Whorse and the princess

>be Morning Glory
>also be homeless, starving, freezing cold and a desperate whore.
>other than some river water your last customers parting gift is all you've eaten in over a day
>the taste won't leave your mouth, and the scant 5 bits he threw in your face will buy nothing
>its getting dark, you're fighting a losing battle to stay warm in your box under the bridge
>winter is coming, and there is already a frost forming
>you won't sleep tonight, you'll be shivering and hoping you die of exposure rather than just getting frostbite
>tears well in the corner of your eyes, you're as low as you've ever been... there is no light at the end of this tunnel
>wonder if anyone would find you here at the edge of the town, probably just be washed away...
>curl up as tight as you can with you limbs tucked in hard, try to sleep before you're too cold to
>hear a noise from outside, just somepony crossing the bridge
>sound of wings as they land next to your box
>of course, pegasi aren't bothered by the cold, hes going to rut you in the cold, make you suffer that little bit more, make you beg harder.
"hello?"
>not a stallions voice
"Hello, are you in there?"
>a mare ... Celestia must hate you more than you thought, stallions are mean but they are simple and fast, mares...
>mares are normally take out alot more than just sexual tension on you, the worst beating you've taken are from mares looking for a release
>you whimper, shivering from more than just the cold for a moment
>but you need the bits
>25 bits would buy you a small warm cider in the ponyville pub, if you nurse it long enough you might get half the night indoors
>weakly you stand and open the flap of your box
>"are you here for my services ma'am?"
>you point your hoof at the poorly written price list, you've not moved enough to see her yet but you imagine her face screwing in disgust
".o..ooh"
>sounds like she was expecting to pay less,
>your muzzle dips with resignation to this being one you hope you're forget as you force yourself out of your box
"i.. i don't think..."
>the mare cuts off as you stand up. You're sure you must look bad but you hoped it wasn't so obvious
>the mare is purple, her wings are half open, her eyes wide, but what causes your jaw to un-hinge is the horn on her forehead
>a princess ... oh no
>you've heard the talk behind you back since you were a foal
>how there are no blank flanks, because they are "dealt with"
>how homeless, talentless ponies are made to "disappear" thanks to the royal guard and princesses wishes
>you fall to your knees, you're crying but only chocked breaths escape you fogging the air
>princess Twilight Sparkle, you might live in a box but you're not on the moon, you are well aware of her and her power
>the newest and supposedly most powerful princess must be out to clean up the filth
>her horn starts to glow in the near darkness of the late evening
>her expression is sad, only made worse from the shadows being cast
>she mutters something, all you catch is "tolerated"
>there is a burst of energy you wince and gasp as your world ends
>still be Morning Glory
>dry heave as your body comes back into being,
>lay of the ground sobbing and choking in equal parts
>the princess is saying something but you're in too much of a mess to hear it
>blood so full of adrenaline you shake and eyes can barely focus
>she's touching you, her hoof is on yours
>you jump/roll/tumble backward slamming yourself into a wall you didn't know was there
>the pain brings you a moment of clarity
>you are no longer under the bridge.
>floor boards, lights, windows, chairs, ceilings that seem so high
>the princess is still talking
"Calm down please, please, I know teleporting can be rough but like i said it'll pass"
> what, where are.., whats going on?
"... please i want to help but you need to calm down"
>your rapid twitchy movements slow, the panic ebbs as your body burns out its surge of energy
>you look at Princess Twilight her face is one of worry though it softens a little as she sees you focus on her
"that's it, you're okay, you're safe, I'm sorry I was just trying to help I should have waned you"
>you stutter a little before putting actual words out "ww wh wh, where are we what did you do?"
> it comes out a as single shout
>the princess tries to explain, she wanted to help, you looked bad she acted on impulse seeing something she could not tolerate, you are in her; castle
>she's seems unhappy saying that
>slowly trots over to you kneeling a leg length away
"I want to help"
>she sounds sincere
>but you are just a broken whore,
>you could have been helped a year ago maybe, when this fall to ruin was just a trip in the path
>but now there's nothing left to help
>sure she could give you bits to live the easy life, but an easy life won't replace what you've lost
>shake your head slowly "you can't, I'm sorry princess"
>manage to get your hooves back under you and slowly stand
"You can't go back to that!"
>there's anger in her voice but it's oddly not aimed at you
>don't care you're not dealing with this well right now
>"then maybe you should of helped me before I sold my body to anypony that would buy it for a few bits so I could just bucking eat"
>forget this,
>explode on the princess; yell about every night spent cold, alone and hungry
>every time some barstard didn't pay, every time one of them beat you till you couldn't move
>every time they choked you, every time you got dirty looks in town
>every time you broke down in tears after you wiped the cum from your filthy body
>you cry through it all, your voice breaking your throat burning, but it all spills out
>the princess listens
>a sad acceptance of everything you blame on her, Celestia, Luna, the world and the stars
>a foreleg and wing wrap over you
>the princess holds you tightly as you curse her and her kin to tartarus
>stay like that for a lil while as you come down
"I can't take the pain of the past away..."
>you feel her tighten her hug
"but I can and will stop more being caused"
>she leads you to a doorway on the other side of the room
>you follow the guidance still in her embrace you're just, empty
>full autopilot
>small bedroom tho its more plush than any you've seen in forever
>four post bed with a duvet that screams of warm cosy nights
>the princess helps you into the bed
>a small voice whines of what your filthy body is going to do to the linen
>she tucks you in as a mother would her foal
>she whispers you a goodnight with a promise of better days
>you don't believe it, you don't want to believe it
>but maybe you won't have to sell yourself tomorrow, just maybe
>you slip into the best night's sleep in over a year