Orchid: 150 bits

Ponyville during the night. Chilly but not too cold. At least not if you've put together enough bits for the evening. And by that I mean complying to whatever your customer asked of you. If you've worked hard enough, you might be able to scrape by for a night at the cheap motel. If not, you're in for a cold breeze between your legs whenever you try the first out of forty blinks for the night. Maybe I'm being too harsh, or perhaps I'm not harsh enough. Whatever you might think, this was my life from the very beginning.

It was the usual evening for me in the dark alley. Right next to the nice confectionery where regular ponies went to buy sweets for their foals or just something to snack on as a reward for their 'hard work' as they like to call it. I didn't like this spot. Too many foal-fiddlers hanging around waiting for their underage victims to come too close without their parents. And now I wasn't too harsh. Living in the illusion that everypony is your friend is a Celestia-damned way of being harsh. Reality in a nutshell, I'm telling you...

"Hey, tramp! Are you listening to me?" somepony asked me in a not so nice way while I dreamed away my eyes at the candy decorated roof. I turned back to him and inhaled deeply to catch the night air. It was a stallion, covered in blue with a mane in an even lighter blue. He didn't look so happy, more like he was going to smack me. Who did he think I was, his daughter asking for money to buy booze?

"I'm sorry, honey. Just checking for any patrols" I said while flinging my mane to the side, giving the filthy cod something to grow his boner at before returning my temporary attention to him. "What was that again?".

He sighed and glanced over his shoulder, obviously not feeling very safe either. "I asked what your rates are".

"Oh, that's right. 150 bits and I'm all... yours" I said with a flirtatious caress across his cheek, smiling seductively to ensure him the good night I promised. He raised an eyebrow at me, not very promising for me.

"One hundred and fifty?" he repeated and scratched his neck. "Heh, no offense but you look more like a... sixty or something".

I stared at him for a second before bursting out in laughter. Sixty bits? He seriously didn't understand what I was talking about here, minding that confused look in his eyes. I cut off the fake laughter and looked him dead in the eyes.

"Seriously, sweetie: no quick jobs, favors or credit. You pay one-fifty, you get the whole package. Including the worst you can imagine putting inside me. Pay up or get out of my muzzle" I told him, putting him in his place as a cod.

He stared at me for a good long while, giving me the look of a shocked stallion who apparently only had dealt with small fry before going to me.

"The... t-the whole...?".

"Oral, anal, three-way, choking, torture, rape, facial, cream pie, food play, wax...". Pause for inhale. "... and whatever comes before or after that".

He kept staring at me like he'd seen a ghost. Didn't take too long until he shook his head and said this was probably a bad idea. I'd like to agree with him if it weren't for the fact that I needed the money. Sucks that I have my standards, then. But what can you do about it, standards are what makes you who you are. As he scurried away from the alley, I sighed and took a break.

I walked out on the main street of my little town, Ponyville. In difference from Sugarcube Corner, I liked the town in general. Many ponies to see, meet and talk with. And even though it wasn't a very big town, you always saw somepony new on the streets.

And who the fuck am I, I asked myself. A regular, dark purple mare in her early age, wandering around Ponyville, which has a low criminal rate, trying to make herself some bits any way she could. My job isn't the cleanest, nor the prettiest. It's an independent job, long hours, same shit every day, bad salary and no such thing as a health insurance. I make stallions out of colts and then skin them on bits, spreading myself one hindleg at a time.

A prostitute. Or the more common phrase, whorse.

I looked up at Luna's moon after a bit of walking and then remained at my spot, sitting down alongside a river at the outskirts of Ponyville. This place would be good to take care of business, but it takes too long getting here, and nopony can hear you scream if it gets nasty. The cods would be suspicious too, thinking I'm a jail bait with the guards snooping around close by.

Sucks to be me, I actually was waiting for the guards. Not to arrest me if I was lucky, but for something else. The moon couldn't get any higher, and I was running out of patience. Fifteen minutes overdue already. Fifteen minutes I could have used to suck off a colt and make him cum twice.

"Who goes there?" a deep voice asked from the shadows. I stood up on all four and turned towards where it came from, realizing I hadn't been waiting for nothing. Three guards, all in the colors of white with golden armors over their bodies and heads. Two pegasi and one unicorn, the pointy-headed one being the leader, I supposed. Facial hair was a lacking on all of them; they could have likewise been siblings if it weren't for the races.

"Hello" I responded, immediately approached by the three males looking way more serious than they had to be. "Glad you could come so soon".

They all glanced at each other before the unicorn took a step towards me, looking a bit disappointed with my features such as mane, tail and flank. Colt he was fast.

"Are you Orchid? The pony who wanted to see us?" he asked, reminding me deeply just how awful it was to get interrogated by one of them. When I nodded, he continued to show off his high standards which I didn't give a horse's ass about. "Do you have any idea what risks you are taking contacting me? I'm a very busy pony and don't have time for small fry such as yourself".

Heh... small fry. Long time since I heard somepony calling me that. Back then, I was one of those the blue pony from earlier used to buy.

"Save the stallionhood for the wife, she's the only one I know who likes small fry so far" I said back without regrets.

The stallions in the back circled their lips, knowing I just burned their friend. He narrowed his eyes at me, radiating just how serious he was about his previous words. "Cocky mouth you got there. But of course, you are what you eat... slut".

I looked away from him, not very surprised that he knew. Still, he had to shove it in my face.

"Yeah, I know who you are. Quite known on the streets, that cutie-mark of yours is the best way to recognize it" he continued with his eyes glued on the lipstick kiss on my flank. He soon turned back to me. "That's what makes it harder to understand why somepony like you would want to see me. I can put you in prison for a long time, sweetheart... a long time".

After his show-off, I crooked my lips. He didn't impress me so far either, but I knew who he was.

Sergeant Tenacity. Rumored as the black sheep among the guards. If those rumors were correct, he was involved in a lot such as bribery, blackmailing, assaults and even murder. It was true he had been charged for being bribed, but the evidences weren't enough and the only witness had mystically 'disappeared' the day before going to court.

A corrupt bastard, in other words.

"I called because I heard you're the one who can help me" I stated calmly, keeping my eyes posted on any nearby peeping toms.

"Might be... might be not. Depends on what you're talking about, feather-hoof" he answered with a trace of self-esteem pouting out from his chest.

I closed my eyes for a second. I just had to go through all of this one more time. So I'm standing here, trying to talk a corrupt guard into helping a whorse who he could kick into jail any second, because I wanted to ask for help? In any other concept, I'd be forced to wear a tattoo on my forehead saying 'will fuck for brain'.

For a second, I started to think like my would-be customer earlier. Was this a bad idea? Didn't matter, I knew I had to try.

My mouth opened and didn't stop moving until I was finished. I didn't tell him about my reasons nor my intentions, only the fact that this thing I asked for was important. Sargent Tenacity listened carefully until the end and nodded. The two in the back row didn't seem very interested in what I said, but their ears revealed they were listening. Finally, Tenacity looked in the corner of his eyes and thought.

"That's an... unusual request. You sure about this?" he said self-confidentially, maintaining his look meant to put a barrier of hierarchy between us. I had never sealed a deal with a guard before, especially not a corrupt one. But when it came to what I wanted, I could hardly call it a risk...

I nodded in a sigh, behaving like I already had regretted my decision. Sargent Tenacity rubbed his chin, cooking up the perfect idea to use this to his advantage. Not that I was a mind reader, it was just ridiculously easy to see where his thoughts were going. He glanced back at his comrades and then turned back his smiling muzzle. "Alright... I think I can do that. Not that understand why you'd want me to...".

"So you're gonna tell me to bend over or what?" I cut off, crooking an eyebrow in an attempt to play bad-flank. Yeah, I might behave cool and all that, but in reality... I was scared.

"Wohow! Easy, little miss. I might just forget your little request and park your rear so deep in the dungeon you can take the wall up your ass" he stated while leaning forward to up me in place. I'll be honest, I felt pathetic after being so bossy earlier now when I was reduced to a scared little filly again. His eyes were uncomfortable, the kind of eyes that only sees you as meat and nothing else. I prefer them shy and careful, not overly dominant and abusive.

"But now when you mention it... I was just thinking about what you could do for us. You see, tramp..." he began and walked around me in a circle. "I have a very, very tight schedule to fit. I got streets to patrol, criminals to catch, troops to train, princesses' asses to shove my muzzle up in, and in worst case... personal business to attend".

He stopped right next to me, smiling innocently as he leaned down his head to my level.

"I'll let you in on a secret. I got other ponies asking for favors nearly every bucking day. I'm kind of a 'godfather', doing favor in return for favors. Most ponies comply to my terms and conditions... but not all of them" he said before the next pause and walked up in front of me again.

"So lately I've added a new policy to my services. Now I demand payment in advance. And in your case... heh, I'm not gonna say more except... surprise me, bitch".

He was finally done with his long-winded speech. Okay, so he had made it clear I'd have to do something right now for my request to not end up as a note in a bottle thrown in an ocean of notes in bottles. And then even more to not be forgotten like keys on the table.

I looked him in the eyes and tried to stay focused. He was serious business, no halfhearted dedications to his job as a professional cold-blood. I had to eat my own words and pay up now...

"So how's it gonna be, miss Orchid" he asked using my real name instead of a degrading nickname for once. He didn't have to tell me twice, I got the message. But I couldn't help feeling nervous about it. Not like me, on the edge of hesitation to do something I had done so many times before. Come on, Orchid... it's just another cock for you to swallow. What are you waiting for. Waiting for? I'm waiting for all of this to end.

Imagine if all problems could be solved by waiting. Shit, that would be boring

I walked up to him, doing my best to ignore the audience waiting for the show to get on the road. Tenacity smiled disgustingly in the corner of his mouth, expecting me to do my job as a good cock-whorse. When I got close enough to him, he stood up on his hindlegs and laid his hooves on my head. I saw the thick thing coming out from his inside, a sign of big size to come. My left hoof reached out and grabbed it using the fetlock.

He sighed silently, probably smiling peacefully while his arousal gathered up in the appendage I jerked off. Smooth movements to warm him up, careful stroking and a quick lick on the tip. He inhaled deeply right in time for his cock to grow stiff. It was at that moment I just got proof of just how big he was. My hoof wasn't big enough to grasp even half of his dick, so I had no choice but to sit down on my haunches and use the other fore hoof too. I could jerk it off properly again, dragging my fetlocks over the entire length while panting on the tip like I actually was horny.

"You're doing good so far, I'll give you that..." he complimented, licking his lips afterward.

I glanced quickly at the side where is friends stood. They were still standing and waiting, not showing off the slightest sign of anticipation or interest. I was kind of relaxed, but still nervous when seeing them. Moments like this it was annoying to know you'd better focus on the task ahead. His throbbing stallionhood was waiting, after all.

I opened my mouth wide and stuck out my tongue, putting the tip of his cock as far back as possible on my tongue before lapping all over the flat head. My breath fanned over the shaft, showing a faked need for his sex in my mouth, like I worshiped every inch of meat I was about to take inside. My eye-lids fell down as I sealed my lips around him. The tongue shot up on his underside, laying itself like a bed as I pressed my muzzle forward. Teeth separated nicely to let more inside, squeezing the tongue harder against the shaft, moving the forelegs closer towards his loins, and the warm exhale through my snout.

I stopped moving forward and sucked like it was a big straw in my mouth. My lips struggled to remain where they were until I moved too far back, nearly leaving Tenacity's cock. But I moved forward again, preparing to take another inch down my throat and moan in the meantime.

"Holy shit, guys. This bitch knows what she's doing" the Sargent 'complimented' me again, putting up a good act that he actually enjoyed this. I was at least pretty sure he just faked it. No matter what, I had to keep up my effort to the job.

Based on what I know from most of my old customers, going deep as soon as possible isn't the best idea. It gives off to easy that I've done it hundreds of times before. Ponies want innocence and purity in the mare they fuck. A mare used to sex is not nearly as attractive compared to a virgin. Virgins don't know anything, they are precious objects you can use and abuse since it's their first experience with a cock. However, it's hot if they prove to like it their first time.

Stallions are such perverted creatures...

I bobbed my head back and forth, letting out small groans every now and then. I looked up at Tenacity as my eyes changed into what you'd call puppy-eyes. We connected with me down on my haunches, sucking his cock like a foal's lollipop, and him standing high like a statue of pride. He cooed through his teeth, resisting to break out into a full-out moaning. I took another inch inside, sinking towards his base slowly and pretending to react by whimpering a little. We both knew it was all act, and pointing it out would ruin everything. Maybe I was wrong about Tenacity's act. A little disappointing minding his name.

As inch after inch carefully disappeared inside my mouth, I felt the cock hitting the roof of my mouth. I intentionally failed to hold back my gag-reflex and coughed a little. Tenacity's pride literally bathed in my saliva, something he seemed to appreciate fully. I had him under control now... or so I thought.

Right when it seemed to go smoothly my way, the two hooves on my head moved to the back of my head. Tenacity grinned evilly.

In the next second he had used full aggression in his hooves, shoving his entire size inside my mouth. My throat enlarged, easily welcoming the large cock and squeezing it firmly like a tight sock. The Sargent tilted his head back like he howled at the moon, tensing his muscles to keep me in place. My tongue was forced down, crushed beneath enough weight to break a small filly's jaw. My eyes went wide in surprise, a tear managed to squeeze out as the retching caught me off guard.

I felt my snout pressed into his crotch. He had taken a shower earlier today, because most stallions didn't smell this good between their hindlegs.

"You play good honey... you play good. But I got a feeling you can do more, so show me that you can make me cum even if I keep it like this".

I kept my puppy-eyes at him, knowing he was looking for me to break down and fail. In usual cases I would. Blowing somepony with all of his cock constantly deep down your throat is way too difficult, not to mention panicking when you can't breathe.

This was the torture part. Not so surprisingly many ponies had that hidden fetish. I could some nights end up crawling to the hospital with blood in my lungs, deep scars on my legs, covered in bruises and missing several teeth. Most mares didn't agree to it, so I was the often the one who had to take all of those customers. Have to look at it from the bright side, though. Thanks to all these experiences, I've hardened enough to withstand misbehaving ponies.

Just like I suppose a mother would say to her foal: just eat it.

I tensed my throat muscles as hard as I could, attempting to clench the swollen cock I nearly had swallowed. Tenacity bit his lower lip, surprised over the fact that I actually managed to do something else than choking. My tongue struggled to move and actually managed to slither along a short part. Saliva poured down my throat, disgusting, thick saliva mixed with a stallion's pre-cum.

By ignoring the retching in my stomach I had succeeded to build up a rhythm. My inner muscles behaved like they were swallowing and thus acted as good massages. It felt so wrong having something stuck between my lips and stomach, but as long as it just was a feeling, I had all the reasons to keep going. There was another problem, though. I was running out of air. Ever tried swallowing something big while your thoughts get blurry due to lack of oxygen? Don't.

He dug his hooves into my mane, digging all the way to my head. It hurt.

"Agh... fuck, bitch!" he yelled the same second he let loose. He couldn't push further inside me, but I felt his attempt as a weak dose of cum drenched the retching I suffered. It had traveled through his dick, thus going past my mouth, throat and basically ended up directly in my digestion. He pulled out quickly in the background of a satisfied sigh. I could finally breathe again, starting with a gasp as I fell down on my back. My eyes landed on the two watching guards standing a couple of hooves away from us. They still hadn't moved a muscle.

"Well that was... hah... something" Tenacity said as he got down on all four and wiped his forehead. He threw a warm look at me. "You're impressive... I'd say. A little too short for my taste, but I understand. Hay, I'm sure you could teach my wife a thing or two about cock-sucking, he he".

Sargent Tenacity: Grade A+ bastard.

Maybe I ain't the one to judge, you'd be surprised knowing how many of my customers are wedded husbands or wives.

I got up on my legs. My shivering, air-starved legs. Tenacity adjusted his helm while I struggled, a fact he enjoyed being part of. "Very well, I suppose we have a deal, miss Orchid".

We stared at each other for a few seconds. Enough time for him to give me one last look of domination. "I'll help you with your little request... and in return you owe me until I think its enough. You okay with that?" he asked like I had a Celestia-damned choice. He already knew how much I needed him and his bucking corruptness. Why ask?

I nodded.

"Good" he said and turned to his comrades. "I'll be in touch".

They were gone. Finally I could let out the retching, coughing and throwing up my guts on the grass...

The night had went on like all the previous ones. Luna's blessing resting high up in the darkened canopy above us all. The wind had brought me back to the dark alley where my bed waited. A rolled-up makeshift bed I had bought for my own money, hidden beneath a pile of boxes. It was dirty and messed up thanks to previous customers who didn't respect other ponies' stuff. I pushed aside the boxes and picked it up, rolled the darned thing out right next to the wall, then looked around in hope nopony was planning on stealing it. You had to be sure about everything, even where your heart was. Heart being my filthy bed.

On the wall I saw my list. A torn piece of paper stuck on a nail with a pen in a string hanging over it. That was my to-do list. Yes, very literally and even more figuratively. A couple of names had been written on it together with addresses and time.

After my reputation had been spread around Ponyville, I made sure ponies knew where to find me. If I weren't here, I was probably taking care of business, so this list was my notifier of when potential customers had passed through. I didn't have energy to look through the entire list, so I sat down on my bed and put my hoof beneath the first one...

To be continued...

Author's Note:

Hi and welcome to my new installment, "Whorse!"

Let's skip the introduction and get down to what this is about:

"Whorse!" is going to be about Orchid's life as a prostitute. She gets customers practically every day, and this is your chance to DECIDE WHICH PONIES IT WILL BE!

No matter what cannon character you pick, it will work. And since some of you probably know me, the sex will be rather dark (and long). Orchid has her own history which will progress as the story does, it doesn't matter who she sleeps with. So pick any EXISITNG characters from our favorite universe.

The only rule is that the characters has to be canon characters. Yes, this includes non-pony characters like Gilda, Spike, etc. In other words no OC characters.

So if you want to see this story continuing, TELL ME WHO YOU WANT TO SEE!

Brohoof on ya all!