The Twilight Sparkle Scholarship Program
Chapter Six: No Profit, No Problem
-by Drace Domino

“Tomorrow’s your birthday.” Sugarcoat was as abrupt as ever, and her eyes were flat and near-expressionless as she looked at Twilight Sparkle. The two young women were walking home from a job - one that left both of them tired, dirty, and a few hundred dollars richer. Both clad in their Crystal Prep uniforms, both letting creampies slink out of their pussies with every step to smear into their panties, and both with hair that was sticky, slightly matted, and tangled. Despite her well-fucked state and the fact that she had only applied one of her pigtails with anything close to a decent tie, Sugarcoat remained focused and deadpan as she addressed her coworker. “I’m like your only close friend now, so I got you something.”

“I have lots of friends!” Twilight Sparkle huffed, and swung her shoulders from side to side to keep her backpack squared across her. She was limping a bit more than Sugarcoat, thanks in part to the heavy pack filled with sex toys and tips, and half because the forty year old man she had fucked that night was particularly rough on her little purple ass. Still, Twilight gave Sugarcoat an indignant look, even though she was leaking cum from two holes. “You’re not my only friend. Are we even friends? I remember last time I asked, you just said I was an efficient business partner. Then you told me I get too attached to people and left the room.”

“You do get too attached to people. You quit Crystal Prep because a bunch of girls were nice to you once.” Sugarcoat blurted out, but as she did so she tucked a hand into the pocket of her hoodie - one of the few garments she had that wasn’t in some way, shape, or form sticky at the moment. When she pulled her hand back out she was holding a birthday card in an envelope, marked as professionally as one might expect. She even stamped it, just in case she didn’t see her and had to mail it. “Here. Happy birthday, Twilight. You’re an efficient business partner, but you’re also a friend, too.”

Twilight blinked as she took the letter, and gazed at Sugarcoat with a softening expression. A little smile, a friendly blush, and then her arms stretching out to move in for a hug. Sugarcoat quickly put an end to that Canterlot High fluffy nonsense - pressing a palm to Twilight’s forehead to keep her at bay.

“Just read the card, Twilight. Or don’t.” Sugarcoat shrugged, and continued to walk. “...hey, was it me, or did that guy with the beard today really like it when I called him Daddy? Like, he enjoyed it a little too much.”

“He did. It was weird.” Twilight murmured, turning to the letter and slowly opening it up. “I mean...no judgement here, considering what Shining Armor and I did, but…” She rolled her shoulders slightly, and slowed in her walk as she opened up the letter and found out what her birthday present was. From the look on her face, it was clearly something that she didn’t expect. With her head tilted and her cheeks slightly blushing, Twilight Sparkle lifted her head as she held it up - a gift certificate. For their business.

“...Sugarcoat?” She asked, arching a brow behind her glasses. “This is for one night with...you.”

“I didn’t want to spend any money. We’re trying to save for college, after all.” The other girl curtly responded, turning to face her coworker. She folded her hands before her lap and fidgeted side to side, still trying to work out the kinks that were left in her back when “Daddy” full-nelson fucked her while she was wearing her schoolgirl suit. Once she did, she gave a brief yet satisfied sigh, and straightened out to regard Twilight again. “But that’s a good gift. When was the last time someone gave you something worth fifteen hundred dollars?”

“Well...never.” Twilight blinked, and her blush continued. “But...but I don’t understand, Sugarcoat. Are you...are you telling me to sell this for the money, or--”

Sugarcoat didn’t even honor that question with a single word. She simply pinched the gift certificate, flipped it over, and pointed to the statement Twilight herself wrote when they were printing them out.

“...this certificate cannot be transferred or exchanged for any other goods, services, or currencies. Gift certificate must be claimed in full by intended party.” Twilight’s gently spoke aloud as she quoted the terms exactly, and then looked up again. Even after all this time, even after the dozens upon dozens upon dozens of cocks she’s sucked and allowed inside of her, she was still very much the naive girl fumbling her way through the Friendship Games. She had become critical and precise in her business dealings, true, but sometimes a gesture could be so simple and obvious that she tended to overthink it. “So...you’re saying...you and I…”

“You’re so bad at this.” Sugarcoat sighed, and pinched the bridge of her nose as she took a long, deep breath. When she finally snapped back to attention she pressed her hands to Twilight’s shoulders, squeezing them as she began. “Twilight. Ever since we’ve been doing this, we’ve only ever been in it for the money. For the college fund. Every creampie, every mouthful of cum we swallowed, every time we danced for guys more than twice our age. It’s always been about the money.”

“Are...are you saying you don’t want t-”

“I’m saying that you deserve one night where it’s about having fun.” Sugarcoat’s blunt nature had perhaps never been used more considerately, or more kindly. “I’m saying that for one night, instead of you having to fake orgasms and track which guys gave you the biggest tips, you can just lay back and enjoy yourself. Look...Twilight? Here’s what it comes down to: we’re virgins.”

The two girls barely lasted a few seconds before they both cracked up into intense, heavy laughter right there in the middle of the street. Laughter no doubt punctuated by the creampies that were still pouring out of them, soaking their panties and even becoming visibly noticeable on Sugarcoat’s tights where dark spots on her thighs revealed her sluttiness. After they calmed down, Sugarcoat straightened up with a smile, and for once sounded far more genuine than crass.

“We’re virgins when it comes to doing it for the fun of it. For ourselves.” Her hand tightened upon Twilight’s shoulder briefly, and then slipped up to cup her coworker’s cheek. “So...tomorrow night? I’m going to take your virginity. And you’re going to know what it’s like to have someone doing everything for your pleasure for a change.”

Twilight Sparkle was still nervous, still even a bit confused, but there was something in Sugarcoat’s tone that made her smile. She gave a tiny nod as she listened to the other girl’s pitch, silently agreeing to her terms. The two teenagers soon began walking once more, though it wasn’t long after Twilight tucked her gift certificate into her backpack that she suddenly lifted her head, an indignant look crossing her face.

“Wait!” She snapped, and trotted alongside Sugarcoat a little faster. “You’re going to fuck me all night tomorrow, but you wouldn’t let me hug you?!”

“Hugs are only free when they’re from amateurs, Twilight, you know that.”

Sugarcoat was a stone cold professional to the end, and fortunately for Twilight, she’d be working for her come that time the next day.

The very next night, Twilight Sparkle and Sugarcoat slipped into one of their usual haunts: the seedy hotel a few blocks behind Canterlot High. It had everything they needed - cheap beds available for rent by the hour, a close location for both girls right after school, and an owner whose silence was bought by a quick double blowjob every couple of weeks. That night, however, they weren’t merely there for just an hour or two. Twilight Sparkle’s gift certificate ensured that Sugarcoat was all hers until morning, after all. Because they were both industry veterans neither of the two girls slipped into the room under any form of pageantry - there was no pretending to be flirty and coy or fawning over a client like they normally did for extra tips. Instead, they walked in both wearing their outfits straight from school, and Twilight Sparkle was even carrying a stack of books with the intention of doing homework when they were done.

As Sugarcoat closed the door behind them and locked it shut, Twilight sat at the edge of the bed and allowed her things to gently drop to the ground. Her hands slapped against her knees just over the edge of her skirt, and she gazed up at Sugarcoat with a tilt of her head and a small smile on her face. She was nervous, perhaps even a bit unsure of this whole idea, but it was nice of her friend to offer.

“Thanks for paying for the pizza, Sugarcoat.” Twilight smiled. “You really didn’t have to do that. I mean...like you said, the value of this gift certificate is...pretty high.”

“I’m going to need that, by the way.” Sugarcoat blurted out, holding a hand forward for the coupon she had made up no more than a day ago. Once Twilight pulled it and handed towards her, Sugarcoat slipped a hole punch from her jacket, pushed a star-shaped hole into the paper, and then tucked it into her pocket for filing later. Even when Twilight Sparkle was the client, it paid to follow their regulations to the letter. Hell, with Twilight, it was practically an enticing plus.

“I’m going to go get changed.” Sugarcoat announced, and gestured towards the restroom. “Wait right here. Dress...undress...whatever makes you the most comfortable, I’ll be right back.”

As Sugarcoat padded away, carrying a small backpack filled with her change of clothes, Twilight Sparkle nearly fell into place behind her. That’s how things usually went, at least - the two of them changing together to service their clients, helping each other with zippers and straps and going over the details of the job one last time. It felt kind of strange to see Sugarcoat heading off without her. Still fighting her more awkward tendencies, Twilight Sparkle nonetheless straightened up her back and moved her hands to her own clothes, starting to undress for what was soon to follow. Their industry research showed that nearly ninety percent of their clients were naked by the time they came back from the restroom, and it certainly seemed like a good place to start!

Before too long, Sugarcoat emerged - and she found a bare Twilight Sparkle waiting for her, save for the girl’s glasses and the standard kneesocks she had a tendency to wear. A slender purple figure resting on her side, with breasts exposed, shaved pussy neatly hidden between her pressed thighs, and a playful, friendly look on her face. She was evening mimicking the pose their clients usually took - one elbow bent to the bed, and her cheek resting atop the palm.

Sugarcoat herself had brought out something special for the occasion. It was her finest piece of sexy lingerie - a spider-web strap chest of deep blue silk that snugly fit over her shoulders, across her belly, and along the sides of her pussy - all while revealing every sensitive spot of her figure. Her breasts, her slit, all bare and for the entertainment of the other girl, and to accent her look Sugarcoat had let her pigtails down and wore elbow and knee length sheer fishnet gloves and stockings. It was a look Twilight Sparkle had only seen a handful of times before, and always for one of their finest clients.

“Wow…” The young woman whispered, and squared her glasses upon her face with a slender finger. “You’re wearing the fanciest one…? For me?”

“I wear it for the clients I like, Twilight.” Sugarcoat responded simply, and began to pad closer and closer to the edge of the bed. She stopped on the way to dim the lights, but only to bring it to a pleasant hue while still giving them enough to see each other’s figure. As she hovered near the edge, for the first time Sugarcoat looked next to nervous, nibbling at her bottom lip as she spoke to her coworker. A blush on her cheeks travelled all the way down to her chest, visible past the gaps in the spider-web design of her garment. “And I like you. You’re smart. You’re professional. You’re trustworthy. You’re...a really good business partner, and a pretty good friend.”

“...aww, Sugarcoat.” Twilight held a hand to her bare chest, blushing underneath the praise. “I know that’s just part of the handbook we wrote together - section four, sub article three, make the client feel special - but I really appreciate the gesture!”

“It’s not the handbook.” Sugarcoat finally murmured, and lifted her head as she started to advance. She slid a knee onto the bed and prowled towards Twilight Sparkle with a slow and methodical pace, wiggling her hips from side to side and nudging the other girl to lay flat against the bed. She was in full working girl mode, Twilight could tell - but one thing that wasn’t pure business was the look in Sugarcoat’s eyes, and the voice that sounded as honest and genuine as she had ever heard it before. “I treated you like garbage when you were at Crystal Prep. And tonight...I plan to make up for every last mean thing I said to you.”

With one final nudge to firmly bounce Twilight’s head into the comfortable pillow, Sugarcoat slid across her friend’s lap and straddled her firmly. She held a finger to the other girl’s chest to keep her pinned, and quirked a brow behind her glasses as she made one final promise - or at least, the final one before her mouth turned to more important matters.

“I’m your whore tonight, Twilight Sparkle.” She swore, but quickly added one thought that left her co worker's head spinning. “But in the morning...I’m just yours.”

Twilight Sparkle laid pinned to the mattress, her hands locked against Sugarcoat’s and forced just above her head. The other girl interlocked their fingers as she loomed inward, and was already making good on her promise to give Twilight a night that was just for her - a night based not around her profit, but her pleasure. Sugarcoat’s head was pressed in against Twilight’s throat so she could begin kissing and licking with a growing passion, and as she nipped at the other’s flesh she made sure to push with a slow grind to her hips, rolling over Twilight’s lap in a way that left nothing to the imagination. Already, Twilight was realizing something she didn’t expect - she was enjoying this far, far more than she would’ve guessed.

It wasn’t that she and Sugarcoat never had sex before - in fact, sometimes they were hired to do just that for the amusement of others. But any time in the past it was always for the delight of their clients, every creampie they licked out of one another, every time they kissed with mouths overflowing with cum, every time they fingered each other and moaned like the lewd whores they could be. This was something new, and Twilight Sparkle was still trying to wrap her head around it. Sugarcoat was merely holding her hands and pinning them above her head, yet she was so excited she couldn’t stop squirming. The girl was only kissing her throat, and yet it felt more intimate and passion-inducing than the time she sucked a creampie from her ass.

“S...Sugarcoat...that’s…” Twilight shuddered, and rocked her hips back against Sugarcoat, desperately trying to give as well as she was getting. “Wow...you’re taking this...taking this seriously…”

“You work hard to make our company a success.” Sugarcoat responded simply, pulling her head up from Twilight’s throat. She finally released her grasp on the other’s hands, and moved her own down to her shoulders, and then slowly over and across her breasts. As she openly groped Twilight, Sugarcoat remained a firm eye contact with her partner, up until the point she started to slither down Twilight’s body with the faintest hint of a smirk on her lips. “Your whore for the night should work hard to help you unwind.”

She did just that. There was no doubt about it - Sugarcoat’s intention was to outright worship Twilight’s body in a way that a client traditionally paid extra for. In the moments that followed Twilight was convulsing on the bed with Sugarcoat’s hands merely pressed to her hips, holding her down so she didn’t squirm right off the edge of the bed. Sugarcoat’s well-practiced mouth might have mostly been used for sucking cock for money these days, but the way she layered kisses across Twilight’s chest and down the center of her cleavage was nothing short of expertise. Her eyes were closed and she merely travelled from memory, teasing her tongue around a pair of surprisingly stiff nipples, taking each one into her lips in turn, and nibbling until Twilight’s voice cried out in delight once more.

After her breasts, Sugarcoat travelled even lower, and it was there that Twilight could only barely believe the other girl hadn’t laid a finger on her pussy yet. She nearly climaxed when Sugarcoat let her tongue slide down the center of her belly, tracing around her button with her tongue, simply giving her a gentle bite on what little baby fat she could find at her hip, and even digging her fingers against Twilight’s waist just until she felt the soft pinch of her nails. It was slow. It was methodical. It was the sort of intimate treatment that not even money could buy - at least not in a fashion so genuine and pure.

“...y...yes...you’re…” Twilight’s little heart was racing, and she was more excited than ever as Sugarcoat finally slid hands down to her thighs, gently parting them so she could lower her face between their embrace. Never would the reformed Crystal Prep girl imagine that one of her old classmates would be going down on her in such a fashion, but then...she still could barely believe everything that had happened to her thus far. Sucking cock at a glory hole, letting men of various ages fuck her for money, letting her own brother cum in her pussy...the past few months had been a blur. And frankly, she was amazed that something as simple and vanilla sweet as this was somehow what left her the most short on breath. “...you’re...really important to me...n-not just ‘cause we’re partners…”

“If you get mushy on me I’m going to quit.” Sugarcoat just bluntly offered, though the blush on her cheeks suggested she didn’t mind quite as much as she claimed. Either way, to silence Twilight Sparkle’s expected long-winded speech about friendship and unity, Sugarcoat buried her head between the girl’s thighs, lined her mouth up against a soaked slit, and started to work. She laid her nose atop Twilight’s hood, and as she drew in a long and intoxicating breath of the scent of her partner, her tongue stuck forward to give a long swipe from the base to the top, experimental and slow. As she drew in that taste her hands slid from Twilight’s thighs all the way underneath her rump, and she squeezed her fingers firmly against the soft invitation of purple flesh that she found there.

Cocks were something that the girls had mastered the service of - their industry demanded on it. But pussies...pussies were a different matter. Sugarcoat was every bit as studious as Twilight Sparkle, and no doubt she spent the same amount of time as Twilight the night before watching every tutorial and educational video she could find. Veteran porn stars in the lesbian scene that knew how to eat a pussy with the precision one would pick a lock talking about the best way to get a girl off - and Sugarcoat had memorized practically every last word. The weaving of her tongue, the attention she paid to Twilight’s clit, the teasing she offered with just the slender tip of her forefinger...everything was designed for the pleasure of her partner. When she teased her thumb at the bottom edge of Twilight’s pussy just enough to twist her head sideways and stretch her tongue forward for as deep as penetration as she could manage, Twilight’s toes curled and she bucked her hips against her friend’s face.

“I...t-think I...watched that video, too!” For the two of them, it was less a joke and more a sign of commitment. Two smart young women doing their proper research and studying up, just so their partner could have a better experience. And so far, Twilight Sparkle was having difficulty imagining an even better one.

Sugarcoat remained silent, though her smile grew as Twilight savored her attention. She rolled her head from side to side, experimented with a wide array of techniques she had learned last night, and even threw in a few of her old tricks - scooping two fingers face-up inside of Twilight as if she was pulling out an imaginary creampie, just to give her friend a touch of nostalgia as they worked. Even Sugarcoat couldn’t resist looking up from Twilight’s pussy to regard her, and with threads of nectar clinging to her lips and a fog upon her glasses, spoke with a thoughtful tone.

“...I like it better without all the cum.” She admitted, shrugged, and then dipped her head back down to push forward. Eagerly now, her tongue went wild upon Twilight’s slit, and she performed as many tasks as she could muster while her energy and the strength in her mouth held out. Twisting, curling, teasing with her tongue all as her fingers kept Twilight guessing - at one point scratching the inside of her thigh, at another dabbing tenderly at her clit, and at one even squeezing a thumb against the pucker of her ass. Twilight Sparkle fell into a series of moans and gasps that filled the hotel room with familiar noise to anyone that worked at the place - though this time, even they could tell that the screams coming through the paper-thin walls were genuine. No faking this time. Most of them were wondering just who their client was that was able to get such authentic groans out of the nerdier of the two whores that frequented the place, but none would’ve ever imagined that no money was passing across the table this time.

The gift certificate’s significant yet non-transferrable value not withstanding, of course.

When Twilight Sparkle struck her first climax of the evening, it was intense. Blindingly so, and her eyes went crossed and her glasses askew as she violently shook. Her hands locked in against Sugarcoat’s hair and she held on tight while her hips convulsed, grinding her pussy against her friend’s mouth as she was overtaken by passion and pleasure in glorious measure. Goosebumps rolled across her flesh, a heat made her cheeks and chest go flush, and when she hit the highest point of her peak a squirting orgasm overtook her. A spray of nectar, a burst of wet bliss, a wet spot on the sheets that the two would need to decide who would sleep on. Sugarcoat, presumably, since she was still on the clock.

By the time Twilight’s thighs went limp and dropped to the mattress, she was a heavy breathing mess of emotions, and she gazed underneath the rim of her glasses and along her naked purple body to the smile peeling away from her thighs. Sugarcoat in her sexy lingerie was already rising, bringing herself up to her knees, licking her lips in savory fashion as she enjoyed another sweet taste of her friend’s glistening juice. With a hand outstretched, Sugarcoat walked her fingertips up along Twilight’s sensitive and still-twitching thigh, and then finally across her belly until she shook with a convulsion brought on purple by reflex.

“That didn’t take long at all.” Sugarcoat murmured, and quirked a brow as she looked at her coworker, friend, and now - lover. “Lucky you. You have so many hours left on the clock...and I know for a fact that you don’t tire out easily.”

Twilight Sparkle swallowed nervously, nibbled at her bottom lip, and slowly started to raise herself to a sitting position. The wet spot on the bed was still squarely between her thighs, but she fully expected that by the time they both fell asleep, it wouldn’t matter who was laying there. The whole bed would be soaked in their pleasure, and the whole room would run rich with the impossible to ignore scent of their heat.

Twilight Sparkle, gazing at a girl that for the first time she felt genuine emotion swelling up for, led her hands into Sugarcoat’s and pulled her slowly closer.

“What other instructional videos did you watch…?” If she and Sugarcoat had hit up the same ones, she knew they were in for a truly memorable night.

Throughout the entire night, Sugarcoat was exactly what she promised: Twilight Sparkle’s personal whore. And as such, she was willing to do absolutely anything that the other girl wanted...even if that request amounted to little more than “I can’t decide, you pick what we do next!”

The two did everything they could think of, and everything they had the supplies to perform. Their usual bag of sex toys had never felt quite so sentimental and cherished as when they were together exploring them, with Sugarcoat nibbling on Twilight’s ear as she wedged bead after bead of a string of toys into her co worker's ass. Previously their strap-on had only ever seen use when they were requested to use it on a particularly feminine young man from CHS, but this time they both had a turn at receiving it while the other slipped it on. From sixty-nining to tribadism to as close as they could manage to fisting, Twilight Sparkle and Sugarcoat put each other through their paces. And even though Sugarcoat was still technically the whore that night, it’d be hard for a casual onlooker to guess which one of them was currently “on the job.”

And the more they played together, the more their bond grew. The first true and proper kiss between the girls came after something as simple and pure as a suggestion that they finger each other while they calm down, as their previous session of scissoring tired both of their legs out. As they cuddled in close belly-to-belly, clinked their glasses together and eased their hands down to tease at one another’s slit, Twilight Sparkle closed the distance to press her mouth against Sugarcoat’s own. Her kiss was slow but passionate, her tongue slipping forward to claim her friend’s, and the girls took the time to taste their own nectar on each other as they let everything pour free.

It was that passionate kiss at the middle point of their session that left the most exposed, and left their emotions the most viciously raw. Hearts racing, bellies filled with butterflies, and when they finally pulled away neither one of them could stop from excitedly giggling and blushing in equal tandem. It was a moment of purity between two dear friends that were becoming something intensely pure - sweet in its own way, up until Sugarcoat suggested that Twilight Sparkle throatfucked her with the strap on, to which Twilight eagerly agreed.

By the very end of the evening, both girls were lying naked on the soaked hotel sheets, looking up at a ceiling they had stared at dozens upon dozens of times before. This time, there was no funk in the air of horny men that had already paid in left. There was no sticky creampies or cumshots they had to clean from their pussies or wash from their hair. There was no genuine profit for either of them - and though that was still a primary focus for them both, neither one of them regretted a night without pay.

Sugarcoat slipped her hand down to Twilight’s own, interlocking their fingers as they laid side-by-side. At that point both naked, both even casting aside their glasses, simply laying exposed and free and content in their companionship. Idly, Sugarcoat rolled her head to the side so she could look at Twilight Sparkle directly, and she spoke up in a thoughtful voice.

“We’re really good at lesbian sex.” She observed, and Twilight could already see the dollar signs in her eyes upon the analysis. “We should expand on the services we offer. I’m sure there’s women that would pay two hot teenage schoolgirls to go down on them.”

Twilight Sparkle was all ready to agree, up until the point that Sugarcoat took on a thoughtful look. She cut Twilight off as she continued, pursing her lips and gazing fondly at her friend.

“Unless, of course...you think that would somehow...diminish this.” She observed. Even in her pragmatic outlook, she could tell that what happened between them was special. That things between them were changing. Thankfully for the future of their new income opportunity, her concern wasn’t shared by Twilight.

“Sugarcoat?” She asked, and slowly rolled forward to her side. She cuddled in close, drew an arm around the girl’s waist, and pressed a tender kiss on her cheek before burrowing in neatly and kindly. “Nothing could diminish this. This was a beautiful birthday gift.”

“...good.” Sugarcoat murmured, tightened her arms around her friend, and chewed on the thought some more. “We can draft up a price listing tomorrow, and circulate the new information to our regular word of mouth dealers.”

“We’ll do it on Monday.” Twilight Sparkle chirped up, just as her fingers walked down Sugarcoat’s belly, and gently nestled between her thighs to cradle that already well-served pussy. She looked at her friend with a coy smirk, and drifted in close for another slow, intimate kiss. “You’re busy with your girlfriend this weekend.”

For the weekend, the two girls would celebrate their newfound relationship, and explore the emotional bond that had connected between them.

And on Monday, they would commence their plan to boost their college funds by becoming the go-to whores for the entire town. Nothing like high school sweethearts working for college money side-by-side.

End of Chapter 6.

Author's Notes:

Romance? In MY nerd prostitute story? It's more likely than you'd think.

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