Dear Journal,

Today proved to be very refreshing. After all the drama that’s been floating through my bedroom and my life, it was very nice to have session with a client go swimmingly. Also it was nice talking with a mare from my hometown.

This morning however was well… less than spectacular.

When I got up this morning I checked my ledger. I only had one session and it wasn’t until late in the evening, so I decided to run an errand I’d been putting off. I had been meaning to stop by the library and grab a book about zebra culture. I was curious about it, but admittedly I was just hoping to find some way to get Zecora to pay me a visit. I would just love to get that sexy zebra into all sorts of compromising positions.

However if that was going to happen, I would need a better understanding of her culture. Quite frankly, considering how much I enjoy the company of Zebras, it seemed like something I should have done ages ago anyways. So, I took a quick walk down to the library after lunch. Incidentally, since I’ve started hiking, the trip to town has become rather pleasant. Not only does it feel like a much shorter walk, but I have a newfound appreciation for the walk itself. The town itself isn’t necessarily more enjoyable, but hey, you can’t have it all.

I’ve always found the library to be quite a fascinating building. I mean, it’s a tree. I’m not kidding. The building itself is a living, growing tree with doors and windows and balconies. It’s kind of trippy. I wonder if it’s magic. It must be, otherwise a hollowed out tree would die, right?

Well whatever the case, once I got near the front door I could hear shouting. There were two voices. One was a mare… an uncannily familiar mare. The other was a stallion, and a rather livid one at that. I couldn’t make out what they were saying, but they were definitely arguing about something.

When I actually got to the front door I wasn’t sure if I should knock. I reasoned that if anyone was screaming in a library and wasn’t being shushed by the librarian, it was probably the librarian doing the yelling. Surely that meant it was a bad time to visit. I should have just walked away right then, but against my better judgment, I hazarded a knock. I mean normally I’d just walk into a library, but this place as pretty small… maybe the rules were different. The yelling didn’t stop, but the door still opened.

Now, one fact I was not aware of was that there was a dragon living in Ponyville. Now had I been prepared for the possibility of encountering said dragon, I probably would have had a more eloquent response ready for such an event. “Holy shit, a dragon.” I didn’t shout it or anything; it just sort of... slipped out. What can I say, I was surprised. I wasn’t expecting two and a half feet of purple scales to answer the door.

He brought a hoof… claw over his mouth and gasped. “You said a bad word.”

I blanched. ‘Oh, fuck, he’s just a kid.’ I’m so bad with kids. I’m always worried I’ll blurt out something inappropriate. A fear that is not entirely unfounded given I’d just said ‘shit’ in front of one. That and I just don’t get kids. I’ve spent a lot of time examining the behavior of fully grown mares, but I just don’t know how to read kids. I never know what they want.

“*Ahem*… sorry.” I scratched the back of my head ashamedly. “Is… is now a good time?” The open door had added volumes to the heated argument in the background. It was definitely coming from the library.

The little dragon kid shrugged, having seemingly already forgotten my verbal faux pas. “Twilight and her boyfriend are fighting, but, it’s cool.” He motioned for me to enter. “I’m Spike, by the way.”

“Thanks, kid.” I responded absently. I vaguely remember him saying something about not being a kid, but I was otherwise occupied. ‘Twilight….Twilight… why do I know that name?’ Then it clicked. ‘The cute purple wordy girl! Hmmm… she never came back for another session.’

There was a loud masculine “CELESTIA DAMNIT!” from upstairs, followed by an equally loud and chastising “Spike is right down stairs!” Yup, that was Twilight’s voice. It was so angry I didn’t recognize it at first.

“Do they fight a lot?” I asked Spike.

He shrugged again. “Kinda.”

I wanted to pry a little more, but I decided not to: none of my business. I learned pretty early not to get involved in a client’s domestic disputes. One of several lessons I did not learn the hard way, mind you. I just had a front row seat to somepony else learning it the hard way.

Long Story.

Anyways, I decided to get what I had come for and then make myself scarce. No need to get caught up in anything. “So, kid, can you help me find something?”

“I told you, I’m not a kid!” he huffed.

‘Yes you are.’ I wanted to respond. When I was a kid, people called me ‘kid’ all the time. It didn’t bother me. Why was it so wrong to call a kid what he was… just a kid? Nothing wrong with being a kid.

“Sorry, kid, err… Spike. It’s Spike, right?”

He eyed me for a moment before nodding. “Yeah... and it’s no biggie. What can I help you find? We just re-shelved everything so I still remember where most of the books are.” He seemed proud of that fact.

I held back a snicker as the little reptile puffed out his chest proudly. “I’m looking for a book on zebra culture, do you have anything like that?”

He mulled over my question for a moment. “Yyyyyyyes… I think.”

“You think?” I deadpanned.

“I mean, I know we have something, but I don’t know if it’s really what you want. Right over here.” He led me over to a nearby shelf. He scanned it for a second before plucking a small rather faded looking tome. Life Among the Zebra by Great Venture. “Some guy wrote this after living with a zebra tribe for a year or something. Twilight says it’s kind of ‘racist,’ whatever that means. It helped her learn about this zebra we know named Zecora.”

Honestly it sounded perfect. I was about to thank the little guy before another burst of screaming came from upstairs.

“You are UN… BELIEVABLE!” the stallion shouted.

“Why is this such a big DEAL to you?!” Twilight half-yelled back.

Spike shook his head at their display. “I wish they wouldn’t fight in the library.”

“Yeah, they’re really going at it.” I noted.

“Yeah they are… which is... kind of a problem.” He sighed heavily. “This book is really old… Only the head librarian can check out the old books.”

“Which is Twilight, I take it.” ‘Fuck me.’

“You got it, pal.” He walked over to a large table in the middle of the library and placed the book gently on the table. “You can read it here if you want, but… well… kinda noisy, you know?”

“I’ve slept through worse,” I responded. “Thanks, kid.”

He glared at me.

“Thanks, Spike.”

He grinned. “No problem. Just let me know when you’re done.”

He started putting several books into the shelves while I read my little dusty book.

Twilight had been right, the book was very… I’m not going to say racist, just… judgemental. There were lots of “criticisms” of the Zebra society. I’m not sure who Great Venture was, but he seemed to take issue with every law and custom the zebra have. Regardless, the book was pretty informative. There were lots of neat little tidbits about tribal structure, cultural ceremonies, and all kinds of stuff. After about fifteen minutes, I’d found a passage that mentioned a Zebra that spoke only in Rhyme. I was about to continue reading when the fight I had been tuning out suddenly caught my attention.

“What do you mean you MASTURBATED in front of him?!” Roared the voice of the stallion.

I cannot remember a time in my life when I stood up faster. In fact, I rose so quickly that Spike took notice. “Is something wrong?” he asked, as he walked over to me.

If I had answered him right away he may have believed me. However, several seconds of stunned silence made my lie fairly transparent. “No, I’m fine, Spike.” He eyed me suspiciously. I was sweating bullets. After all, they weren’t just arguing. They were arguing about me! Before Spike had a chance to say anything else, I made a break for the door. “Geez, I really should get going. Bye, Spike. Nice meeting you.”

“W-what?”

“I have an appointment. Very urgent. I have to go. See you next time. Bye now.”

“Dude, wait!” I felt a tugging at my rear end and tripped forward on my hooves. He’d grabbed my tail, and I’d slipped. I climbed to my hooves and… I really glared at him. I… geez… I lost my temper… just a little bit.

“What the fuck, kid!?” I admit it, I shouted at him. I really shouldn’t have. It’s just that I… fuck… I dunno.

The worst part was how much it had scared him. The poor kid looked terrified. His eyes were wide, and he started to back away from me slowly. He started muttering something timidly. “I… y-you… the b-b-b-book.” He pointed a shaky claw to the yellow faded text tucked under my foreleg. In my haste I’d grabbed the tome about zebra culture.

‘Oh, fuck me. Kid was just doing his job. Son of a bitch. I feel like an ass now.’

“Sorry kid. I… I didn’t mean to yell.” I passed him the book. “Uh… here… here ya go.”

He quickly snatched up the book and held it to his chest. “I… I gotta go shelve this… um… you… you can go now… and sorry…. sorry I grabbed your tail.” He was about to cry. I may not be able to read kids that well, and he may not have even been looking at me, but even I could figure that out.

I was gonna try and… I dunno… apologize again, I suppose... but, just as I was about to, I noticed something. It was quiet. It was quiet. The fighting had stopped. ‘Oh fuck,' I quickly realized. 'They must’ve heard me shout.’

Time kind of slowed down on me. Part of me wanted to stay and explain myself, and make sure I didn’t damage my barely existent escort-client relationship with Twilight. The other, larger, part of me was singing a different tune. ‘Get the FUCK out of here, Guilty! This is going to be a clusterfuck! Between Twilight’s boyfriend and shouting at Spike, this can only go really South really quick.’

Needless to say, survival instinct won out over common decency. I returned to my home in a brisk jog. The whole way back I was cursing myself. I knew this was going to come back to bite me in the ass. I’d basically run away from a crying little kid. Okay, maybe he wasn’t actually crying, but still. I was already running through several apology scenarios in my head.

The fact that I had only just found a passage that might have told me about Zecora was just insult to injury. Two more minutes and I might’ve had what I needed. Odds were if I hadn’t screamed Twilight and her boyfriend wouldn’t have come down soon, anyways.

Fuck… I fucked up. I shouldn’t have tried to rush out of there. I shouldn’t have yelled at the kid. I shouldn’t have bolted after I did.

Fuck.

‘Oh well… I’ on my way home anyways. No harm in setting up early.’

I had a new client today. According to her letter, she was from Manehattan, which was good. It’s always nice to know you have some common ground before going into a session, and I could talk about Manehattan for hours. Since my act was all set, and I had an hour or two to blow, I did a thorough cleaning of my foyer and bedroom. Dusted off my candles and knick knacks. Made sure all of my chests were organized properly. Made the bed (twice.) Cleaned out the kitchen. Reorganized my liquor cabinet. Mopped the floors. Did all my laundry. Alphabetized my bookshelf…

Okay so maybe I was just looking for anything to keep my mind off of my colossal fuck-up.

Okay Maybe colossal is a bit harsh.

Huge fuck-up. Yeah, that sounds right.

So I was washing my teacups… again… when the knock came. It was your average, timid first-timers knock. A bit more confident than most, actually. I quickly set down my teacup and dishrag and hurried over to the front door.

‘Roguish grin, check. Hair, Perfect. House, utterly pristine. Good to go.’

I opened my door, and the session began.

She was blushing. Clearly embarrassed, but not… wilting.

“Guilty Pleasure?” Came a careful voice.

I nodded. “Hi, you must be Plume.”

She smiled, and nodded. She was a cute little thing. A unicorn. Brown coat, and a rather darling blue bob-cut. Her cutie-mark was a quill. She was wearing a scarf, and with good cause, the weather had been getting fairly chilly. I think snow is scheduled soon.

“Well, come in, come in… it’s freezing outside.”

“Thanks.” She stepped inside and hung up her scarf. “It took a little while to track you down, you know?” She laughed nervously.

“Oh?” I asked. She was trying to break the ice, but she was still nervous. This was looking to be a good session already.

“Yeah… I have a customer. She told me that she used to be a regular when you worked in that stable on twelfth.”

I slowly guided her to table in my foyer. And we took our seats. “And when I wasn’t there anymore you did some digging?” I guessed.

“Pretty much. No one really knew where you went. Eventually I got in touch with the Madame; she gave me your address.”

I didn’t really want to think about her. I quickly changed the subject. “I’m going to put a kettle on, do you have a preference?” I asked.

“Umm… jasmine?”

“No problem.” I trotted to the stove.

“So, you came all the way out here to visit little ol’ me?” I called from the kitchen.

“Actually at first, I wasn’t going to bother, but there’s a book fair in Tall Tale in a few days. Ponyville wasn’t that far out of my way, so I figured… ‘what the heck?’ you know?”

“Well I’m certainly glad you made your way out here.” I returned from the kitchen. “One thing we must discuss is of course… *ahem*… the matter of payment.”

“Oh, uh, yeah.” She produced a small purse. “Fifteen bits an hour, right?”

I smiled warmly. It helps break bad news. “Actually it’s twenty, now.” Fake nervous chuckle. “I’m independent.”

“…oh… well I brought sixty, hehe. I, uh… I thought that was gonna get me four hours.” She looked a little disappointed. Honestly I wouldn’t have minded throwing her a free hour, but… price is price. You never ever ever make exceptions for price; that’s the first rule of the business.

“Well, I hate to disappoint. But don’t worry… three hours will be…” husky bedroom voice “…plenty of time.” I circled slowly behind her as I made my way into the seat across from her. That’s a classic move, by the way. The stallion who taught me that used to call it “the predator.”

She was trying to contain her excitement. She smiled goofily for just a second, she shifted slightly in her seat. She seemed ready to start right away.

Which was exactly why I was going to take my time.

“So tell me. How’s Manehattan? I haven’t been back home in a couple years now.”

“Huh? Oh. You know Manehattan, it never changes.”

“Yeah?” I was trying to make small talk, but honestly I wanted to know about my hometown, too. “Last year was an election year, right? Do we have a new mayor?”

“I wish… I swear, Blossom’s gonna croak before she retires.” She joked.

“Don’t I know it.” I laughed, politely. “So tell me a little about yourself.”

“Oh… uh… not much to tell, really. I’m a writer. I own a little bookstore on maple.”

“Oh yeah? That’s fun. What do you write?”

“Oh, you know… a bit o’ this, a bit o’ that. I take commissions.”

“Cool. Anything I might have read?”

“Uh… probably not… ever heard of Just Like Honey?”

I had not. I shook my head.

She looked... disappointed. She was hoping that I had, clearly.

“That was my most popular work. It did… okay.” ‘Tough subject. Change the topic, quick.’

“Well, don’t worry. You’ll get your moment.” Reassuring smile. “So tell me-” The kettle whistled “Let me get that.” I tended the kettle. So far the session was going splendidly. She was eager, yet apprehensive. Not stuck behind a veil of shyness, not looking to fulfill some particular fetish, it seemed. She was just a mare looking for a good time. In a way it was sort of refreshing; she was just the sort of client I was used to. In more ways than one she was… a little piece of Manehattan.

I returned with jasmine tea. “Here you are.” I placed a teacup gingerly in front of her. “I hope it’s to your liking.”

A blue shroud of magic grasped the cup and brought it to her lips. She smiled. “It’s really good.”

“Well, thank you, I do try.” I sat down, and took my own sip. It was good. “So tell me, Plume, what’s it like running a bookstore? That has to be fun.” ‘Hopefully this’ll prove a cheerier subject.’

Plume shrugged. “Oh, you know. People come in, chat, I ring them up. It’s all pretty straight forward.”

“Oh, come on. That’s gotta be fun. Opening up in the morning, chatting up customers, taking home a nice stack of bits in the evening, that sounds pretty nice.” Classic small talk: compliment what the person does, display a small amount of jealousy, it makes a pony feel good, and that’s what I’m all about.

“I guess it is kinda nice.” She smiled. “What about you? You must love your job. I mean you’re… you know.”

I suppose I do love my job. Sure I’ve got good day and bad days, but ultimately my job is to make ponies happy. What’s not to love about that?

“Yeah… I like what I do. Especially now. It’s nice being your own boss.”

“Hehe, I know the feeling.” We had a little moment after that. We were just sort of looking at each other, each with a smile on our face. It wasn’t too long before she blushed and suddenly found her tea to be very interesting. She didn’t stop smiling though.

Time for my favorite question. “So tell me, Plume. What can I do for you?” My hoof twirled from myself to my client.

Her blush deepened. “Oh, geez.” Another nervous laugh. “You sure know how to ask ‘em don’t you?”

“What? It’s a simple question. We can’t really have any fun, if I don’t know what you want, now can we?” I teased.

“Oh come on, Guilty.” She had a sort of frank look on her face. She appreciated my little game, but didn’t really feel like playing. She had other things on her mind. “You know what I want.”

“I suppose I do, don’t I?” I placed my tea on the table and stood up. “Follow me.” Off to the bedroom we went. “Two rules…” I began as we stepped into the bedroom. “… no kissing on the lips...”

“No problem.” She responded. Honestly that’s very rarely a problem for ponies.

I walked over to my potion trunk and grabbed a Blue phial from within. “…and if either one of us says stop, we both stop.” I downed the dreadful brew.

“Of course.”

“Fantastic.” I slid off my jeans. “Shall we?”

She blushed and nodded.

After that there were no words. She slid onto the bed onto her back. She spread her legs wide. I climbed on top of her. She was breathing heavily. So eager. I rubbed myself against her entrance. She gasped in pleasure. She was soaking. I could’ve slid in right then, but I wanted to tease her.

I poked and prodded at her entrance. She squirmed in pleasure, gyrating her hips, pressing herself onto my flesh. Each time she tried to get me inside of her I pulled away teasingly. It wasn’t until she was practically begging for it that I let her have me.

I’ve had a hundred clients like this. This was the kind of mare that was right in my comfort zone. She was pleasure-hungry, not totally ashamed, and a bit submissive. It really let me stretch my escort muscles.

Literal and figurative.

The sex itself was very enjoyable. I love a mare who’s… vocal about climax. Her eyes would roll back in her head. Her back would arch. She’d scream in pleasure. Clearly she was a mare who hadn’t had that kind of pleasure before.

Not a virgin, though. That much was obvious. She was just… inexperienced.

I helped rectify that.

Again there were no words, just… thrusting and grunting and screaming and moaning and twitching and quivering and spreading and plunging and panting and sweating and humping and fucking.

After several position swaps and many climaxes, I ended up behind her. She liked that the best, clearly. Each breath was labored (in a good way.) As I gave her pleasure and nibbled and teased at her neck and back. She liked that too. Every few minutes she’d have a brief cluster of orgasms, and after some more fucking she’d start all over again.

Eventually, I felt myself near my limit. “Where do you want it?” The first real words spoken between us in quite some time.

“Not yet! *huff* Oh please don’t stop! *huff* I’m so close!” I managed to hold out for a few more minutes. It paid off. As I neared my own rapidly approaching climax, I felt her ride her biggest pleasure wave yet. Her back arched and her walls clenched tight. Her eyes rolled back and her tongue lolled out of her gaping mouth, which was stuck in a silent scream. She literally quaked with climax. So hard, in fact that she fell off of my now squirting stallionhood. My seed spilled all over her coat as she collapsed onto the sheeted cloud beneath her. She barely seemed to notice.

“That… *huff*… you… *huff*… I… *huff*… I have… *huff*… no words…” She writhed about on the sheets, soaking them in sweat. Her coat was matted in jism, giving her a rather “calico” look, and her mane was a frazzled mess of blue.

“Looks like somepony enjoyed themselves.” I traced a hoof across the quill on her rump, evoking a yelp.

“Hehehe… yeah… hehehe.”

‘Oh, good, I’ve fucked her silly.’

“You ready for some more fun?” Odds were she was gonna be sore for a while. So I decided I’d do something nice and relaxing for her.

“I dunno… I’m… pretty sensitive right now… hehehe!” She wriggled her way onto her back and grinned up at me. “What did you have in mind?”

I licked my lips. “Just lie back.” I gently spread her legs apart. She was still red and dripping wet. I dove in.

“What are you- OH!” Her voice fluttered in pleasure as I began to… polish her pearl. “Oh… oh my.” For mares and stallions alike, post-coital head feels amazing. The taste of recently plowed mare is something too. “Oh… oh geez… a-again?” she asked as I brought her to yet another orgasm. Her hind legs locked around my head as I licked up all of her lovely juices.

She tasted heavenly.

After several more climaxes she was spent, and I decided to lie down beside her. I was exhausted. It was a good exhaustion though, the kind of exhaustion that reeks of a job well done.

“So… *huff*… how do we feel?”

“Oh you know… ecstatic. I mean like… drowning in ecstasy… that kind of ecstatic.” She turned to face me. She had rather beautiful eyes. Pale green, like key lime pie. “I’ve… I’ve never had anypony… do that for me before, ya know?”

“No?... *huff*… Well what did you… *huff*… think?”

“It was… fantaaaastic.” The word melted out of her mouth. “Should I, uh… return the favor?” there was that nervous chuckle again.

“Only if you want to.” I responded. I wasn’t quite hard again yet, but I could change that easily enough if I needed to.

I got the feeling that if she could blush any more she would have. “I… I do… want to, that is.” she managed.

“No problem. Give me a few minutes to… reload, if you’ll forgive the metaphor.”

“O-okay.” She grinned. We cuddled for a bit while my flesh renewed itself. She relished the physical contact. She was very happy to be held. I got the feeling it had been a while since she’d been intimate with anypony. We stayed embracing until I felt myself prodding her again.

“I’m ready if you are.” I said to the mare who had her face buried in my chest.

“Okay.” She said softly… excitedly. The two of us rolled around until she was “face to face” with my erect member. She looked… unsure.

“Is something the matter?” I asked.

“Huh? Oh… no, s’fine” She parted her lips and took me into her mouth. The warmth of her flesh, and the soft supple texture of her tongue caressed me. Unfortunately there was only one thing I was really paying attention to.

“Teeth”

“hhhhmmm?” she… inquired through a mouthful of stallion.

“Teeth, Plume, watch the teeth.”

“mmmhhhhmmmm.” She proceed to bob her head up and down on me. It felt rather nice… until her mouth began to close.

“*ahem* teeth, Plume… that hurts.”

“hhhorrmmm” she apologized. She started up again after opening her mouth to its widest. After that it felt good again, but before too long, I found myself getting… sanded again.

“Okay stop… stop.” I hate putting a halt to a client’s fun, but I wasn’t about to sit there getting my cock scraped off.

Plume pulled her lips off me with a wet pop. “Sorry sorry sorry.” She looked fairly distraught.

“It’s okay. It’s okay. Geez… that smarts.”

“Sorry.” Her head fell.

“It’s no problem, I’m okay.” I reassured her.

“I’m not too great at that, huh?” She sighed heavily.

“Well hey now, don’t get all… dejected.”

“I’m not dejected. Just… bit off more than I could chew I guess.” She said wistfully.

“You… may want to phrase that differently.” I joked. She snickered at that. “Tell me, have you ever given head before?”

She shook her head. “I hope it wasn’t too obvious.”

“It… kind really was.” I couldn’t help but chuckle.

“Yeah, well… only one way to learn, right?” She joked.

Idea.

“Well, I am a staunch believer hitting the ground running… but that doesn’t mean you can’t… start off in the kiddie pool.”

“You’re getting your metaphors crossed.” She laughed at me. That was a good sign; it meant she wasn’t too depressed to hear me out.

I rolled my eyes. “Ha ha. My point is… well why don’t I just show you.” I walked over to one of my many trunks. “What’s a good size?” I asked myself aloud.

“What’s a good size for what?” She asked, half-worried.

“For practice.” I answered. I decided on a medium-size silver vibrator. “I don’t have to explain what this is, do I?” I asked, trotting back to the bed.

Her blush returned in full. “N-no, I… I know what that is.”

“Well, here.” I hoofed the toy to her, and her magic took it from me. “Why don’t you practice on that.”

“Uh… okay, I don’t see why not.” She started to open her mouth, when I stopped her.

“Hold on… turn it on first.” I instructed.

Her brow furrowed. “That seems… a little weird.”

“Trust me.”

She obliged, and the toy’s little magical motor sprang to life. The then proceeded to hover the slender toy into her mouth. Soon after she began to fellate the fake stallion, a rattling sounded from within her head. She quickly popped the dildo out of her mouth. “Ow! Damn!”

I chuckled. “See this way, if your teeth touch the surface… you know it.”

“Yeah, I’ll say.” She rubbed her jaw slowly. “You coulda warned me, you know?”

“Only one way to learn.” I teased.

She threw me a look, which quickly melted. Ultimately she decided to take my advice. For several minutes she practiced. Every so often I’d hear a rattling inside her mouth, and she’d wince in pain. I’d offer small bits of advice: what to do with her tongue, how her lips should be puckered, remind her not to take it deeper than she could stand. Just some basic stuff.

Eventually she got kind of a handle on it. She managed to keep it up for a while without rattling her brain.

“Not bad at all, Plume. Looks like you’re getting the hang of it.” I gave her a literal pat on the back.

She smiled timidly up at me. “Thanks.” Her brow then furrowed. “How do you know so much about this?”

“What, fellatio?”

“Yeah I mean, you’ve never… have you?” Her implication was clear.

“What? Sucked a guy off?”

She nodded.

“Oh sure, lots of times. That vibrator trick is actually how I learned to keep my teeth off the pole.” I said.

“You’ve… been with stallions?” She didn’t seem put off by it, just... curious.

“Yeah, I have… I used to have a few male clients.”

“I… I guess I never realized, you know? That you were like… bisexual.”

I scoffed. “I’m not bi, sweety. I’m a hundred percent hetero. Couldn’t you tell?” I was just trying to be funny, but something was… troubling her.

She looked at me... baffled. “But wait… then why have you…?” She trailed off, but it was obvious what she was asking.

“Well… that’s the job. Or…was the job… I don’t really take stallions as clients anymore.”

She looked… disgusted isn’t the word… shocked maybe. “How… how do you make yourself do that?” she asked.

I paused for a moment. I didn’t know how to answer that. Back in the stable, you went to bed with whoever liked you: stallion, mare, zebra, griffin, whatever. Sure, I never took any particular pleasure from being with stallions but... that never stopped me. Actually, back then nothing stopped me. I’d do anything anypony asked, no matter who ‘anypony’ was. I was sort of… devoted to the job, I guess.

“I… I dunno… It was just… what everypony did. I knew gay guys who would take mares… I knew straight girls who would too. It’s just… you take who wants you. It’s no big deal really. You grit your teeth and… do what you do best.”

She shook her head. “I dunno… I don’t think I could ever just… make myself be with another mare.”

I shrugged my shoulders. “Meh… it’s not so bad. As long as you think of it as work it doesn’t…” ‘hurt that bad.’ “… bother you that much.” I smiled a big fake smile.

‘Where did that come from?’

“I guess. You know, you’re kind of weird, Guilty.” She rolled onto her back, lazily floating the vibrator above her.

“Oh yeah, how so?” Honestly, my mind was elsewhere. Where had that thought come from? That silly little rogue thought? Being with stallions never… hurt. Well I mean, the first few times I… received, I was a bit sore but… It never felt… wrong, or anything.

Did it?

I swear it’s that weird mood I’ve been in rearing its ugly head again. Whatever the case, I didn’t have the time right then to properly contemplate.

“Well it’s just… you’re like… the polar opposite of what I like in a stallion.”

“Harsh,” I deadpanned.

She shook her head. “No, not like that… I mean like… okay hear me out. I like big tough guys who… who like to hide their emotions, ‘cause... they’re big tough guys. But then, once you get to know ‘em it turns out they’re just big softies.” She was very happy with her little explanation. She definitely had someone in mind.

“But you, you’re… so gentle… so very caring and kind. But… it’s like… there’s secretly a tough little pony in there.” she stated.

I forced a chuckle. “I’m… not sure if that’s meant to be a compliment or…”

“I… sorry… I didn’t mean anything by it…” She held up her hooves defensively. “It was just an observation.”

“Right… hey, no worries.” It kind of bothered me, but my act kept that from her. “So… do you wanna give it another go?”

Her brow furrowed. “Give what another go?”

I indicated my member.

“Oh… is… is it okay?”

“Only one way to find out.” I grinned seductively.

So she sucked me off. That little bit or practice did wonders; it was very pleasurable. Things sort of wound down after that. She complained about the flavor of semen. We took a shower. We chatted more about Manehattan. I made more tea. She told about this boy she had her eye on. I encouraged her to make a move. She said goodbye, and that she might see me on her way back. I bid her adieu, and wished her well.

Which left me plenty of time to think.

I’d never really given it too much thought, my time with stallions. Sure, I took more than a few male clients, but… I never really cared for them. I mean they were really nice guys for the most part, but… I dunno. I was never really… present for sex. It was just sort of… going through the motions.

It didn’t hurt though. I never felt… dirty… I mean, no more than normal for the time.

Shit.

My head’s all fucked up right now.

I did notice something, though, something about my behavior. When I got out of the stable I promised myself no more stallions. I never... never really thought anything of it, but it’s very telling. I think I just realized that I did that back then,
because I don’t like having sex with other stallions. Like… actively dislike it.

Back before I went independent, the job was the job… but now? I decide what the job is. I pick what jobs I do and don’t take. I’m in charge of me. And some small part of me decided that that meant no more stallions.

But at the same time, there’s tons of shit I do that I don’t like. I whip mares. I get whipped by mares. Hot wax play. Pegging. Felching. Being tied up. Rim-jobs.

The list goes on.

What about being with stallions made me say ‘no?’ Why am I willing to put up with all manner of unsavory act, but won’t so much as take a stallion as a client?

I... I honestly don’t have an answer. Maybe I just enjoy the company of mares more than stallions. I’m not talking about sexually; I mean in general. Derpy and Pinkie are my only real ‘friends’ in Ponyville. When I go to a market, I usually stop by the stalls with girls at the register. I mostly got along with the girls more than the boys when I worked in the stable.

I... I honestly don’t know what to think right now.

I’ll... figure this out eventually.

Ah fuck, I just remembered what happened with Spike.

More stress.

Hooray.

*sigh*

Well either way... I had a nice time tonight.

I’ll sleep well; I’m pretty tuckered.

Author's Notes:

Thanks to everyone for reading. A special thanks to my big fan Black_Skulls, Creator of today's OC client.