Customer of the day: Spike the dragon
I'll be honest, I'm no stranger to ponies looking for humiliations in their experience with a bought pony. It's their choice in what to do with her and what they will see her as, odds are they will treat her like a slave of some sort, or there might be a chance they actually treats her as a fellow pony and does his business without any fuzz about anything. Maybe there is a stallion out there in Equestria who knows how to treat a mare, how to make her feel special and unique at the same time...
Yeah, I wanna laugh too.
But speaking of that with humiliation. There has been a very few number of times where the ponies who places their signatures on my lists doesn't want to go all the way with it. There has been once when my potential customer promised a large sum, even though my rate is always the same, just for a good time with me. Sadly, for me, he met the love of his life the day before I went to him.
Hey, I blame the customer before him. If he just would've skipped the thought of seeing how many bananas he could fit in my ass, I would've been out of the hospital in time.
What I'm trying to tell with all this is that more than 99% of my customers has been serious ones and more than half of those paid willingly without me having to step on their balls. It's not as fun as it sounds, believe me. But now I feared somepony was making a foal out of me. After checking up my list, I noticed the strangest of names on top of it.
Spike the dragon. Ponyville Library. Tuesday if you can?
If it was a prankster, he sure as hay didn't know how to pull off a laugh. Early in my career I expected these kind of names to be written on my list. Ponies just making fun out of me for trying my luck in the worst neighborhood of the finest little town. Surprisingly, I found an already wide variety of mares standing in most discreet corners, wearing odd clothes such as tight stockings with french underwear strapped to them. They could shamelessly stand next to a street light, waving their tails to spread their scents out in the streets, also known as 'airing' before going back to their hidings in the less reputable districts of Ponyville. The ponies passing by later would most likely feel the scent of a very naughty mare, then even more likely go into a desperate hunt following it back to where she resides. A working tactic, I'll give it that much.
Sadly, it comes with its risks. Not only is prostitution illegal in most cities of Equestria, meaning you don't have much to say if you get caught with your tongue around the cock. If you willingly spread your scent in public and the customer later turns out to be the violent rapist kind, there is no law in Equestria saying that customer has committed a crime aside from buying a whorse, meaning he only has to pay a fine. So yeah, as long as he lets you live, he won't go to the dungeon.
Crappy law you might think, but it's only fair. Spreading your scent is something all mares does unintentionally during their estrous. But intentionally airing outside of it, you're practically asking to get raped. And it doesn't matter if the stallion is married and/or deeply in love, his body will instinctively raise his cock and set his brain into search-and-fuck mode. Not very kind to all those mares they are married and/or in love with. Thus... it's no crime if an airing whorse gets raped and brutally abused by somepony.
I've never been into that. My first move was to get my name and location spread to anypony but the authorities, and I worked my ass off for that... literally. Being new and young gives great benefits when selling your body. In fact, it has so great benefits other mares way past their golden age shows great jealousy towards it. I remember once waking up without my mane. Those bitches had seriously shaved my head while sleeping. Colt, did I feel welcomed or what?
While thinking about all of this, I had taken my stroll past Ponyville in order to reach the big hollowed-out tree known as 'Golden Oaks Library'. It was a cozy building with two stories with a balcony on each. As a matter of fact, you didn't need to see the sign with an open book painted on it nor the candlestick figure on the door to suspect this was a place made for learning. I walked up to the door and knocked, throwing a few glances over my shoulders to make sure nopony saw me. Most customers who ordered a home delivery like me wanted it to be like a brown box in a black plastic bag. Which would be warm now considering the heat from Celestia's sun.
It didn't only feel nice, it made my coat all warm which would easily attract anypony to run their muzzle all over my back, sniffing my fuzzy fur to get that distinct scent of a cuddly mare willing for some sweet cock inside her. A warm mare could likewise be associated with a freshly baked cherry pie... if you would try to have sex with it, that is.
I head steps coming towards the door. At that moment I asked myself why the bloody Discord I wasted this warmth on a highly potential prankster. Well, I have another policy saying that everypony is worth a shot, even guards. And as I mentioned earlier, there haven't been many frauds in my life. Let's not forget that my list wasn't exactly discreet, minding ponies' ability to read it after another had been there. Perhaps 'Spike the dragon' was a pseudonym. I mean seriously, a dragon in Ponyville? A dragon who wants to have sex with a pony? I mean come on that's just...
"Uhm... hello?".
Well I'll be banished to the moon. A live dragon in Ponyville standing right in front of me. I had imagined a large monster with scales hard as steel and claws sharper than razor blades, eyes seeking for a prey to scorch and devour whole.
Yet... I was literally looking DOWN at this purple and green, chubby dragon standing before me. He didn't even reach up to my muzzle, really that short. If it actually was a dragon who had scheduled an appointment, I'd probably freak out and make a run for it. But here I was, practically adoring the little thing and resisting to cuddle and baby with him. Like a small plush toy... but with scales.
"Err, who are you?" he asked nervously, scouting the outside from the door just like any unsure customer I've ever had. My Celestia, was this for real?
"I'm... Orchid..." I said, still having a hard time interpreting all of this. I had never seen a live dragon before, not such a cute one either. My words brought back his attention to me, not that it made him any more comfortable, judging by his smug smirk.
"Oh! Uh... right, come in!" he invited me and stepped aside, allowing me to take my first steps inside the library. Even though I had been in Ponyville for so long, I had never taken the time to visit this place. Apparently I hadn't missed anything, because it looked like somepony actually lived in here. Sure, walls filled with books in the circular main room, but I also saw a kitchen through one opening and stairs leading up to what I believed was the top floor. There was a bed on one of the upper levels in the room, probably my customer's. If I played my cards right, I might have had a good chance finding me a way to sleep here for the night. The little dragon closed the door and quickly sprinted over to me who took my time learning the place. Sure as hay was quiet here. Was it always this quiet in a library?
"Ahem!" he cleared, nearly giving me the signal that I had done something wrong. "Allow me to... err, introduce myself. I'm Spike the dragon. So... you are...?" he began and pointed gently at me with his tiny finger. That was my cue to begin the proper introduction, starting with a half-tilted head towards him, my mane hanging beautifully, I think.
"To anypony outside these library walls, I'm just another mare looking for something to read" I stated before leaning closer to him, breathing carefully through my snout. "But to you... I'm the mare who's about to make your dreams come true".
I leaned even closer into what I believed what his ear. "Every... one... of them".
He blushed like crazy, gritting his pointy teeth with an awkward grin on his lips. I leaned back and stroke my short mane, still smiling seductively as I threw a flirty wink at him. "Not to be a mood-breaker, but... you do have the bits, right? Since I'm dealing with a mighty, dangerous dragon, I must be sure I can pay for the hospital bill after you've... devoured me" I winked at him again.
"Ehe... he... y-yeah. I-I-I'll be right back! Don't go anywhere!" he said and dashed up the stairs to the door. I giggled over his adorableness, but only had time enough to do that before he was back with a beige-brown sack in his hands. I liked the chinking sound of bits rustling inside of it, bouncing for every step he took back down the stairs. Soon he was in front of me again, extending the bag to me as I reached out my mouth to grab it.
"Here you go. One hundred and fifty bits, I've been saving those for my first time".
I froze in a halt, opening my eyes wide at him. "Your first time... buying a pony?".
"Uhh... no. My first time ever... err... well... heh, you know..." he said embarrassingly, looking in the upper corner of his eyes in order to escape my look at him.
Small, friendly, adorable, different specie... ugh, I felt so stupid when I realized he had to be a virgin. I hadn't been dealing with dragons before so I was kind of new to this too. But dragon or not, a virgin is still a virgin. Thus I giggled and pressed the bag of bits back to him, rejecting it gently as I smiled heartily at his confused expression.
"So this is your first time, eh?" I asked bluntly, not sparing his dragon-feelings. He nodded slowly, apparently hating to admit it. What kind of male didn't hate admitting it?
I giggled and walked past him, stroking my tail across his cheek before turning around. I leaned my muzzle down to his level, tickling his ear with my snout. "You know what they say... first time's no charge" I then whispered softly. He jerked his head, still blushing without control. "For... for real?" he asked, sounding overly excited about it. I simply nodded and walked up to his front again.
"First-timers always gets a free ride, you know. Not many ponies within my profession would do that, but I certainly do" I explained, winking at him once again. It seemed weird doing it with a dragon, but hey, now I might get some new experience for the first time in a while.
No... getting throat-raped was nothing new...
It didn't take long for him to guide me to the upper floor behind the door at the end of those stairs. He opened it like a gentlecolt for me, stepping aside like it was his job so I could get inside what would be me next business location. A small, cozy room with an even cozier bed next to a window. There was a small basket at the feet of it, something that made me wonder if he had any pets. That was until I glanced over my shoulder and saw how well he'd fit in it.
Celestia, he was adorable!
"Sooo... is the dragon hungry for some pony flesh, hmm?" I teased and waved my tail to the sides, temporarily flashing my experienced labia to him. I received no answer from him. Another look over the shoulder gave me the fact that he was frozen on the spot, eyes locked-on my rear. There were faint breathings coming from him, but I wondered if this was going to happen at all at this rate.
To be honest, he wasn't the only unsure one. Seriously, I was going to have a dragon's dick inside me. I didn't even knew how they looked like. Was it... giant? Was there two of them? Did it have knots on the top? For the love of goodness, what was I going to do with him? He didn't need size to scare me, just the fact he was a mythical dragon was enough. But professional as I am, the mask never fell off. The show must go on!
After another few seconds of silence, he finally said something. "I... this... uh, c-can we go a little slower? You know... I've never actually seen. I mean... ugh! Dang it!" he exclaimed and covered his eyes with his hands. I dropped the flirty act and went into the other job a whorse might get sometimes: a listening-buddy.
Yeah, that's right. It's not as frequent as those who just wants sex, but every now and then there is somepony who pays a prostitute bits just so he can talk about his problems. Chances are he wants a blowjob in the meantime, but that's getting away cheap if you ask me. Anyhow, my duty right now was to find out why he suddenly seemed to have changed his mind. He walked up to the regular-sized bed and sat down in it, tightly followed by me who remained on the floor. I placed a hoof on the comfy thing as a question if it was okay for me to get up. He nodded with his head resting in his cupped hands.
"Now tell me all about it, honey" I said friendly and laid down next to him, making sure there was a little space between us since he just signaled for it. The depressed slit-irises turned to me, radiating disappointment and lack of self-esteem.
A sigh from his scaly lips. "You know, I'm not sure this was a good idea. I mean, you're not even the pony I want to... you know... with" he tried to explain, looking away from me. I nearly widened my eyes at that line. Was he talking about...
Another sigh, even more ashamed than the previous one. "Her name's Rarity. And believe me, she's gorgeous! Uh, no offense to you, of course. She just got my heart, you know. He he".
Stop the press – Somepony's in love. Was this going to be another one of these stories? That he actually likes another pony and is just doing this for practice? Is that what I am, a trainer? That practice girl everypony uses before they strike for the real deal that is their unconditional love and immortal happiness wrapped up in one little living pony? Please, it's all about the sex the first three or four times. Guys know that in heart, you have to get laid a few times with other mares before you settle down. And by a few times I'm scaling between a life time and an eternity. Pick your death sentence, my ladies.
"I see..." I began and leaned my head on his shoulder. "So you want to impress your future marefriend with your... dragonhood, huh?".
He hesitated for a second, thinking about my words. Soon he looked at me with a hunger for consolation in his green eyes. "F-future? You really think I got a chance at her?" he asked, sincerely answered by a nod from me.
I just didn't had heart enough to say how ridiculous it sounded...
My fore hooves dragged me closer to him, laying my head practically in his lap. He stared at me like I was coming on to him, doubtful but at the same time excited to know what's next. I raised my head to his level with only an inch between out mouths. "Well then, if you want to know how to please a mare, I'll gladly show you. Equestria need more talents out there".
And that wasn't even joking. I can count the number of stallions I've met who knows how to give a mare her orgasm, using only my fore hooves. No, I don't even need those.
"You will? Oh, that's awesome! Rarity's kind off picky when it comes to... well, everything. I'm just afraid I'll lose her if I don't...".
"Hold on to her tight enough?".
"Uhh... I... perhaps, but I...".
"Then it's easily solved, Spike" I said and sat up on my haunches. This little guy needed some serious lesson in how to master your mare. The picky ones are always those who just can't accept they want more than they actually do. Giving them a wide selection spoils them, so in order to truly take them with storm no matter who you are, you must be very decided and dominant! Show that this is what they have to choose, no bucking second options or refunds. In the end you can tame even the most nit-picked pony into your submissive little slave. Of course, you'll be marked as a prick for the rest of your life. But whatever, you got laid, right?
"Here. You can pretend I'm Rarity from now on" I said with a hoof to my chest. Spike got up on his feet in the bed with expectation in his eyes on me. "Now push me down into the bed" I then ordered, preparing to do as little resistance as possible, like a feather about to be blown by the smallest breeze.
He stared at me for a short while, once again hesitating as I waited. I glanced down at my chest and back at him, signaling where he was supposed to press. He raised his short arms and finally managed to extend them towards me. A light push. Nothing actually happened. I rolled my eyes with a kind sigh. "Come on, Spike. You gotta show you inner stud! Think of how much you wanna fuck Rarity once she's ready for you. If you want to get to that stage, you better grow a pair and show you mean it. Like this!" I exclaimed and pushed him back using both my fore hooves.
The little thing flew back into the pillow like a glove flying in a storm. He shook his head and sat up again, still looking confused. I tied my fetlock, arching my eyebrows with a cocky smile to encourage him. "Come on! Remember you're a dragon. Throw yourself over your victim and ravage her with all of your inner fury. Show Rarity what she would miss if not picking this big and strong dragon!"
A lit of fire engulfed his eyes with dedication. That was good, because I was about to run out of improvisation. Kind of annoying, really. This wasn't much different than with another random pony. Spike got up on his feet again and charged at me, not using a milligram of mercy when shoving his hands into my chest. This time it was I who fell down easily, landing with my hindlegs spread by 'accident' as I felt the soft underlay comforting my back. "Mmh... oh, Spike. I didn't know there was THAT much in you".
He smiled sheepishly at first, but after a few inhales he nurtured it into a grin of self-confidence. The sight of my revealed cunt was no longer anything he likewise could have feared, now it brought heat to his cheeks and hunger into his eyes. He was totally under my control now, lucky him I wasn't planning on using it. "Now you want to do some, heh... exploring?".
I guided his curious fingers, allowed him to play around for a while. First he didn't know where to begin, soon followed by the idea of just pinching my labia. Beginners were nothing fun when it came to teaching them the basics. They carry no stamina and absolutely no thought of trying to prolong for anypony else' sake than their own. Sadly, they don' even know how to prolong. And trying to teach them how to give you a good oral? Heh, like teaching a newborn pegasus to do a sonic rain-boom.
After a minute of messing around, he had spent some of it on trying to spread my nether lips and investigated the soft flesh hiding beneath it. His cheeks went redder and redder for each second that passed. In the end he just stared at my opening with his jaw hanging.
"First step in pleasing a mare: use your tongue well".
He inhaled deeply, probably not far from the same though I had. He got down on his knees, getting the perfect height to spread my thighs gently. I lowered an eyebrow. "And don't forget what I said earlier. Release your inner dragon!".
Thanks to those words, he snorted and pushed aside my legs, sticking out his tongue... his very... very long tongue. My own eyes widened as I saw inch after inch sneak out from his mouth towards my exposed marehood. Once the base of what he had extended pressed against my labia, I could never had foreseen the sheer ability this dragon had. He lapped upward, trailing every millimeter of wet tongue over my fleshy lips. The tickling sensation lasted for so many seconds I actually lost count, but my entire focus was shattered once his split tip whipped up a stain of saliva from my orifice. It felt like a meter of tongue just stroke me, caressed me, sent me to heaven and Celestia what I wanted another one!
"Ohh... o-okay. Now, carefully spread my... my labia" I instructed him with a light stutter as he followed my lead. His fingers moved in slowly and separated the blockades to his goal "You see that pink little ball on the top? Aim for that..." I said with a hint of expectation in my smile.
He obeyed, rolled out his impressive length and started from the base again. My body jerked in reflex, taking a scenic route through my sensitive spot as it suffered a continuous assault of ecstasy. I grit my teeth to suppress the electric surges moving out in my limbs, but wave after wave of pleasurable laps made it too hard for me to focus at all. Suddenly, I didn't feel much like a pro anymore.
"Hnng... yeah, Spike... that's right. R-right... hah... there!" I accidentally let out in a little more excited tone than I planned on using. It was funny, he missed most of my pearl but still succeeded to cause me so much agonizing pleasure. He glanced up at me for a second, saw my grimacing face, probably found more motivation, and thus did what I never expected to experience. The tip of his long tongue flickered my moist labia, preparing it for his goal in his own amateur way. It didn't nearly made feel any more ready than I already was, but I'll give him a score for what happened next.
In a flash I nearly cried, for once in a good long while admitting that I'd found a natural in cunnilingus. Such a weird word, by the way...
"Ahhh! Oh yes, Spike! Rarity's going to loooove t-this!" I moaned with only a half-faked tone. His tongue, it... moved inside me, slithered past my nether lips and moved inside me so deep I couldn't remember the last time I felt so filled up. That long, agile organ just moved around, rolled and flickered inside my now spread inner walls. So many dicks had been inside there, so many large ones and so many small ones. But this was indeed an incredible sensation. And the icing on the cake? He still had a lot of tongue outside of me, so now my pearl got the good massage it deserved.
His claws dug into my flesh, not that it mattered to me. All I could think of was that insane tongue of his. It was like having a living being inside of you, struggling to move around instead of breaking free, constantly widening my wet flesh and tickling my womb. My hooves grabbed the blanket beneath me as I gasped with a strong shade of pink on my cheeks. It had been so long since I had an actual orgasm from somepony else that I'd forgot how it felt, to be honest. Sure, clopping was one thing, but everypony knows it's... just not the same. So what other smart choice could I make than just taking the opportunity?
My professional attitude was blocked off. The satisfaction had taken control of my thoughts and actions, leading me into selfish thoughts that weren't allowed in my area of work. My hindlegs crossed as much as they could behind Spike's neck, squeezed tighter and tighter for each passing second of moist nectar pouring from my stuffed hole. I pressed him into my crotch using all my might. I twisted and turned, jerked and struggled to break free from the annoying burst building up inside my body.
The tongue moved like crazy inside me. It bumped into every corner of my defiled sanctuary, forcing out the wet love-juice I couldn't help extracting. "Yes, Spike! Yes, yes, yes, ooohh, fuck my inside with your tongue! So good... hahh.. so good... Oh sweet b-bucking Celestia!".
In the end, I covered my muzzle using my fore hooves, cried out a lengthy moan, and trembled until the first squirts of my orgasm rode out from me. Spike screamed something incoherent from between my thighs, apparently frightened for his life when his face suddenly got covered in female cum. My forelegs fell limp to the bed as I gasped out with my eyes wide open. Spike could finally breathe too once my hindlegs lost their strength. His tongue rippled out from me, forcing out a last moan from my side as I suddenly was empty again. He sat back, gasping with his hand over his chest. His face was covered in my cum, dripping sticky nectar from the depths of my prostitute marehood.
"Oh no, I'm... hah... I'm... hah, so sorry... Spike, I just..." I had time to say until the little dragon cut me off. He had gathered some of the cum in his claws and tasted it, widening his eyes while licking his lips.
"That was... amazing. No, it's... delicious!" he exclaimed. His tongue shot out again, only wrapping his scaly hand this time into mummification. While I grimaced in disgust, for some reason not realizing until now that this unnatural length had been inside me, Spike rolled back his tongue with all the stickiness inside his mouth, enjoying the taste like it was some sort of candy. He spent many seconds just lapping up the rest of my orgasm from his face, not that I wanted to know what was going on inside his mouth. What I however had come to understand was that he obviously didn't pay any mind to that I just nearly strangled him with my legs. Seriously, it's so easy if you just have had the chance to try. But of course not every mare has experienced getting her thighs spread by a violent stallion trying to pay you in rape bits...
He was only given another set of seconds before I decided to move on. So far this little dragon had showed more potential than I expected. Or to be honest more potential of not eating me like a mindless monster. I never mentioned any of my prejudices, afraid of unnerving him before we really went down to business. I ran a hoof through my mane and sat up. "That was wonderful, Spike" I complimented and wrapped my forelegs around him, planting a passionate kiss over his closed mouth. For a moment I thought he was rejecting me, that was until I realized he was frozen once again.
Ignoring the fact I practically could have kissed a doll, my tongue tried to force itself past his lips. They were unexpectedly dry, minding how much soak they just went through, but nevertheless I did my best to further this foal-rated smooching. He soon opened up, letting me inside his... strangely warm mouth. The real shocker had to be meeting his tongue, though. Suddenly I was met by a vigorous organ slithering beneath my tongue, tickling with its split tip so intensively that I nearly lost control.
My right fore hoof traveled down his body, caressing his scaly body until I reached down to what I presumed would be his crotch. I couldn't imagine what it looked like. But it had to be hu-
"Mfghh!" he moaned once my hoof touched his erection. I opened my eyes, discovering his astonishingly pleased expression. And just like that, I couldn't hide my disappointment.
I leaned away from the kiss, merely escaping his swirling tongue as my eyes fell down on his... shall we say, pride? He saw my indifferent face and looked down, understanding my hoof was pressing the tip of his hard appendage. I swear to Celestia, if he says 'it's small but has vigor' I'm going to...
"S-sorry. I'm not... b-bigger than that... yet" he apologized and turned his head away from me. I actually appreciated that. He was honest and actually had brain enough to understand his tool wasn't exactly made for pleasing others. He had explained on the way he was just a baby dragon even though he was so mentally well-developed. I couldn't harass him. All I could do was hope for his sake that he grows a real mastodon during the next couple of centuries, I suppose. Until then I had no other choice but to put on my old mask again, playing like it was actually okay.
But it wasn't! Everypony knows size DOES matters. And all of those who says 'it is all about technique' are unaware that they are experiencing fake orgasms or aren't stallion enough to tell the truth. In these cases, all you can do is being honest. Forgiving isn't necessary, not everypony can be hung like a stud.
"Aww, don't be modest. This is a really nice size!".
Being a whorse, honesty isn't necessary either...
"R-really?" he asked, already showing signs of his self-esteem returning. I nodded with a smile on my lips and played forward in order to not get busted by my own words. "Oh yes, Rarity won't be disappointed. Now, let's practice on your debut with her...".
We went through the basics, skipping the usual routine of coming in for a chat and slowly evoking the words. I wasn't trained to be a shrink nor a relationship counselor, and especially not a life coach either. If there was something I could teach, it was sexual things, with me as the guinea pig. If I had understood this Rarity correct, she was an up-tight little bitch who whipped anypony she didn't approve of as fabulous. In other words, she just needed a good old cock in that up-tight ass. Teaching a dragon to be a stud? Yeah, that's quite another thing.
"Okay... here I go" Spike said hesitantly, still lacking some self-confidence to go through. This was going to be his test. Me, being his teacher for the moment, had taken the freedom of being Rarity during this session. No colors, no fixing my mane, just all pretend. "Go for it, Spike!" I said with my back turned to him, taking the last moment to get into character.
Spike walked up to me, gulping loudly before taking the first step. "Hi, Rarity" he said, cuing me to continue. "Oh, hello, Spike darling" I replied, using my best imitation of a snobby pony with so-called 'class'.
"Wow... you sounded a lot like Ra-" he said until I cut him off mid sentence by glaring for a split second. He shook his head and went back into what he was supposed to do. "Uhm... I was just wondering something".
He raised an eyebrow above the cheeky smile. Finally he looked self-confident.
"Oh? What's that?".
He scratched his chest a few times and blew on his tiny claws, maintaining the aura. "How long was it since you... got laid?".
I gasped according to my character. "Spike! What kind of question is that?! I am a lady, such thing-".
"Then what's that scent I'm feeling from you? Sure as hay ain't perfume" he went on, actually doing a brilliant job with his role. Unimpressed and seemingly indifferent to who he talked to. I pressed my hooves to my cheeks and pretended to blush, playing embarrassed with a falling mask.
What's this all about, you may ask? I'm a mare, and the scent of a mare during her estrous is so easy to recognize you'd think it's your own. You can get a unique scent if your daily diet consist of, for example, lots and lots of fruit. But in general it's all the same: the smell of cunt. I had felt lots of scents on my way here so odds are that Rarity is carrying one of them. Be as induced in perfume as you like, there is no escape from the musk, miss up-tight.
"No... no, it's just... err, my antiperspirant! Smells lovely, don't you think" I said in a stylish pose with a hoof over the forehead and a pouting chest.
"Cut the bull-crap, Rarity. I'm here to help you with that pesky period of yours" Spike said and approached me further with a hand on my foreleg. He pulled it up and down in a smooth motion, bringing up my next line. "Ah! Spike, what are you-".
"Ssh... it's gonna be alright, Rarity" he furthered and grabbed my muzzle with his vacant hand. He brought us closer in a flash, forcing me to connect with him. I let out a muffled groan to play out the small amount of resistance a mare in her estrous can do. Then, 'Rarity' was hooked. I greeted his tongue with my own and relaxed my legs for him. In the next second, he pushed me back on the floor, forcing me to land on my back and get rolled over by him.
"Oh, Spike, you're so forward..." I said weakly as he pushed aside my tail, adjusting my behind to lay straight up for him. He wasn't very tall so I had to lay down on my stomach for him.
"This is a serious problem, Rarity. You can't be left like this. Allow me to help you out".
"Oh, yes! By Celestia, yes! Fuck me hard, Spike! Fuck my scent away and fill me with your dragon seed!" I demanded desperately, continuing with the hoof over my forehead.
He laid a hand on my left half, spreading it from the other one so he could press inside his... might... inside me. He gasped as the head went past my labia. The sheer ecstasy of seeing his dick disappearing inside me must have been a blessing from Celestia's heaven. And once the feeling of my inner muscles squeezing his member played out, he sank his claws into both my halves. He pushed inside me, deeper and deeper until his pelvis met my ass. He was balls deep now.
And I hardly felt anything...
"Aahh! Oh my! Oh my, Spike! It's sooo... nice! Do it again! Fuck me again! Pull out and mate with me!" I screamed out in a faked ecstasy. He was quick to obey and started doing his thing, or at least that's what I thought he was. His pelvis hit my behind constantly, so it had to be him fucking me as hard as he could. The moans were in time with each thrust, so he can't have suspected me for faking any of it.
It just took a few seconds before he gasped uncontrollably, gritting his teeth and screaming out Rarity's name. Just what I expected from a virgin...
Aside from that unmistakeable feeling of getting filled to the brim. I opened my eyes wide in surprise. That was indeed a healthy dose rushing from his cock inside me. The spraying feeling of sperm drenching your inner walls, impregnating you, blessing you. Yeah, I was glad I hadn't lost that feeling at least. Right when I was going to fake my orgasm, I could have sworn Spike was still ramming me. And right I was. The little thing was still humping my back like a beast. His claws sank deep into my coat, nearly penetrating my skin. It felt awkwardly nice, to be honest. And this context, having sex with an actual dragon. It helped the mentality a whole lot. In fact... I enjoyed this.
Right when I came to that insight, Spike groaned loudly as another of his injections filled me with precious sperm. My entire wide-spread cavern got filled like a glass, literally. He dragged his pointy fingers all over my backside, eventually scratching it seriously due to his lack of control. But it felt nice! Gosh, this filled and it wouldn't stop. He continued, shot inside me without any pause until the third and even fourth load gushed inside me.
"Ooh, buck!" I screamed as the sticky substance finally leaked out from me. Spike thrust inside me one last time and then fell limp to the floor. He gasped like he was dying, but according to his smile it was a good moment to die.
I got up on my legs, moving carefully to not spill anything. Only mares knew how it felt, being this tanked with semen, so filled you could feel it lap inside you. I was assured not many mares had experienced getting their back covered in red gashes, however...
I left the library with a mildly sad frown. Spike had told me I couldn't stay for the night since his friend, some Twilight Sparkle, was also living here. He had planned this in all secrecy and this day was one of the few his friends wasn't in the library. He was however thankful for everything and promised he was going to do exactly as we had gone through.
As I heard the library door closing and the late afternoon sun struck me, I thought of Spike's chances on his little crush. If she truly was in heat, it would work without a doubt. If not, an assault of that caliber would only cost him a few years in the dungeon...
And that wrapped up today's business. It took longer than I anticipated, but I had already decided to not take any other clients today. Today was Friday. And that meant I had a very special customer waiting for me over at The Keg. It wasn't far from the town hall square, just around the corner and inside the deeper district. A little hoof step closer, and I could tilt my head up to see the sign beneath the setting sun. A beautifully carved sign saying what many ponies wanted to hear after a long day of work. That was The Keg.
I walked inside to let the warm breezes of alcohol strike me senseless. The thick air was enough to intoxicate a newcomer to alcohol. Lightweights had to get their booze from other places, such as Sweet Apple Acres or any of the imported shit from Manehattan. I remember those idiots, Flim and Flam I think they were called. After failing their takeover of the cider business, they sank so low as to try smuggling cider with way too much ethanol in it from some shady business at the outskirts of Fillydelphia. They were promised a huge cut of the profit made from it. They ended up two years in the dungeon.
Believe me, this job gives you a lot of information about everything as long as you keep an ear peeled.
I made my way through the boozers, the workers, the drunks, the bruisers, the weaklings, and finally the most annoying group of them all – the charmers. However, they only had one member. She was waiting for me over at the bar. The plum colored coat and the mane with a shade of mulberry revealed who she was. However, I didn't recognize her until she grabbed the tanker of beverage and downed it in one sweep. The stallions didn't get too close to her. They knew this mare was in a completely different league compared to them. She was the one who beat down males like they were foals even though she wasn't a body builder, that bitch you heard about from the scumbags who claimed they had fucked her. They didn't know who they talked about.
I got up to the lone mare on her bar stool, sneaked a glance at each side before taking the seat next to her. My flank ached a little from the gashes, but if I whimpered every time that had happened, It's be an orchestra.
The scent of booze was stronger here, clearly the deed of this pony I was about to poke on the shoulder. Her head was was low like the depression from the slums had hit her.
"Hi, beauty punch" I said, waiting for the suspicious glance from her. Nah, she didn't give me that look. Instead I received the warmest smile and most welcoming embrace I knew of – Berry Punch's embrace. I laid my forelegs around her too, doing my best to not sneeze due to the thick mane tickling my snout. I'd had enough tickling sensations for today. "Orchid! I thought you wouldn't make it" she said in a cheerful tone as her forelegs strangled me for a second. It was okay, as long as it was her limbs.
"Now why would I reject my number one patron? Of course I'll be here for you" I replied happily, enjoying the moment of complete honesty from my heart.
The hug ended slowly, giving Berry Punch enough time to literally get the feel of me before letting go entirely. Without my notice, the bartender came up to me. A nice, handsome earth pony stallion who I couldn't understand why he was single. "Hello, Orchid. The usual?" he asked, knowing I was another patron to his bar. A nod, and he was off getting the Jagermarester and Red Buffalo for me.
"So did you thought of my proposal?" Berry asked, sounding awfully cheery again. I liked seeing her happy, but not when it came to that question out of all. I already knew the outcome...
I sighed and turned to the counter. "Yes, Beauty... and I'm sorry, but-".
"But what?" she asked as her tone changed into a more frustrated one. Here we go again with her talking about it for the rest of the evening. "I'm offering you a home, Orchid. A real home, not a dirty makeshift bed. Do you really have to stay on the streets when you know it's slowly killing you?".
Same old argument, but with a little twist to the words. I knew how to counter them perfectly.
"Does your sister approve of it?" I asked bluntly, instantly responded with a silent mare trying to find words. Her shifting look down the the corner of her eyes told the truth. "Thought so. I'm not very glad about her either, minding that last time we met".
That time being me running from the guards after getting a broom shoved up my ass. No, really. It was more painful than you can imagine.
"Cheerilee can be a...".
"Real bitch?".
We both stared silently at each other until Berry blinked. "I was going to say hoof-full, but yeah... I suppose you're right" she ended and turned to the counter too. She couldn't do much about her big sister. She had forbidden Berry to ever meet me again, so this was in all secrecy. If Cheeri would find out about us meeting so often, she'd probably kill me. Couldn't really blame her, now. What kind of Sister doesn't want her beloved sibling to stay away from dirty things like a whorse.
For the rest of the evening we talked about everything. How life had turned out as it was, the mystery about it, facts, myths and ridiculous opinions about nothing at all. Like a roller coaster of blabbering, we drank out poisons and thanked each other for being there.
She was my... lover, so to say. Every now and then she paid me my fee to join her in a motel room where we literally just slept for the night. Don't know if that classes as a lover, but I appreciated all of it, every little bit of it. I accepted her as my patron and friend, but lover? I don't know, I just sighed at myself every time I thought about it. I couldn't have a lover, not with this job. And what about a lover? It just sounded so wrong in my ears.
In the end, when Luna's night stood high, we parted. I didn't ask for anything, the kiss on my cheek was for free, just like mine was on her cheek. She waved me good-bye, only leaving behind the wish that I'd keep consider her offering. It was nice, really nice...
But I didn't have anything on her. Our lives were too different. She had a regular and legal job, I was standing in every corner trying to sell my ass to the first payer. She was a wonderful mare who deserved the best, just a mare who had the bad luck of falling in love with a...
Whorse.
To be continued...
Author's Note:
A whole piece of shit late, I know. Meh, I could likewise say this is just going to update every third week or something. BUT HAY NO! You guys deserve to get what you want for following me and my story, so I'll do my best to do what I do best: write bout made-up ponies having gruesome sex with each other and possibly raping small foals (what the...) and maybe even spice it up with some... what, more sex? Yeah, you know the drill.
So it seemed that Spike was a clear favorite this time. This was actually my first time involving him in a clop scene. Felt weird I tell ya. The next one?
YOU DECIDE! WHO IS ORCHID GOING TO SELL HERSELF TO NEXT?
Brohoof on ya all!