[WH|WIP:2017-01-14] Whore Shorts

>After drinking a glass of water, Anon walks back to his place at your side.
>Suddenly, there's a jolt as he trips over the edge of the rug you were standing on.
>You watch in horror as his face hits the handle of the pot of spaghetti, flinging the boiling water and pasta all over him and the floor.
>You stand frozen in panic as your only friend wails in agony as the water burns his skin.
>Tears stream down your face as you can only stare in shock as he flails in pain on the floor of the kitchen, smacking his head on the cupboards and floor several times.
>After a couple minutes, he is still as you regain your senses through your silent sobbing.
"A-anon?"
>As you reach down to cradle his head and comfort him, not caring about the hot water, he shifts and some of the spaghetti slides from his pocket.
"P-please be okay."
>He remains still as your tears cascade down onto his face, your choking sobs echoing throughout the room.
"P-please. I-i c-can't be w-without you. I-i need you!"
>You hold him in a crushing embrace as you plead for his safety.
"I-i c-can't live without y-you. Y-you need to b-be a-alright! J-just say something, p-please!"
>As you choke out your words through the sobs racking your body, his unfocused eyes turn to you.
>A pained smile of hope forms behind your tears before he slowly opens his mouth and whispers deliriously.
>"Y-you too."

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>You lap up 18679628's dripping precum as your hand tickles 18679518's head, the sound of moans around you only making you harder as you thrust forward into 18678563's moist pussy.
>You rapidly approach the edge when 18678509 roughly shoves his tongue into your anus, teasing its insides.
>You moan around 18679628's throbbing cock as your hot seed shoots out into 18678563's pulsating snatch.
>18679518 reaches down to lick up your seed, beginning to drip from 18678563, when she herself moans around 18678509's shaft, her contracting vagina prolonging your orgasm as your spurts of semen intensify.
>As your moans vibrate around 18679628, he slams into your mouth as you gulp down his delicious nectar, speeding up your hand around 18679518, using his own fluids as lubrication.
>Your free hand finds 18678509's rear, and thrusts inside to rub his prostate as he moans under you, massaging your balls as your seed flows faster.
>The moans around you increase as you all twitch in ecstasy, as warm cum runs down your hand from 18679518's glans.
>18678509's lips vibrates, his tongue squirming deep in side you prolonging your pleasure as you see semen drip from 18678563's drooling mouth.
>You all writhe in bliss for what seems like hours, coated in your combined bodily fluids.
>Just another day in the white-knight orgy.

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>You force your tongue into her hot, moist tunnel as she clenches around you.
>Spurred on by the moans above, you eat and drink from her dripping marehood.
>The sounds grow to a crescendo, and her legs clamp around your head, pulling you in as her pussy spasms around you.
>You can feel her twitching in ecstasy as you lap up the marecum flowing from her vulva, tickling her clit to prolong her orgasm while she screams.
>Her legs release you, and she looks exhaustedly down at you.
>You can feel her liquid running down your face as you lick up the drops.
>Her face turns into a sultry grin as she beckons you forward, whispering breathily to you.
>"Bark!"
>What?
>You open your eyes to find your dog inches from your face, wet with his saliva.
>You quickly push him away.
>The strings around your mouth indicate you've been licking up the slobber on your face in your sleep.
>Shifting around, you feel a wet, slimy feeling from your crotch.
>God fucking dammit.

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>"Oh, Anon~"
>You set your book down, and your mouth drops as you see what's behind you.
>Morning stands before you, looking back with a sultry grin, her plot inches from you.
>She lifts her tail to the side, giving you a close-up view of the silky red panties separating her juicy marebits from your sight.
>Her plump lips are clearly outlined through the thin cloth, a bit of liquid seeping through.
>"I need some relief."
>As she backs her thinly veiled pussy onto your face, you are smothered in the musky scent of her secretions mixed with a hint of sweat.
>When you tentatively lick the wet fabric, the faint taste of mare juice hits your tongue, as she groans, fumbling open the zipper of your pants as her hoof shakes.
>"Nnnngh... Let me get these clothes off you, and we can skip right to the main event."
>Before you can react, she expertly undoes your clothes, throwing them across the room haphazardly, and forces you onto the ground, revealing your rock-hard member.
>"Now, let me do all the work."
>She quickly plunges her soaking marehood down on your shaft, as you gasp at the feeling of being enveloped by her warm, muscular tunnel.
>You let out a groan and involuntarily thrust your hips as she slams down on to you, her hooves keeping you pressed to the floor.
>Her rough movements are quickly bringing you closer to the edge, and you twitch in her grasp with every pounding, moaning as she dominates you.
>Her mouth meets yours, and your tongues rapidly dance around each other as you lose track of reality.
>A sudden sharp pain in your arm makes you scream into her mouth.
>The shear pleasure of her thrusting you into her leaves you dazed as you vaguely register something shiny and metallic by your arm, as a warm liquid flows over it.
>She bites your lip as she smashes her pelvis painfully hard into you as you both spasm, orgasming.
>You ignore the taste of iron, as she pulls you into an embrace and you fall asleep together, the knife pressed against your throat.

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"Morning, hold him down."
>"No please, I won't tell anyone just -- AAAGH!"
>You plunge the knife into his abdomen, twirling it around to form a nice hole, as blood oozes out of the hyperventilating stallion.
>You pull the bloody knife out as he screams again, licking the delicious metallic liquid off the blade, before offering it to Morning, who is already dripping in anticipation as she savors the crimson ichor.
>"I-I have a family! Please just let me go."
>The stallion continues sobbing in pain and fear as Morning leans down to lap up the blood flowing slowly from the wound.
>God, you're so fucking hard right now.
>You unzip your pants, and motion for Morning to back up.
>As she complies, and glances at the ropes holding the stallion in place, you lower your dick to the bloody hole in his abdomen as the stallion frantically pleads.
>"P-please don't do this. I-I can give you anything, just don't -- AAAAH!"
>You slide your cock into the wet, warm hole as the stallion wails under you in agony.
>His tears send twinges of delight to your shaft as it drags along his internal organs, pulling them in and out in ways they were never intended.
>As you pump, the stallion slowly gains an unfocused stare as he ceases to scream.
>That just won't do.
>Looking over to Morning, who is masturbating with the bloody handle of the knife, you motion to the traumatized stallion beneath you.
>She reluctantly pulls the knife from her snatch, slick with the stallion's life and her own juices, and plunges it into his shoulder, furious at the interruption.
>As the stallion returns to reality and lets out an ear-piercing shriek, Morning licks at the generous amount of crimson fluid gushing from the severed vein.
>The screams make you shiver in bliss as you feel your peak approaching, and Morning's moans as she licks up the blood while furiously rubbing herself let you know she's not far either.
"Morning, I'm--"
>Morning locks lips with you, as you shudder and the sensations work their way down your spine, before your hot liquid spurts out into the shredded liver of the stallion.
>You grab the blade from Morning, plunging it into the stallion's heart as you moan in bliss into your mare's mouth, while she spasms and releases her own torrent of fluids onto the stallion.
>When your orgasms have subsided, you pull your flaccid penis from the corpse below you, covered in blood and cum.
>When Morning breaks away from the kiss to stick her tongue into the stallions abdomen to lick up your blood-covered cum while moaning in pleasure, you can feel yourself hardening already.
>You fucking love this mare.

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>"Anon, why's it so quiet in here?"
"Shh... The eyeworms are sleeping."
>Morning looks at you oddly.
>"What do you--"
"Quiet. We can't wake them."
>You slowly step forward into the room, carefully counting the tiles, stepping four forward, three left, two back, one right, three forward, two right, over and over as you proceed.
>Looking back, Morning stands where you started, as you whisper back to her.
"Are you coming or not?"
>Hesitantly, she looks down at the tiles, trembling and closes her eyes as she sets a hoof on the tile in front of her.
>As she tries and fails to copy your patterns, you shake your head in disappointment.
>How could anyone fail at this?
>You continue your odd dance across the room, as the lights dim and everything seems to fade to black, separated only by the glowing outlines of the tiles beneath you, as the sound of Morning's hooves echo behind you.
>Your outstretched hand finally meets a loop along the wall, and you pull the wall outward to reveal a series of horizontal plates with a variety of organic and inorganic matter haphazardly scattered across them, as you are bathed in a soft light that interrupts the endless expanse of grid.
>Morning finally makes her way to your side and examines the curious and bizarre objects in front of you.
"The Orbs."
>Compelled by some strange thought, your hand reaches out and grabs two fleshy, red spheres that squish slightly as you squeeze them.
>Handing one to Morning, you replace the wall, shielding the plates from sight as the darkness fills your surroundings.
>You carefully step backward through your patterns, slowly making your way through the darkness, as Morning follows.
>You return to the comforting light from whence you came, and when Morning returns as well, you seal the darkness away behind a hinged barrier on the wall.
>Morning simply follows you, exhausted, and sits next to you on the soft material you've grown familiar with.
>You take a bite of the apple as you lie back in the bed with your mare.
"Nothing like a nice midnight snack."

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>"Morning Glory!"
>Oh Celestia, he's back.
>You scramble awake and futilely try to hide as that creepy biped returns to your box.
>"I brought you eggs. I even topped them with delicious cinnamon and maple syrup. I even added in grass for fiber so you can poop more regularly!"
>You merely whimper under the tattered rag you use as a blanket as his footsteps stop in front of your muzzle.
>You hear the characteristic clinking of the twenty bits he throws into your box as always.
>Suddenly, your rag flies off of you as a bowl of wet, undercooked egg mixed with grass and various ingredients is thrust next to your head.
>"Eat up. You need to regain your strength."
>You inhale the disgusting smell as tears come to your eyes, before he lifts your head up and places it into the bowl.
>"It's good for you. Eat it all."
>Wretching, you force yourself to eat the putrid mixture, your tears adding salt to the already nauseating mixture.
>Despite your well-trained gag reflex, you are unable to contain the bile rising in your throat as your stomach acid burns on its way to join the horrifying mixture as you vomit.
>He pats you forcibly on the back as you empty the contents of your stomach into the bowl.
>Hacking up the last of the meager scraps you'd managed to find over the last day, you feel empty and exhausted.
>Your throat stings, everything tastes horrible, and tears are still running down your face.
>When you give up and settle for sobbing into the vomit-filled, vile concoction, he merely lifts your bile-encrusted face from the bowl and pulls it away.
>"Looks like you're not used to regular food, yet. Don't worry. I'll be back with more later."
>As he walks off, you merely drag yourself into your muddy box, silently weeping, unable to care anymore.
>You are Morning Glory, and you want to die.

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"We shall never die!"
>"A-anon, you're scaring me."
"We must survive!"
>"P-please stop."
"BUMP BUMP BUMP BUMP BUMP"
>"I-I want to g-go home."

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>When you hear the soft footsteps, you raise your head and look out of your box to see some odd bipedal creature looking down at your sign of rates.
>While once you'd have been afraid, after months of whoring yourself out for change, you can't bring yourself to care as you tiredly rise to your hooves, your legs creaking and struggling to support your meager, malnourished weight as your tongue tries to lubricate your dried mouth and throat enough to form words.
"What can I do for you?"
>He stares at your sign for a moment, hesitantly asking you a question.
>"I-it's twenty bits for anything, right?"
"Yep."
>He nervously stalls.
>"A-and that means anything f-for as long as it takes?"
"As long as it takes less than a day."
>When the bits clink into a cup you keep in your box, you can't help but grin and giggle, sending you hacking into a coughing fit as you try to suck in the cold autumn air shredding your lungs like frozen razor blades.
>A soft thumping on your back helps resolve your issue, and you look up to the nervous face of your helper.
>"S-sorry, I just thought you..."
>You weakly force your words out.
"It's okay. Now what would you like?"
>He blushes, staring at the ground for a moment, before looking up to you.
>"C-could we, if it's okay, I mean, maybe... cuddle?"
>His hopeful face stares at your confusion as the unusual request makes its way through your head.
"Sure."
>The biped leans back against a nearby tree and timidly pats the ground next to him.
>You close the short distance, each lift of your hooves requiring almost all of your effort, before you trip over a small hole and tumble onto his lap.
>As you try to regain your breath, his warm arms pull you into an embrace, his body heat like a hot fire in contrast to the freezing air.
>His claws open the outer layer of his clothing, revealing a thin fabric under it, as he pulls you in tighter, the scorching heat feeling wonderful as he zips his coat around the two of you.
>His soft appendages rub comfortingly along your back, lulling you into a blissful haze as he smiles above you.
>As you unconsciously nuzzle into his burning chest, your eyes begin to close in the delightful warmth.
>The soothing heat and rubbing relax your sore body as you lie against him.
>Before you know it, you fall asleep with a small smile, warmer than you've been in weeks in the arms of this strange creature.

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>As you bat a rock back and forth between your hooves, a shadow covers you.
>You look up to see that psychotic alien, staring at you with a creepy grin.
>You really don't want to have to deal with whatever shit he's going to do today.
>While you continue to roll your rock, he just stands over you, staring and grinning with those unblinking eyes that just seem too small for his face, those teeth that always have an odd yellowish tint, that sociopathic stalker smile.
>After several minutes of waiting as he just stands as still as a statue, you sigh and return your gaze to him.
"Yes?"
>His grin grows to unnatural proportions as he slowly leans inward toward you.
>His mouth gradually passes out of your sight as you begin to feel his breath on your ear.
>Most likely, he's just gonna whisper right in your--
"Gaaah! What the fuck!"
>You jerk away as he suddenly bites down hard on your ear.
>Your sensitive ear pulses in time with your rapid heartbeat as you reach up and pull your hoof away with a few spots of blood.
>That psycho just slowly returns to his standing position, a slight hint of red in his slasher smile.
>You freeze as his hand reaches out to your head, noticing the small wound upon it slowly dripping blood down his arm.
>You can feel his blood sticking the hairs of your coat together as he pats the top of your head.
>"Good pony."
>He turns and leaves, but it's several minutes before you can bring yourself to move.
>You spend the next couple hours scrubbing yourself, but you still feel unclean.

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>Anon's twenty bits land in your cup as you sit there confused.
"What?"
>He blushes and repeats himself.
>"I just want you to lick my thigh."
>A bit unusual of a request, but it's better than the ones that want to be rough.
>He lifts his shirt a bit, and drops his pants and boxers, before releasing his shirt, the hem resting against the base of his flaccid penis.
>Your muzzle approaches his knee and breathes hotly upon it while he hardens.
>You gently rub your lips against the smooth skin of his kneecaps, slowly trailing upwards.
>He shudders as your tongue comes out to lick the slightly salty surface of his leg as you move back and forth up his thigh.
>Panting, he shivers when you take a long sideways lick just a few inches from his groin, as his manhood pulses up and down in time with his heartbeat.
>Accompanied by grunts of encouragement, you lick upwards, running along where his leg meets his torso toward his crotch.
>As you lick down between his leg and scrotum, your muzzle brushes against his balls as you feel them pull inward.
>Pulling out to begin another lick, your nose lightly rubs his shaft, causing him to groan as it twitches up and down before a hot liquid shoots out repeatedly onto your face and mane.
>When his spurts die down, he opens his eyes to see you covered in his seed as he turns bright red and pulls his pants up without bothering to wipe the semen dripping down his cock off.
>"Th-thank you."
>He quickly walks off nervously without another word.
>That was certainly one of the more unusual encounters.
>Still, bits are bits.
>Dunking your face into a nearby mud puddle to clean up, you get ready for the next customer.

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>You finally arrive at Anon's house.
>It's nothing particularly unusual.
>A number of your customers don't want to fuck in the muddy alley you live in.
>You sometimes get extra food, or to sleep in a bed if you're lucky, so you're not complaining either.
"So, where do you want to do this?"
>He ushers you into the kitchen.
>Oh, it's one of those things.
>He probably wants to bend you over and fuck you on a counter or table, or something.
>Or maybe he's like that one weird stallion that wanted to watch you shove a cucumber up your ass.
>Unfazed, you enter the room.
"What do you want me to do?"
>"Oh, just sit down over there for a moment. I need a few minutes to prepare."
>You sit down in a chair, idly wondering what he's going to prepare.
>When you shift slightly in your seat, you hiss in pain as agony shoots from your crotch.
>Spreading your legs without a hint of dignity, you examine your bruised, purple lips.
>Lightly poking around, most of your nethers are sore.
>A stallion a couple days ago was a bit rough with you, but at least he paid well enough.
>You just hope you can get through tonight without tearing up this time.
>Speaking of which, how long does Anon take to get ready?
>You look up, leaving your sore crotch spread and open to view as you see Anon doing something on the counter.
>You squint, cursing your nearsightedness and the glasses you'll never be able to afford as you try to tell what his hands are doing.
>He turns toward you, carrying some flat object, but as soon as his eyes fall on you, he averts his gaze, blushing.
>"Please don't display yourself."
>After a moment of confusion, you close your legs as he sets a plate of some complex arrangement of food in front of you.
>You stare at the food for a moment in contemplation.
"I don't get it."
>"Huh?"
"Do you have some food fetish or something? Do you want me to cover your dick in food and lick it off? Or do you want me to cover my pussy in it?"
>He turns a bright red.
>"W-what? I-I just wanted your opinion on the food! I-I'm training to be a chef."
"So you don't want to fuck me?"
>He sputters out a response, unable to meet your eyes.
>"N-no! I-I wouldn't dream of it -- N-not that I don't find you unattractive, but I don't want to -- I-I mean I can't just -- I barely know you and--"
>You cut him off before he rambles further.
"It's fine. I'm glad to help you."
>He smiles in relief.
>You spend the rest of the night tasting and critiquing some of the most delicious food you've ever eaten as Anon took notes on your every reaction.
>At the end of it, you're fuller than you've been in months.
>As you're about to leave, Anon calls to you.
>"Wait! You don't have anywhere to go, right? If you don't mind, you could stay the night as thanks?"
>You spend the rest of the night curled up in bed with your new friend, just cuddling, full and warm as you fall asleep with a smile.

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>"They're watching us, Morning."
>A half-coherent sentence coalesces from the incessant rambling of the biped.
>"Always watching, and waiting. Seeing everything from their glowing windows into our reality."
>His dead eyes stare into your soul as his hands shake your shoulders.
>"Don't you see? They're the ones behind everything! Toying with us for their own amusement! Pressing their little buttons to control our every action!"
>You try to back away, shaking in fear as his tirade becomes more fervent.
"P-please--"
>"They don't care about us any more than the playwrights care for their characters! They'll never leave us alone, torturing us and baiting us with the promise of something better, only to steal it from our charcoal grasp at the last moment!"
>His arms violently whip you back and forth as he shouts at you.
>"We're just puppets to our candy-coated owners, dancing about as they clap and throw us through fire for their entertainment! Don't you see? The cracks and wrongness of our world? We're all made of a constantly changing fluid, Morning! It's the only thing that makes sense!"
>You cower as a warm liquid trickles down your legs, forming a puddle beneath you before his words turn to a soft whisper.
>"And do you know what the worst part is?"
>His cold eyes drill into yours with the intensity of an inferno while he holds you in place as you stammer out a response.
"W-w-what?"
>"When it's all done, we'll cease to exist. When they grow tired of playing with us, that's it. That's the end."

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>The human approaches your little home in the park as the warm summer sun begins its descent.
>It isn't much -- just a cardboard box large enough to sleep in -- but it's not so bad.
>The one thing that really brightens your day was the creature slowly making his way toward you across the lush green grass.
>"Hey there, Morning!"
>Standing up with a huge grin, you wave and call back to your friend.
"Hey, Anon!"
>When he reaches you, his hands scratch and rub across your head.
>"How's my favorite pony today?"
>You're dirty and bruised, and the normal pains in your stomach are only gone because you let a stallion use you, but none of that matters with him here.
"Great, now that you're here."
>You smile as Anon brushes his hands through your mane, each stroke comforting you with your friend's intimacy.
>"Glad to make your day better."
>A stinging sensation on your leg slowly breaks through the gentle bliss of his actions as you discreetly rub it with your other leg.
>The glorious feeling along your neck stops as Anon bends over, looking at your leg with concern plain on his alien face.
>"Did you get hurt? Let me see."
>You allow him to lift your hoof to inspect the scrape from when your customer was a bit too rough earlier.
"I-It's fine. It's nothing really."
>As you blush at his caring attention, he dismisses your statements, digging around in his bag for a moment.
>"It isn't nothing. The important mare I care about is hurt. I can't just let you go around injured, can I?"
>Prepared as always, he pulls disinfectant and a bandage out from his bag.
>"Now hold still. This'll sting a little."
>Your eyes water and you bite your lip as the disinfectant burns your leg.
>The pain starts to face as Anon gently presses the bandage to your scrape, leaning down to give it a quick kiss.
>"There. All better."
>As you giggle at his antics, he sits next to you, scratching your back idly before pulling you against him.
>You sigh contentedly as he embraces you in a loose, comforting hug, pressed against his warmth as he softly hums and pets you.
>You nuzzle into him, inhaling his comforting scent, decidedly masculine and yet not terrifying like the stallions that you service.
>"You really should tell me if you're hurt, Morning. I care a lot about you. You're a very important pony."
"I-I'm not--"
>"You are very important to me. I'm never going to let you get hurt."
>His arms tightly embrace you, pulling your head into his chest as you tear up in joy at your one friend's words.
"Th-thank you."
>He merely hums gently, softly rocking you as you sniffle into him.
>A couple drips of liquid onto you let you know that he's crying as well.
>You shiver slightly as Anon's warm embrace cools a little.
>Smiling, you close your eyes as you hum along with him, a strange wet feeling around your legs.
>When you pause your humming to breathe, you don't hear him.
>You open your eyes to the puddle of water forming in your box as the thunder crackles over your lonely alley.

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>The crunching of the leaves in front of your sagging cardboard box rouses you from your light sleep.
>With a shaky hoof you brush away the mane stuck to your face with dried mud as you struggle to look up through your swollen black eye.
>The blurry biped in front of you stops in front of your drenched cardboard box as the dark clouds lightly drizzle down on you.
>You lower your hooves and strain to lift yourself to greet your new customer, but your legs give out after only a few inches, dropping your muzzle into the puddle forming around your home.
>Unable to breathe, you frantically struggle to lift your face out of the tiny depth of water, barely succeeding at turning slightly as your muscles burn from the effort.
>Just as the world starts to fade to static, a warm sensation wraps itself around your torso as you suddenly jerk upward.
>Hacking and wheezing, a burning heat engulfs you as you register the biped carrying you in his arms as the mud drips down his jacket.
>"Are you alright?"
>You strain to move your mouth to speak, barely able to lift your leaden tongue to shape words as you struggle to whisper.
"Y...es..."
>Your eyelids feel heavy as you force yourself to stay conscious.
>A gentle stroking begins along your dirt-coated back, as soft cooing reaches your ears.
>"It's alright. Just relax."
>A tiny sliver of hope forms in you as this creature treats you as gently as a newborn child, holding you close against his burning warmth as he softly massages your emaciated body.
>"Do you like that?"
>You strain to muster up the energy to speak as his comforting actions fill you with the smallest hint of joy you haven't felt in years.
"Y... Y..."
>"Shh. It's fine."
>His actions lull you into a soft rest as he gently holds you against him.
>"You filthy whore."
>Your body goes limp as your heart is crushed, ceasing to care as the energy to cry evaporates from your exhausted body.

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>You lie in your meager box in the dark alley as you wait for another 'customer' to show up.
>It's not a particularly nice place, but it's more than enough for you.
>Honestly, the box and the dozen bits you've managed to gather are more than you've had for most of your life, so you can't complain.
>Standing up, you shake free some of the dirt that blends into your messy brown mane.
>As you stretch your back and neck, sore from sleeping on the hard ground with only wet cardboard as a mattress, you hear the telltale sound of an approaching customer.
>Sighing, you turn to the entrance of your alley as a stallion spies you and hesitantly approaches.
"He--"
>You hack and cough to clear the phlegm from your disused throat as you stop being able to speak.
"Hello, sir."
>You can sense the pity streaming off of him as he looks down on your dirty, makeshift home and your mud-soaked body.
>His eyes widen in shock when he sees your sign, almost tearing up as he sees how cheaply you're whoring yourself out to anyone who's willing.
>He drops a few bits onto the cardboard.
>"Anything, huh?"
"Y-yes, sir."
>When he sits beside you, you can feel his warmth through the wet fur of your coat as he suddenly embraces you.
>A smile crosses your face as the heat and kindness from this complete stranger warms and fills up the hole inside you.
>He shivers slightly at the cold sensation of your body, but you just press tightly against the supplier of this glorious feeling welling up inside you.
>Long after you contentedly relax against the stallion, he separates from you, looking down with a gentle smile as he brushes your mane from your face.
>"Keep a chin up and don't give up hope. There's always somepony willing to show a little kindness."
>When the stallion finally trots off, you push the bits to the back of the box with the rest of your tiny pile as you sit down, feeling full after your meal.
>And they said you wouldn't survive on your own outside of the hive.
>Ponies are a bunch of saps.

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>You hear a pair of footsteps shuffle by as you hide under a box in a dark alley.
>"Morning?"
>He's still trying to find you.
>You don't know what's going on, but several of these tall green creatures in suits started stalking you a week or so ago.
>At first it was just one.
>When that bizarre creature suddenly showed up in your alley from nowhere, you hid, terrified in your box.
>He found you quickly, and while you shivered in fear he looked you over in pity, roughly turning your body as he examined every inch of you, even going so far as to pin you upside down to examine your pussy as you teared up in fear.
>Despite his lack of concern for your personal space, it wasn't horrible, as he then softly stroked your mane and asked your name, before giving you enough bits to last a few days.
>The next day, another one showed up, shorter and wider, with a disheveled suit.
>You spent the next hour cowering as he shouted at you to eat a bowl full of eggs, before giving up and leaving while you sobbed.
>The day after that, three of them showed up, chasing you and shouting your name as you fled in terror into the crowds of the marketplace, where you normally feared to tread due to the insults slung at you.
>When a couple ponies asked why you were panicking, you frantically pointed at the beasts chasing you, while the ponies held you down and insisted that there was nothing there.
>You struggled to break free and had to give one a black eye to escape and hide in a dumpster.
>The next three days went roughly the same as the others, but you've gotten smarter.
>If you don't go out, they won't find you.
>They'll stop stalking you, constantly trying to find you and toy with you.
>In fact, you haven't even left this alley in the last two days, despite that you haven't had the opportunity to scavenge for food or retrieve your bits since then.
>You haven't even slept.
>Every time you feel yourself getting tired, you hear the telltale footsteps of those monsters passing by.
>Maybe you can take a short nap, but you need to hide a bit better first.
>You carefully lift the small box you're in a short distance above the ground, slowly sneaking along with it behind a nearby dumpster.
>You sigh in relief as you make it into the darkness, tilting the box to shield you from view while allowing you to stretch out behind the dumpster.
>"'Sup."
>You freeze, jerkily turning your wide eyes toward the noise as your breathing speeds up, only to be met with the sight of another pony.
>While you try to calm your racing heart, you examine her, noticing the bruises on her thin body, shadows under her bloodshot eyes as she smiles, apparently not all there.
>She giggles, bobbing her head a little, obviously stoned out of her mind.
>"Are ya' gonna sit, or just stand there?"
>Nervously, you take a seat in the slime a few feet from her as she lifts a glowing ember in front of her face before inhaling, and eventually exhaling a funny-smelling smoke.
>She looks at you for a moment, staring repeatedly between you and her joint before a look of realization dawns on her.
>"Ya' want a hit?"
"N-no."
>She looks at you in confusion briefly, before staring at the back of the dumpster and giggling again as she takes another breath of the smoke.
>"Suit yourself. By the way, I'm Cracky."
>She turns to her other side as you wonder what she's looking at now.
>"You want a hit, Anon?"
>Terrified at the prospect of even more people being here, you slowly and quietly back into the box.
>"Sure."
>You freeze in place when you see the odd appendage, clothed in a dirty suit, reach forward to grab the joint from her hoof, before the sound of inhalation fills the tiny area.
>Cracky turns toward you, a flicker of concern soaking through her haze as she sees your wide eyes staring at the creature as you shake and hyperventilate.
>"Hey, it's alright. He's friendly."
>Your breathing picks up, and the world seems to be spinning and flickering as your heart pounds wildly in your ears.
"But he -- you can -- they're not -- I..."
>Gravity suddenly throws you sideways as the blurry ground meets your body as the need to flee overwhelms you.
>When something touches your shoulder, you immediately jerk away, smashing your face into the metal rear of the dumpster, before a hoof soothingly rubs your back as a gentle cooing breaks through the sound of your breathing.
>"Shh... It's okay. You're fine."
>After several minutes, your breathing returns to normal as you lie there, exhausted, unable to muster up the energy to move when a masculine voice suddenly addresses you.
>"I'm sorry for scaring you. I promise I won't hurt you."
>You turn your head to look into the face of the green creature, flinching as his appendage slowly reaches down toward you.
>He hesitates a moment, but you nod timidly as his hand makes contact with your back, gently stroking you as Cracky speaks up.
>"See? What I tell ya'? He's been hanging out with me since he showed up yesterday."
"I-I saw someone like him a w-week ago, a-and a bunch of them h-have been following me since."
>He looks down at you sadly.
>"Sorry. Most of them are probably just lonely. A lot of us come on a bit strong."
>He continues to pet you while you slowly relax at his soothing actions, before Cracky speaks up.
>"Y'know, you don't look so hot. Y'can stay with us if you want."
>Tears come to your eyes as you process their offer of kindness, but just as you're about to agree, the sound of footsteps returns to the alley.
>Fearfully, you drop to the ground to make yourself smaller, inadvertently causing enough noise to get their attention.
>"She's over her."
>You lie down, whimpering as the dumpster shifts, revealing a white-coated monstrosity standing in front of you.
>"It's alright. Just come with me."
>When its appendage reaches over to clasp your leg, you shriek in horror, reeling back as you press yourself against the wall between your companions, as it turns to look back over its shoulder.
>"She's resisting... Oh, okay."
>It suddenly reaches forward and grabs your shoulder, pulling you from your hiding place as you frantically struggle to reach for your partners.
"Let me go! Cracky! Anon! Help!"
>"...There's nopo--"
>You cut it off when you buck into its midsection, managing to grab a few inches of ground before a sudden pain stabs into your shoulder as you begin to feel woozy.
>"Shh. We'll take care of you."
>The world suddenly spins as you find yourself on the ground, your hooves feebly trying to drag you away from these things as the world blurs and darkens.
>"It's alright."

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>"Oh, Glooooory!"
>Your blood runs cold as the familiar voice breaks through your slumber.
>I-it can't be.
>"I know you're there, Glory!"
>Your breathing speeds up as you begin to shake in your bed.
>He can't be here.
>You just have to ignore him.
>Footsteps, slow and purposeful, grow closer and louder as you try to calm yourself.
>He's not there.
>He can't be.
>Closing your eyes tightly, you force your body to relax, and slowly stop trembling.
>Releasing a shaky breath, you open your eyes.
>It ended years ago, but the nightmares still wake you up at night.
>But you know you need to move on, and get on with your --
>"Boo!"
>You shriek as something grabs you, and you instinctively kick back as it releases you.
>"Whoa there."
>You freeze as you hit the bed.
>This isn't a dream.
>"After all this time, that's how you greet me?"
>Heart pounding as the tremors start again, you slowly turn around, willing him away.
>"Rather rude, Morning."
>Chills run through your body as you see the tall silhouette standing beside your bed, his face barely illuminated by the moonlight streaming through your window.
>"I thought we were friends."
"A-Anon."
>"That's my name, don't wear it out."
>Your teeth chatter with the sudden cold as thoughts race through your mind.
"B-but y-you can't be h-here! You can't. You can't. You can't. You can't..."
>You softly repeat yourself, as if this mantra would somehow restore sense to the world.
>"Oh? And why not, Glory? Why can't I visit my good friend?"
>Your breath hitches as you see him smile, leaning over you.
"B-because you're dead!"
>He just stares at you with a smile.
"Y-you died in the c-cold n-next to me because w-we couldn't afford blankets!"
>Your words speed up as you hyperventilate.
"A-and you inspired m-me to move on and f-fight destiny, a-and now I have a j-job and a h-house a-and a therapist who says these nightmares should go away!"
>Your wavering voice grows more confident as you reassure yourself of all the things you've talked about in your sessions.
"And that's why you can't be here, and you're not real! You inspired me, and you're just a manifestation of my guilt over letting my friend die in circumstances that --"
>When his ice-cold finger presses itself to your muzzle, the words die in your throat.
>"That's all well and good, dear Morning, but, you see, this is no nightmare."
>The panic begins to rise again as a freezing hand grabs your back left hoof tightly.
>"And though I left and you've moved on, that doesn't mean I've moved on."
>The once-warm hand of your friend starts to drag you back as you frantically scramble to grab on to your warm bed, your nice curtains, anything.
>"It doesn't mean... we've... moved on."
>Dizzy as your heart races, you look around your rapidly retreating room in a panic, as the knots in the wooden walls seem to resolve into hundreds of pairs of eyes, staring at you.
>"It's time to get back to work, Morning."
>A sudden jerk sends you tumbling back as you flail for a moment, before landing on your face.
>No longer feeling the icy hand on your hoof, you jump up as your heart stops at what you see.
>Wet cardboard.
"No..."
>Rain leaking through a box.
"I-it can't..."
>A sign listing prices.
"T-this..."
>5 bits hoofjob
"I-I..."
>10 bits fulltime
>A whimper escapes your mouth.
>20 bits anything
"I-I w-was f-free!"
>Your weak legs drop you into the puddle slowly forming in your familiar home as you finally realize the truth.
"I-I'll n-never be f-free..."
>Your tears stream silently into the rain as thunder gently rumbles overhead.