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- >You've been 'lucky' today.
- >A stallion told his buddies about you.
- >You've gotten 5 customers today. All of them paid 20 bits.
- >The sessions where long and rough, you could hardly stay conscious, let alone orgasm after the 4th stallion.
- >By the time they had had their fill, you had been thoroughly used up.
- >Every one of your orifices screamed in agony. You barely had any control over your legs left.
- >But it was worth it. You made 100 bits today.
- >The pain in your holes was minuscule compared to the pit in your stomach.
- >You haven't eaten in 4 days.
- >Well, that's a lie. The protein in all the cum you've ingested is probably the last thing keeping your body functioning.
- >You're barely able to drag yourself into your box, and slide the bits under your body.
- >Tomorrow. Tomorrow you'll go into town and get something to eat.
- >It's hardly any time before you pass out.
- >...
- >You wake to the feeling of raindrops pelting against your fur.
- >What's going on? The rain is so loud you can barely hear anything.
- >You are able to make out the sound of hooves splashing through puddles, however.
- >Why are you so wet? Your box should at least-
- >A flash of lightning, and you're able to see why.
- >Your box! Your box is gone! Ripped in half and pulled apart!
- >What happened? How did this-
- >Your bits. Where are your bits?
- >Panicking, you check under your body.
- >They're gone. All of them.
- >You've been robbed.
- >Another flash of lightning, and you see the word "SLUT" written in permanent marker across your belly.
- >That it. There's nothing left for you.
- >You use the last of your strength to curl up into a little ball.
- >You want to cry. You want to scream. You want to do anything.
- >But your body has nothing more to give. No more energy to spend on emotions.
- >Slowly, you close your eyes, and let the pain leave you as the rain washes away what little body heat you have left.
- >You wake up surrounded by warmth
- >The scent of something floral wafts past your nostrils
- >The sound of rain seems quiet, distant, muffled
- >You stir, opening your eyes and heaving a yawn, nuzzling back into your pillow
- >wait a second
- >Your pillow?
- >You bolt awake, adrenaline surging through your veins
- >You're in a hospital bed
- >There's an IV in your arm, and you're in a green cotton gown
- >How the hell did you get here
- >"Oh hey! You're up!"
- >Your ears swivel to focus on the voice, head snapping to the figure sitting in the chair in the corner
- >It's that weird...hyoomahn thing that's been in town for awhile
- >He always passed by you from time to time, but only paused the first time to read your sign
- >Sometimes he'd bring you food
- >He was...nice
- >Wouldn't be the first time somepony ignored you after first meeting you
- >"You're lucky I took a shortcut through the park today, otherwise you would have never made it through the night."
- >"Doc says you've got a mild case of hypothermia and pneumonia. But you'll be alright now."
- >Your mouth opens, it's dry. Your voice croaks.
- "W...why?"
- >He shrugs, settling back in his chair and returning to the book he was reading
- >"Someone's gotta look after you, if no one else will."
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