Rarity lay back against the comfy red chair in the club while sipping her drink.

Two stallions came up and sat on both sides of her. One of the stallions was wearing an orange and brown colored checkered hat that was tilted to the side. This was Steve, or as his friends liked to call him, Scumbag Steve. He was the same stallion that made Rarity cry on the train. He had his best friend tag along with him tonight. This friend of Steve's wasn't the stallion who defended Rarity on the train ride when Steve was harassing her, but he was present there at the time of that incident. He was a white pony and wore a very large golden necklace that had enormous links of chain. On the necklace was a giant clock. He had a dirty blonde tail and mane, and his cutie mark was a picture of a golden star, and on the star, was the acronym, Y.O.L.O., and below that was the slang word SWAG. He was also wearing sunglasses that was pushed up onto his forehead.

"Hey there, sweetheart," Steve said. "I heard you do a lot more side jobs now and we'd both be interested in paying you a bit for some service."

Rarity slowly closed her eyes as if she were drunk with pleasure and crossed her hind legs. She looked at the pony wearing the orange and brown checkered cap and said, "What's your name dear, and how much is in it for me?"

"My name is Scumbag Steve and I'd be interested in paying you however much you desire. I'd like to graduate from the blow up and plushie dolls. I'm a big fan of you and I always like to have my way with the Miss Rarity plushie doll model."

"Well Steve, I..." Rarity couldn't finish her sentence because she was cut off by Steve.

"Don't call me Steve! Call me Scumbag, or Scumbag Steve. I prefer that better."

"Well, Scumbag Steve," Rarity said. "I'm so happy that I'm such a huge fan of yours and I do have that kind of desirable effect on ponies, but I have to decline, because I'm saving my virginity until marriage."

Steve's eyes widened and he licked his lips. "Did you say that you wanted to save your virginity for marriage, implying that you're still a virgin?"

Even though Rarity was terrified to bring up God in this horrid place, she still had some morals left inside of her. "Yes, that's correct," she said. "You see, I'm a Christian and the Bible says..."

Steve cut her off and said, "Screw Christianity! The Bible doesn't even matter anymore! It's just an old book of fairy tales that was meant to scare ponies into going to church so that the religious leaders could get rich off of the stupid! You seriously can't believe that everything in that book is real, can you?"

Rarity perked up and said, "I'm terribly sorry, but if you can't respect my religious beliefs, then I do not want to even speak to you."

Steve realized that this tactic wouldn't work, and that he had to switch to a more devious plan. He put his front hoof in the air in front of her. "Hey, hey, hey, I was raised a Christian too," he lied. "You know that the Bible says that Jesus covers all sins and therefor everything we do is fair game because His grace covers all of our faults, right?"

"Um," Rarity said. "What about the Apostle Paul who said that we shouldn't sin so that grace abounds?"

"You can't trust every book in the Bible, Rarity. Remember, that the Bible was written by ponies and not God."

"It was but, the Bible says that all Scripture is inspired by God and is useful to teach us what is true and to make us realize what is wrong in our lives. It corrects us when we are wrong and teaches us to do what is right."

"Yeah, but look at Saul before he became Paul. He was a true jerk who murdered thousands of Christians all in the name of protecting the traditional Jewish faith that gave birth to Christianity, and God didn't do anything about it until so many died. That's like having God turn King Sombra into a good guy, and then having us have to listen and obey his every word because he's an Apostle or something. You honestly can't believe that God would chose such a jerk to become his Apostle now, do you? That doesn't sound like a very good God if you ask me. The real God would be way too holy and good to choose a wretch like Paul. He would choose someone smart like me. Think about King David too. He killed a stallion just so that he could make his friends wife fair game, yet this was a stallion after God's own heart. That was even at a time before Jesus even existed too, and God was pissed all of the time before Jesus entered this world. If God is cool with murder in order to have sex with someone else's wife, then He'll be chill with just me and you. Just take my word for it. I'm an expert in Theology because I took a literature class in High School and they mentioned the Bible once in class before I dropped out of school. I know what I'm talking about here. You should also keep in mind that there are thousands of denominations of Christianity that all say that they are the real deal and that all the other denominations that are different from them are heretics. Do I even need to remind you of how many millions were killed from religion alone? Even Christians had their wars and killed each other. Don't you also represent the element of generosity? I think it would be very generous of you to help me out and let me lose my load because I am suffering with blue balls, yo."

Rarity hadn't been to Bible study in so long and her Theology skills were not as sharp as they used to be because she wasn't being fed the Holy Scriptures any longer. She began to ponder and reconsider what Steve was telling her, even though the Holy Spirit inside of her was making her feel tremendous conviction. "I guess not EVERYTHING in the Bible can be true. It doesn't make sense why God would choose such a terrible stallion to become an Apostle after all of the murders he committed. I guess grace really does cover all sins, and that it isn't really that big of a deal if we have sex outside of marriage once in a while, right?"

"Now you're thinking, Rarity! See, I told you that I knew what I was talking about," Steve said as he twisted his baseball cap to the other side of his head in excitment. "God still loves you and He'd be more than willing to look over such a slight sin like premarital sex. There's absolutely no harm in it at all! Ponies have premarital sex all the time and God doesn't strike them dead for it, so it must be ok." Steve took out a check and put it in Rarity's front hoof. "So are you down, Rarity?"

Rarity looked at the sum of money and shook her head yes. "Yes, I guess there is no harm. God will understand and see me for the good pony I am regardless of what I might do. It's not like anyone is getting hurt and making love is a beautiful thing, I guess."

Steve smiled a sinister grin at how foolish Rarity was for buying his cheap talk.

Rarity got up and began to head to the backrooms.

Steve got up and turned back to his buddy and said, "Awwwww yeah! I'm going to break her hymen and pop that cherry, brah! She's going to feel so tight around me! I'm going to wreck her puss and make her mad bloody yo! Got my rubber on hoof too!" Steve quickly made his way into the room, and Rarity closed the door shut.

About a minute later, Steve and Rarity walked out of the door.

Steve's buddy was waiting near by and came over and put a check into Rarity's front hoof.

"Um, what exactly is this for, my dear?" Rarity asked.

"I'm getting in on the action too," the stallion said.

Rarity looked down at the pay check and she didn't have any second thoughts about taking him in when she saw the numbers on the check. "I guess I have time for you too then," Rarity said.

"Enjoy your sloppy seconds!" Steve said. "She was tight as Hell!" Steve suddenly tossed his buddy a condom. "Don't forget your rain coat buddy. You know what happened last time when you said that you didn't need condoms because you had mad swag, broseph. The judge wasn't exactly interested in having you pay foal support with your swag."

"Yeah," his buddy said. "I learned my lesson, but Y.O.L.O. bro. Y.O.L.O. is where it's at dawg."

Steve pounded his chest with his front hoof several times and then he put up his two front hooves up in the air as he tried his best to form some kind of street gang sign. "Y.O.L.O. bro! Go get some, breh!"

Steve's buddy responded by throwing up his own two front hooves in the air and tried to form some kind of street gang sign as well. "Represent, son! West coast for life!"

Steve scratched the side of his head with his front hoof and asked, "Don't we live in the east coast, dude?"

Steve's buddy had a dumb founded look on his face. He then perked up and said, "Oh yeah! We represent! East side for life, home slice! Good looks, son!"

Steve's buddy was led inside by Rarity. The door shut and Steve went back over to the bar for a drink. When Steve came back with his drink, his buddy came out with Rarity.

Steve laughed and said, "So tell me just how loose she felt after I got through with her, bro. She felt like parking a bicycle in an air plane hangar, right breh? "

His buddy smiled and said, "She felt brand new once I got past the first two inches inside of her.

"Aw, no way man. Buck you!" Steve said. "I'm at least three inches. Maybe even three point five inches on a good night. I measure myself every night because I buy and take growth enhancement pills!"

Steve looked over at Rarity who was looking at the ground and seemed incredibly depressed. "Hey, don't worry about what happened, Rarity. Jesus got your back, home girl and everything is going to be chill. You can always repent of your sins and become a born again virgin anyway, right? Smell you later," he said.

Steve and his buddy left Rarity and went over to the bar. They saw Brown Sugar sitting at the bar with a bucket of food and a beer. "Whoa, brah!" Steve said. Check out all that extra cushion she has for the pushin'. I bet it would be fun to tap that!"

Rarity felt tears well up in her eyes. She watched a tear drop hit the ground. She had lost her virginity all because she was dumbed down from the foolish talk of Steve. It didn't help that she was bribed with a crazy amount of money either. She felt terribly convicted that she wasted the most beautiful and intimate moment a mare and stallion could share together on some jerks of stallions who paid her some bits to have their way with her. A huge part of Rarity wanted her to fall on her face and repent. She couldn't do it right now because she was so ashamed of what she had done. Rarity felt like she couldn't talk to God ever again because He would be too angry with her and that she wasn't worth it. Rarity was being eaten up by such guilt, that she went over to her friend, Candy Wrap, and asked her what she could do about it.

Candy Wrap gave her a pill for her problems.

"What pill is this, and what does it do?" Rarity asked.

"I have no idea, but somepony gave it to me, and it's a pretty color. Even though I'm a simple earth pony, I feel as if I were a Pegasus and could soar through the skies. Just trust me, I had two tonight," Candy Wrap said.

Rarity put the pill in her mouth and took a chug of alcohol. Within a few moments, she felt as if she were some kind of super mare, and all of her troubles were forgotten.

Rarity stumbled into the door way. She was drunk and she made it to the bathroom just in time to vomit. She felt very sick right now and went to bed without showering or brushing her teeth, because she really wasn't with it right now. She landed face first into her pillow and instantly fell asleep.

The next morning Rarity got up late and looked at her calendar. She was due for blood work and she had to be tested for any sexually transmitted diseases. Rarity had her blood work done and came back home. She walked around the house and looked at all of her possessions that were displayed all over the house. She didn't have any real use for them. Most of them were just fancy things that the rich in Canterlot would piss their money away on, only to feel as if they were more worthwhile because they owned something that was expensive. Rarity found herself getting lost in buying things and it only made her feel more and more empty inside because she was replacing God with these things in order to make herself happy and feel temporary contentment.