Pinkie Pie was the last to leave the station. She watched all the others leave her. She wanted to shout out to them one last time and tell them it all wasn’t worth it. She knew that it was hopeless; it was impossible to argue with a mare in heat.

Pinkie was a mare in heat herself. She still didn’t know how they had managed to get her on the train in the first place. Manehattan was awful. She was half tempted to get back on the train and go straight back to Ponyville. Maybe with five less mares in town, that would improve her odds.

She sighed in frustration. That just wouldn’t cut it. It would be another uncomfortable hours-long trip back to Ponyville. That meant hours of squirming and sweating and fantasizing about a stallion’s big, hard cock. Pinkie didn’t think she could wait that long.

She resigned herself to trying to get laid in Manehattan. She looked around. The main lobby of the station was enormous. There were hundreds of other ponies milling about. It almost felt like some kind of church or temple. She could probably just ask a stallion in here, but somehow that didn’t strike her as being appropriate.

The exit from the building left her out on the street. “Yep,” Pinkie said to herself, “this is the same old Manehattan.” Traffic, noise, Manehattanites everywhere. Each one of them was probably some rapist or axe murderer or investment banker. Pinkie found a little spot on the sidewalk where she could get out of the way of the bustling crowd. She took off her saddlebags, laid them down by her hooves and took out her map.

The hotel wasn’t that far away. There were a number of nightclubs and bars and other places that eligible bachelors might frequent. Hopefully, Pinkie thought, she could get this taken care of fast, and maybe catch an early train back to Ponyville.

Pinkie folded up the map and bent down to stuff it back into her saddlebags. The only problem was that her saddlebags were gone. It was just her, and her map, standing there on the sidewalk. Just a few seconds in the city and nearly all of her possessions had been stolen. Okie dokie lokie. Pinkie tossed the map in a trashcan, and walked over to a policepony, who probably could have seen the whole thing if he had just been paying attention. Pinkie wondered if he was some kind of double agent for the mob or something.

“Excuse me,” she said to him.

“Yes, ma’am?”

“I’ve just been robbed.”

“Really, ma’am? Where?”

“Right over there,” she pointed. “I set my saddlebags down for a second, and when I looked up they were gone.”

“Oh,” said the police officer. “Well... do you have description of the suspect? Which way they headed?”

“No.”

“Well... did you see him at all, ma’am?”

“No,” Pinkie sighed forlornly.

“Ah. Well then, ma’am. I’m afraid that there’s not an awful lot I can do to help you.”

“I understand,” she said. Pinkie looked down as she shuffled her front hooves. “So... um...”

“Yes?”

“Do you...”

“Ma’am?”

“Do you want to come back to my hotel room with me and fuck me senseless?”

“Ma’am, I’m going to pretend you did not just ask me that question.”

“But...”

“Move along, ma’am,” he told her, avoiding eye contact.

“But...”

“Move along, ma’am,” he ordered her, reaching down to pull out his nightstick.

Pinkie Pie moved along. She grumbled on her way. That was some police officer. She paid their salaries with her taxes, the least they could do is help out a mare in distress. The police motto was to serve and protect, she muttered under her breath. Maybe they should do a little less protecting and a little more servicing.

“Hey,” Pinkie said to a passing pony wearing a business suit. He glanced at her. “Wanna fuck?” He looked straight ahead and cantered away quickly. “Gelding!” she screamed after him.

Pinkie saw a stallion with a hot dog cart. She started to salivate at the thought of all that ketchup sliding down her throat. She trotted over. “Hey, lady,” he said. “Wanna hot dog?”

“No, but I’ll suck on your wiener. Wanna fuck me?”

“Lady! I don’t run that kind of business!” he told her. “HOT DOGS!” he shouted towards the rest of the crowd, trying to ignore her. “Get your hot dogs! Take my hot dogs! Please!”

Pinkie Pie walked on, more upset than ever. Business, the jerk had said. He didn’t run that kind of business.

“Wait a minute!” Pinkie said out loud. The other ponies gave her a wide berth as they pushed their way down the sidewalk. “Business! That’s what I need! A prostitute!” Pinkie hurried down the street, looking for the nearest male hooker. She had seen plenty the last time she was there. The other students had... no, no. She didn’t want to think about that right now. She just wanted to fuck and go home.

It was odd how once you wanted to find a little vice it was nowhere to be seen. She turned down another street, and another, and another. She didn’t know where she was, but she didn’t really care. There! Finally, she spotted one. There was a little group of them working the corner. She went up to the nearest one. He was wearing a neon pink saddle and fishnet stockings.

“Hi!” she said cheerfully.

“Well, hello,” he said. “Can I help you, sugarcube?”

“Boy and how,” she said. “I am so horny you would not believe it.”

“Wow, you sure know what you’re looking for. And you can pay up?”

“I sure can!” she lied. “Whatever the price. Um... how much is it?”

“Ten bits and I’ll eat you out. Twenty bits and I’ll fuck you. Fifty and anything goes.”

“Oh, wow. I’ll take the fifty.”

“Can you say that again, sugarcube?”

“The fifty, the fifty!” she hopped up and down.

“I’m sorry, sugarcube. You see, I’m a little hard of hearing. Could you say specifically what it is you want, in exchange for money, right into that suspicious little lump under my saddle?”

“Oh, sure. I would like for you to service me sexually in any way that I want in exchange for fifty Equestrian bits.” She had a big toothy grin on her face.

“Ma’am,” he said. “You have the right to remain silent. You have the right to an attorney. Anything you say can and will be used against you in...”

Pinkie screamed. She leapt into the air, then jumped into traffic. “Hey!” he, and the other undercover cops shouted. There was the terrible screeching of wheels and the screams of on-lookers. There was the crunch of metal on metal. Somehow, Pinkie avoided getting hurt. She turned to see the cops racing after her. She ducked into more traffic, causing more accidents. She was losing them. There, at the end of the street, she saw green. It was the park. Pinkie galloped for it, leapt over the fence, and then vanished into the shrubbery.

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