[AiE] Negotiable Affection (Ch 1~3, last update 07/15)

Initial Idea of Anon whoring himself with notsex accredited to some other Writefriend. I am merely expanding the Idea and writing my version of it.

Chapter 1:
>Day Gigolo in Canterlot
>You are Anonymous.
>You had to resort to prostitution to earn money for your recently disaster struck town of Ponyville.
>You nurse your cold glass of milk, chasing chugs with bites from your donut while your mind reenacts the perverse horrors that you had to endure for todays Bits.
>You were standing around your usual corner, talking 'business' with a potential patron when the guards walked up to you.
>"Sir, are you a.... gentlecolt of negotiable affection?" asks one of the guards as the mare walks away nervously.
>You reach over to your spray bottle, Sensing an imminent rumble with the local constabulary.
"What if I am?" you look at the guards with deadened eyes "What are you gonna do about it Copper?"
>"Relax Anon" a guard officer extends a forehoof "We have... need of your services."
>You relax as you recognize the officer, It looks like her highness has need of you again.
>2 hours later and you are servicing an opera mask wearing princess Celestia, As if it would conceal her Alicorn features, Cutie mark and cosmic mane.
>"Oh Anon" she gasps.
>"Do it harder, harder!" she commands.
>You apply more pressure to your strokes as her highness commands.
>"I'm almost there!" she exclaims "You know what to do you bad boy you" she says, biting her lips.
>You increase the speed of your strokes and begin and begin your speil.
"Whos a pretty pony?"
>"I-I'm a pretty pony"
"WHOS A PRETTY PONY?" you ask with more intensity to match your strokes
>"I'M A PRETTY PONY"
>"DO IT WARMER ANON, WARMER!"
>You hug her as tight as you can, as she shudders into a cuddlegasm.
>Your down your glass of milk in one chug as a single tear rolls down your cheek at the memory of the perverse debauchery you had to do to save your town.
>It was 200 bits for a handy, warmy and up closey but you had to earn every bit of it.
>"E-easy Anon" Donut Joe says "You'll get a headache if you drink it too fast"
"SHUT UP AND GIVE ME ANOTHER DOUBLE!" you scream at the bartender.

Chapter 2:
>Day gentleman of ill repute in Equestria.
>You are Anonymous.
>Another day passes as another page of sickening memories are added to the quickly piling up gallery of shame that is your memory.
>You wander aimlessly in one of the nearby parks, in search for a bench to retire in.
>Your life has more or less become routine by now, Sell yourself, Wire your earnings back to your disaster magnet of a town that is Ponyville, and spend the portion meant for your room and board drowning your sorrows in Joe's establishment.
>The last call came too soon as Joe remorsefully refused you further service.
>"You oughta stop doin this ta yerself" You remember the unicorn say, one hoof rested on your shoulder as he handed you your takeaway beverage.
>"I-I aint judgin' ya or anythin', but Im startin ta worry fer ya" he continued as you headed for the door.
>What does he know? you snort to yourself before taking another swig as you lay collapsed on a vacant bench.
>As if a honest stallion like him could ever relate to what you were going through.
>Today's earnings were substantial but the trade off in dignity was... was...
>Your thoughts are cut off as your stomach begins to turn at the vulgar recollection.
>In retrospect, the vile acts that you had to perform to appease the Aurora maned monarch was not so repulsive after all.
>Turns out, word gets around, because your infamy has attracted the attention of another member of the royal family
>Todays new client brought a whole new meaning to the word 'unclean'
>There will never be enough of bars of soap in this world...
>Your fingernails dig into the sides of your arm as you embrace yourself.
>"I'm not like most mares" she said, as she bit her lower lip.
>"I'm a princess of love, you see. And as you'll soon find out, I'm the giving type" She said as she tilted her head. Her mischievous smile framed by her her marzipan curls.
>You remember the crushing despair that you felt when she turned to you after fastening on the straps of her implement.
>You begin to curl into a ball as the memory of todays degradation continues to unfold.
>You remember how she made you lie face down.
>You remember how she held you down with one hoof as she began to satiate her revolting desires with your body.
>You remember her giggle as she continued her strokes, indifferent at your suffering.
>you remember pressing your face into the pillow as you attempted to escape reality
>"Tell me you like it" you remember the slender alicorn command as she continued her horrible deed.
>"I-I like it" you say in between whimpers, complying with whatever orders she issued in hopes of helping her finish faster.
>"Louder" she says, between strokes
>"I LIKE IT!" You cry out, as the sound of her delight burns itself into your mind.
>She continues to giggle as she works the strap on.
>You silently weep to yourself as experience continues to haunt you.
>"Brushy, brushy, brushy" her voice continues to echo in your mind as your consciousness fades and you finally manage to cry yourself to sleep

>You wake up to the feeling of the sun on your face.
>You the first thing that you see is a ceiling.
>Did the guards take you in while you were asleep again?
>Cant be, The beddings are too comfortable and the sheets in the local jail smell nothi—
>"H-hi... are you awake?" you hear a timid voice call out from across the room.
>Great, looks you were abducted by one of those 'mare in shining armor' types while you were out cold.
>"I-I saw you passed out in the park, a-and..." The cream colored mare continued to babble on while you tried to reorient yourself to your new surroundings.
>"...Anyone who drinks that much cold milk is bound to get a headache" she continues on while she fidgets with her red tie.
>This is going to be awkward, you begin to look for your shoes as she rambled on at how she knew that it was tough to live in a big city, seeing as she was from Manehattan herself.
>"A-anyways, Are you OK?" she gives you a sheepish look as she awkwardly adjusts the red hair clip on her cyan mane.
>You mumble your thanks and you ask to be let out.
>"P-please stop" she stands in your way as you attempt look for the exit
>Shes holding a bowl in her hooves.
>"h-here d-dandelions" she hands you a bowl full of flowers.
>You begin to ask her why shes doing this but she interrupts you.
>"Y-you have to eat all the dandelions" she says trying her best to put on an awkward smile.
>You do your best to thank her and set the bowl down.
>You keep checking the doors and she continues to follow you around.
>"Pl-please dont go" she says, trying her best to keep up with you.
>"Y-your hair is really soft and silky" she mumbles as you finally find the exit
>"I love you too" you hear her say as you close the door.

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Negotiable affection 3
Chapter 3:

>Day squire of flexible morality in Equestria.
>You are Anonymous.
>Another despicable act, another bag of bits.
>You groggily walk the streets of Canterlot seeking the numbing comfort that only Joe's establishment can provide.
>Celestia offered to drop you off wherever you wanted but you did not want to spend any more time with her than absolutely necessary.
>Today was the first time that you were asked to 'service' somepony while in a Carriage.
>Two hundred bits for less than an hours work was no joke.
>But the fact that you were used 'on the go'...
>'Cheap' wasn't the word, but it was the first thing that came to mind...
>You feel a bout of gagging begin to surface and you stave it off by taking deep controlled breaths.
>Fog forms at the sudden gush of respiration and the fleeting warmth washes over your face as you redouble your stride, anxious to be rid of the taste in your mouth.
>You open the door and the familiar jingling of the bell soothes your nerves.
>There would be drink soon.
>"What'll it be?" Joe asks, readying your usual spot as you hang your coat and scarf.
"A cold one" you say as you take a seat and slump in front of the bar
>"Da usual den" Joe pushes a plate of jelly donuts towards you before pouring you a cold glass of your favorite beverage.
>You take a bite from the donut but Celestia's lingering aftertaste robs you of your appetite.
>"Here ya go Anon" Joe pushes the first of many that you were sure to consume today.
>You set the donut down and take a long swig in hopes of washing the taste from your mouth, but her highness continues to haunt you.
>"I want you to use your mouth" you take another swig as you remember the look on her face as she made her request
>You have another as you remember the feeling of her hoof on your hair as she sought to guide your downwards.
>"Oh Anon, yes" her desire laced voice continues to echo in your mind, and You attempt to take another swig but find that your glass is already empty
>You can still taste her in your mouth, your usual fare just isn't cutting it anymore.
>"Da same again?" Joe says with no hint of judgement in his voice.
"I need something stronger"
>"Y-ya don't mean..." Joe gestures to the bottle on the shelf behind him.
"Yes Joe, I do"
>"Comin' right up" He says, quite unenthusiastically.
>Joe knows better than to argue at this point, Instead choosing to keep an eye on your condition and cutting you off when he thinks you've had enough.
>He sets the bottle on the bar and replaces your tall glass with a much smaller one.
>He pours you the first shot and you immediately down it in one gulp.
>The strong tarty flavor hits the spot, yes this just might work.
"Keep them coming" you say, pressing your knuckles against your mouth in a desperate attempt to hold the memories back.
>Celestia's giggles assail you and you take a shot.
>You remember the way she rustled your hair as you went about your deed, and you take another shot.
>"Blow me" she commanded, and you take another shot.
>You remember the way she hungrily eyed you as you gagged. and you keep downing shot after shot.
>The way she seemed to get more and more exited at the sounds you made as you blew her.
>"Keep making those sounds for me, YES~"
>"PPTHHPTHPFFTHPPPT!" You cringe and clutch at your mouth at the recollection.
>"YES~" she shouted as her body began to convulse, hooves still holding your head down.
>The sounds of "THPPPTPTHTPTH!" mixes with the sound of her laughter and you absentmindedly reach for the glass and find it uncharacteristically light.
>It hasn't been refilled.
>Joe looks you in the eye, Concern painted on his face as he pours you another shot.
>"Last one Anon, I'm sorry but yav had enuff fer today"
"B-but, theres still half a bottle left" you try to protest, knowing full well that Joe cutting you off was not open for argument.
>"Sorry Anon, but dats final" Joe says, he glances at the the barely eaten donut as he takes away the small glass.
"I'll have the rest of the bottle to go then" you try to bargain.
>Joe sighs and shakes his head.
>"Look Anon, Ya gotta eat." he says, gesturing at the unfinished confectionery.
"Not really hungry" you say glumly.
>"Hows about we make us a deal den."
>"Lemme pack ya a...  sammich and If ya promise ta eat it, then maybe I'll let ya have a cold one fer da road." he said 'sandwich' a little discreetly, as if the prospect of being caught selling them would hurt his reputation.
>He looks at the half finished bottle of buttermilk and puts it back on the shelf
>"Ya can finish da rest a dis tomorrow. Deal?"
>You slump even lower at the prospect of having to make do with a bottle of the weaker stuff. But admit that Joe knew what he was doing, and was an expert at pacing his customers.
"Deal" You surrender, and Joe beams at you with a triumphant smile.
>He leaves the bar for a few minutes and comes back with with two brown bags, One of them holds your takeaway bottle while the smaller one holds a cheese, lettuce and tomato sandwich.
>You settle your bill and take your leave.
>"I'll see ya tomorrow, Anon" he calls out as you head for the door
>You nod at him as you discreetly tuck the sandwich into your overcoat, You didn't want to start any rumors after all.
>You are greeted by a blast of cold wind as you open the door.
>You sigh inwardly at the reminder of winters approach as you wrap your scarf a little tighter around your face.
>Winters were rough, And while it was true that you made the most money during this season, it also meant that you had to work a little harder and for much longer.
>You are not sure about how this worked, but for some reason, the decrease in temperature also brought forth a more intense need of your services.
>It was some sort of special cycle exclusive to mares apparently.
>You shudder at the thought of Celestia in cuddlestrus.
>You take a moment to shake off the dread and begin your search for a place to sleep.
>Sleeping in the parks has long since stopped being an option.
>Why did you ever have to run into /that/ mare?
>Its been a week since you met her, and since then you've found yourself waking up in her apartment with alarming frequency.
>How does she keep finding you?
>You've managed to evade her lately by keeping your naps short and constantly repositioning every few hours.
>But the fatigue was getting to you.
>Its not like she took advantage of you or anything.
>But it was just SO unsettling to keep waking up in her bed.
>And the thought of being a recipient for someponies charity stung what little that was left of your dignity.
>You considered telling her off but she was too nice in a misguided and creepy sort of way.
>Instead you chose to be civil and try your best to politely ask to be let out.
>You didn't want word to get around that you were rude to mares after all.
>It was a little early but you guess that its time to rent an apartment again.
>You usually only got an apartment during the winter season when it was not viable sleep out doors.
>But what the hay, If it meant uninterrupted sleep then maybe getting an apartment a few weeks early wasn't such a steep price to pay.
>This probably means that you'll have to cut back on drinks though.
>You don't know how Joe would react to the prospect of receiving less business from one of his best customers.
>Knowing the stallion, he'd probably be happy about it.
>Ok, You'll get an apartment /tomorrow/.
>But less drinks...
>Or maybe next week...
>You sigh, content that your situation could not get any worse.
>You are pulled out of your musings by somepony lightly bumping into you as you turn a corner.
>You absentmindedly turn to your assailant and mutter a quick 'srryboutthat'.
>The Mare seems to have the same idea and simultaneously says "Sorry".
>The voice is eerily familiar but you cant quite place it.
>Eh, probably one of your former clients.
>Formalities finished, you nod in the ponies general direction and go on your way.
>"Anon?" you hear the mare call out to you.
>This stops you on your tracks, few mares called you by that name, most politely preferring to use 'Anonymous'.
>You turn back around to properly address whoever she was and hopefully remember her name in time.
>You turn around and freeze at the sight of the equally dumbfounded mare
>Curly mane the color of lilacs and peonies...
>Coat the color of pearls...
>Oh no
"S-sweetie Belle?"