Alien and the Harlot Complete Reupload

>You are Anon
>Business extraordinaire
>Owner and founder of "Niggerfaggot-INC"
>You get a big shit-eating grin everytime someone mentions the company
>A nice hearty chuckle erupts from you when a pony asks one of your zebra workers if he was"-one of them 'Niggerfaggot' guys"
>Your knowledge of mass production and economics has led you to become quite a success in the past few years
>Who said a business minor was a bad idea?
>You walk listlessly, exaggerating every step you make kicking your feet up with every small stride
>Where are you going?
>Who knows?
"Oi we're going to fuck a whore!"
>-Hey shut the fuck up I'm narrating this story-
"Your writing a story for a thread, I'm pretty sure the Anons know whats going to happen"
>-First off *You're*-
>-Second MUH CONTEXT-
"YOU'RE, ruining the story with unnecessary fourth wall breaking, or are you going schitzo?"
>-Shut the fuck up this is my story-
"But what's the point of writing context for a story where the context is given?"
>-Stop being a faggot, if you don't behave I'm writing vore next-
"..."
>-That's what I thought-
>-Ahem-
>You wander walking aimlessly
>It's drizzling out, your chucks soaked from rain now being ruined by a layer of mud
>Fuck it you'll have Rarity build you a house out of chucks
>Approaching the outskirts of Ponyville right before reaching the city limits sign all cities with absurd ordinances seem to have you spot a cardboard box with the Niggerfaggot logo stamped on the side
>A chicken wing on a pile of sticks
>That was an awkward meeting with the design team...
>"Sir what does a chicken wing and sticks have to do with-"
"Unrelated flashbacks for the sake of a jokes? what is this Family Guy?"
>-I told you to be quiet-
"You have work tomorrow! we don't even have time for this"
>-fine-
>One foot in front of the other you reach the discarded box
>Looks like one of boxes your company packs glue in
>If they only knew
>Suddenly there's a stirring in the box
>A lean pony with a bedraggled mane steps out propping up a sign
>Looks like the glue is being undercooked again
>Really need to talk to that manager
>A warm orange coloured mare looks up to you with big blue eyes before speaking with a timid defeated voice
>"H-hello mister"
>She examines your tall form, your otherworldly anatomy making her uneasy before eventually continuing the conversation
>"Are you here for... my services?"
"What?"
>"please?~ I'm hungry"
"What are you talking about?"
>She blushes pointing a hoof to the sign she propped up
>5 bits hoofjob
>10 bits fulltime
>20 bits anything
>You look back to her, her face a deeper shade of crimson, too embarrassed to speak as you read the menu she sells herself by
>You stand pondering
>A battle taking place between your inner whiteknight and your groin are taking place
>A malnourished downtrodden pony is offering herself to you
>You haven't gotten any since that one estrus and afterword she was ashamed of what she'd done
>Ponies are put off by you despite your wealth
>Must be the omnivore thing
>Her hooves spasm shivering from being wet, or perhaps fear, waiting politely for your response
>She cowers in front of you
>She obviously doesn't want either option to happen
>But at least she wont be hungry if you say yes
>The ache in your jeans begins to pull harder on you
>You don't want to take advantage of someone like this
>But is it really taking advantage of someone if they put themselves on the menu?
>Still it's not like she has much of a choice
>Maybe if you put it in a different terminology it wont sound as bad
>You're just sick and she is here to sell you medicine
>It doesn't sound near as bad but still does nothing to make you feel any better
>Fuck it you can hate yourself when your balls are empty
"I got 80 bits, is that enough for the night?"
>She prepares to speak up to protest surprised that you would actually take her up on the offer but her stomach interupts her reminding her it would be better to say yes
>Defeated yet again turning red with shame she responds
>"I don't think I can say no"
>Her dead icy eyes glance around as you pull her toward ponyville
>Now transformed from a rural town to a more or less modernized city in the time you've been here
>You walk harlot in tow to your house
>Surprising how much this place changed
>She sniffles a bit as you reach your not so humble abode and all its splendor
>The mare seems surprised by the house as you walk in, everything neat and tidy
>Not sure if she expected meat hanging from the ceiling by hooks or animal skulls adorning the walls
>As she looks around you see her eyes stop on a bowl of fruit you have lying on the island in your kitchen
>Letting out a weak whimper she eyes the apples longingly
>You might as well feed her
>So you proceed to ask a question you already know the answer to to advance the conversation
"You want some apples?"
>She stares at you for a second before answering trying to gauge if you were being serious or not
>You don't want her mind to be other places when she's "performing" for you
>Her mouth full of molars comes down on the apples with a loud crunch eating the apples whole
>You forgot they could do that
>She scarfs down the whole sack full before realizing she just ate the last one
>For a moment you see a spark of life in her eyes before she realizes you're watching her and remembers she's here for a reason
>Before you can think of anything to say the mare speaks up looking to you
>"Th-thank you"
>Hooves tap against the tile in your kitchen as she takes her time trotting over to you
>A mess of matted brown hair hides her crystal eyes as she prepares herself for what comes next
>"I-I'm ready"
>Assuming the position as her tail creaks to the side giving you a good view of her mare-bits and her poop shoot
>She bites down on her lip, body tense and eyes closed tight at what's about to happen
>You slide your hands across her fuzz petting her from side to side
>Patches of dirt blanket her mane and knotted tail in places and her hooves are scuffed
>She must of been going through hard times for a while now
>You've waited a long time for this and you have the whole night whats another 30 minutes?
"Get up, we're going upstairs"
>Confused she loosens up following closely behind you
>You both reach the master bathroom and you can see her following closely as if trying not to get lost
>Shutting the door behind her she follows your sight to the shower
>"In there then?"
>Hopping in her body tenses up again as she raises her hind quarters to you
>With a quick rotation of the wrist the water comes out full throttle cascading down her onall sides
>She closes her eyes tight as you take position behind her clinging onto her mane
>She keeps her eyes shut tight her body tense
>She didn't want to do this
>There wasn't much a choice now though
>What if this creature has a barbed penis like a dragon?
>Her body stays still, unmoving, ready as she can make herself waiting for her impalement
>But what happens next she wasn't ready for
>Hands work their magic as you rub her down with soap easing the dirt out
>Two large pair of eyes open staring at you
>"W-What are you doing?"
>Repositioning yourself to shampoo her mane you hold her ears down to keep the water out
"I'm cleaning you"
>She loosens up little by little enjoying water beating down on her that isn't cold and freezing
>Letting go of her anxiety she rolls over letting you get her belly
>She lets out a light coo as you rub her belly her face becoming flush
>"S-Shut up it's sensitive"
"I didn't say anything"
>Washing the soap and shampoo out you take great care to keep it out of her eyes as the suds wash off down into the drain
>Turning off the shower you pull her out and dry off, her now lilac smelling mane free of dirt
>You take great care in pulling out any tangles while you dry her
>She looks around the bathroom looking around untill she sees herself in the mirror
>It must of been a long time since she's seen herself without dirt all over her
>Her eyes light up again
>She looks beautiful now that she's been properly cleaned up
>"I u-um, thank you for being so nice to me"
>It's that time
>You pull her into the bedroom
"It's time, come on"
>"Oh.. right" is all you can hear as you pull her onto the bed
>She lies down on her stomach rear end elevated to your waist
>She braces for impact for a third time now, this time on your bed, clean, and not starving
>You didn't just do that to help your concience did you?
>You are about to fuck someone who doesn't even like you and is probably afrid of you
>Looking the mare over you see her eyes shut ready for you rough her up
>Her body tenses, her hooves shake
>You're paying her to do this if she didn't want to she wouldn't be here right?
>What the fuck is wrong with you?
>She has no choice, or does she?
>Here again you battle with your inner moralfaggotry
>You need some release
>But you don't want to fuck someone who has little choice in the matter
>Fully erect Sargeant pepper stands at attention ready to charge into battle
>Running your fingers through her soft mane you try to reassure her everything's okay
>She wiggles her rear back and forth inviting you in as if she rehearsed the movement
>Bringing your hyper weapon to bear you proceed to penetrate her
>You look to her face one last time before, hey wait is she crying?
>Seeing her with her face buried in a pillow crying her eyes out she waits for you to begin
>I can't do this
>Can I?
>You look down
>Your insides hurt
>You hate being this guy
>Every part of you wants this but you can't bear to hurt someone just to make yourself feel better
>This is the only chance you've had at sex and probably will be the only chance you get for a while
>You suffer another loss at the hands of your inner white knight
>Why can't you do this?
>Is it because you were homeless when you came here?
>Is it because you want love and you know you wont find it like this?
>You don't know right now
>All you do know is that right now you want to give her a hug and tell her everythings gonna be alright
>Two anon arms wrap around her sides
>As she lifts up from the pillow still crying she chokes out her words
>"I-I'm okay, -SNIFF- just be gentle w-with me okay?"
>Her eyes look to you glimmering and wet, broken...
"No"
>She fights back more tears making her mane wet again
>"T-Then what do you want from me?"
>Turning to you she holds onto your chest with her hooves still sobbing, choking up words
>Sometimes it hurts to be the good guy
"I want you to get a good nights sleep in a dry warm bed, can you do that?"
>Your inner whiteknight nods with a thumbs up while your inner descartes makes angry gestures screaming at the top of his lungs
>She stops crying for a second to double check in her mind what you just said as if to think you might be joking
>"W-What?"
>Still embraced in a hug you wipe her tears away you squeezing her before letting go
"Everything's gonna be alright, just go to bed get some sleep"
>She double takes again skeptical that she heard you right
>"You would just give me bits, feed me, bathe me, and let me sleep in your bed for free?"
"I'm a business-man"
>You reassure her
"Nothing's free"
"Call it an investment"
>She falls fast asleep with a smile on her face turning in her sleep every so often, you put money on the nightstand with 40 bits extra before you leave her to get some well needed rest

>You wake up groggy
>You want to get up but you don't know what to expect when you go upstairs
>Maybe she's still up there
>Maybe she's waiting for you
>An awkward conversation is sure to follow after last night
>Channeling your inner beta you lie on the bed in your guestroom doing nothing
>You're being silly
>This is your house anyway
>You fling open the doors to the master bedroom
"Hey, hello?,"
>She's gone
>You check your watch
>Noon thirty
>Shes long gone
>Gone like white people in the NBA
>Gone like sitcoms
>She's gone
>She took the bits on the nightstand the covers she slept under neatly tucked back in
>You spent an hour together at the most just taking care of her
>You must be some sort of faggot for not hitting that
>Turning to leave you spot a carefully scralled letter on the inside of the door
>[I don't know what you are or where you came from but your the nicest-]
>There are several crossed out words here
>pony
>thing
>colt
>The word she went with was
[-stallion I've ever met I'm sorry about crying, I promise I wont next time]
>Next time?
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>She tries to keep herself from throwing up
>Another deed done he threw the bits at her hooves before leaving
>He only paid 5 bits after she blew him but she's too busy trying not to throw up after being violently throatfucked to notice
>The colt that picked her up earlier ruined her mane
>When she woke up today it smelled of lilacs
>She had a smile on her face, looking in the mirror one last time before she left
>Now back to her corrugated house she smells of cum and she can already see dirt building up on her hooves
>Stomach rumbling again it pained her to think it'd be a while before she could eat again
>At least she had one good day this week
>The bits the stranger gave her were generous but had to go to pay off debts around town
>There would be no more rest for her for a while
>Wiping away tears she prepares herself
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>You wonder what she's doing right now
>Your unsure why but you can't stop thinking of her
>Maybe she's taking the day off
>Maybe she resting up in her cute little box
>Maybe it's a bad thing you can't stop thinking about a prostitute
>You really should just stop while you're behind
>You went to work today at the company you built
>You still have 3 hours till punchout time but fuck it you own this place
>Leaving work out the front door you walk three blocks in the wrong direction
>Contemplating whether or not you should turn around or just buy a house on this side of town you stop by the market to buy another bag of apples
>Interesting conversation you have with the apple pony
"Those apples?"
>Eyup"
"I wanna buy some"
>"Eyup"
"40 coins for the bag?"
>"Nope"
"50 then?"
>He looks deep in thought before responding
>"Eyup"
[Apples aquired]
>Deciding the most efficient way back home is going to the outskirts of town and definitely not looking for someone you set off
>Hoofsteps come closer to her
>Another customer to attend to
>You look where you saw her yesterday nothing to be found
>No box either so she must of came back for it
>Long winding trail behind you you don't know what to do
>To think you took off work early for this
>You're an idiot
>It was stupid to think she would just be here if it was convenient for you to advance the story
>You have to find her!
>Quest received
>[Find ?]
>You stand awkwardly waiting for something to tell you where to go
>No glowing trail
>No hoofprints
>No sign
>No GPS
>You'd go home and google the quest but no internet
>You look everywhere but find nothing
>Stopping at Sugarcube corner you grab something to eat
>You're kind of getting tired of looking for her
>Like looking for that one stealth unit the enemy hides in the corner of the map in annililation games
>It's time to give up
>"Hiya Anon"
"Pinkie?"
>The pink mare bounces up to you with your order
>"Who else would I be silly?"
"You're not even supposed to be in this story"
>"Since when does anything make any sense here"
>She has a point
"Oh nevermind, have you seen a mare with hair like this and eyes like these?"
>You gesture to brown frosting and blue rock candy respectively
>Ponko gets a shit eating grin
>"I didn't know you were into that kind of thing anon"
"That's not an answer"
>"hahahaha she's staying under the bridge anon"
>Under the bridge?
>You passed over it twice now looking for her
>[Quest update]
>You run through town at ludicrous speed letting your inner Soni- I mean Flash flow through you
>You hit warp speed on the final stretch barreling forward you cross the transwarp barrier and for a second you feel like you are everywhere at once
>shifting back into normal space you come to a Stop after much effort your shoes leaving a skidmark in the road comedically bursting into flames
>Heh
>One day you'll research these cartoon physics
>You come around one last corner before you come to an empty spot of land
>Oh fuck she meant the other bridge
>Ludicrous speed, Flash, Transwarp, Flaming skidmarks, and you're there
>Out of breath you glance around the corner and see a familiar "Niggerfaggot" glue box
>She must be here somewhere
>Looking in her box there she is curled up and dirty
>Her mane full of spunk, you can't actually see it but you nose tells you to trust him
>She's tired and doesn't notice you right away
>She looks up gasping at your presence
>Neither of you knows what to say
>You were right this was gonna be awkward
>You open your mouth but nothing comes out
>You're not entirely sure if it's because you don't know what to say or can't say what you want to
>"I um, what are you doing here?
>What are you doing here?
>You didn't really think this through
>All you thought of all day was her and here you are and now what?
>Are you gonna tell her you love her or something?
>You don't even know her name
>This was a bad idea
>While you're busy monologing she continues speaking
>"I um, thank you for last night"
>She stares to you remembering last night, remembering what it felt like to sleep in a bed
>Remembering what food tastes like that isn't rotten
>Remembering looking at herself in the mirror
>She wants to cry but she made a promise
"It's nothing-"
>You remember the bag of apples slung across your shoulder
"-hey you want some?"
>-Crunch-
>-Crunch-
>She eats the apples whole, tail swooshing as she eats
>Finishing another she speaks
>"Why are you being so nice?"
>I have a whiteknight inside me that is bent on helping people at the cost of ruining my own life
>Still her question gives you a good chance to counter
"Why did you assume I wouldn't be nice?"
>Taken aback by your question she doesn't quite know how to answer
>"It's just, I've never seen one of, I don't even know what you are"
>Her eyes look to you, unsure whether the answer she just gave you was adequate
"Human, I'm a human"
>-Crunch-
"What's your name anyway?"
>Swallowing the last apple she looks down kicking her hoof into the dirt
>"Does it matter?"
"To me.."
>"It's Morning Glory..."
>Such a cute name
"So why are you doing... this?"
>You watch as she mentally recoils from PTCS
>Post Traumatic Cock Syndrome
>"I-I don't want to talk about it"
>That's okay
"That's okay"
>You sit next to her talking unsure where this two way interrogation will end up
>"You never did answer my question"
"Why I'm being so nice?"
>Silently she nods ushering you to continue
"I used to be homeless too"
>She sparks up surprised at your statement
"I've got some pretty sweet scars but I'm fine now"
>Mildly gesturing you show yourself off to the mare
>You do well for yourself
"You could be like me too you know"
>"No I can't"
>Your not surprised by her pessimism but it hurts to hear none the less
>She's been in pain for a while now and she blames the world for everything
>You weren't any different
"You don't understand do you?"
>You really don't
>"I don't have my cutie mark"
>"I don't have a special talent"
>"Every stallion I take I beg that a cock doesn't show up on my flank"
>"I hate this! I sell my soul piece by piece and I still don't have enough bits to eat every day!"
>As she speaks to you her voice gets louder and louder
>"I hate myself!"
>"I-"
>Her rant is cut off by a hug
>No one hugged her
>You could tell by how she reacts her hooves wrapping around your torso
>Your shirt gets wet from tears
"It's gonna be okay Glory?"
"Why don't you stay the night at my house again?"
>She squeezes your torso tightly to answer your question
>You help her clean again this time taking extra time to file her hooves
>You spend the night consoling Glory making sure to not make her uncomfortable
>You both sleep in the same bed back to back
>And your back never felt warmer

>Back to adventure
>You Wake up happy
>Not your usual groggy self
>You are Anon
>Alien Businessman
>Memories of the last two days all come to you at once
>The homeless tart you took in
>You feel sunbeams warm your face through the open window
>It still early
>Okay
>Either there's a brunette earthpony on the other side of the bed or she's gone back to her "house"
>You roll over slowly hoping to see her to find only the empty spot she occupied covers neatly tucked in
>Meh
>Your heart just sank a little
>She's probably out already getting customers
>You walk downstairs with your head hung low
>You don't know why you assumed she might still be here
>Must of gotten up early to avoid talking to you
>An audible sigh is heard from Saddle Arabia
>You walk down stairs instead of riding the railing down
>As you reach the bottom something starts to speak to you
>"Oi mate something aint right"
"Nose? what is it boy? little timmy fell down a well?"
>"It's coming from the kitchen"
>You levitate off the ground a visible odor carrying you to the kitchen
>Once again you make a note to study the cartoon physics of this land
>It drops you in your kitchen a familiar mare in front of the stove
>Wonderful aromas fill the air
>You have a fully stocked kitchen with every ingredient known to man and several known only to ponies
>And you never even cook
>The interior decorator insisted on placing an assortment of spices in the kitchen
>"G-Good m-morning"
>She brushes the mane out of her eyes with a nervous smile on her face
"Good morning Glory"
>Glorys' smile intensifies at the sound of her name
>It must be relaxing for her to hear her own name for once instead of whore
>She presents a plate to you standing on her hind hooves to reach up to your elevated stature
>Eggs, mushrooms, toast with cinnamon, pancakes, waffles and hashbrowns all precariously stacked taller than she is
>"I m-made you breakfast"
"You made a lot"
>"It's my t-turn to feed you"
>Gathering the necessary utensils to Crunch chomp gobble munch snarf and Savor respectively Glory watches you as you take your first bite
>Not hesitating to dig in you start with the crunching of the waffles
>It's good
>Really good
>Not an orgasm in your tastebuds but it has a special meaning to you considering who made it
>"Is it okay?"
"It's wonderful"
>She gives you a big smile before sighing and turning to walk away
"Where you going"
>She turns back around hoping not to have to remind the alien what she does for a living
"I can't possibly eat all this by myself"
>She ascends one of your, too tall for a pony, chairs sitting next to you
>You now question why you had a set of 8 identical chairs made around a table to seat the only human in Equestria
>In hindsight that was pretty stupid
>Like a Pegasus getting mad at two ponies blocking a bridge
>Glory starts off ,by taking some of everything
>She eats quietly and well mannered enjoying the food she made
>Now what?
>Normally this is where a conversation would take place
>She's probably gonna go fuck stallions after this
>Somewhere out there are the words that give this story a happy ending
>But what can you say
>Stay with me forever?
>I love you?
>Take a job doing shit work at my company full of zebras that will catcall you all day?
>You sit thinking as the pile of food gets smaller
>If you don't say something she'll walk out anyway
>Just say anything
"So what did you want to be when you grow up?"
>She stops chewing for a second to think about your question before swallowing and answering your question
>"I don't know"
>"I thought one day I'd know what I want but that day never came."
>She looks down at her food resigned to staring at it instead of eating it
>"When I was a little filly I tried everything to get my cutie mark, every day I tried new things and went places"
>"As I got older the other ponies made fun of me calling me blankflank or even ignoring me outright"
>"I just don't know what I want"
>You don't know what to say or where to go from here
>All that's left are the pancakes
>You don't even like pancakes
>She doesn't seem to like them either
>She's staring at them without moving a muscle
>now what?
>Wait
>You have the perfect idea
>Maybe you could try to help her get her cutie mark
>No, you don't even have an idea as to how those work
>"Well um, I have to get back to work"
>Her ears droop down as she relives the memories of what her "work" entails
"You could stay here for a while"
>Taking a long pause she thinks hard about what to say
>Her hooves scratch at the tile floor weakly
>"I can't stay here"
"I DO have an empty room"
>"That's not what I mean"
>"I'm not, I just, d-don't make this hard on me"
>"You're a really nice... human but you can't help me"
>You want to say something to convince her you can help her but little comes to mind
>In your time here you haven't helped much of anyone
"Why do you think you're beyond help?"
>"Because-"
>She takes a long pause trying not to stutter or choke up her words
>"-I'm a... I'm a whore"
>She turns to leave
"Wait don't go!"
>She doesn't change her pace she's really leaving you
"I have something for you"
>Glory stops herself right outside your front door ready to leave
>You step into the adjacent laundry room and pull out a large blanket
>You've never used it and you haven't seen a blanket in her box
"It's gonna be cold tonight, take this with you"
>She took it with her
>Giving you one last sad look at you before leaving
>You can see she already regrets leaving but she's much too stubborn to come back
>Maybe you can't help her
>You make yourself some coffee and try to think what you could of done different
>If you just fucked her this story would be over
>You'd be back to your first world problems
>Your coffee sits getting cold
>A single sip has yet to be taken
>You look around the kitchen the smells of a wonderful breakfast lingering in the air
>A stack of pancakes sits on the table getting cold
>Sitting down you grab a fork and look intensely at the pancakes
>You take a bite a the pleb tier food, soggy from absorbing too much syrup
>It tastes bad in your mouth
>You hate pancakes
>But you eat every bite
Because she made them for you
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>She lies lonely in the night her legs bent at an uncomfortable angle in her small box
>Under the bridge she has a roof overhead but it does nothing to keep the cold away
>Her rear hooves are sore
>Her clientele is never gentle with her
>They fuck her dry and sometimes hit her or pull on her mane
>She wanted to stay
>She wanted to be in a warm bed right now more than anything
>Why did she walk away?
>Was it because she was afraid?
>Stubborn?
>She wants to quit but there's no future for a blankflank
>She checks her flank one last time before going to sleep
>Nothing
>Adjusting herself to be more comfortable she wraps the humans blanket around her body
>If anything at least she wouldn't freeze tonight

>You're having that dream again
>That or you went back into the past in which case you got shit you need to fix
>Guess You're gonna go with the former
>But how things have been going you don't entirely dismiss the latter
>You're looking back at your first couple years here
>The time you spent being homeless
>Believe it or not there's no homeless shelters here
>Not that any would take you in
>You had to steal food
>Remembering that time you got caught in the apple orchard and were summarily ran out of town
>Ponies are serious about their apples
>You found a nice cave deep in the forest that was pretty roomy
>If only there wasn't a large as fuck bear in it
>Ran out of nearly every town you entered and regarded as a beast by most things were looking grim
>You didn't have any luck until you met the flim flam brothers
>They were selling monster repellant
>Halfway through their spiel you'd jump out and run at them waving your arms
>At which point they spray a circle around the crowd
>You'd take one whiff and run away, metaphorical tail between your legs, into the everfree
>Ponies are stupid
>They sold hundreds of gallons on their "tour" making so many bits they had to buy a second wagon
>It's really just saltwater and royal blue dye
>We ran out of dye and ended up selling monster B gone v2 high concentration at double the original price
>Snake oil salesmen at their finest
>You've learned a lot about laws and lack thereof traveling with them
>It wasn't long before you had your first get rich quick idea
>You decided to introduce Equestria to pyramid schemes
>Pretty quickly you out shim shammed the Flim Flam leaving them to their ponzy schemes
>They were arrested the next year following a royal investigation into filly fooling
>You had no idea, but you suppose it comes with the mustache
>When you went into business the following year you crashed the market and bought a factory relatively cheap
>The niggerfaggot was born
>The first year you took a loss selling product so cheap you ran out the competition
>The next year you doubled prices
>Classic one two punch
>Almost everyone still hates you
>And you might deserve it
>But no one has the balls to run you out of town anymore
>You wake up feeling groggy again
>Your back is cold and you don't have to question if there's a pony on the other side of your bed
>She left
>She wont accept your help
>To her credit you are kind of an asshole
>It comes with being rich
>You've tried being nice when you came here but being nice wasn't always an option back then
>When you came here you thought it would be all sunshine and rainbows, not monsters and xenophobes
>Even though you've got the biggest house and most money there are those that refuse service or shun you completely
>Getting up you head for the door lacing up some boots on the way out looking in the mirror at your unkempt bedhead
>There's nothing for you in here right now
>Tfw no breakfast cooking in your kitchen
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>She is a whore
>She doesn't want to be but she feels like one right now
>Hindquarters raised and face in the dirt she tries to find her happy place over the stallions grunts
>Warm bed
-HMMMMF-
>Fresh apples
-UHHHHHH-
>A house
-ERRRRRRR-
>Flowers
-GAAAAAAAH-
>The human
-OOOOOOOOOOOH-
>The stallion on top of her finishes a hoof pushing her head down into the rough carpet
>At least it was over for her for now
>She collects the bits and is ushered out the door passing a bowl of apples
>~He would of offered her one
>Almost being literally thrown out into the streets the door slams behind her
>It's always been taught to the fillies that ponies are all benevolent and kind creatures
>And that everything from the forests will try to eat them or enslave them
>She feels lied to
>The human came from the forest and he doesn't seem as bad as ponies say
>When she met him she thought that was it
>It'd eat her and it'd be over
>She was surprised when it said it wanted her
>So she prepared herself for it
>And she ended up sleeping with a full stomach in its bed
>She doesn't know what to think right now
>But she knows she has more customers to attend to
>She counts her bits again and again
>She's short
>Counting over and over she tries to find out where she went wrong
>Altogether she has 23 bits for a full day and morning of work
>She's short a whole 50 bits
>A wave of depression washes over her
>Thinking of all the things she went through for no reason
>Her hooves are tired by the time she got back to her box under the bridge
>Stomach rumbling she sighs
>She's not eating today
>Maybe the human would come see her again
>You'd apologize and maybe he'd come with more apples for her
>Maybe his offer would still be open
>Hours pass
>More hours pass
>No customers come for her
>No humans either
>She thinks her small lucky streak ran out
>Dozing off she dreams of her own house
>With plenty of apples and a warm bed and lots and lots of pillows
>She dreams of her parents still being around
>She dreams of her very own cutie mark
>And she dreams of ponies calling her by her name
>At least she can still dream no one could take that away from her
>Frolicking around in her house with all she could hope for everything starts fading away
>"No come back, you can't leave"
>Her words go unheard as everything disappears and she snaps back to consciousness being shaken awake
>She was excited for a second thinking the human finally came
>It was another customer
>A new customer
>It was dark out now and most ponies would be sleeping now
>Like her
>But she can't say no if she wants to eat again
>Misery poneified she tries to be polite as possible to the stallion without making eye contact
>With a fake smile she greets him
>"H-Hello did-"
>"Shut up lets go"
>For a brief second he flashes a 20 bit coin
>He was one of those kind of customers
>Following him she keeps pace with him
>She shudders to think what this one is going to do to her
>Her mind goes to the wrong address of memory lane and she heaves nothing coming out
>If she had eaten it'd be all over the ground right now
>Pressing on her body becomes tense
>The Stallion she's following leads her to an inn
>It was a place she'd been to every so often when somepony was too fancy to have a go at her under the bridge but too sleazy to take her home
>He probably has a mare at home she wagers
>Shutting the door behind her trying to hide what she's about to do to the world she prepares herself
>"Come here"
>It's the two words she's heard too many times
>She obliges begrudgingly
>Making her way over he grabs the back of her head as if she wasn't moving fast enough
>Pulling her head down while he sat on the soft bed she knew what would come next
>It tasted bad
>He must of just gotten off work
>She'd give anything for her tastebuds to stop working right now
>Unable to move with the stallions hoof on her head he uses her mouth as his playtoy assertively forcing her head to bob up and down on his length
>Just find your happy place she thinks to herself over and over
>She can't find it
>If this were a story somepony would of saved her by now
>Someone would of kicked down the door and whisked you away
>She feels tears forming
>Just find your happy place
>His movements speed up his unit twitching
>At least it will be over soon
>Bracing herself for the finish she huts her eyes before he yells at her to keep them open
>"Keep your eyes open slut"
>Opening her eyes she can't keep herself from crying
>He doesn't stop
>Or care
>Any second now he'd be done and she can go
>But at the last second he pulls her off
>It would never be that simple would it?
>"Face down, ass up"
>Wiping a tear from her eye she complies
>At least she could keep her eyes shut now
>She lets out a groan as he jumps on to her putting all his weight onto her rear hooves
>It hurts her but she doesn't protest
>Whatever gets this over sooner
>Entering her he make no attempt to be gentle
>She feels a wave of pain in her back every time he thrusts into her
>"You like that you dirty whore?"
>She feels her face turning crimson
>She's embarrassed for herself
>She hates herself
>"Tell me you like it"
>Nothing comes out of her mouth she tries to be defiant only for him to bite down on her ear
>Letting out a loud yelp she surrenders
>"I-I l-like it"
>He seems pleased by her answer and goes right back to rutting her
>"How does it feel to get fucked for 20 bits?"
>Feeling dead inside she can't answer him
>She can't say anything
>It's over
>She lost
>She tries to find her happy place but she cannot find it
>Her holes are going to be used day and night like this forever
>"You know this room cost more than you?"
>Why does he continue to insult you?
>For his own pleasure?
>Other ponies aren't kind at all
>You can't win
>"Say you're a whore"
>He slaps her ass hard a loud crack is heard
>"I-Im..."
>She wants to fight but she doesn't know that she can
>"Say it"
>"MY NAME IS GLORY"[/spoiler]
>With a quick twist of the torso she cracks him in the jaw with a rear hoof
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>Her face hurt
>Her eyes in particular hurt the most
>After she kicked him he hurt her
>He deserved it
>She eventually made it back to the bridge limping
>Seeing the sign she made blind anger takes over her
>she rips it in half then rips it in half again
>And again
>And again
>And again
>Till all that's left are pieces of cardboard to small to tear
>Then she Jumps up and down on it pounding it into the grass until she can't feel her hooves anymore
>She's crying full force
>And it hurts her swollen eyes
>I'm not doing this anymore I don't care if I starve she keeps thinking
>She rips her box too
>It did nothing to help her from the cold anyway
>Thinking of the nights spent shivering in the box she rips it as if she was ripping the cold itself
>She doesn't know where to go but she knows she isn't going to stay here
>She's about to leave when she sees the blanket
>Quickly trotting over as fast as her bruised hooves will take her she wraps it around her
>The human
>If she begged him maybe he'd let her stay
>He might be from out in the forest but he doesn't seem like the monster everypony thinks he is
>She set off into town without looking back
>In her mind she walks away without looking back at the humungous explosion she wishes would happen at the bridge she used to call home
>Nopony was out in the streets
>She was glad
>Embarrassed by her current condition she tries to make it to the humans house
>Every part of her hurt
>Joints she didn't know she had
>She breaks down up his porch
>She waits after ringing the doorbell
>What would she say?
>Would she beg him to take her in?
>Waiting for the door to open she sits down
>No footsteps are heard beyond the door
>No sound is heard whatsoever
>She rings the doorbell again
>But she is only greeted by the same familiar silence
>Tears begin welling up in her eyes
>No he had to open the door
>She had nowhere else to go
>Ringing the doorbell like she was channel surfing she doesn't let up until her hooves begin to hurt
>Switching to knocking on the door she hits the door repeatedly until she can't hit it any more
>What's the point?
>There really is nothing for me anywhere
>Sighing softly she slumps down in the corner of the porch
>She whimpers as she drifts off to sleep thinking
>She has nowhere else to go
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>You are anon
>A stupid anon
>You've been talking to pinkie all day
>You thought she might know what happened that Glory was out on the streets
>She told you what she knew which wasn't much
>No exeedingly edgy backstory all she knew was that she came from Canterlot
>Did you really think you could just save someone by asking them to stay with you?
>You like her, you haven't gotten her out of your head
>It started with trying to get your dick wet
>And now here you
>You went on a long walk
>Skipping stones
>Contemplating
>Other thinking stuff
>It's dark out now
>You passed under the bridge before you went out
>She wasn't there but her box was
>Must of been out with clients
>Falling in love is stupid
>Painful even
>Walking through the streets you pass by all the stores and houses
>You want to go out looking for her but you fear for your mental health if you do
>If this were a movie you'd swoop in and save her then live happily ever after
>Fuck movies
>Passing through town you decide to go to just go home
>You thought of what else you could say
>Nothing came to mind
>Reaching your house you notice a lump on your porch
>It couldn't be..
>It's Glory!
>Running over to her you notice something wrong pretty fast
>She has blood on her nose
>Her eyes are swollen and her ear is bloody too
"Glory?"
>You shake her a little and she stirs awake
>"Mr human?"
"Yes Glory it's me"
>"Am I dreaming?"
"No this is real"
"And you're gonna be alright I promise"
>And so she tells you everything that happened while you treat her wounds
>You pay attention to her every detail trying to not to cry like a little bitch
When she asks if she could stay the night again you tell her she can stay for as long as she wants
>Crying into your chest she holds you tight as she falls asleep
>You fall asleep soon after playing with her mane
"Goodnight Glory"

>This time you wake up first
>The sun blinds you, burning two figurative holes in your eyes letting you know what time it is
>It's sunrise and she's still here
>Warm breath tickles your chest hairs with each exhalation
>You don't want to get up ever again
>She's lying next to you snuggling into your chest
>One hoof under your neck and the other over your side
>You could spend a couple hours like this
>Well technically you just did but you could totally do it again conscious
>Both her eyes are black and her snoot has one of those cute little band-aids on it
>You tried your best to fix her up
>Luckily nothing was broken
>Except for her pride
>But maybe with time you'll fix that too
>You lie there for a while wondering what you can do for her
>Listen to her
>Hold her
>Call her by her name
>Feed her
>Whatever happens you'll do your damned best
>You never realized it before now but pony hearts beat pretty quickly
>It hammers your chest making you feel a wave from every little beat as you both hold each other
>Eventually she stirs awake, blinking until she remembers everything that happened over the past few days
>You realize you're gonna have to get up now
>Oh well
>It was fun while it lasted
>Moving to get out of bed you're pulled back in as she whimpers
>"Don't go, I don't want to get up yet~"
>Everything's turning out better than expected
>She wants to make breakfast again but this time you insist on cooking
>How hard could it be right?
>That's what you think but as you put water in a pan to boil it catches on fire
>You're not sure if that's a part of the cartoon physics or if you're just that bad at cooking
>Then you remember you haven't actually used anything in the kitchen before besides the microwave and the coffee pot
>You highly doubt she wants microwave burritos
>So you end up taking her out to breakfast
>She doesn't even seem to notice that her eyes are bruised
>In fact she's smiling
>So you both eat
>And it was good
>Not the food, that sucked, you can't digest flowers properly
>Just being out with someone, even if that someone is a pony
>And even if that pony was a homeless prostitute
>Ex homeless prostitute you quickly correct yourself
>She thanks him for breakfast
>Then she thanks him for everything
>The food
>The house
>The blanket
>You don't know what to say
>You're welcome doesn't really cut it
"Hey don't worry about it"
>She ponders for a second before replying, her bright blue eyes full of hope and life
>"No really if it wasn't for you I'd still be under the bridge
>She thinks back to all the cold nights and all the assholes
>She thinks back to starving and being covered in filth
>It's all really gone
>Gone like Blockbuster
>Just a memory now
>It can't hurt her anymore
>Her mane is nice and soft now, you can still see the outline of her ribs but you intend on fixing that
>She isn't stuttering as much either
>Soon no one will be able to tell she was out on the streets
>"I wanted to give you something to thank you for everything"
>As you sit watching her both your eyes lock
>She watches intently her face inching closer to yours
>Give you something..?
>Slowly a switch flicks in your mind
>Gets it / doesn't get it
>Gets it | doesn't get it
>Gets it \ doesn't get it
>Oh...?
>Oh...!
>You move in close
>Is it weird to keep your eyes open?
>What are the proper logistics of an inter-species kiss
>Did you brush your teeth before you left?
>Is she gonna whinny when she does it?
>Before you can do anything you feel her tongue slide up your face
>It feels gritty and warm moving Against your cheek
>Is this how ponies kiss? or something else entirely?
>If it is you like it
>You really like it
>It's cute
>She starts again from the bottom
>It feels kinda funny moving against your stubble
>Reaching the top she withdraws her tongue before rubbing her face against yours
>With a content sigh she holds your head with her hooves playing with your hair
>You both stay like this for a second
>"I've never kissed a human before"
>You resist the urge to daw just barely
>How just barely?
>Somewhere between a planck length and a micron
>Today is a good day
>Maybe later you'll show her how "humans" kiss
>It's getting late now
>After breakfast you take her around town
>She avoids eye contact with several stallions
>Presumably ex customers
>You rubbed the back of her neck as you walked along
>They probably wouldn't recognize her anyway
>You watched clouds together
>Bought apples
>Went to the spa
>Got kicked out of the spa
>They have a strict no non ponies policy
>You went and watched a hoof ball game with her after threatening to put a chemical plant next to the spa
>And you'd do it too but you already put one next to Applejack's farm for running you out of town before
>You didn't understand much, it seemed like a mix of quiddich kickball and hockey
>Honestly that probably makes less sense, but if you saw it you'd understand
>As the sun went down you watched it from your roof
>You forgot that the sun is lowered everyday
>One minute it's sunset and the next it's pitch black
>Weird shit
>All in all it was a good day
>like a dream
>Oh god, you don't think?
>You pinch yourself
>And you've never been more excited to feel pain
>Everything is going perfect
>In the next few days she regains her confidence
>With a little help from a human
>But something feels off
>You can't help but feel something's wrong
>Like you're caught in a calm before the storm
>Like you forgot something seemingly insignificant that's gonna come up soon
>Then you realize what's been bothering you
"Glory what happened back in Canterlot?"
>She spit takes without drinking anything drenching you in god knows what
>You've ordered the "a primer on cartoon physics" but it hasn't came yet
>6-8 weeks shipping my ass
>What, are they still writing the damn thing?
>"I, well um, I guess it's best you know"
>She lets out a gulp her face becoming sad for the first time since you've saved her
>"It has to do with the changeling invasion a couple years ago"
>The changeling invasion
>They say about 50 - 60 ponies are still uncounted for
>Ponies are still pretty mad about it
>"My parents were accused of sending information to the enemy"
>She takes a long breath before continuing
>"They went missing after they were accused which is an admission of guilt, nopony's seen them since"
>You're not surprised
>The bug scare they called it
>At that time you were still drinking rum and coke on earth
>"After they disappeared they went after me"
>"And I disappeared too"
>She begins crying You can tell it's getting hard for her to speak
>You hold her as she continues
>"If they found me they'd charge me with treason"
>"A-and if they f-found me here y-youd be next.."
>You felt overwhelmed
>No doubt crossed your mind that she was innocent
>But that didn't stop her from being guilty in the eyes of the law
>She leans into you, sobbing and shaking
>For once you know what to do
>And you do it pretty well
"I wont let anyone take you away"
"Ever"
>She looks up at you expectantly
>Listening to everything you say as it calms her down
"I wont let that happen"
"Because-"
"-Because I love you"
>The rest of the night went well
>You crack open a bottle of wine and drink it together
>So you're an alien living with an alleged spy, ex prostitute
>But hey you're probably the only one that can say that
>You don't care what she used to be
>She'll always just be Glory to you
>Your Glory
>She doesn't seem all that cheery now with everything on the table
>You'll let her sleep it off, take her out someplace special tomorrow
>You both go to sleep lying against each other
>Ponies make the best little spoon
>You didn't dream that night
>Being awake is a dream in itself
>But it's better than a dream
>It's real
>Waking up you roll over hearing a crunch
>Opening your eye holes you see you just crumpled a neatly written note
>With a worried demeanor you begin reading
[Anon, you've showed me so much in the past week. You've showed me that not all monsters are bad and not all ponies are good. It's been a long week for me and I wanted to thank you for everything you've done for me. You're the nicest customer I've ever had and you are a credit to your species. When you first met me I was afraid for my life. I saw the sharp teeth in your mouth and thought you might eat me. Actually to be honest I was hoping you might. Everyday was painful for me until you came along. When I retreated to my happy place you are what I saw. When I dreamed you were there for me. I'm sorry for doing this but please don't try to stop me. I don't want you to get hurt so I'm turning myself in. I don't want you to have to live in fear of being found out and ran out of Equestria or imprisoned for harboring a traitor. I'm so sorry for everything, I didn't want to hurt you like this. If it's any consolation-]
[-I love you too]
>You look down at the paper
>It's getting hard to breath
>Seeing the tear stains and thought she put into each word
>She's gone again
>You let out the largest no you've ever no'd
>A no that would rival a thousand Darth Vaders
>You don't even bother to put on shoes as you run out the door
>It's raining again
>When you got there It was too late
>She was in custody an hour before you even read the letter
>When you finally reach her cell you realize you have no plan here
>It's not like you can spring her or anything
>You see her and she she breaks down weeping
>They don't let you talk to her for long
>You promise her the best lawyer bits can buy
>With a forced smile on her face she speaks up
>"I knew you wouldn't stay away, but please it's for the best"
>You'll be damned if you just let her be convicted like this
"I-I'll get a whole army o-of lawyers"
>"Anon"
"In matching suits"
"I wont let this happen I promise"
>Why'd she do it?
>So if they found her they'd arrest me too?
>They can't banish me
>And if they did fuck it
>You don't even like this place
"Why?"
>"You already know anon"
>You want to say more but you start crying
>No that's not right
>Anons don't cry
>You ejaculate sadness
>She puts a hoof up to the glass wishing she could reach through and hold you
>Before you know it the date comes and royal guards arrive to take her to the trial
>The court room is just as you imagined it'd be
>Taking in what little sights there are to take.you sit down
>You don't know how this'll turn out
>No lawyer would touch this case no matter how much you offered
>You don't blame them
>Taking this case would be like getting a back-rub from a leper
>So you stayed up every night studying equestrian law
>This case was serious
>Every case you've seen of this "bug scare" had two conclusions
>Either they walk free or are banished forever
>In most cases ponies walked free but Glory had the unfortunate luck to of run away
>This is what they'd normally call an open and shut case
>And they were right
>Maybe you should start building a case for insanity
>Glory is brought in sitting next to you and your non existent army
>"No lawyer would touch the case huh?"
>Shame is all you can feel as you sit with your head down
>"It's okay Anon I'm prepared for this.."
"Yeah.."
"So I'm defending you instead"
>Surprised she tries to convince you not to
>But she wasn't about to tell you no
>Not today
>Eventually she stops and just accepts that you wont let her go that easy
>The prosecutor walks in, briefcase floating at her side
>Wait
>Oh shit not her
>A familiar scale cutiemark adorns her flank as she takes a seat at the table across from you
>Why did it have to be her?
>"What is something wrong?"
>Yeah
"Uh Glory"
"A year ago during estrus..."
>"Her?"
"Yeah she hates me, she has it out for me"
>The prosecutor looks over to you before realizing you're the one defending the defendant
>She gets a smile ear to ear at the prospect of ripping you a new one after the embarrassment of being pounded by a "monkey" as she put it
>Before long the judge walks in and sits down
>No all rise or any other pretentious bullshit
>All that's heard is the banging of the gavel as the case begins
>"Morning Glory vs state"
>You always had a feeling it'd be you and her against the world
>Just not literally
>The case moved quickly
>The prosecution brings up the victims and the property damage
>The missing ponies
>Then the fact that Morning Glory disappeared when a warrant went out for her arrest
>You want to argue that there was no evidence Morning Glory knew there was a warrant out but then you remember she turned herself in
>You're pretty screwed here
>There's no surprise witnesses or last minute evidence you can use to save her
>Fuck the prosecutor
>She's a bitch
>And you know for a fact she takes it up the ass
>You try to defend Glory as best as you can
>The fact that her parents were never convicted for treason
>The lack of a criminal record
>The lack of actual evidence
>But the prosecution hammers every defense with fancy bullshit words
>She seems to be enjoying this way to much
>Bitch
>Glory stays silent through much of the case answering questions when asked
>But ultimately she knows which way this case is headed
>Fuck
>This case is almost over
>The prosecution has you over the barrel with the whole admission of guilt bullshit
>You didn't know what to say
>There wasn't anything you can do at the moment
>No fuck that
>Fuck everything
>Your story is going to be a happy one
>Fuck the judge
>Fuck the prosecutor again
>And fuck this whole bullshit court system
>Channeling your inner Phoenix Wright you're prepared to kick some ass with words
"OBJECTION"
>You don't really have an objection at first but your mind picks up the rest as you go along
>Your brain gives you a triple thumbs up
>You'll question that later
"You claim Glory is guilty of being a spy for the changelings?"
>The prosecution stares at you wide eyed trying to find out what you're doing
>Good luck with that I don't completely know yet
>"I think that much is obvious at this point"
>Okay
"And you claim that running away is an admission of her guilt to the alleged crime?"
>"Yes if you actually ever been to law school you would know that"
>The court room laughs at her insult
>Bitch
>You think you have her right where you want her
>But you're not completely sure
>You'll have to wait for their reactions to know for sure
"Under Equestrian law 5783 of the ruling of case Meadow Runner v Appleoosa adolescents can't be tried for any crimes until the parents of the accused are notified"
>The court room quiets down and your foe sits up straight
>They all know some serious legal shit is about to go down
>"Objection"
>"Your honor Morning Glory is just as old as anyone else here I don't see what-"
"HOLD IT!"
>Your arm swings pointing at her effectively shutting her up
"Will the judge please define adolescent to the court?"
>The judge stares at you for a second before ushering the bailiff to retrieve a legal dictionary
>Flipping to the correct page she begins reading
>"Adolescent, anypony whose adulthood has yet to be reach as so evidenced by a cutiemark"
>Jackpot
>The courtroom lets out a collective gasp seeing that the defendant meets the defined requirement
"And has Morning Glory's parents been notified?"
>Feeling the prosecution squirming you know your doing something right
>"Your honor under Equestrian law 395 if the parents of an adolescent are dead, custody falls to the state until adoptive parents are found-"
>"-in which case there's no need to notify anypony"
>Nervous at your sudden aggressive legal tactics your enemy is sweating bullets
>Time to rebuttal
"The parents of the accused are missing, simply put they cannot be confirmed dead or alive"
"By law this trial cannot proceed until someone adopts Morning Glory and if I'm correct under the aforementioned law custody cannot be taken from the parents except through a court proceeding which would require the parents to be present or by the parents signing the necessary documents"
>Boom goes the dynamite
>Jaws were dropped
>Glorys included
>The prosecution had nothing to say in response
>Regaining composure the judge responds
>"H-He's right"
>Smiling at everything that just happened you breath your first relaxed breath in a while
>"Seeing as we're unable to proceed I'm forced to throw this case out"
>The gavel comes down
>It repeats several times in your head
>You did it
>Game over
>She can't be retried until her parents are confirmed dead or show up
>With the case thrown out they can't do anything
>If she ever gets her cutiemark she'd be protected by the fact she was an adolescent at the time
>Asses were kicked
>Glory looks to you surprised all the worry gone from her eyes
>Wiping tears away she wraps her hooves around you and holds you tight
>Now what?
>Time to celebrate you suppose
"Hey Glory wanna learn how humans kiss?"
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>A whole week passes
>Ponies all refer to what happened as the case of the decade
>Probably because it's the first loop-holed court case you've heard of in your history here
>Or because an alien defending a pony and yelling objection in court
>Take your pick
>You don't care about that
>You're just glad you didn't lose her
>Also You bought the land near the prosecutors office and you're putting in a high rise with two globes at the bottom
>Everyday she'll remember you fucked her both literally and figuratively
>You specifically told your workers to take their time and use whatever loud tools they need
>All in all everything turned out fine
>Except for that pony Glory kicked
>His nose was broken and his wife left him
>They say he gives hoofjobs in the alley now
>Flim and Flam are still fillyphiles in Tartarus
>Your "Cartoon physics a primer" book got lost in the mail
>But that's okay some things are better left unknown
>Pinkie pie still isn't part of this story
>And as for you and Glory?
>Well
>Everything's going great
>You bought the bridge Glory used to live under and you burnt it down
>Smiling you both watched it go up hand in hoof
>She learned how to kiss like the humans do
>And she's good at it
>She says it's kind of like eating each other
>But sensually
>She's a great cook
>And homemaker
>And traveling companion
>And little spoon
>And eventually waifu
>The wedding night was fun as was the honeymoon
>Glory and you have lots of weird tender inter species sex
>Rope is involved
>You couldn't be happier
>Sure as time goes on you'll probably have bad days too
>But no matter what happens you'll always regard this as the best investment you've ever made

This was a story I made back when I was under "EM9" Figured i should drop it here.