Scootaloo meets a whore

>"Hey Miss?"
>A little orange filly is looking at you
>You'd heard her little scooter slowly tracking through the mud and withdrew into your box like a turtle to dodge the splash
>Instead of racing by she petered to a stop in front of your 'house' and peeked inside
"Go away kid."
>You didn't like being mean to kids
>You didn't like them seeing you even worse
>As an unaccomplished slut you wished girls like her just never knew you existed
>But this little pegasus had to be pretty dense
>She just frowns under her little helmet and plants her forelimbs inside your 'front door'
>"Thats's rude Miss I just wanted to ask a question."
>You stare her down
>"I just wanted to know what your cutie mark was and ask how you got it."
>Her bare little flank is visible as you tilt your head
>An awful sinking feeling hits you in the stomach
>This filly was too old to be blank
>If she didn't have her mark by now she probably wouldn't ever get it
>No mark, no talent, no job, never good at anything
>Just a lonely screw up living in a box and sucking cock
>You make sure your newspaper blankets cover your own blank flank
"None of your business kid, get back to your parents."
>She gives you the same accidental look you just gave her
>Her head looks away, she stares at your sign a minute before actually reading it
>"What are these prices for, Miss?"
"Adult stuff. Now get out."
>With a loud little 'hmmph' she plants all four hooves and stands tall
>Her wings unfold a little as she rifles herself up to look bigger
>"I'm pretty much an adult."
>This kid was getting on your nerves now, your self pity and empathy for her wearing thin
"So what do you want then, kid?
>Two ten bit coins hit the ground
>Anything."
>You can't help but laugh out loud
"Anything? Kid, you don't even know what you're asking for."
>"Oh yeah? Well I bought it. If you got to do anything then you should follow me."
"Ain't leavin the box, kid. In it, on it, or under it, but we ain't leaving it."
>"It's gonna rain again. I'm a pegasus, l know."
>She spreads her tiny little wings
>They look too small to fly but she talks like a wise weather sage
"So? I got my box, rain don't bother me none."
>"You're pretty dumb for a grown up. Nobody is gonna want to kiss a muddy mare."
>Your sharp little 'heh' catches in your throat before you can stifle it
>Kid thinks this is some kind of a kissing booth
>Isn't that far off, really
>"Last time l'm asking, do you want to sleep over at he clubhouse or get muddy and ugly?"
"Clubhouse?"
>"Yeah. Just us."
>Then again maybe this kid does understand what you do
"Are you still trying to buy me, kid?"
>"Yeah. I'm a grown up so treat me like one. I got more bits than you, don't l?"
>Ouch, that actually stings a little
>A thunderclap coaxes you into this little arrangement
>She was right after all, few colts wanted 'kisses' from a mangey wet stormed on mare
>Only that fucking trash can colt
>You shudder as you stand up
>Gathering your precious posessions to keep them safe you put the last crumbs of a salt lick and 9 bits in a ratty saddlebag
>You take the kid's money too
>'Anything' was probably going to wind up being something like 'braid my tail'
>It hurts to remember the last time you actually did something like that
>You were probably her age
>Ugh
>The price sign is the fourth wall on your box, you shut the little cube up
"Lead the way, kid."
>On her little scooter she leads you out of town and down a little path, you have to break into a trot for the first time in weeks as the clouds open overhead
>She jumps off her scooter so fast it crashes into a little picnic table as she runs up a ramps and kicks the door open
>Your tired old body races in a moment later
>Rain starts pouring down in earnest as the kid runs around shifting all the shutters and lighting the lantern
>With a little stoke of horror you actually recognize this place
"You an Apple, kid?"
>She looks at you funny but shakes her head
>"No, but my friend is."
>About three years ago a nice colt tried to 'fix' you
>Paid for you, didn't fuck you, made you eat a bowl of eggs
>It was sweet and sickening at the same time
>He even put you up in this little shack, but it was far from fixed up like this at the time
>You don't even know what he was expecting
>Were you supposed to fall in love with him?
>Did he just want to feel like he owned you like a pet?
>Did he really want to help a stranger, or just a mare?
>Either way it didn't matter
>Your pride wouldn't have it and you walked out a few days later
>"You look mad, Miss."
>You shake it off
"Forget it kid. What do you want, anyway?"
>She sets the lantern down beside the two of you, the shadows playing across her face and stretching long across the walls
>"Anything."
>A laugh skips out before you see just how sincere she looks
>Her little lips are tight together, those purple eyes catching the reflection of the flame
"You don't get anything if you don't ask, kid."
>This back and forth was getting tiring
>No matter how wet it was outside another ten minutes of ' no you pick' would drive you crazy
>"I want..."
>You stare at this filly while she stares at you, stretching it out slowly as you see the wheels turn in her head
>"A massage."
>That was a new one
"Me? And, a massage? Kid, the Spa girls charge 70 bits for a massage."
>"Do you think you're as good as the spa girls?"
>Her sass actually got you to laugh
>It's been a long, long time since you laughed like that
>As soon as you get yourself back together you try to play serious
"Just roll over kid."
>In the dark you can't really see what she pulls out but she throws down a mat of what looks like cloth and towels
>She plops down spread eagle, wings out