be serious."
"I am. I need you to take this mallet and tenderise this meat while I quickly run to the store and get some spices."
...
>"Eleven letters, ancient Roman sun God."
"This is ridiculous, I'm a professional marefriend, not--"
>"Do you want the bits or not?"
>She frowns.
"Eleven letters?"
>"With a space."
"Sol Invictus."
>The strange green man snaps his fingers, then amends his newspaper.
>"I knew that one, alright, what about this, legendary home of the Elves, seven letters--"
"Valinor. Do you want me to suck your dick or something?"
>"No, no, I'm quite alright, honestly, okay, eight letters, Carthaginian who crossed the alps on Elephants."
>The mare rolls her eyes, and settles down into her box.
>It's turning out to be one of those days.
...
>Day Clueless in Equestria
"Hey, you did some great work for me yesterday, I think I should reward you by giving you a different job"
>"What kind of job, Anonymous was it?~"
"Well, I was wondering if you could help me clear my nuts out."
>"Oh, I new you were dirty just by talking to you."
"Well, if you don't want the bits, I can find someone else..."
>"I wouldn't want to give any of the 2 bit whores around here an opportunity with you"
"Ok then, let's go to my place."
>At Anon's house
"Ok, let's just go to the back yard and..."
>"Oh, you want me to do it outside?"
"Of couse, where else would we do it?"
>"Oh, so naughty?"
"Naughty!? What's naughty about cleaning up the walnuts that have fallen off the trees on my lawn?"
>"... Never mind"
...
"Look, I do anal, vaginal, any position you like, you don't even need to use a rubber--"
>"Eight letters, compound containing an oxygen-oxygen bond."
"I'll even do animals, you want to bring one of Fluttershy's bears in here, I'll take that--"
>"I think I know this one actually. Hydrogen."
"Peroxide. It's peroxide."
>"Oh, silly me. Of course."
"I really am more of a prostitute, though."
>"I'm entirely aware of your job, madam."
"Twilight could probably help you more if you don't want to get your jollies rogered."
>"She's awful at crosswords, and don't even get me started on the blowjobs."
>The mare folds her front hooves over each other and sighs in resignation.
>"Excellent, I'm glad we could come to this arrangement. Okay, seven letters, silvery white actinide element."
"Uranium"
>"I told you, I don't want any of your sexual services."
"That's the answer, uranium."
>"Oh, oh, I see."
>The green man scribbles it into his crossword, apparently somewhat surprised.
>The mare yawns, adjusts her well-worn flanks for comfort, and resolves herself for another day of this.
...
>"She's awful at crosswords, and don't even get me started on the blowjobs."
>"Anon!" you hear a familiar voice cry
>It was Twilight, and she was shocked at finding you here
>"W-What are you doing with that- that- HUSSY!" she points a hoof accusingly at the mare
>"I- I thought we had something special! And now I find you doing crossword puzzles with other mares behind my back?!"
"Twilight, it's not what it looks like!"
>"Oh? Is that n-number 2 pencil for taking notes?! Is it?!"
>Tears are filling her eyes now
>"Just tell me, why?!"
"Twilight, you... you suck at crosswords."
>She gasps
"I... I need some synonyms in my life! You're just not enough."
>"S-So this is it, then? You're throwing me away like yesterday's newspaper?!"
"I'm sorry, Twilight. It's over with a seven-letter word for being in a space separating two objects for us."
>Twilight lets out a sob as she turns and runs, tears flowing from her eyes
>You turn back to the mare in the box
"It's just you and me now."
>You grin
"You, me, and the thesaurus."
 
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>Cool rainy mists blow across the dreary sky
>Your cute little made is in her usual box, snuggled in her old newspapers
"Hey."
>She remembers your voice
>"Payday, slim?"
>You jungle the small bag of bits in your hand
>It was never enough
>But you had needs
>She did too
>So, you worked together
>You pull her up and brush a little mud off her slowly mangeing coat
>As you reach for your cigarettes she nudges you, you draw two in your mouth
>Clink
>That tired old lighter still serves you well
>The made takes it and drags it down quickly
> She must have needed her fix
>You understand
>You needed yours too
>Home sweet home
>A toolshed turned efficiency behind the quill and sofa shop
>200 bits a month
>You made 60 per week
>Groceries or sex was a tough decision
>A full stomach felt nice, but empty nuts was a deeper primal concern
>You open the door and welcome the Princess into your château
>She lays in your twin sized bed as if were a king sized down, ooing and aahing
>You talk to each other like royalty
>You hold each other like lovers
>You rock the shed like teenagers
>You sleep like the dead
>And, in the morning,
>You part like strangers
 
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>I wander, seeking only to distance myself from the creature and Its insatiable lust for McNuggies.
>I can no longer feel Its presence, nor can I detect the acrid miasma of Its corruption in the air, save for that which I shall bear with me 'til my grave.
>The sky weeps for the ruination of prosperity, for while there yet lingers some glimmer of hope within the hearts of the foolish, the truth has been made plain to me.
>My wandering brings me before a bland looking mare and her waterlogged cardboard shelter.
>She looks up, gazing into my eyes.
>She does not speak, nor does she falter in her stare.
>As I peer into her eyes, those fathomless depths of abasement and shame, understanding dawns upon me.
"He has taken from you as well."
>It is not a question and so I expect no answer, though she offers one regardless.
>"-They- have taken from me, little filly. I can see in you the faintest shimmering spark of hope and I tell you this only to spare you the hellish torment of maintaining that spark: he is not alone."
>Her words resonate with some deep, hidden part of my very soul and I know that what she says is the truth.
>I turn and walk away then, leaving her to her silent mourning for McNuggies lost.
>I no longer cry or scream or lament for what has been lost, for now I understand.
>It is not alone in Its rapacious desires. I was a fool to think that I alone would bear the mark of Its taint in stoic martyrdom.
 
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>"20 bits fer... anything'?"
>You gulp
>Looking at this big red fucker made you feel like a little filly
>The quick peek you take confirms he's no joke
>Usually you get an endless stream of tiny beta colts and ugly stallions
>But this guy, he was thick and legit
"Yes sir, anything."
>Big guy solemnly nods
>He sweetly passes you the bits
>Before you can even ask he's backing into your box
>You gulp as those huge sweaty apples and the tree trunk sway above your head
>Over your rump he lowers himself
>Then he smacks your hips over
>Drops down beside you
>The box strains to hold the two of you
>Then he starts talking
>And talking
>And talking
>About his parents and sisters and all the work he does and all the trouble he's been in
>About the mares he's dated and the colts who used to be his friends and his sisters friends and relationships in general
>About family and life and just trying to get by day to day
>You brush his blond mane as the big guy cries his heart out in your little box
>One of your usuals comes by but cringes and backs off
>Cheap ass only ever got hoofies anyway
>Big guy pays you again and just cuddles for a whole hour
>Easiest 40 you ever made even if you spent half of it holding a crying stallion who could crush you with one hoof lying about how everything would be ok
 
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>walking through the rain.
>find the brown pony inside the box where you left her
"Thanks for watching the place while I was gone. You can go now."
>pony leaves and you get comfortable in your box.
>you think about changing your sign from hoofjob to hand job.
>nah, ponies don't know what hands are.
 
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>She first hears the sound of your shoes hitting the dirt path that runs in front of her box
>Her ears perk up a bit, recognizing the unique cadence of your walk
>And then you come into view, past the small copse of trees that had obscured your approach
>Her head lifts up, off her front hooves, and she watches unblinking as you approach, her breath caught in the tightness of her throat as she tries to swallow
>You see the familiar sign alongside her box 'home'
>5 bits hoofjob, 10 bits fulltime, 20 bits anything
>She blinks slowly, manages to clear her throat, and speaks up as you approach
>"Hey, Anon. The usual?"
>"Yeah," is all you say
>And as you start to kneel, one hand fumbling through your money pouch, she flexes her legs, moving herself forward and coming out of the box to stand up straight
>Your hand sends the signals to your brain, mentally ticking off a checklist as your fingers grasps the bits within
>*clink* *clink* *clink* goes the money as you throw the scooped-out collection of 20 bits into her collection box
>She looks up at you, then meets your gaze as you bend down and kneel in front of her
>The corner of her mouth turns a bit, almost a smile, but she still looks sad
>With no other words, she comes forward
>She rears up, placing her hooves atop your shoulders as your arms encircle her
>The soft strands of her mane tickle your cheek as the two of you embrace
>With a gasp, she lets out a choked sob, and you pull her tighter towards you, taking one hand to gently stroke her fur and mane
>"It'll be okay," you manage
>and then its over
>She backs away, still yours, waiting to see what else you'll do or want
>"See you tomorrow," you say
>She nods
>And she listens to the sound of footsteps again
 
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>Anon anxiously walked towards the brown box, jingling the bits in his pocket
>10 bits, it took all afternoon under that slave driver Applejack, but it would be worth it, he had a mighty need
'Oh no', exclaimed the brown mare as Anon came into view
'Keep walking green man' she hissed as Anon got to his destination
>Anon jiggled the bits and pointed at fulltime on her makeshift sign
The mare scowled, 'Listen up buddy, those prices are for stallions, not alien sex freaks. Im not going to let you pound my snatch again for a half hour for 10 bits! There isnt a fucking stallion in town that lasts more then thirty seconds and most are half that!
>Anon tries to tell her that he has a mighty need and that the sign is basically a contract
'If you want this, you pay by the hour, 150 bits, now unless you want to make an appointment take a walk'
 
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>Day Anon in Equestria.
>Find homeless pone in box.
>Feels bad man.
>Pay her 20 bits to get a goodnight's sleep at your house.
>You fall asleep with warm feelings about your good deed.
>Wake up.
>Feel itchy.
>Lice and fleas EVERYWHERE.
>Homeless pone gone.
>80% of your valuables gone.
>Fucking whore.
 
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>It's 9:00 AM
>Drunk and giggly, you stumble through the park.
>She's around here somewhere, just gotta find her.
"I see the bad moon rising!"
>Something catches your foot and nearly trips you, damn tricky ground.
"I see trouble on the way!"
>A couple of ponies give you weird looks but you don't mind, you'd probably look too.
"I see earthquakes and lightning,"
>There she is, still in that same box. Maybe you could help her find a better one.
>Shit, you'd probably need one yourself, come to think of it.
"I see bad times today"
>"What?"
"Nothiin'. Hey, I need somethin' from ya."
>With that you reveal your handful of bits, five to be exact.
>Her eyes seem to darken just a little at the sight of the bits.
>"Okay, let's go."
>She stands up and turns to move to wherever she normally does business but you stop her.
"Nah, we can do it here."
>Dropping the bits into her cup, you hold your arms open expectantly.
>"N-no, I don't do it in public."
"C'mon, it's just a hug..."
>Sounding a bit more depressed than you'd intended to seems to play in your favor and she reluctantly complies.
>Her fur is warm and velvety, like any other pony, you suppose.
>Something about nuzzling your face against her neck and stroking her coat provides you with some deep, primordial comfort.
>Or maybe humans just like warm fuzzy stuff. Whatever.
>After a moment you relent and simply plop down in the grass beside her box.
"Mind if I sit here a while? I got fired this morning."
>Smiling softly, she takes a seat next to you and leans against your shoulder.
>It's been a rough day so far.
>The hug was nice, though.
 
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>be pony
>can't get a job anywhere
>decide to try hooking to make ends meet.
>first day a bunch of people walk past your box but no takers
>next day have a bunch of ponies show up and pay you to do random chores
>even get that human coming by a bunch trying to pay you to eat apples, and oddly eggs, a few times a day.
>by the end of the day you made more bits than you know what to do with
>being a hooker is awesome
 
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>be whore pony
>trying to make a living selling yourself
>not having a good week, won't get to eat this week if this keeps up.
>10 bits hit the floor in front of you
>you lead the young pony away from your box behind some bushes
>you present yourself and wait for him to do his business
>after a few seconds of waiting you feel a stream of liquid flow down your flank
>you turn around and the pony is already running off embarrassed
>damn beta ponies. Always ruining your coat
 
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>be pinkie pie
>jumping around from place to place getting ready for a party tomorrow.
>something catches your eye, it's a pony sitting in a box. You've never seen her before.
>you jump over to say hi and welcome her to ponyville.
>see her sign. 5 bits blah blah blah 10 bits a bunch of words
>oh! 20 bits Anything! This is perfect!
>"Hey there silly box pony! Imma hire you for a party tomorrow!"
>she looks down at the 20 bits you placed on the ground. "How many will I have to, entertain."
>"Oh I dunno. I invited everyone. Probably 10 or 20. Is that okay?"
>she looks down at the bits in shame.
>Oh you get it! You pull out 40 more bits and place them on the pile.
>"is that enough?"
>she nods her head.
>"fantastic!" You jump into the air with excitement. "I'll be right back with the costume. Stay here."
>cheapest clown you ever hired.
 
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>be rainbow dash
>flying over ponyville like normal.
>see a pony in a box, mane all messed up and dirty
>she looks sad, probably because she's all dirty
>you know! You'll make it rain on her so she can clean herself off
>you're the smartest pony ever. They should give you a medal for being so smart.
 
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>"20 bits fer... anything'?"
>You gulp
>Looking at this big red fucker made you feel like a little filly
>The quick peek you take confirms he's no joke
>Usually you get an endless stream of tiny beta colts and ugly stallions
>But this guy, he was thick and legit
"Yes sir, anything."
>Big guy solemnly nods
>He sweetly passes you the bits
>Before you can even ask he's backing into your box
>You gulp as those huge sweaty apples and the tree trunk sway above your head
>Over your rump he lowers himself
>Then he smacks your hips over
>Drops down beside you
>The box strains to hold the two of you
>Then he starts talking
>And talking
>And talking
>About his parents and sisters and all the work he does and all the trouble he's been in
>About the mares he's dated and the colts who used to be his friends and his sisters friends and relationships in general
>About family and life and just trying to get by day to day
>You brush his blond mane as the big guy cries his heart out in your little box
>One of your usuals comes by but cringes and backs off
>Cheap ass only ever got hoofies anyway
>Big guy pays you again and just cuddles for a whole hour
>Easiest 40 you ever made even if you spent half of it holding a crying stallion who could crush you with one hoof lying about how everything would be ok
 
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"You know, you know Twilight?"
>"Yeah?"
"Could you thank her for me?"
>"Sure, l guess. Why?"
"Remember back when she became a Princess? Back when everyone's cutie marks were all jumbled up? I got a log, with a saw on it. I was a carpenter. Every day l put on a hard hat and l got to build things. I got to work hard and get paid normally and feel like l was doing something with my life, ponies looked at me like l was worth something, I- I-"
>"Oh really? Are you crying? Aw geeze, you're still gonna do it, right?"
"Y-yes ma'am. Spread 'em."
>"Mmmm, oh- oh yeah, you're the best. I'm glad this is your destiny."
"Mphhank mphu"
>"Now hurry up l gotta rain boom and be back in twenty"
 
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>A mare walks up to your box while you relax with the human
>Expect the human to white knight the fuck out of you
>"A 20 bit special please" says the potential customer
>Despite your shame towards your new friend money is still money
>You begin to get up to accommodate your patron
>The mare gives you a deadpan look
>"With the human"
 
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>be clueless anon
>ponies not giving you any because they don't want sex with an ape.
>visiting your friend who lives in a box one day when mare comes by and wants to have sex with you
>holyshit.jpg
>she drops a bag of bits on the ground saying this is yours if you will have sex with me.
>bestdayever.jpg
>all of a sudden mares are now offering to have sex with you and give you money.
>you have no idea what happened or what changed but all of a sudden you are drowning in hot mare pussy and bits.
>you have lost your friends as they refuse to speak to you now for some reason, but you really care being too busy pleasing random mares and getting your knob polished.
>be none the wiser of what you really are.
 
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>Be Anon
>You're hanging out at the street corner, waiting for tricks
>Some nervous-looking pegasus mare trots up to you. Got a trench coat and sunglasses on, as if that'll do much good.
>"H-how much?" She asks.
>"10 for a handy, 20 for a warmy, 30 for an up-close and personal, 50 for the entire package. Ya get all that plus a nice conversation."
>Shakily, the horrid pervert fishes out a 50 bits.
>"Not out here, ya idiot. People will see. Keep your money out of sight 'til we get somewhere private."
>You lead her off to some abandoned apartment a friend lets you use. "So, whole package?"
>"Y-yes, sir. Um...how long is it, by the way?"
>"One hour."
>"...Th-that's not..."
>"I'll go two hours for 75, but that's it."
>Nodding, she produces a fifty, a twenty, and a five.
>Spend the next two hours brushing her mane with your hand, cuddling, talking, and lightly kissing (but never with tongue and never more than three seconds at a time).
>"Alright, time's up."
>Send her on her way.
>She'll be back. She's hooked, just like all your other clients. Damn sicko perverts.
 
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>Particularly pathetic-looking Unicorn mare sidles up to you
>She's a blank flank. Considering her apparent age, that's pathetic. She's got bags under her eyes and wisdom lines around her mouth. She's grandma material.
>"It's ten for hand-brushing, two for-"
>"I have a request actually!"
>You gesture for her to go on
>"H-...how much for you to...pretend to be my husband?"
>"..."
>"Just for a day...maybe two..."
>"...500 per day. 'Day' being a 24-hour period. I got a place rigged up like a nice, cozy home for this kinda thing. I can be whatever husband you like. We spend the whole day together acting like a couple. For an extra 100 per day I got a filly who'll pretend to be our daughter too."
>She nods solemnly and walks away.
>A few minutes later she returns with 1200 bits
 
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>Be Anon
>trying to help box whorse
>use her anything offer at 20 bits to take her to movies, restaurants, cuddling
>she is always so resistant to accept your offers
>one day after your "date" with box whorse get pull over by couple of stallions
>poni world is pretty open sexually since they walk around naked 90% of time, and go into heat
>kinda hard to ignore it
>explain how in Equstria prostitution is not only legal but a legit form of work
>but it has to be indoors and under control and registration i.e. in a authorized brothel
>because there is a taboo far far worse than paying for sex
>paying for love is a huge deal
>obviously ponies respect the idea of love to insane degree, but it has saved their lives
>literally
>you have been trying to buy box whorse love, might as well be a pedo by comparison
>realise you have be forcing box poni to do these horrible degrading "dates"
>no wonder shes so looked down on
go back the next day for a cuddle date with massive hard on now knowing your doing this huge equestrian taboo
 
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>be twilight sparkle
>keep dreaming about when you were human
>about one human in particular...
>can't sleep
>go out to park
>find the mare sitting inside the cardboard box.
>"Hey princess, the usual?"
>you nod excitedly
>she pulls out a bucket of orange paint, a bucket of blue paint, and a strap on.
>"so your place or mine?"
 
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>be Afternoon Delight
>go to sleep after a long day of, uh, work.
>having normal dreams of owning your own coffee place
>suddenly dream fades away and princess Luna shows up.
>bow in her presence
>*clink* *clink* *clink*
>open your eyes and see 20 dream bits.
>"We require your services for the night."
 
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>be anon
>extremely nervous
>face as red as a tomato
>walk up to the pony in the cardboard box
>hand her 20 bits.
>"what'll it be handsome?"
>completely embarrass just close your eyes and hand her the bag
>she looks inside and sees the spurs, boots, and hat.
"A-apple family barn. 20 minutes. Look for the Orange pony with the saddle on."
>run away as soon as you finish
>you really need to stop agreeing to help AJ
 
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>be Afternoon Delight
>sitting in your box waiting for customers
>see a yellow pony walking around with a bear.
>oh crap it's fluttershy again.
>please walk past please walk past please walk
>*clink* *clink *clink*
>fuck.
>look at the twenty bits.
"W-what can I do for you fluttershy."
>she whispers in your ear and realize why the bear is with her.
"That'll uh cost extra."
>she reaches into her saddle bag and pulls out a heavy sack of bits, dropping it in front of you
>you look up at her in fear
>she smiles
>"It's his birthday!"
 
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>be Rainbow Dash
>super tense before your big show.
>need to rainboom so you can rainboom later for the show.
>anon is out of town, go to local whorse instead.
>pay your bits
>get exactly zero rainbooms going. Her tongues just not agile enough.
>ask for your money back
>get bucked in the face
>have to perform with a black eye and lack of preshow rainboom.
>this is why you always make it rain on her box.
 
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>be Big Mac
>can't get a date, all the mares in town are intimidated by your girth.
>have to rely on a whore pony to get your fix.
>even she's intimidated and has you pay by the pound.
>have to work twice as hard on the farm just to afford her services once a week.
>not allowed to finish inside her
>Being Big Mac is suffering.
 
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>be Rarity
>designing a line of lewd clothing
>hire whorse to style them for you while you work to make sure your getting the feel just right.
>have stallions, and for some reason anon, stare through your boutique windows all day and fog the glass with heavy breathing.
>it has almost been an hour, gonna have to send spike out there with a mop to clean up again.
>at least you know the designs are good.
 
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>"Oi mate are ya gonna ave a go or what?"
"Hold yer horses ya mincin cunt I'm thinkin"
>"Ain't but two ways ta use a dick ya idgit do ya got the bits or not?"
"Right here ya fookin cunt"
>she counts em twice and bites em with her crooked teeth
>satisfied she stands up and loudly queefs out a whole ton of stale cum
>"Wet and ready ya wanker"
>your eighteen cm cock is throbbing
>you punish her cunt with it for nearly two minutes
>after she fakes an orgasm you sprtiz her with your spunky poo
>"ya did great gun"
"Thanks mom"
>pasties fall out of your hidey holes as you scamper away
 
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>Be Anon
>Be going to library
>Suddenly see a brown mare in a box next to a bench
>Feel kinda sad... and some other funny feelings
>See the sign on the side of the box
>"5 bits hoofjob, 10 bits fulltime, 20 bits anything"
>Look down at the brown mare, with tears in her eyes from the pain of hunger
>Know exactly what the funny feelings were and what you must do
>...
>*3 hours later*
>That was easily the best 20 bits you ever spent
>She won't be hungry anymore
>You fed her your semen
>Welp, time to go explain to Twilight why you couldn't make it on time
>Probably going to use some bullshit excuse having to do with 'friendship'
>Turn around to the twitching unconscious whore pony
"I'll be back tomorrow"
>You wouldn't believe that a pony would ever do the things she did, but damn she must have been desperate for those 20 bits
>Luckily you have been saving up; this is going to be the best month with that brown mare that you will ever have
>Hopefully her body can take it
>...
>*1 month later*
"Ah shit... she died."
>Throw her body into the river
>NO ONE MUST EVER KNOW
>and they never did, because there was no one in the world that ever cared for that mare
>She was alone, and you were scot-free
>This was truly the best month ever; you even got most of your bits back (whatever she didn't use on food)
>THE END
 
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>At the town square, Applejack leads the charge as several mares all complain at once.
>"Now ah think jus a little bit of us mares are down right angry with this whorse cummin inta town, and stealin all our stallion folk."
>Another mare shouts "Yeah!"
>Mayor Mare tries to calm everyone down, "Now now ponies, this is not the time to panic."
>Applejack retorts "This is the perfect time to panic! Since she's come into town, profits from muh apple sellin has gone down .02%! How can stallions focus on apples when they are paying hoof over head in bits to her!?"
>All the mares begin to rabble rabble rablle as Mayor Mare again tries to calm them down, "I hear you, but what exactly CAN we do? I mean, her uhhhh business is perfectly legal."
>"Legal and moral are not the same thing!"
>"Well yes, but you do know that statement HURTS your cause right?"
>Mrs. Cake raises a hoof, "Ever since that young, tight hussy came into town, my precious Carrot Cake has not been intimate with me. I fear I'm going to lose him, and I cant get the stallions I slept with over him to return my calls."
>More mare rabbling as Mayor Mare sighs exhausted, "Well what do you want me to do? She is withing the law, the only thing to do is..cut into her own business. Maybe pay some more TLC attention to our stallions. Give her no business ya know?" She replies in a half joke
>Some of the mares agree with one another as others remain unsure, Applejack however taps her hoof against her chin and narrows her eyes in bumpkin thought.
 
>Much later, a stallion walks around cautiously thought the park, "H.hello? Ah..Afternoon Delight?"
>"Nope." Replies AJ from the shadows before coming into full view, "But ah can be..fer the right price?"
>Today was an AJ whores herself out kinda day.
 
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>be Afternoon Delight
>own a small cake and sweet bread shop
>business is pretty good. Get to do something you like, meet a lot of interesting ponies
>even make good friends with pony who owns coffee shop next to you, Morning Glory.
>decide to take out a loan to expand to a second shop.
>bank won't loan you the bits. Have to get them from less respectable ponies.
>while you were out a fire burns down your shop and the next door coffee place.
>fuck! Must have left one of the stoves on.
>well there goes your dreams of owning a second shop.
>you were living in some rooms above the store so all your stuff is gone too.
>at least you still have the loan money.
>decide to spend a few days at a cheap motel until you can figure out what to do.
>try getting a job pretty much everywhere.
>nopony is hiring, especially not a blank flank.
>you need to find a way to make bits soon. Can't just keep staying in this motel burning through your loan no matter how cheap it is.
>walking back from another failed job hunt you see the coffee shop pony running out of one of the motel rooms crying.
>catch up to her to find out what happened
>turns out she's been selling herself to get by.
>feel terrible, especially since the fire was probably your fault
>take her back to your place and give her the rest of your loan bits. Something to get back on her hooves.
>She could use them more than you anyway, she never really seemed like the kind of mare cut out to be a whore.
>once she leaves you start pacing trying to figure out what you'll do now.
>still need to earn bits soon
>still gotta pay back the loan
>still nopony willing to hire you
>you stop and think about Morning Glory...
>well, I could always try hooking.
>its not illegal after all, looked down on sure but not illegal.
>you'd surely be able to handle doing it better than that coffee shop pony.
>do need the bits...
>you know what fuck it, you're gonna do it.
>how hard can it be to be a whore anyway?
 
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>You are Anon, the only human in Equestria
>You're walking home, your body aching from a hard day of work
>You're beat, and just want to get home as soon as possible.
>Deciding you could really care less about scenery, you choose to take a shortcut through what was considered the ghetto of Ponyville
>As you're cutting through a dark alley, you notice a box with some words crudely written on it.
>5 bits = hoof job
>10 bits = full time
>20 bits = anything
>As you finish reading this, you hear movement inside the box.
>A head pokes out and looks up at you.
>"H-hello sir, a-are you here f-for my services?"
>You cringe as you take in the sight before you
>Her coat and mane was dirty, her eyes were devoid of hope or life, and she smelt heavily of spunk and shame.
>You felt pity for this mare, part of you wishing to help her.
>But as you thought of whisking her away from this alley and bringing her home with you, giving her a hot meal and warm shower, the memories of how badly you were treated by the ponies flashed through your head.
>And how no mare wanted anything to do with you, let alone let you fuck her.
>Banishing the previous thoughts of good will away, you fish twenty bits out of your pocket and drop it in front of the mare.
>You took her behind a nearby garbage can, bent her over, and penetrated her, uncaring of whether the mare underneath you liked it or not.
>You unleashed every bit of anger and sexual frustration you've had pent up since you showed up in Equestria on her, showing absolutely no remorse
>You didn't last long, finishing inside the mare. You weren't really bothered to make it last, you just needed to let loose.
>You pulled away from the mare, who collapsed on the dirty ground beneath her.
>Pulling up your pants, you fish out another twenty bits and drop it beside the whore.
"For your troubles."
>You briskly exit the alley, leaving the mare behind, and making your way home, fully intending to repeat the process on your way home from work tomorrow.
 
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>Amsterdam anon arrives in equestria
>after a few weeks feels the need for some release, goes to look for a brothel (thinking this perfectly normal and accepted)
>finds out not only is there no hooking in equestria, no-one has even thought of the concept of money for sex
>odd considering how needy the mares get during estrus
>anon introduces the idea, p0nes take it very well
>prostitution is a totally legit and happy industry (these are p0nes after all)
>Celestia makes anon the minister in charge of the sex trade
>boxp0ne fell on hard times and tried out this new business to make a few bits
>boxp0ne is doin it wrong
>anon comes across her one day
>enlightens her to the correct way of hooking
>takes her home for a shower, meal, and good sleep
>next day takes her to the ponyville office of the prostitution guild to get set up
>blah end
 
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>Walking home from work
>Whore pony appears
>She is trying to smile seductively
>"Looking for a g..good time?" she stutters
>She smells bad and is involuntarily shaking, probably from drug use or hunger
>"Er, no thanks"
>She breaks down
>"P-Please Mr Anon, I'm so hungry! I'll do anything you want, any fantasy no matter how weird. Please I'm so hungry"
>You look at the pathetic mess for a moment
>"Alright, I'll give you something to eat..."
>*unzips dick*
>"Suck it hard and a protein meal will come out"
>She looks in disgust at your dick
>But then her empty stomach rumbles again
>Even a just few drops of anons cum now seems appetizing to her
 
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>Anon becomes homeless for some reason
>comes across whore pony
>Anon is far better off than whore pony, despite still being homeless
>gets a hoofjob out of sheer curiosity
>"What the fuck, it's like I'm putting my dick in a pair of clamps, who would pay 5 bits for this shit"
>brings his box and sets it right on the other side of the street to whore pony
>charges 5 bits a handjob
>one month later, Anon is swimming in bits
>gets enough bits from handjobs alone that he doesn't even need to get a "proper" job
>every now and then he gets some of his regulars to come with him to whore pony's box and reenact http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UcinVOabRW8
 
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>You nervously approach the box, bits clanging against each other in your pocket
>At the sound of dosh the whorepony's head lifts, the slightest light added to her eyes before she remembers what she must do to get any of it
>Once you reach the box you look down into the sad blue eyes of the pony before you and are struck with the feeling that "Lemme ave a sniffa dat ass biatch!" was not how you should phrase your request
>you stand awkwardly above the box thinking of what to say
>"W-what is it you want sir?" the pony asks, becoming more and more nervous the longer you are standing over her
...err can I maybe sniff your err... cutiemark?
>silence
>"My what?"
Your cutie mark. I want to sniff your, err, cutie mark. Yeah. That.
>A look of shock, followed by a look of anger flashes across the whore pony's face, before both emotions are washed away by a sea of overwhelming sadness
>You are now standing above a bawling cum crusted mare asking why the world is so cruel
>Suddenly remember the pony has no mark
>Realise she thinks you are just there to tease her
>Realise you are a tremendous douchenozzle
> Walk away from the box, head hung low the entire way home
>Your only consolation is that the spaghetti that flowed from your pockets will likely feed the poor pony for days
 
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>be Afternoon Delight
>having a usual day, 10, 12 ish customers.
>see that human coming
>perk up a little, heard about what he did for that other whorse Morning Glory
>looking forward to that warm meal and shower already.
>"what can I do for you?"
"I'll pay you 3 bits to smell your ass."
>what?!
>"what?"
"3 bits, your ass, my face. Yes or no?"
>you hear him jingle the bits
>"well I guess I could..."
>turn around and let him begin sniffing
>this is not what you were hoping for at all.
 
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>Be Anon
>Having a walk in the evening
>Its a nice evening
>See a box with a pony in it
>Band over to look at the pony
>'H-How can I help y-you?'
>The pony is in a box
>pony
>in a box
>Grab sticky tape
>Tape up box
>Your very own pony
>Take her home in her box
>Put the bed
>Open the box
>Somehow she is packed in with polystyrene and packing peanuts
>There's a note
'Thank you for purchasing Whore Pony. Warranty violated if she is.'
 
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>limp home after last "job" with a client
>he insisted on leaving you a "cutie mark"
>at least you made enough bits to eat for a few days
>you'll need them to recuperate after how sore he left you
>but none of that is important right now
>you'll be happy enough to be back somewhere dry and safe
>you can't feel hunger while you're asleep anyway
>a mother mouse has taken refuge from the elements in the refuse you call home
>though you can't understand her you know that she needs a safe place for her and her loved one
>even a mouse has someone they love who both loves and needs them back
>no one loves you and you have no one to love
>no one could ever love somepony who's done what you've done
>you have no right to ask anything of anyone
>you never deserved a place to hide your shame in the first place
>try to find the least saturated spot close to a building to huddle next to
>tell yourself that it's okay
>you can't feel the cold while you're asleep anyway
 
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>be boxpone
>first day at job
>trying to help out the team in anyway possible yet your unsuccesfull.
>tears run down your eyes watching your teammates gething backstabbed by spys.
>you stumble on every rocket you try to fire
>medic abaddons you after getthing tired of you killing youself when you try to load the 4th rocket.
>you get knocked out by your own rocket that got airblasted by a pyro
>you're barelly at 13 heatlh
>you try to quickly come back to your senses but when you do you just see the pyro charging at you with flamethrower shoting hot burning flames.
>This is the end for you and you know it.
>you start to feel your eyes melt by the flames that are going to overwhelm you.
>you close your eyes and wait to die
>but nothing happens
>after 5 seconds you open your eyes to see that the pyro that was going to kill you has turned into blown up bodyparts.
>confused you lookaround to see that the only thing next to you was a drunk black man with a grenade lancher.
 
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>"See you later, Carrot."
>Mr Cake nervously fumbles with his hat and leaves without saying goodbye
>Another ten in the jar, with something extra coming her way
>A pony slinks out of the shadows, from hiding in between trash cans
>"Did he?"
>The tired whore smiles and nods at the young pony in the black hoodie
>Her next mark's excited giggles drowned out the bits falling in the jar
>The full 'anything', twenty bits every three nights
>This little stranger always paid in advance too
>The slut turns around in her little box, ponying up to the hoodie
>Hoodie's little snout scrunches in excitement as she tugs on her drawstrings, breathing heavily as she leans in close
>She kisses the whores snatch
>And starts sucking and kissing deeply
>Whore giggles and stamps her hoof
>Hoodie's tongue is soft and ticklish on her bruised snatch and its worn out hotspots
>Sucking and licking and slurping, thirsty for every bit of cum and cunt she can lap up
>Soon the box pony is licked clean
>Business as usual
>She feigns no affection as she turns around and gets comfortable to wait for her next caller
>Neither does hoodie waste any time, licking her lips hungrily as she trots off wishing for a missed spot of cum in her wet whiskers
>"Goodnight Twilight"
>"Goodnight Glory hole"
 
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>Life's been so hard since you had him.
>"Mom!"
>It's not your fault though, you had nothing else to do.
>"Mooom!"
>You were short on bits... It's what any other mother would do.
>"Mom? You here?"
>Right?
>"Mom, where are you?"
>Maybe you shouldn't have let him cum inside.
>"I'm hungry, what's for dinner?"
>That was six years ago... Six years of your life you've lived off this stallion.
>"Mommy!"
>It seems like the perfect life, but not with the way he's treated you.
>You've been no more than a piece of meat for him.
>"Mom?"
>And now you're pregnant for the second time.
>"Why are you standing on that chair?"
>You won't make the same mistake again.
>You kick the chair back and the rope tightens.
 
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>be whore pone
>torrential downpour is all but disintegrating your box around you
>here comes that funny green two-legged thing
>he's holding an umbrella as he sidles up to you whistling to himself
>he looks at you with a smile as he holds the umbrella over you
>smile back up at him
"Now that it's raining more than ever, know that we'll still have each other"
>what is he talking about?
>tilt your head up at him quizzically
>he crouches down, staring into your eyes as he shields you from the rain
"You can stand under my umbrella"
>"t..thanks..."
"You can stand under my umbrella"
>"Yeah you already said tha-"
"-ella-ella"
>"...are you okay?"
"Eh, eh, eh"
>he leans in closer to you
"Under my umbrella"
>"..."
"ella, ella, eh, eh, eh"
>"This is really strange, I don't know if-"
"Under my umbrella"
>he puts his free hand on your head and strokes your mane
"ella"
"ella"
"eh"
"eh"
"eh"
>buck him in the shin and run away. What a fucking weirdo.
 
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>Life's been so hard since you had him.
>"Mom!"
>It's not your fault though, you had nothing else to do.
>"Mooom!"
>You were short on bits... It's what any other mother would do.
>"Mom? You here?"
>Right?
>"Mom, where are you?"
>Maybe you shouldn't have let him cum inside.
>"I'm hungry, what's for dinner?"
>That was six years ago... Six years of your life you've lived off this stallion.
>"Mommy!"
>It seems like the perfect life, but not with the way he's treated you.
>You've been no more than a piece of meat for him.
>"Mom?"
>And now you're pregnant for the second time.
>"Why are you standing on that chair?"
>You won't make the same mistake again.
>You kick the chair back and the rope tightens.
 
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>"The usual, Anon?"
>You look her right in the eyes
>Rain wets your face
>She looks at you, her false smile slowly falling
"Not today."
>Frightened she raises up
>Her legs are tired and fucked silly, she is too sluggish to react in time
>You put the gun to your head
 
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>You and Soarin walk down the park as you scan the brush, he notices you looking and smiles, "What? See a cute mare?"
"Kinda."
>Spotting Morning Glory, you smile at her as she smiles back before trotting over, "Hey, its my favorite customer."
"Hey, so uhhh, you wanna go see a movie this weekend?"
>"Well, I did have a prior engagement, but what the hay, I can just make it a quickie in the bathroom anyway."
"Cool, see ya at 8?"
>"8 sounds perfect, I'll get the popcorn, my treat."
"I'll bring the hand sanitizer."
>She walks away as Soarin wretches, "Dude, you're dating a whorse?"
"Nah man, she's really sweet. I'm convincing her to move in with me, ya know, be my full time mare."
>"Thats gross dude, I'd get my dick check if I was you."
"Ah c'mon, you're being uptight. Who cares about her past? And besides, I already run weekly checkups on her."
>"Whatever man, I wouldnt do it."
>A few more steps, a human female comes up to Soarin, "Hey, my favorite gentlecolt caller. How are ya?"
>"Great! You still wanna come over..for dinner?"
>"Sure, if I'm not a burden."
>"Not at all, I'll see you at 6?"
>"Sounds nice."
>She walks away as you wretch.
"Dude! She fucked a black guy back on earth."
>Today was a "You are so in the right on this one." kinda day.
 
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>give her 20 bits
>make her follow you home
>tell her she will get food, a bed, and some dignity
>all she has to do is stay here and fuck me when I give her 20 bits
>when she gets comfortable, if she can go and find a job, obviously, she can refuse my bits and the D
>tell her forcing her to live with me is my fetish, and as long as I am paying her, she said she'd do anything
 
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>Lose virginity to whorepony
>Visit her every day
>Girlfriend experience is so convincing you start to fall in love
>Todays the day when you ask her to move out of her snail-eaten box and in with you
>Walking towards her box, hear noises and movement
>Shit... she's with another client
>About to turn away when you hear her talking
>She's using all the same cute and sexy lines she says to you
>Heart starts breaking
>Run home crying
 
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"20 bits anything huh..."
>"Y-yep, anything at all, heh..."
"Come with me."
>"That's 5 bits extra."
"I... wait what?"
>"Sorry, hooker joke."
"Oh, I get it, ha."
later that day...
>"You want me to make you study?"
"Yup, I got an exam tomorrow and I'm procrastinating really hard."
>"How hard can you be procrastinating that you have to go and pay someone to make you study?"
"Hard enough that I went out and bought a hooker."
>"...Point taken."
"huehuehue."
>"What?"
"Oh that wasn't another hooker pun?"
>"...Oh now I get it. har har. Get back to wor- is that porn!?"
"yeah."
>"Why are you looking at porn!?"
"Because this computer has an internet connection."
 
And they were the hardest 20 bits the whorepony ever earned.
 
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>Be Morning Glory
>Laying in my box trying to ignore the taste in my mouth
>Hear voices nearby, maybe another customer?
>Try not to shudder at the thought of another customer
>Oh, it's a pair of mares, one a unicorn with a lyre cutiemark and an earth pony with some sweets for hers
>Looks like eating can wait until tomorrow then I guess
>Notice the unicorn has stopped and is looking at me
>Notice she has saddlebags filled with groceries, maybe if I beg I can get some food
"Please Miss, can I have some food?"
>She looks towards her companion before smirking and pulling out a banana from her saddlebag and peeling it
>"You can have this if you can swallow it whole without chewing."
>It looks small enough for you to do that honestly, it's much smaller than a stallion's...
>I nod at the unicorn, who levitates the fruit into my mouth
>The unicorns companion has now notices she has stopped and is walking back
>"Lyra what exactly are you doing?"
>Ignoring her I tilt my head back and start swallowing. I struggle a little bit but manage to hide it for the most part.
>Some stallions don't like it when I gag.
>Once I finish I look back at the two mares
>The unicorn turns to her companion with a smug grin
>"My horn is much smaller than that banana! You could totally take my horn if you just tried!"
>The earth pony's face turns even more sour and she grabs the unicorns ear in her mouth before pulling her away
>"Buck you Lyra."
>"I'm just saying, Sparklers girlfriend does it for her."
>"shut up Lyra!"
>Well That was hardly the weirdest thing ive done for food
>But that was still kinda weird
>As they disappear around a corner I lay back down in my box, happier knowing my stomach wont hurt so much tonight
 
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>"Oh, hey Anon. The usual?"
>Her voice brings you back to the present
>You were about to walk past her box without even noticing she was there
>Sighing, you nod and fish out 20 bits
>Morning Glory smiles half-heartedly as she gets up to follow you home
>Once you're in your office, she starts telling you more about herself
>The idea was once that you could show other ponies that she was just as human (pony?) as they are
>But when all of the ideas she'd given you for stories had fallen through and money stopped coming in, you decided to keep hiring her
>She's one of the more interesting ponies you've met
>Hell, in magic rainbow horse universe, anything dark or sad is interesting
>She was just excited to know that someone wanted to learn more about her
>You dictate nearly everything she has to say before your hour and a half is over
>As she takes her leave, you try to tip her another 5 bits
>"Try" being the keyword
>She always politely declines
 
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>FUCK
>HERE HE COMES AGAIN
>JUST PRETEND YOU'RE ASLEEP
>"Oh, Delight~"
>STAY STILL
>"I have more bits for you"
>BE STRONG
>OH GOD HE POKED ME
>"I know you're awake, little horsey"
>FUCKING DAMNIT I TWITCHED DIDN'T I
>"I need help with these math problems"
>"C'mon Delight, I know you can help me"
>"You're the only reason I'm not failing precalc yet"
>GO AWAY ALREADY
>"If a bird is flying North 47 East at 5 miles per hour, and wind is coming from South 62 West at 12 miles per hour, what is the true course and ground speed of the bird?"
>WHY DOESN'T HE GET THESE CONCEPTS YET
>Hour 2
>I haven't so much as responded to Anon, yet he hasn't left
>All attempts to ignore him seem futile
>I've also noticed that a few regulars have passed up my services today
>Perhaps if I die, he'll finally leave me alone?
>Well, I don't really want to die, but it's on the table
>Hour 3
>Seriously what the fuck
>May as well just help him and get it over with
>Hour 4
>Still not done helping
>No end in sight
>Hour 4.5
>Finally got my money
>Lost approximately 60 bits with him here today
>I fucking hate Anon
 
>Today, Anon is out on vacation
>Praise be to Celestia
>Maybe I'll get some business today
 
>3 days later
 
>Anon isn't back yet
>None of my clients have been around
>I'm down to my last 15 bits, which is barely enough to let me eat for today
>What the hell is going on?
 
>2 days later
 
>Anon is back.
>Fuck.
>Have to help him with more homework
>Go and buy food immediately afterwards
>See a regular there
>Ask him where he's been and why he hasn't been around
>Turns out Anon brought him and a few other stallions out for vacation
>All of them were regulars
>All of them met escorts who meet their needs better than I do
>Fucking Anon.
 
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>Anon is back again
>Think he's about to ask for more help with homework
>Nope
>He's paying me to help set up for his band tonight
>Surely he must be jesting
>Oh
>He's serious
>Something about battle of the bands at his high school
>Come up with plan
>Tells me he plays guitar
>Thank you based Celestia
>Help set up before their show
>Wait for plan to come to fruition
>Watch band fail
>A few strings on Anon's guitar break during a solo, 2 come up and cut him on the cheek
>Satisfying amount of blood coming from the green guy's face
>See a single tear trail down his face
>He goes to the hospital
>Throughout the rest of the battle of the bands, he's made fun of for not being punk rock enough
>High schoolers are harsh
>The next day, he tells me he was kicked out of the band
>He doesn't know I messed with his strings
>I think I ended up ruining any chance he had at his dreams of being famous with his friends
>Imokaywiththis.png
>Anon keeps damaging business
>And I'm not entirely sure if he's aware of it
>Yesterday he smeared egg yolks in my hair for "aesthetic reasons"
>I'm still trying to get a good amount of it out
>Half of my clients could smell me from several feet away
>Most of the ponies who walked down my alley have literally gagged
>What the fuck, Anon
 
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>"Oh hey Anon. The usual?"
"Yeah"
>She walked with Anon back to his house and changed into the white dress in his bathroom
>She emerged with a wide grin and said
>"Oh Anon, you've made the happiest mare in Equestria"
>Anon smiled back and scooped her into his arms
"The bed chamber awaits M'lady"
>Anon carried her into his room and put onto the bed with a pomf
>"Oh Anon, please be gentle, this is my first time
"I could never hurt you, Glory"
>With the dress on the floor and fluids spilled the brown mare gathered up her bits and gave Anon a peck on the cheek.
>'See you next week, my love'
"Y-you too" anon said with a tear
 
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>'The usual Anon'?
Yeah tonight at 10 as always
>Morning gave a smile and started going through her notebook, ever since Anon started paying her to DM his D&D sessions she felt a passion she never experienced before
>I may even finally get my cutie mark she thought with a giggle
>later
>Glory at the head of the table behind her gm screen
>Anon, Spike, Snips, and Snails, in rapture at her prowess, never railroading them, always tough but fair
>After a mind blowing session Anon sees her to the door
Amazing as always, Glory. I cant believe I critted on that athletics check and backflipped over orge knocking him into the pit
>'To be honest with your athletics skill that was the only way you could have succeeded', she said with a giggle
You know, you dont have to leave yet, maybe we could, you know
>'You know I wont fuck you on game nights, Anon'
>'Tonight, Im not just a whore. I am the dungeon master'
>days later
>'Oh hey Anon, I know you're not here for the usual today'
'Well, I was hoping you could roll up a character and that maybe...Maybe maybe we could have sex as our characters'
>'larp sex?'
'Y-yeah'
>'Anon, Galstaff, doesnt have enough charisma to have sex with any character that I would be willing to play'
'What if I rolled a twenty on my check?'
>She rolled her eyes
'How about I pay you double?'
>'Oh Galstaff is that a rod of seduction in your robes' she said alluringly
 
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>"Hey Anon, the usual?"
>You chuckle and pat Morning on the head, eliciting a giggle form her
"No, not today, Morning."
>"Daring today, are we?"
"No, it's just a special day today, and I wanted to try something new today."
>Morning tilted her head a bit in confusion
>So cute
>"Really? What's so special about today?"
>You grin
"It's my birthday today."
>"Oh, happy birthday, Anon!"
>She comes out of her box and hugs your leg
>You can't help but smile at the adorable little pony
>"So, what'd you have in mind for today, Anon?"
>Your smile turns into a devilish grin
"No no, Morning, not 'Anon'."
>She looks up at you with a confused look
"Call me brother."
 
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>You werent sure what to say when Anon asked for dinosaur play
>You didnt know what dinosaur meant or what he expected from you
>But a mare's gotta eat
>Back at his place he gave you an outfit to put on and told you to just wing it and that it would be fine
>It turns out he gave you a dragon costume
>With your face poking out of mouth you find Anon in his living room wearing something that kind of looked like a daring do outfit, and had a white beard, glasses, and a cane
>'Anon, I'
"Shhhhh. Dinosaurs cant talk."
>Unsure of what to do, you walk over and start taking off his pants
>Pants on the ground, you start to work his erection free with your muzzle and as it springs loose it bops you in the nose
"Clever girl"
 
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>The flavour of stale cum is just starting to vanish from your mouth
>These damn perverts pay you to do so much degrading work..
>Your half-empty bag of bits jingles as you trot
>You arrive at your destination: a small diner
>Only buy a bottle of water and a dandelion sandwich
>You have your meal in relative solitude
>There's a band playing outside, but you don't mind
>It's almost relaxing
>A faint feeling of nostalgia nearly comes over you, but you brush it away
>No need in reliving times long past
>You finish your sandwich, pay, and leave a tip
>As soon as you get out of the diner and begin trotting home, your ears become filled with the wall of sound produced by the nearby marketplace
>However, you can still hear somepony ask a question
>"Excuse us ma'am, do you have any bits to spare?"
>To your surprise, you look down to see a white-coated unicorn filly
>There's a small pale next to her with only a hoofful of bits
"Sure, just give me a moment," you say, feigning a smile
>You pull out a few bits, probably 5 or 6, and put them in her container
>You probably only have enough money for something small later today
>"Thank you! Please take this," she says as she floats a small piece of paper into your bag
>You see two more fillies with pales pretty far down the path...
>The rest of the way to your box is undisturbed
>You decide to read the paper the filly gave you
>"Thank you for donating to the Freedom From Poverty campaign! This campaign partners with both local and international companies to get food and other necessities to those who desperately need it..."
>There are more words on the page, but you can't keep reading
>It's the first time you've smiled today
>And it hurts
 
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