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// Rhapsody// Story: Left With A Kiss// by Comet Burst//------------------------------//

Rhapsody: a state of overwhelming, pleasurable emotion



	Nightfall was always my favorite time of the day. It was amazing to see the sun sink down, bathing the city in vibrant shades of yellow, gold, orange and red, leading up to the dark cover of night sweeping them all away. It was a bit ironic, actually, since both me and Plush mimicked that pretty well. We had developed a system where she would come up to the table and act like a shy new mare before I would swoop in. She acted surprisingly well for our bit, moaning as I licked her neck and stiffening up when I would sniff her. She even shivered when I did my fake bite on her neck, driving the stallions wild. We must have raked in at least three times the bits I usually got.

	However, like all good things, we had to end it at closing time. I was quite proud of myself and so was Glimmer, admiring how many bits we had made.

	"Sweet Celestia," she gasped, her eyes glittering, "How much is that?"

	"Seven hundred and sixty four bits," I stated proudly, "That means I take home three hundred and eighty two."

	Glimmer kept staring at the piles of bits, unable to look away.

	"I am so jealous of you right now," she murmured.

	I smiled triumphantly and held my head up high, proud as a phoenix.

	"Well, it's not like I got them alone," I stated proudly, "Half of the pile is for Plush."

	"Speaking of Plush,' came Saffron's voice from behind us, "Where is she?"

	I stopped and blinked twice before looking around. The bar was completely empty with just the regular crew of me, Glimmer, Saffron and three other earth pony waitresses named Misty, Spice and Moonlight. My newest partner in crime, Plush, was nowhere to be seen.

	"Plush?" I called out, looking around behind the bar and out the windows.

	"I think she needed to use the bathroom," came Misty, the light cyan earth pony waitress with a blonde mane and tail.

	I shrugged and trotted off to the rooms in the back, wanting to tell Plush about her pile of bits waiting for her. The doors to the lavatories were hidden in the back, away from prying eyes. I knew that from several experiences when my regulars tipped me especially well. I pushed the door open to the mares room, which swung open quite easily. We had magically set it up so that if anypony entered, it would be discreet. After all, it was not like we wanted to intrude upon anypony.

	I trotted in quietly, mostly due to my socks, and was about to say something when I heard a noise. There was an odd sound in the air, like something wet was being moved. I tilted my head at that and decided to investigate, wondering what Plush was up to. It wasn't a noise I recognized right away, but I leaned closer to the closed stalls, wondering if she was in there. The noise steadily grew louder as I approached the last stall, mixing into the air with some very erratic breathing.

	When I got there, I paused at the door. There were obvious signs Plush was in there. I could see the tip of her light scarlet tail from under the door, as well as the shadow of her head and mane. the wet noise also was pretty loud now, so I didn't knock. I assumed she was using the restroom and turned to leave when I heard her say something.

	"Viola..." she moaned.

	I froze at that and my eyes looked back at the door. She had just said my name out loud, meaning she had known I was here. I began to turn around when the wet noise became faster and a little more loud.

	"Viola..." Plush moaned again.

	I suddenly felt my heart skip a couple beats as my mind suddenly made tons of connections. She was in here, all alone and in a closed stall, making a weird noise and moaning my name. She couldn't possibly be doing what I thought she was doing, could she? I heard the wet noise pick up some more and swore there was something dripping in there.

	"Oh, bite me again," she whined like a little filly.

	I don't know what came over me, but I bolted from that place like a bat out of Tartarus. I wasn't sure if I had made any noise, but I didn't care. I knew what she was doing and, quite frankly, I felt like I was ready to puke. I must have scared the other mares as I came ripping around the corner, wide eyed and terrified. I stopped at the bar and began to quickly scoop my bits into my bag, ready to run off. It was Glimmer who finally spoke up as I frantically tried to put them in there.

	"What's the rush, Vi?" she asked curiously.

	I froze after that and looked around, my face wearing an expression like I was caught doing something illegal. Saffron looked back to the restrooms and back to me, a skeptic look on her muzzle.

	"What happened with Plush?" she asked coolly.

	"N-Nothing," I lied, smiling unconvincingly to her.

	Saffron's face went from skepticism to downright irritation at that, her braided mane hanging dangerously around her face.

	"What did you do to her?" she almost growled.

	"I didn't do anything!" I nearly shouted, "She was--well--she was..."

	A hoof gently set down on my shoulder, causing me to jump. I spun around, expecting to see Plush, but Glimmer's face greeted me instead. A look of concern was on her face, her beautiful teal eyes staring into mine.

	"Vi, what's wrong?" she asked softly.

	I gulped hard at that, wanting to not answer the question.

	"She was... doing stuff... in there," I mumbled out, hanging my head.

	"What do you mean by--" Glimmer started before her eyes grew wide, "Oh."

	I looked up at her with pleading eyes, wishing she would suggest we leave. After spending all day around Plush, pretending to seduce her like a vampony, and then discovering what she was doing in there had made this place very uncomfortable.

	"Wait," came Saffron's voice, "You don't know about Plush yet?"

	I spun my head to her to see a wide grin on her face. Sometimes, I really didn't like Saffron, but she had gotten my attention.

	"What am I supposed to know about her?" I asked pointedly.

	Saffron giggled a bit before answering.

	"Well, Plush is... kinda into mares... as well as stallions," she choked out, repressing a laugh.

	I stood there dumbstruck when I had heard that. Plush was into mares? Into me? I felt my chest grow tight as my vision started to spin. I repositioned my hooves and took deep breaths, trying to calm myself down. There was no doubt in my mind now as to what she was doing in that stall.

	"Hey, you were the one who was teasing her all day," Saffron said with a smug smile and turned around, "If you aren't interested in her, you need to tell her that. Otherwise, she'll try it on you."

	I gasped for more air when she said that, earning a fair amount of chastising from Glimmer. Deciding it was best for me to get some fresh air, Glimmer lead me outside where I hyperventilated until a third pony came out.

	"Hey, Viola?" came Plush's voice, "Are you okay?"

	My eyes must have been the size of dinner plates, because Glimmer noticed instantly.

	"I'm just, ah," Glimmer began, moving towards the door, "I'll just leave you two alone."

	Plush followed her to the door with her eyes before turning back to me and smiling weakly. I was terrified as she came up and sat down in front of me, blushing like she had when we had done our bit.

	"So, uh, today was pretty good," she began lamely, unable to look me in the eyes, "Thank you again for letting me work with you."

	I tried to work out a sentence, but all that came out were some weird gurgling noises.

	"Well, I kinda wanted to ask you something," Plush mumbled, "You see, I was wondering if you were, uh, doing anything later?"

	I felt my heart stop at that. Was she seriously about to invite me over to her place?"

	"I was kinda, ah, hoping to learn, um,m-more from you."

	My brain felt like it was frozen, unable to form a cohesive thought. Plush glanced at my eyes quickly before looking down and blushing some more, rubbing one of her black and gray socked hooves against her opposite foreleg.

	"Um, I'm sorry, but-t I got some, er, previous plans," I lied.

	I could see the disappointment cross Plush's face as she looked up at me, the radiant blush still on her face. I also noticed she was wearing her vibrant blue lipstick.

	"Oh, I see," she replied glumly, "Well, I suppose that can't be helped. I'll just have to learn more from you another time."

	She smiled at me, closing her eyes and showing off some glittering blue eye-shadow. I could see why the stallions liked her in the 'virgin' role from that. She looked so young and innocent, it was hard to believe she was in a line of work like me. She opened her eyes halfway and kept smiling at me, making me feel a little more than uncomfortable.

	"Hey, can I try something on you?" she asked sweetly, "I've been practicing and want to know if I got it right. You know, because you're the one who leaves ponies with a kiss."

	I said nothing as she leaned closer to me, her eyes not breaking contact with mine. The blush was still on her face, but less vibrant. I tensed as she approached my neck, wishing I would say something. It felt weird and wrong to have a mare leaning into my neck, but I couldn't stop her. It was then I felt her lipstick covered lips meet the hair on my neck.

	I almost couldn't believe how soft Plush's lips were. The kiss she was planting on my neck was so much more smooth and gentle than any stallion ever had given me. Her positioning couldn't have been better either, since she was placing it directly on the soft piece of flesh that covered my arteries. Her lips sent what felt like electricity through my spine, causing me to stiffen more and inhale sharply. I began to feel my hind leg quiver as she kept her lips there. It hadn't occurred to me that Plush was good at this.

	As if she knew what I was thinking, Plush pulled away slowly, making sure to leave her blue lip stain on my neck. She also blew on the spot gently as she backed away, making it feel like she was still there. I lowered my head to her, my jaw tight against my skull, as she opened her eyes to look at me, her lips still partially puckered.

	"So, how was that?" she asked innocently.

	I closed my eyes and tried to think of something professional to say. My workmate, who I had barely known for more than today, had just laid a kiss on my neck in an attempt to copy me. I wasn't sure if I should have been grossed out or flattered, so I said nothing. Plush looked a little crestfallen at me, but smiled anyway.

	"Well, it's late and you got plans," she said brightly, standing up, "I'll be heading home, so see you later!"

	With that, she trotted off towards the black shadows and yellow lights of the city, disappearing in seconds while I just say in the same spot, trying to get my thoughts together. I was totally not into mares and I had used Plush to get more tips out of my regulars, so why was she acting like she wanted to have me come home with her? I even flat out told her I liked stallions over mares!

	Frustrated, I stood up and spread my bat wings. I had no idea why Plush had taken our little act seriously and now I needed to get her off my mind. I knew of only one way to push that psychotic mare out of my thoughts; to have a nice, long rut with a stallion. Glimmer came out and said something as I took off, but it was lost to the wind in my ears. I was heading off to find one, scowling as I went. Plush was a mood killer, not just for stallions, but for me as well. I was so proud of what I had accomplished today, but it was all ruined in less than twenty minutes.



	I didn't have to search long or hard to find myself a willing volunteer. At my favorite hangout, several pretty drunk stallions were at the bar. I recognized two of them, former lovers of mine who had failed to impregnate me. Still, there were at least two there I hadn't tried yet, so I was easily able to pick one of them up. I pretended to be as drunk as they were, making it easy for them to believe I was interested in them. I laughed with one of them, danced a bit to the music and eventually wound up making out with him near the door. He was a drooler, which I really didn't like. However, when you have a problem like I did, you didn't argue.

	"Hey, babeh," he slurred drunkenly, "Wanna come backh to my placsh?"

	I smiled at him, seductively licking my two fangs with my outstretched tongue.

	"Isn't that what we were doing?" I asked stupidly, maintaining my image.

	He grinned wider at that and pressed his snout to my neck, allowing his unusually wet tongue to lap at my neck. It was then that I realized I hadn't removed Plush's lipstick stain. Panic welled up through my body as he tried to move closer to it. However, I calmly moved him away from that spot.

	"Hey, save some of that for your place," I cooed, "We'll need some of it."

	His place wasn't too far away, luckily for me. I didn't want to carry him the whole way, so he stumbled around for a bit and laughed at nothing. I pretended I was drunk as well, laughing stupidly and stumbling about as well. It didn't take us long to get into his place. Inside, it was an almost dingy place. There were only a few small windows that faced the sides of other buildings. The walls were an ugly shade of white, stained with various colors. Still, he wandered about to the bedroom and I saw what looked like a pretty comfortable mattress laying on the floor.

	Being drunk, he was a pretty easy sell. After he positioned himself on the 'bed', laying on his back and legs spread apart so I could see everything, I did a little dance for him. I swished my tail and rubbed my socked hooves all over my body as I floated in the air, thanks to my wings. I could tell how excited he got and that spurred me on. I also began to mutter things to him in a seductive manner, asking if he liked my body and the such. When it began to look like he was getting uncomfortable, I invited him to join me. I landed and turned around as he trotted up to me, lifting himself up and placing his hooves on my back.

	I swayed slightly with him on my back, sighing happily as I heard him gasp and groan slightly. I felt his nose poke into my mane and he breathed in deeply, the first actually sexy thing he had done up to this point. My rump gently rubbed against his belly, just out of reach for him. I felt his lips and tongue begin to explore my neck and travel down to my wings, leaving a bit of saliva the whole way. I lifted my head and sighed in an overly dramatic manner when I noticed a mirror in his room.

	The light in the room was dim, but I could see us in the mirror. He was passionately kissing the membrane of my wings, making me a little uncomfortable. However, my eyes locked onto something small and blue, Plush's lipstick stain. I was unable to look away from that and the memory of her kissing my flooded into my mind. The stallion's lips were much coarser and less gentle than hers and, pretty soon, I found myself wondering just what it would feel like to have Plush here now. I closed my eyes and imagined the sensation she had left on my neck on my wings. Instantly, the stallion's sloppy kissing was replaced by Plush's soft lips and I felt myself stiffen up.

	I knew it was wrong to think about that. I wanted a foal, even if it meant I had to endure some pretty terrible evenings. Still, there was something electric about imagining Plush kissing my wings and, not long after that, I felt the stallion lean in closer to my ear.

	"Mmm, I can schmell you," he murmured, hoping that would turn me on some more.

	My eyes nearly popped out of my skull at that. I didn't know if that was the alcohol in his system talking or if it meant I was getting more turned on by fantasizing about Plush, but I shook my head and smiled back at him. With a practiced maneuver, I slid my forehooves out and wiggled my rump at him.

	"Then do something about it," I cooed to him.

	With that, Plush exited my mind.