The ground beneath his feet makes soft sounds as he tread upon them. A human inhales deeply at the morning air as he strolls around the town of Ponyville. The sun's amber rays shine down upon him and the low buzz of morning conversations ring his ears.

Cyrus.

Cyrus was his name.

The name his mother gave him, and the name that his grandfather had.

21, six foot, a headstrong attitude and brunette hair-or rather mane as the others would say it. He wore a simple sapphire jacket which was graciously crafted by the element of the generosity. His hair was unkempt:pony barbers were hard to come by, and the only barber he knew was Groomsby, who felt 'inexperienced' to handle different species like him. As such, Cyrus's mane grew longer and longer. They naturally formed spikes when not groomed, and it's length had gone past his ears, which was something that irritated him to no end

And here he walks in the land of Equestria, the place he has called his 'home' for the last two years. His morning strolls around the outskirts of ponyville were more of a short isolation from the 'new' world around him. Sometimes, he just felt as though he should just be alone for a while, alone from all of the ponies who looked at him curiously.

Sure, he had friends he could talk to and have fun times with, but on some days he would miss talking to his old, human friends. The ones he grew up with; the ones who he argued with; the ones who he even flirted with when he was younger. In truth, all he wanted was just another human to be around with.

But he knew that it wouldn't happen.

It would never happen.

So he's just stuck here, trying to live life normally like he would back in Earth. And he managed, he did. He had friends (seven if he was counting), a job and a home he bought with the bits he earned. Cyrus had everything going for him, all he had to do now was to enjoy it.

And, with an image around the corner of his eye luring his attention, there was going to be one more thing that will enter his life.

Cyrus moved his head back to face the strange building. He was halfway through his daily stroll when he had noticed it.

It was rather small. Parts of the yellow thatched roof were missing and the parts which fell off littered the ground around the house. Flecks of paint had been stripped off of the house, leaving a rather unpleasant sight. The windows were boarded up with wooden planks, in which most of them were rotting from the looks of it. The door seemed slightly ajar, it had cracks all round its rose body. Vines had started to grow on the house, indicating that it had been like this for quite a while, possibly even for a long time.

Due to the curious child inside his adult body, Cyrus branched off his intended path and headed towards the intriguing home. He could see a grey earth stallion shakily trot his way away from the building, a satisfied look on his face and a lazy grin plastered across it. Cyrus neared the thatched home, himself being right next to the door that held the possible inhabitant within.

A gentle knock soon followed.

No answer.

Another knock came.

Still no answer.

Cyrus assumed that nopony had lived there, but he couldn't just leave such a mystery behind like this. Taking a swig of fresh air before he dived into whatever odors might permeate from inside the home, Cyrus gently pushed the cracked rose door and delved inside.

The interior of the house wasn't better than the outside, despite how terrible it looked.

Dust had accumulated around the room, the only places that were not covered with them were the hoofprints all around the place. Spots around the wooden floor had eroded, leaving splintered holes that can harm somepony. The living room had barely any furniture, only having an overused sofa with it's stuffing spilling out and some drawers on one corner of the room Cyrus had entered. They were all broken, of course.

Cyrus, delved deeper into the home, entering the kitchen. It was an absolute mess, dirt and grime coated the unwashed dishes, it was a haven for bacteria. The sink was filled with emerald water, having a layer of algae on it due to the conveniently exposed roof. The contents of the water either had plates or any unlucky creature that had drowned in it.

A strong, undesirable odor permeated from the door at the far end of the corridor that Cyrus placed himself in. His only options were to follow the odor or go upstairs.

He chose the latter, for obvious reasons.

Cyrus's eyes darted onto the stairs, he could make out hoofprints here too. Whoever was inside this home was clearly living here or was recently here. His thoughts wandered back to the stallion he saw earlier, making assumptions that he was the one who was here. He reached the top of the stairs, only to be met with a small landing that only contained one door which was slightly ajar. Specks of light peeked from it's cracks as the human gently pushed it open.

His eyes were met with the sight of a lilac coat splayed on the sides of a king-sized bed. A small mahogany counter was placed next to the bed, a bag of what seemed like bits was placed on top of it (which was substantially large too).

Her teal mane was frazzled and held to one side, a rounded horn could be barely seen from Cyrus's position. The 'mare's flank was facing him, tail flicked to one side to reveal the recent activity that she went through. Her soft coat was covered in grime and shone with sweat as the light from the window pierced through it. Soft pants could be heard from her as her ears flicked straight.

"Another one?" She spoke. She spoke with a regal accent, yet it felt as though she spoke with a defeated voice.

Cyrus stared at the unicorn who was provocatively swaying her hips at him. His eyes widened with shock and his mouth fell slightly agape. He tried to speak but his words found no voice as he tried to comprehend the situation that suddenly unfolded in front of him.

"20 bits for a hoof or a blow job, 50 for pussy rutting and 100 for anal." She gave her priced services to the incredulous male. "I charge an extra 50 bits for each time you cum inside." She added.

His body physically cringed at her words. Never has he seen a pony so...lewd. He thought that all ponies were all nice, but maybe it's just the fact that ponyville keeps it's secrets well must have been the case, for he only realised that he was friends with the 'elements of harmony' a year ago due to a rather talktative pink pony (whom he'd come to make friends with...friends with the element of laughter of course). To see a pony like this...it changed his perspective of the creatures he saw around him every day.

Who knows if the stallions he has talked to have been with this mare? Who knows if they have darker intentions in their mind whilst their outside personality handles those who are oblivious to their their thoughts.

...

Then it dawned on him.

If he can see a mare like this in a home so abandoned...who knows how many there are who don't exactly do this as a 'job'.

"Uh-uuuh. I don't want any of your services." Cyrus's eyes reverted to their normal size and his face softened with pity.

Pity, for the mare who sold her honor to lusty stallions.

The mare's head, which was planted sideways on the bedsheets, lifted sharply. She pushed herself off the bed with her forehooves, her hind legs shaking as she did so. She faced her wary customer, who happened to be a creature that she had never seen before. Cyrus observed her soft, pale face. Cheekbones were shown as her malnourished muzzle looked at his. Dried streaks of semen formed short lines down the sides of her mouth. Her emerald irises met his his ruby ones, gazing into his soul.

"Why...are you here?" He asked gently.

"Business." She replied blandly.

"Did someone make you-"

"No."

She quickly shut him down with a firm response as the human ceased speaking. She gave him a stern face as he fidgeted awkwardly.

"Either you're going to indulge in my services or you leave." She proposed.

Cyrus quickly tried to think of every idea to help this downtrodden mare. An idea came to his mind. If he can ask her to 'service' him at home, then he can use that excuse to get herself to be taken care of, maybe even cleaned at the very least.

"I-I'm here for your services. But I can't do it here." He stuttered.

"I operate my business here and only here, I'm not going in broad dayli-"

"I'll hide you with my jacket if you want, maybe carry you if you are willing to." He rebutted immediately. The whorse's verdant eyes tore away from his for a moment as she stared at the decrepit floor, pondering all the while. A veil of silence fell between the two as Cyrus waited for a response.

"It'll take you 200 bits to move my location, and that's before I give you my services." She finally spoke to him once more.

'200 bits...that's alot of money, half of my savings to be precise.' Cyrus thought.

Nodding, Cyrus carefully removed his jacket and held it above the mare, hesitant to touch her body without her permission. With a nod coming from her, he carefully wrapped his only jacket to the dirty mare. He felt it slide along her body with ease, making slight sticky noises all the while. The entirety of his jacket covered most of her body and all of her flanks, her cutie mark yet to be seen by him.

He popped her forelegs into the sleeves as he gave her the disguise. The hoodie was precariously placed over her head, only partially revealing her bottom-most muzzle. After that, Cyrus grabbed the sack of bits and handed it to the mare's hooves to hold onto as he faced his back to her, his legs bending down to her height.

"Alright. Hop on." He assumed the piggyback position as he awaited for the mare to jump onto his back and hold him by the neck. His efforts fell down in vain as he watched her trot pass him, holding the sack of bits with her lavender magic.

'Right...she's a unicorn..' He thought.

The excursion back to his home was rather quiet and awkward. Many ponies were curiously gazing at the human and the strange, hooded mare. Cyrus was thankful that none of his friends even saw him with his new 'friend', for it would spark a conversation that he would not like to participate in.

The mare made little attempts to speak to Cyrus as she silently followed him on his side. Any questions that Cyrus would make either gave a 'yes' or a 'no' or even just plain silence if she didn't want to answer the question. Occasionally he would catch a whiff of her, which often caused his nose to wrinkle in pain and disgust.

Her scent was atrocious, yet oddly alluring. He had never smelled the scent of a stallion or a mare's musk, and he was now damn sure to never ever try to catch himself sniffing it ever again. Scents of semen radiated from the mare, thoughts on how long she had been doing this bounced inside his head. She might have been doing this for years and never cleaned, either that, or she may have just had many clients in just a short period.

The duo soon approached Cyrus's humble abode. It was a moderately sized home, it's size was albeit larger than the others around it due to the rather tall size of the human. A flash of white peeked from the window and left just as it entered it. The door to Cyrus's home blew open as a large blur of brown tackled him to the green earth.

"Where have you been? Are you trying to run away from me again, dweeb?" The eagle-headed roommate of Cyrus barked at his face, spewing spit at him as she vented her frustration unto his face.

"If I ran away from you, I wouldn't come back, Gilda. It wouldn't make sense for me to return would it?" Cyrus sighed.

Gilda became the roommate who lived with the unlucky human ever since she revealed that she was kicked out from her parent's home in Griffonia. She was a wild child at best, preferring to make brash decisions without thinking of the consequences, which was something that Cyrus had to live with. Her arrogant demeanor had left quite an impression on some of the residents of ponyville, but she chose not to take notice, despite having others reprimand her for the people she insulted/hurt.

"I guess so." Gilda sighed as she eased her claws off the chest of the pinned human. Her sights veered over to the individual who wore her roommate's sapphire jacket. Gilda's narrowing eyes met the mare's expressionless muzzle as she began to question the individual.

"Aaaand who are you?" She asked.

The mare completely ignored Gilda's request for her name, opting to trot pass her and into Cyrus's home without a single word uttered from her lips. The agitated Griffon now glared at the human who became trapped in her claws once more.

"U-uh, stay in the living room while I deal with my friend here." Cyrus rubbed his head as he spoke to the unresponsive pony.

"IS SHE YOUR MAREFRIEND?!" Gilda hissed from her beak as she tried to contain the rage that could easily make mincemeat of the hairless ape in front of her. She waited for his answer, expecting some form of denial as he opened his lips.

"Why would you care if she was? And besides, I'm helping her out...because she's...uhh...well...she's homeless right now." Cyrus improvised on the spot as he hoped that his answer was enough to quell Gilda's rage. He stared at her, a slight blush could be seen from her white fur.

"Why take her in, of all ponies?" She muttered.

"Why not? I took you in, and you don't even pay rent you sleazy bird." Cyrus retorted.

Gilda huffed as she relinquished her grip on Cyrus once more, slowly returning to the house as she mumbled inaudible insults at the new roommate that she will have to deal with. Cyrus was left on his rump on the streets of ponyville, casually ignoring the ponies that had eavesdropped on the scene.

He picked himself up, dusting the pebbles and dirt that clung to his ragged trousers. Cyrus sighed as he looked at the two clawed imprints that Gilda had gifted him.

'I guess I can still wear this. I'll just say it's part of the shirt when anyone asks I guess.' He thought.

His thoughts wondered to the mare who was waiting for him inside his home. What is he going to tell her when she realises that he didn't really want to indulge in her 'services'? He can't just outright tell her that she's going to live with him, that just sounds borderline creepy.

Come to think of it, his entire plan seemed creepy.

He had intentions of taking a pony whore into his home, to do other things besides carrying out her 'services'.

But he was all doing it out of good will right? He was only going to clean her up and possibly help her out of pity. But what if she didn't need his help? What if she's fine the way she was? Surely no mare should be happy doing this job...right?

There was only one way to find out.

"Are we going to carry this out here? Wouldn't your griffon friend mind? Or is she here for business as well?" The mare spoke.

"N-nono...not yet." Cyrus shook his hands at her, smiling nonchalantly as he averted his gaze from the lavender mare. "Maybe we should get you cleaned up first...I'd rather not carry this out knowing that others have done it before." He added.

"I see that you have some shred of decency on you instead of taking me immediately." She pulled out the hoodie that hid her upper muzzle, revealing those emerald eyes of hers. Her sights shifted towards the griffon who terribly eavesdropped on the scene, the tip of her beak showing from the doorway.

"Let's get you cleaned up, shall we?" Cyrus stood from the sofa he sat on and approached the mare who sat on her haunches on the rug in front of him. He kneeled beside her, holding his arms in close proximity to the jacket that 'wore' her. She nodded, giving him permission to hold her once more. Slick, slimy sounds resonated from the insides of the sapphire jacket as he pulled on it, lifting the mare into his arms.

'Well...I'll never use my jacket again...EVER.'

He headed towards the doorway, cradling the whorse in his arms. He passed by the fuming griffon, her cheeks blazing with ruby under the white fur upon it.

Cyrus entered the bathroom. It was small, not too classy and not too terrible. It just had a simple bath tub with a shower head, along with a sink beside it which came with mirror that only a human could ever use.

Cyrus's breaths became shallow as he placed the mare on the tub. She looked at him expectantly.

"I guess that you are the one who's going to clean me?" She spoke.

"Mhm." Cyrus stared at the alabaster tub, averting her piercing gaze all the while. He slowly removed the jacket that she wore, cringing at the slick sounds it made as it rubbed alongside her slimy coat. He threw the jacket on the sink with little effort.

He returned to face the mare, only to recognize the mystery that has evaded him for quite a while.

He saw her flank.

More importantly...

Her cutie mark.

It showed the sapphire male symbol, along with the rosy female symbol that had made it's presence known as part of her cutie mark.

What was interesting about it...

Was that they were intertwined with each other, forming a symbol that Cyrus has seen many times during his teenager days.

'Holy...shit...'

'Her true job...is to be...'

'A prostitute.'

Author's Note:

Here's something that I was working on to compensate for the hiatus of 'To Thaw My Cold Heart', so this will be it's replacement for a while!

If you didn't get what I meant with the male symbol and the female symbol. I was speaking of the 'sex' symbol, where the male symbol (the blue circle with an arrow jutting out on it's top right) is connected with the female symbol (which is a pink circle with a small + on the bottom of it).

I hope you like this introduction to the story, I spent quite a while proofreading and such, but comment if I made some mistakes. I can't be a perfect writer and proof-reader at the same time :S