The weather was overcast, no sunbeams were visible on the horizon, especially since in the case of the city with its buildings pacing the skies, night seemed to come faster than in the rest of Equestria. But whether it was night or day, it was the same for the three ponies currently living in this apartment.
After leaving the scene of the incident, little was said, other than Blayke's immediate orders, for the sake of that last evening. Ordering Ditzy to take a shower, as he had noticed what was wrong with his crotch, ordering Dinky to stay locked in his room until further notice while the stallion prepared dinner. Dinky's dinner was completely calm, the two girls eating their soup while Blayke had not prepared a plate for himself, the hunger did not come while he was cleaning the mare's clothes, and his hand was still soaked in blood from earlier.
Then a tooth brushing followed and the stallion spoke once again, sending them to bed, dropping him heavily on his couch on an empty stomach. He wasn't really sleepy, despite the day he had just had, all he wanted was to finish it, and have this talented filly and her silly mother leave his life for good.
All he wanted was to end the silence and for reality to no longer manifest itself in his home, which he would leave in a very short time. He hoped it would happen like this, but hope is only fleeting, he had already learned this far too many times.
That's why when he heard a door open and naked footsteps against his squeaky floor, even though it was trying to keep the noise to a minimum, he wasn't angry.
He didn't want to be angry anymore.
"I told you to go to bed, go back to your daughter!" He ordered once more.
He closed his eyes, thinking she would leave. And the shock was only greater when he opened them again, meeting those of the gray mare at his bedside. She was wearing a dressing gown that Blayke was unable to wear without tearing it. Watching her carefully pull on the garment made him realize one thing, she may have had nothing underneath except a woman's boxer shorts and a bra.
But it was Ditzy's gaze that intercepted the collapsed black stallion even more, he seemed softly flying but with a hint of seriousness he didn't expect. They were going to talk, adult to adult this time again. Illuminated only by moonlight from the wide open window, the situation seemed to be heading towards something more trying than their last serious discussion.
Realizing that it was inevitable, and having nothing better to do since he couldn't find rest, he raised his bust and wanted to offer to sit next to him. Until she herself decided to sit down in front of him, on his knees, not letting him maneuver as planned.
"Can I know what you're doing?" said Blayke, clearly surprised at the position the mare was in.
"What was that, your dishonest way out of it?" She asked.
The sudden question, and her ever-present look, had an invaluable effect on the stallion. His eyes widened, the shock in his chest even more impacting than a bomb exposing in his own torso. Why would a pony want to know this, under what circumstances would Blayke be forced to respond. Well, in these circumstances it seems.
How is it that the clumsy mare can ask the exact question that has plagued the stallion since he started his business. Why was it that one day he would end up...
...confess it... to her?
It seemed to be the logical next step, but the answer would always burn on his lips, as if all his... customers prevented him from talking about his old business.
Noticing that the stallion was beginning to breathe more unsteadily at her request and even shaking her hands, the surprisingly intelligent mare in this kind of situation reacts. Ditzy put a hand on her shoulder, spanking him back to him with a slight start, remembering that he wasn't dreaming. She made her other hand travel through his badly coiffed mane, but surprisingly pleasant to the touch, Blayke letting her do so.
Knowing that the most sensitive subject was being brought up by her, she spoke again when she saw the stallion unable to respond instantly. She was very concerned about this, coming from him.
"I know this is a serious subject for you, so if you don't want to tell me, it's not..." she said, stroking each of her hair carefully.
"I prostituted myself!" Was the sentence that cut her off. And she didn't speak anymore, widening her pupils beyond the imaginable, stopping her movements in her mane, and waiting for more explanations. Even though she would accept if he stopped there.
Not Blayke's kind, even upset.
"I had nowhere to go and no work, so I wandered the streets until I found a one-way alley that wasn't too dirty. That's the... a mare approached, and took me for an escort." He started by lowering his eyes, not even daring to look at the mare anymore. "I would have broken her nose for that, but then she pulled out exactly four bills, which was more than I thought I could get by working honestly... so I played along." He finished.
A short pause followed, which Ditzy was very anxious about, thinking that Blayke was thinking about whether or not it would be useful to tell him this heavy secret. But he's just thinking about how many things to say in a short period of time.
"It was my first time, and it was awful, I was just a dick on paw for her, and for many others afterwards. I quickly realized that I would have to be tough to hold out, so I practiced in my spare time, every day, to become as physically attractive as possible. If you knew how many celebrities have spent their money just for my dick and my body, you'd leave on the field of this execrable city." He wanted to catch his breath, but he didn't have the time or the need to do so. "Shit, once a policewoman saw me offering my services. I thought I'd go to jail if she caught me, or that I'd have to move to another neighborhood after running away from her, but you'd think that if I told you, it was for a reason." He stopped, leaving the mare a few seconds to imagine the possible scenarios outside this city.
But there was only one left.
"She was my biggest customer, not a month went by without her dropping bills to me in addition to a so-called security due to her position. Even the fucking police wanted my dick, when they were supposed to punish me for that." He ends his sentence by clicking his teeth against it, another emotion rising up inside him.
Sadness.
"This fucking city, I... I never want to go back it again!" He declared, his body tensing up as a strange feeling of frost ran through him. He even thought that ice was forming around him, and despite his imposing size, he could not escape alone, the cold freezing even the most worked muscles.
The only thing that would prevent him from sinking even further into the meanders of his mind was the various zones of heat that came in. First on his knees, then on his mane to reach the level of his neck, and once the stallion's head was also resting comfortably, he realized what was happening. The mare who had heard everything was hugging him, her arms curling up behind her head, leaving Blayke's face against her chest. And deciding that too many tears had been fall today, she decided to speak up to avoid it.
"You need to get away, away from here, and more than that, you need to not be alone anymore." She said as she began to caress her crumbling mane again. "That's why... I'd like... for you to come and live in Ponyville, with Dinky and me." She went on loving what she was doing, hoping not to spoil anything.
"What are you talking about... they all hate me and I don't want to see them again." The stallion announced by raising his head towards Ditzy, staring at her in a classic way, as if he wasn't about to cry a minute ago.
The soft hands of the gray pegasus placed themselves on each of her cheeks, trying to keep her gaze with his, smiling when she could.
"You say that because you haven't taken the time to get to know them, and they don't hold grudges. If you apologize, whether it's your fault or not, they'll give you a second chance." Said Ditzy proudly believing her words, taking on a smile more authentic with each passing sentence.
Blayke was about to reply, but something in the natural beauty of the gray face prevented him from concluding. His two eyes, too, remained upright, hiding their share of the mare's suffering, but she didn't let anything show, not in front of him, not tonight.
That night, for the first time, Blayke had another new sensation passing through him as they stared at each other without a word or even a sound. In the moonlight behind Ditzy's face, Blayke understood how his blush, compared to all the others, was quite different.
This same ray of light surely illuminating her red cheeks was just what Ditzy needed to do what she had already dreamed of. Knowing that the stallion wouldn't push her away, she let her eyes cover and her lips move forward, until she reached their goal.
As they made contact, their lips closed the space that still separated them. The mare kept her soft hands on the stallion's burning cheeks, bringing a comfort rarely achieved for Blayke, and for once, he let herself do. Despite her closed eyes, she still controlled the kiss.
Blayke, right in front of her, kept his eyes open to keep looking at her, the sight of the mare bringing more warmth than the pressure of her body against his. Beyond his countless sexual experiences, this was the first time the stallion felt a romantic interest in the situation. Even after getting out of the shower and brushing his teeth, the decidedly pegasus-like taste of his delicious muffins was still noticeable.
Blayke realized that he just had to worry about how this mare made him feel about all the others and decided to accentuate his lips on hers, but hesitated to stick his tongue in. He began to take her with his arm at her slim waist, even with a robe still on, and his second hand hurried to the same attentions she gave him at the level of her mane.
Still staring at her innocent and touching face, a tear almost dripped from his eye, and he decided he didn't care whether she saw it or not, the most important thing was to always see her face. Her face... that made him realize so many things with every second that passed as the kiss came to an end.
Ditzy had started it, and she was also the one who broke it by moving a few inches away, with Blayke's hands on her without any resistance. She opened her eyes with a real bright smile.
"I was hoping you could... maybe... well, I know it's a bit quick and tricky to ask but... I..." she tried her best to express herself, seemingly failing to do so.
Except that Blayke recognized this behavior very well, at least it was very similar to what many mares would spank to ask him to deflower them. Of course, some kept him because asking a stranger to do so, even if it was his business, was still a delicate matter for a part of Equestria. The way Ditzy's show was definitely on this side, although due to their relationship and the fact that they were no longer strangers to each other, had absolutely nothing in common with the ones Blayke had fucking just for money.
Here, he would prefer to use the term "making love" a thousand times over.
The first time, with a mare he wanted.
Not wasting any more time, he suddenly changed his position and was always in control of the situation. Bending his legs towards himself, tilting Ditzy backwards and following her, starting another kiss. Soon he would even start to take off his robe slowly, the mare blushing as intensely as he had done earlier.
Before going any further, their eyes met during the second kiss, trusting each other completely and agreeing on what was to follow.
Feeling helpless, uncomfortable feeling of cold, lack of hope of getting out of this situation. Devastating hatred, limit of murder, trauma due to this city.
These are the things that Ditzy and Blayke had to face today, with few satisfactory results for all their problems.
Or at least for yesterday. For now it was today, and any hint of discomfort had vanished from their minds...
...thanks to that night.
That saving night that reconciled them with what he wanted while spanking them. The sun's rays would barely rise from the corner of Blayke's living room window overlooking the disturbing view of the upstairs neighbor smoking on her balcony. But the sun of each of the two ponies was now inside, one on top of the other, the stallion wrapping the mare in his arms.
The night they had just spent could only be described as the most wonderful and liberating one, the one that signed a new beginning for the stallion, with this mare. He felt some pressure on her torso from her, finally opening his eyes to see her bust lift with difficulty. When he understood that it was because of her embrace, he broke it off, his strong hands accompanying the grey pegasus in its movement, only to end up crossing his eyes again.
Neither of them had the strength to smile, but they didn't need it to know what the other was thinking right now. After a moment's hesitation, it was the black pony who raised his head to reach her lips, to the mare's surprise, but far from being disappointed.
Their fully undressed bodies were still reacting to the contact with their skin, slight shivers of pleasure invading them as the memories of the night returned little by little.
"Mom, are you there?"
The sound was still recognizable as that of a filly coming out of a deep sleep, Ditzy widening her eyes at the realization.
Blayke did the same. He came out of the kiss too quickly for her and lowered the mare's head against his pecs with one hand. He suddenly put his head out for Dinky to see him angry.
"SHE'S COMING, BACK TO BED !" Ordered the stallion with a point less sincerity that was in the uncomfortable box instead.
"But, I'm not sleepy anymore..."
"IT'S A ORDER DINKY !"