I sat in my entry, looking over my finances. "Fucking hell I regret everything about that." I muttered to myself, looking at the massive bill from Velvet's clothes. I had been on the fence about taking several contracts, but with this dent in my savings, I was out of options. "Velvet...I swear to god."

"What about god?" Velvet asked, trotting into the room dressed up in a sporty jogging outfit. Tight cotton short shorts, what looked like a pony sports bra and a sweatband. "You look pale, what happened?"

I shook my head, "Just...blood, other places...worth...the money." I croaked, turning back to my books, "So...you're gonna go jogging for me?"

She looked at her flank, "Well I figured you're either calling me fat, or we're gonna go jogging later." She walked up before me, "Speaking of, you said we'd talk about something besides being an...escort."

I looked around my home, "Uh...maybe...in time. Right now I really don't have anything else that I can do, that...will make me the money I need. I mean I could flip burgers and live in a hovel, but at some point playing pet for some prissy noble is a- well not a happier alternative, but certainly more appealing."

Velvet paced around, "So you'd rather be bound up in crotchless chaps, trotted around in the middle of a public street, than work at Oats'?"

I shrugged, "All chaps are crotchless...and I'd rather have something up my ass than a face full of acne."

Velvet yanked her head up, "Huh...that's not the way I was thinking about it, but touche."

"En'garde." I shot back, reveling in my little joke. "Anyways, just make sure you work up a sweat while I work with my clients. I mean...like...dri--"

"Is this a sex thing?" Velvet asked, looking at her rear, "It sounds like a sex thing."

I chewed on my lower lip, "It's.... It's a sex thing, and I need you out of the house while I work."

Velvet let out a short huff, "Fine, but we're talking about finding you something different to do later, and...the- you know." she spun around, "And we should do something fun while I'm here! Something nice and calm, without sex. We should just go jogging for the fun of it later."

"That, that actually sounds--" I was cut off by a short knocking at the door. "Op, that's them." I stood up, slowly hurrying over to the front door. "Cheap contract...but it's a nice break from the usual milking."

Velvet gave me a confused look, "But you- I- we just--"

I rubbed the back of my head, "It's different with you. I mean...I enjoy sex with you."

"How flattering...now I think I'm gonna use the back door. I don't want them- stop sneering!" Velvet yelped, stopping me mid laugh, "Backdoor, you damn pervert."

I chuckled to myself, stepping up to the front door and fixing my collar. I brushed myself off, wrapped my hand around the door and pulled it open. Two rather bashful ponies were standing on the other side, "Oh- h-hello!" The male half said, taking his hat off, "We're not late are we?"

I shook my head, "Inside, now."

The couple looked a bit unnerved by my rather abrupt command. The pair slowly walking past me and into the house. The looked around, gawking at the room. The chubby blue mare and the rather lanky orange stallions looked as out of place as they could. "Right, Cup Cake, Carrot Cake, let's not waste time." I pointed to the kitchen, leading the couple along the way.

They seemed horridly apprehensive to even take a step. "Oh my...this is all just--"

"Mrs. Cake please...you're on my dime." I stated, pulling a chair over and pointing to the middle of the room. "My assistant was very clear, you're having marital issues, let's not split hairs about it let's sort it out. And you came to me, not a therapist so I'll go ahead and assume it's an in bed issue."

Carrot Cake seemed a bit flustered, "Well it's not that bad...I mean--"

"Sir, you came to a professional. You don't call a mechanic to change a tire." I leaned back in my chair, crossing my legs, "Now let's take it from the top. Mr. Cake, you're horny and want to have sex, how do you go about figu--"

Cup Cake tapped her hoof on the ground, "We don't- not like--"

Carrot Cake cut in, "We have a day...usually three times a month or so."

I tapped the fingers of my right hand on my dining table, rubbing my face with my left, "Oh-good-lord." I took a deep breath, "...Cup Cake would you care for a drink?"

The pudgy blue mare grew a bit more bashful, "Oh...I don't--"

"Whiskey, Vodka, Cid--"

"Schnaps...."

I shook my head, "Interesting choice...." I stood up and started over to my cabinet, "Mr. Cake, you get nothing. It'll do nothing but make your dick even limper."

"He--"

I found a bottle and poured a glass, "Sir, shut up." I stated, handing the drink off to Cup Cake, "Planned sex, you disgust me...."

"H-hey I paid yo--"

"You paid me to get your sex life back on track, not to stroke your fucking ego!" I stuck my hand out towards Cup Cake, "Drain than, now!" I snapped, causing the pudgy mare to slam the drink and skittishly set the glass down. "Alright.... Mr. Cake...you just got home from wor--"

Carrot tapped his hoof again, "We work out of our house...."

I felt an extremely harsh grimace crawl over my face, "...I swear to- alright, pretend you're not a boorish twat. You stumble home, you have an erection, and you're not gonna spend another night stroking yourself like a sad bastard. What do you do?"

The two ponies looked utterly befuddled. "I don't--"

"Fucking pretend you daft bastard!" I yelled, slamming the table, "I need to see how you approach this."

The two ponies once again looked slightly off put, but the male half finally listened. He walked up to his mare, standing before her with a decent slump to his posture. "Honey...I was thinking we could...fool around?"

I felt my face tighten up hard, "Holy shit.... Cup Cake are you wet yet? Tell me how dripping wet you are from that amazingly suave entrance."

Cup just looked down at her hooves, "I don't really--"

I snapped my head forward, "...It was a joke, and now isn't the time to be modest. If you dampen your backside, you sure as hell need to tell me, same for you Carrot...you get it up, you let me know." I took a deep breath, "Now put some effort into it this time!" I snapped, "Show your mare how she turns you on, because if you don't I will, and you'll watch!"

Carrot just looked at his wife, "Baby, I was--"

I shook my head, "Good lord, do you have a hump? Are you a hunchback?" I asked, standing up and hurrying into the hall. I found a pair of latex gloves and pulled them tight against my hands. By the time I got back Carrot was chatting to his wife.

"Honey I don't think this is--" I cut him off, grabbing his mane and pulling it back, "What the--" Once again I cut him short, pressing against the center of his back and causing his posture to straighten up in a snap.

"You slouch again I'll just give you half your money back and finish off your wife." I stated, leaving him bolt stiff. I moved to Cup, turning her around and straightening out her posture. "Carrot, come in, let this mare know what you want and get it!" I forced the mare's tail up, "See this blue pussy? Get the fuck in there!" I yelled, digging two fingers against her lips and pulling her open. "This pink is your life, you fail now, kiss your nuts goodbye!"

Carrot looked horribly frightened, "So- do I--"

I left the mare, walking over and ripping his hat off. "Get this shit off there, this too!" I yanked his bow tie off, tossing it onto the dining table, "Now you get that mare into bed. Up the stairs, first door on the left. You don't reach there in five minutes with a dripping wet mare I'm not gonna be able to do much."

Carrot's look went from scared to petrified, "I paid a lot of--"

"Then make it worth it!" I shouted, stepping back and leaning against the wall, "Time starts now."

Mr. Cake stood for a few moments, frozen like a deer in headlights, "What do I do!?"

I rubbed my face, "Cunnilingus helps...groping, grinding...but do something!"

The orange mess finally jumped to it, walking like he had a stick up his ass but at the very least he was carrying some masculinity to himself. He hesitantly put his hoof onto his wife's flank, "Sweeti--"

"More ya daft fuck!" I yelled, kicking the wall with the back of my heel, "When I said get in there, I fucking meant you get the fuck in there! Be mean, this is yours, take it!"

The stallion half mounted his mate, "Baby...I think it's about time we have some fun...."

I shook my head, "...You two must go at it like virgins every night. I suppose it'll have to do. Get her into bed, keep up the foreplay." I walked along, watching the clumsy couple loosen up slightly. Mr. Cake was slowly growing, and as horrifying a sight as it was to me, sure enough his wife slowly got a hitch in her step. "Like virgins without the passion...." I grumbled, keeping a few steps ahead as the tipsy mare threatened to bash her husband's face with her flank.

I held the door for them, watching the slightly bubbly duo clamber inside. "Right...get in bed, position you would have done normally."

The awkward couple lumbered into bed, Cup Cake laying flat on her belly, Mr. Cakes hunching over and mounting her. "Stop- stop- just stop." I called, threatening to break the bedpost with my hand, "First off, Mrs. you're just not putting any god damn effort into it. You're flat on your gut, letting your husband saw away at you. Mr. you're hunched over, ya look about as limp as old celery and this is the equine equivalent of missionary, spice it the fuck up!"

I walked over to the edge of the bed, pulling Mr. Cake down. "God I don't want to touch you...." I groaned, taking hold of the chubby mare and rolling her onto her side. "This one takes a little flexibility...so you might be a bit sore later." I took hold of her leg, lifting it up. I ignored a loud pop from her joints and held her leg parallel to the bed post, "Right, sir, hop up and stand on two legs."

"I don't think I can--"

"I never said it would be easy!" I snapped, watching the stallion slowly crawl up, "Use her leg to balance...and...I guess I'll line you up." Mr. Cake slowly took his wife's leg in his forelegs, shakily balancing over his splayed out wife. "Yep, new perspective gets the blood flowing." I stared at the disgustingly married cock before me, rubbing my gloved hands together. "...Oh god I don't want to do this." I hissed, reaching between Cup's legs and running my hand up and down the mare's slit, "Well...she's wet there stud...good on ya...."

Mr. Cake was shaking horridly, "Can you hurry!? My legs are starting to hur--" he shut up instantly as my vaginally sickened hands grabbed him.

"Oh god...it's warm...like a shit log." I muttered, pointing him where he needed to go. "Alright...bend your legs." Mr. Cake slowly complied, "Keep going...don't stop, keep-" I felt his half hardened meat press against Cup's slit, sliding in with modest ease. "Alright!" I jumped back, "Thank god.... Well...dip your waist, make sure not to slip out because if you do, you're on your own."

Cup was zoned out, her leg stretched out to an impressive degree for a mare her size. Mr. Cake wasn't faring too well, his legs trembling as he tried to squat, "I'm not sure I can--"

"Dip, one two, dip, two three, get on with it!" I clapped my hands, "Use her leg for balance if you have to, but you better make her moan if you do!"

I stood back, watching the couple go at it. It was like watching armature porn by middle aged folk, but they seemed to be getting into it. Mr. Cake looked pained, her legs wobbling as he squatted and dipped his member into his wife's plump hole. "...Smells like death in here." I mumbled to myself, watching the clumsy couple go at it. "Carrot, straighten your back!" I yelled, watching his legs dip low and force himself deep into his wife. Cup's forelegs were crawling out, clutching the sheets as her breath shook in time with Carrot's clumsy moans.

It was horrifying, but seeing the pair get more and more into it, sweaty already and reeking of sex. I wanted to die, but they seemed to be throwing themselves into it. I left them to it, listening to their breathing and making a few minor corrections as they went along. "...five minutes...going alright."

I looked back to them, finding Mr. Cake glowing bright red, but his wife still rather low. "Carrot, see that hoof, lick it."

Things slowed down, the lewd squelching stopping for a few moments, "I- what--"

"Lick your wife's hoof! Dig in, because at this rate you're just gonna leave her disappointing." Mr. Cake had a few seconds of trepidation before sticking his tongue out. "Jesus Christ, it's not fucking dog shit! It's your wife, treat her like she fucking deserves!"

I walked up, pushing his face into his wife's hoof and holding him there. "Breath...breath deep, keep moving."

I stepped back, laughing slightly at Carrot's expression. "Get to seven...only a few more seconds...." I watched the jiggly duo ruin each other, Mrs. Cake still not past her first orgasm.

Mr. Cake proved either out of practice or a bit weak. "I- I ca--"

"Go deep then!" I shouted, barely paying attention, "You're gonna finish her off so you better hope you don't have to taste your own brew."

Mr. Cake stopped dead, face pale as he clutched his wife's leg. He looked a bit worried, but before it could show much he lowered his head and gave a few weak thrusts. I waited until he went slack, nearly falling off the bed from the strain on his legs. "Oh, not yet!" I shouted, scooping him up and placing him face to face with his wife's freshly pumped pussy, "She doesn't cum, you fail, get to it and treat the clit like your god!"

I watched Cup Cake as she closed her legs on her husband's head, humping and gyrating as her hooves moved the the back of Carrot's head. "Oh- buck- buck- Dear bucking Celestia!" Cup screamed, her breathing growing ragged as she humped her way towards the edge of the bed. "Carrot- honey- I'm gonna--" I couldn't see exactly what he did, but Carrot hit a sweet spot.

Cup Cake lost her shit, breathing going completely off kilter as her leg trembled before shooting out and snapping the elongated bedpost in half. "Holy shit!" I yelped, ducking to the side as Cup Cake humped her husband's head into the foot board. Mr. Cake looked like he was getting ruined between the ruthless pair of blue thighs, "...Holy shit...." I muttered to myself, watching the poor bastard suffocate on plump baker tang. I didn't dare intervene, letting Cup Cake ride out what I could only imagine was one hell of a pent up release.

eventually the sweaty head of Carrot pulled free, gasping for air. "Honey- I- that--"

I walked towards the window, "Um...that was impressive...." I pulled the window open, letting a rush of clean crisp winter air inside. "So...uh, shower's in there,"- I pointed to a second door in the room -"you've got the room for the day...uh...let me know if you need anything else."

Mr. Cake just sat there, catching his breath, "Water...please...."

I nodded a few times. "Sure...you two--" I stopped myself as Mr. Cake lowered himself over his wife,cuddling her and staring into space. "Well...it worked for one of ya'."

I hurried down the steps, stopping my quest for water as a loud banging started ringing through the walls. I stared at the glass, watching it jump and slosh as the bangs grew louder. "...Holy shit, those walls are soundproofed." I couldn't help but feel a little bad, "Oh man...I don't know what I did...but I think I might be killing a stallion."

I sat in my kitchen, time passing like mad as I tried to ignore the massive pounding someone was taking.

"Um...Nick?" Velvet's voice rang out from the back door, "What the buck is going on!?"

I leaned my head into the hall, shaking my head softly, "Uh...something terrible, and something great." I stood from my chair, meeting Velvet in the hall. "...So...I mean like--"

"Yeah...it'd be kinda...creepy with them...going at i--"

"Bucking mother--"

I leaned down at the sound of a lamp shattering, "...I made the male eat out the female...and I think I unleashed the devil."

"Good work there Tirek...." Velvet looked around, "So uh...we should go...jogging tomorrow, maybe not today."

I nodded feverishly. "Yeah, I uh- sounds good."

"Deeper- deeper honey!"

"I'm trying dear!"

I felt my skin creep, "Oh shit...I left that window open!" I started to run up the stairs, stopping as Velvet walked by. "I uh- uh...." I stepped back down and let Velvet walk past, "...Taste for curiosity." I stated, ducking down behind Velvet and shoving my face into her crotch. I took a deep breath, biting her flank and getting a disgusting whiff of her strong sweat. It was disgusting, vile, overly pungent and fetishistically erotic. It stank like nothing I'd ever smelled before, but because of who it was, because of where I was buried, the heat coming from her body, seperated by a thin sheet of cotton, drove me to the brink of insanity. "F-fucking hell." I muttered, wiping off my nose, "Bugger my ass, Jesus- fuck!" I shouted, the smell stuck in my nose and my rod jumping to attention in seconds.

Velvet just grew flustered, staring at me as I lurched up the stairs, "...You stuck your face in my sweaty crotch, what were you expecting!?"

"Exactly what I got!" I yelled, trying to control myself, "Wasn't- fuck- wasn't complaining!" Next Chapter: Jog Estimated time remaining: 11 Minutes