Violet Lightning


                                            >Be Lightning

                                            >She broke up with you

                                            >Skydancer broke up with you!

                                            >There was nothing you could do but sit there dumbfounded as she gave some little speech about the cycle of abuse

                                            >And a bunch of other nonsense that didn't make any sense

                                            >You hugged her and begged her not to leave you through tears

                                            >She cried too, but refused to change her mind

                                            >It's so unfair!

                                            >That you could have something so wonderful together, then one pony can just end it regardless of how the other feels

                                            >And the feeling you're left with is a new one for you

                                            >Sadness and loss you've experienced before

                                            >And you feel a lot of both right now

                                            >But rejection is new for you, and it aches just as much as the other two, if not more

                                            >Of course there aren't really any secrets in the dorm, so you've gone scandalous to sympathetic in the eyes of the other girls

                                            >In an instant

                                            >You went from having something special - being somepony special - to being heartbroken

                                            >And the worst part is you know you didn't do anything to deserve it

                                            >Even Madam agreed with that when she sat you down for a talk in her office

                                            >She said Sky had developed qualms with the nature of your relationship - specifically being the marefriend of a filly

                                            >You asked if it was a sex thing and Madam said that was part of it, yes

                                            >Which made it sound like the mare had gone insane!

                                            >Or you weren't good enough, maybe that was it?

                                            >You know men pay a lot of money to sex you - you can't be that bad!

                                            >It is different with a mare though

                                            >A mare, whom you actually LIKED - LOVED even!

                                            >You saked Madam if it was because she was getting you for free, but Madam said that wasn't it

                                            >She said Sky didn't think it was ethically right to be with you

                                            >And you don't know what to make of that

                                            >What changed?

                                            >You don't know

                                            >You just know you miss her and you will never see her again

                                            >You will never smell her again or feel her warmth against you

                                            >You will never taste her again...

                                            >That wasn't the most important part of your relationship, but it was definitely a part of it

                                            >You were proud of being able to get her off as fast or even faster than you could make a man cum

                                            >And she gave you more pleasure than any man ever has

                                            >If that was OK then why is it suddenly not OK now?

                                            >You don't think you're going to figure that out any time soon, if ever at all

                                            >Now it just hurts

                                            >It doesn't help knowing your room is her old one

                                            >You used to love that

                                            >Now it just reminds you of her

                                            >Lying on your bed - did the bed used to be hers as well? - you don't want to know

                                            >You've been crying and feeling sorry for yourself all morning

                                            >Madam came by to check on you and told you not to worry about your chores today

                                            >Of course you'll still have to work later - no way around that - but the break from your chores is welcome

                                            >Even if you're spending your time sobbing

                                            >"Knock knock," a small voice comes from the other side of your door

                                            "Come in, Violet"

                                            >"You OK?"

                                            "I hurt in a way I didn't know I COULD hurt"

                                            >"Poor thing. I brought you something since you missed breakfast"

                                            >A muffin?!

                                            "Where did you get a muffin?"

                                            >"I have my ways," she replies, passing the treat to you. "Sorry there's a bite out of it. My willpower failed me"

                                            >You laugh

                                            >It feels good to laugh for a second

                                            "It's still very kind of you"

                                            >"You would do the same for me"

                                            >Is she right?

                                            >Maybe

                                            >If you knew she was miserable?

                                            >Yeah, you'd try to do something

                                            >Or you like to think you would

                                            "Thanks"

                                            >"Can I ask what happened?"

                                            "She dumped me. For no reason"

                                            >"For no reason? What's wrong with her?"

                                            "I can't figure it out"

                                            >"That's so cold. I didn't think ponies could be cold like that. Not mares at least"

                                            "It was a surprise to me as well"

                                            >She looks down at her hooves, then back up to meet your eyes

                                            >"You know," she begins sheepishly, "I.. um... was always jealous of you and her"

                                            "I bet you aren't jealous of me now"

                                            >"No... not at all," she says gently, giving you a quick nuzzle. "But I used to... imagine you two together and, um... what you did together"

                                            >Is she doing what you think she's doing?

                                            >A quick, uncertain lick comes as an answer

                                            >You appreciate her interest, but her timing is really terrible

                                            >"I'm not stupid," she says, "I know I can't take her place. That's not what I'm trying to do"

                                            "It looks like you're trying to hit on me"

                                            >"Is that OK? Is this too awkward? I've never done this before. I'm sorry, I..."

                                            >What do you do here?

                                            >Besides blush furiously, which both of you are doing

                                            >Your emotions are now like a thick soup of things that shouldn't go together

                                            >You shouldn't feel elated and abandoned at the same time

                                            >Sad and excited - it's too much!

                                            "I um... You don't have anything to be sorry for I'm just... overwhelmed"

                                            >"Oh. So you're not mad at me?"

                                            "You brought me most of a muffin and are trying to comfort me. How can I be angry"

                                            >Can comforting somepony and hitting on them be the same thing sometimes?

                                            >"Friends are allowed to comfort each other, right?"

                                            >Sure it can

                                            >You think about the kind of comfort she's offering

                                            >You're pretty sure she doesn't even know the actual mechanics of it - you know, IT

                                            >You'll have to be the teacher, like Sky was with you

                                            >Not that there's all that much for her to learn

                                            "Can we stay friends and still... comfort each other?"

                                            >She smiles at you - it's a little bit of a nervous smile, but cute anyways

                                            >She is really cute

                                            >Not sexy like Sky, but really, really cute

                                            >And really, really in your room with you right now making an offer she doesn't even completely understand

                                            "Would you be OK with taking this very slowly? You know I'm pretty freshly dumped, and nowhere near over it"

                                            >"Maybe I can help you get over it"

                                            >If not it would at least be a distraction from it

                                            >A welcome distraction?

                                            >Not an unwelcome distraction, that's for sure

                                            >You tap a hoof on your bed next to you

                                            "Get in here"

                                            >She's beside you in a flash giving you a sloppy but enthusiastic kiss, which you return

                                            >This is happening?

                                            >This is happening

                                            >Pulling away from the kiss you say:

                                            "Your willpower isn't failing you now, I see"

                                            >"I'm really nervous, actually"

                                            "Don't be. I don't bite," you reply, then add, "Unless you want me to..."

                                            >"I don't know what I, actually..."

                                            "We can find out together"


                                            >Be Lightning

                                            >Having a thing with Violet is OK, but it's not the same as with Skydancer

                                            >She's a filly, not a mare

                                            >So it doesn't have that exciting feeling of being the special somepony to somepony who is older

                                            >But it's more than that

                                            >She doesn't smell like a mare either

                                            >She's very much a filly like you

                                            >Well, not exactly like you - she's never...

                                            >Gotten off

                                            >She was a little shocked the first time you did with her

                                            >She thought it was a man thing - that only men could orgasm

                                            >She had no idea mares (or even fillies) could, too

                                            >You've tried to show her - to get her there - but you haven't been successful yet

                                            >Which is frustrating, though she seems OK with it

                                            >She's willing to let you try with her, but she gets bored after a few minutes

                                            >Which isn't satisfying at all

                                            >Especially in light of the fact she's gotten you there a few times

                                            >But again, she seems OK with that

                                            >It seems like what she really wants is somepony to cuddle with

                                            >And that contact is just as important as the other kind of intimacy

                                            >Though you're not going to give up on the other

                                            >This was NEVER an issue with Sky!

                                            >Though you'd never actually cum until you were with her

                                            >But you did on like, the second or third time you two were intimate

                                            >It's been four times now with Violet and still nothing

                                            >Makes you doubt yourself a little bit

                                            >You're sure the other girls in the dorm are talking about the two of you

                                            >Not that it's super scadnalous - fillies have had things with each other before

                                            >Of course the other girls talk about it

                                            >They're all earth ponies, so the only pegasus hooking up with the only unicorn is going to be commented upon

                                            >Is that weird?

                                            >A pegasus and a unicorn being a thing?

                                            >You don't know

                                            >You don't know any other pegasi, or unicorns for that matter

                                            >Aside from Violet everypony you know is an earth pony

                                            >Which gives you a little advantage in the salon - you're pretty sure half the walk-ins who pick you do so because you have wings and the others don't

                                            >You don't want to be racist about it, but pegasi are just sexier that earth ponies

                                            >It's not racist if it's true, is it?

                                            >What about unicorns?

                                            >Cute - they're cute

                                            >Violet is cute, but she's not sexy like Sky was

                                            >Maybe she'll grow into that

                                            >You hope she will, because right now it feels a little one-sided, with you getting off and her not

                                            >You really want to change that

                                            >And you might get the chance now, because you hear her voice outside your door saying, "Knock knock"

                                            "Come in, sweetie"

                                            >You do like having sopepony to call sweetie - that's what Sky called you

                                            >She comes in and walks right up to you, giving you a little lick

                                            >One thing she isn't is bashful

                                            >She's even licked you in front of the other girls, more than once

                                            "How you doing?"

                                            >"OK I guess. I had a pervy one tonight"

                                            "Aren't they all pervy?"

                                            >"Well, the ones who look at you like they haven't eaten in days and you're dinner? Those are easy - you know what you're gonna get"

                                            "Right. The only question is where"

                                            >"It's the ones who look at you like they're making a calculation - you just know it's gonna be weird"

                                            "You had a weird one? I'm sorry. Want to talk abut it?"

                                            >"I do, but it's kind of a unicorn thing. I don't know if you'd understand"

                                            "Even if I don't we should still be able to talk to each other about anything, right? Isn't that how it's supposed to work?"

                                            >"I guess so. It happens every couple weeks. A client asks if he can kiss my... horn"

                                            "You don't have to let them kiss you. You know that, right?"

                                            >"I know. But I've learned to see what's coming next"

                                            "After they kiss your horn?"

                                            >"Yeah. They start, you know, like sucking a cock, except it's my horn"

                                            "That's messed up"

                                            >"And they want me to enjoy it as if it were that"

                                            "Do you?"

                                            >"I pretend to, and they get off on that"

                                            "What a waste of money, paying for a filly when they could probably just go suck a dick for free"

                                            >"Then they'd have to admit that's what they really want. You know men can be weird about that"

                                            "They can be weird about a lot of things. I've got one who wants me to call him daddy"

                                            >"So do I! How would that even work?"

                                            "It wouldn't. So this guy just sucks your horn until you fake an orgasm and that gets him off and that's it?"

                                            >"Yeah, but it always leaves me feeling weird after. Like a colt"

                                            "There's nothing coltlike about you"

                                            >"But it's like I'm a substitute for one"

                                            "Maybe in his messed up mind. You know nopony else sees you like that. You're a very pretty little filly"

                                            >"That's sweet of you to say. But you know there are guys who see the horn and think..."

                                            "I thought I had it bad when they get all grabby with my wings! This is more messed up. You win"

                                            >"I've been through... even worse"

                                            >Oh no

                                            >Do you really want to know?

                                            >You kind of have to - you two are a thing - you're her somepony to tell awful things to

                                            >"I had one guy who wanted my horn in him, but not in his mouth"

                                            "In his... butt?"

                                            >She nods, blushing

                                            "What did you do?"

                                            >"I didn't know what to do. It's not technically rough stuff, right? So I did it"

                                            "Ew. Ew ew ew ew ew ew ew ew ew!"

                                            >"I know, right? Be glad you have wings instead"

                                            "I'll take having to preen between clients over that any day. Did you tell Madam?"

                                            >"Not at first. I was, you know, in shock. I just washed my mane and went back to work"

                                            "You poor thing. That's awful"

                                            >"When I told her the next day she was shocked as well. She said that's not on the menu - her exact words"

                                            "It shouldn't be"

                                            >"She said if any client asks for that again tell them no, and if the give a hard time call the guard"

                                            "Good to know there are limits. But the horn sucking?"

                                            >"She told me I'd just have to deal with that. So I do. But I always feel weird about it"

                                            "You're right. It is weird. And wrong. A filly's horn should not be a substitute for a dick. That shouldn't be a thing"

                                            >"I couldn't agree more. But evidently for some guys it is, and being the only unicorn here..."

                                            "You get all of them. I'm so sorry"

                                            >"Fortunately there's just a few of them. I've kind of learned to spot them, so I usually know what's coming and how to deal with it"

                                            "And there's always a bright side. At least you're not Mocha Swirl"

                                            >"Ice cream every day. Does she have any regulars who don't do her that way?"

                                            "She told me she can, you know... cum from it"

                                            >"Is that even possible?"

                                            "Not for me. For me it's just waiting for it to be over"

                                            >"Regardless of how they're doing it, right?"

                                            >You laugh because it's true

                                            "Yeah, the faster ones are better. Easier, for sure"

                                            >"I hate when it goes on so long you start thinking 'When is he gonna be done?'"

                                            "I start thinking that the moment they walk into the room. Not that I don't take pride in my work"

                                            >"Work and play are two different things"

                                            "Do you want to play?"

                                            >"If you can make me feel less... colty"

                                            "I can try"


                                            >Be Lightning

                                            >It's late, really just a few minutes from lights out

                                            >You're in your room with the door shut

                                            >Violet is with you, but she really ought to go to her own bed before they call lights out

                                            >She told you what you did made her feel good, but she still hasn't...

                                            >You did, and almost feel guilty about it now

                                            >But now that you two are so close there's something you've always wanted to know

                                            >You're sure it's a touchy subject, but you two have gotten pretty close

                                            >She can tell you if it makes her uncomfortable

                                            "So can you... You know, magic?"

                                            >"Not much. Never been trained and definitely not encouraged. Can you... fly?"

                                            "Flying is pretty discouraged, too. I've heard ponies who show too much interest in it get their wings clipped"

                                            >"That's horrible"

                                            "Well I don't know if its true, but I'm not taking any chances," you reply, instinctively pressing your wings tight against you

                                            >"It isn't much, but I can show you"

                                            "Please"

                                            >She pooints her horn at the mug half full of water on your nightstand

                                            >A very pale glow eminates from her horn

                                            >She concentrates, then grunts

                                            >The cup moves

                                            >Calling the distance it moved half an inch would be generous, but it did move

                                            >She sighs

                                            >"The worst part is feeling like I should be able to lift it up and drink from it, but this is all I can do"

                                            "Still impressive. That was actual magic, like not a trick or something. Actual magic"

                                            >"Very weak, but yeah that's actual magic. How about you? Can you actually fly?"

                                            "I can hover for a couple minutes, but it's exhausting. Some clients ask for that"

                                            >"I bet they do"

                                            >You stand up on the bed and spread your wings

                                            >A few careful beats raises you just above the bed

                                            "You have to concentrate to keep even," you say as you list to the left, then correct the cycle

                                            >"Still you're flying"

                                            "If you can call it that"

                                            >"You're beautiful in the air," she says. "My little bird pony"

                                            >You cringe, which makes you break your concentration and fall back onto the bed

                                            "Please don't call me that. I have regulars who call me that. I have to take it from them..."

                                            >"Got it. Won't do it again. Kind of like the clients who joke about how horny I must be"

                                            "Tell me they don't"

                                            >"Yeah they do, and laugh like they're comic geniuses for coming up with it"

                                            "Ugh"

                                            >There's a knock on the door and a female voice says, "It's lights out. Is Violet in there?"

                                            >The new guard

                                            >It seemed odd that they hired a woman - a black woman, the first one you've ever met - to do what is obviously a man's job

                                            >But she's no nonsense about it

                                            >She's also armed, so woman or not no one is going to mess with her

                                            >As the door opens Violet gives you a quick lick, jumps out of bed and heads for the door

                                            >"You're supposed to be in your bed BEFORE lights out," the guard chides

                                            >You hear Violet's hoofbeats quickly heading down the hall

                                            >"Playing a little game of you show me yours and I'll show you mine?," the guard asks

                                            "You were eavesdropping on us?!"

                                            >"I was coming to get Violet because she wasn't where she was supposed to be"

                                            >The woman adds, "Madam and I have no trouble turning a blind eye to this, especially whith what happened with your last girlfriend"

                                            >Girlfriend isn't the right word, but you let it slide

                                            >"But we can't let it seem like you're getting special treatment. Understand?"

                                            "Yes, Ma'am"

                                            >"Lights out is lights out for everypony"

                                            "I got it"

                                            >"Then lights out"

                                            >You turn off your light

                                            >Part of you wanted to put up a little more resistance, but you know you have it pretty good

                                            >Your own room and the freedom for extracirricular activities

                                            >Last thing you want to seem is ungrateful and turn the guard against you

                                            >She would have been within her rights to have given Violet a much tougher time and she didn't

                                            >You two were technically in the wrong, dallying longer than you should have

                                            >She's more of a stickler than the old guard, but you like her better, actually

                                            >The old guard was always trying to be your friend, which was weird enough

                                            >But he was also always trying and failing not to ogle your hindquarters

                                            >Rumor was he'd had sex with some of the girls over the years

                                            >You were sure as fuck not going to be one of them if you could help it

                                            >You're for paying customers, not an employee perk!

                                            >The new guard shows no sign of being interested in anypony that way

                                            >So who cares if she's a little fussy about the rules?

                                            >She's still kind of new to the job, maybe she'll relax a little bit as she settles in

                                            >Hopefully Violet will, too


                                            >Be Lightning

                                            >In your bed with your little unicorn tightly held against you

                                            >You finally got her there

                                            >THERE!

                                            >She cried

                                            >She cried a lot

                                            >You've been laying next to her, holding her tightly and nuzzling her ever since

                                            >But it's about 15 minutes to lights out and you don't want trouble with the guard

                                            >So now you have to figure out how to delicately disentangle her from you so she can get back to her bed

                                            "Um, sweetie? It's getting late, um... You know, lights out?"

                                            >She presses even tighter up against you

                                            >"I don't want to go," she says

                                            "I don't want you to go"

                                            >It would be nice to actually sleep with her

                                            >To wake up together in your bed

                                            >Unless she turns out to be a bed hog or something

                                            >Even then it would probably still be nice

                                            "But we don't want any trouble, so I'm afraid..."

                                            >"I know"

                                            >She releases her grip on you and pulls back a little to look you in the eye

                                            >She does have pretty eyes, even if they're a little red and wet from crying

                                            >"I love you," she says softly

                                            >Whoa there fireball!

                                            >You and Sky had never even said that to each other, though you almost did a couple times

                                            >You're not sure how these things are supposed to work, but this seems awfully fast

                                            >Doesn't it?

                                            >You don't feel for her the way you did - and still DO feel a little - for Skydancer

                                            >But definitely a less intense version of those feelings has been growing in you toward her

                                            >So maybe this is love, just love growing?

                                            >You can't say - this really is new territory for both of you

                                            >Sky was kind of like a client you had a special relationship with because she was also like you

                                            >Being with her made you feel special - it was exciting

                                            >And if you're being completely honest it made you feel more grown up, having an older mare take an interest in you

                                            >That way

                                            >With Violet you feel like the older one, even though you're only actually older by a little bit

                                            >But the way she was just clinging to you?

                                            >You're pretty sure you were like that with Sky sometimes

                                            >Maybe more than you remember

                                            "Aren't you afraid it might be a little early in our relationship to use... THAT word?"

                                            >"Nope," she replies, shaking her head

                                            >Nope?

                                            >She's nothing if not direct

                                            "What makes you so sure?"

                                            >She looks at you like you're crazy

                                            >"I had nothing. I had nopony. Now I have you, and you have me. We have each other"

                                            >She sheds a tear

                                            >"I know love can mean a lot of things, but I'm pretty sure that's what it means to me"

                                            "Instead of nothing we have each other..."

                                            >She's got a point

                                            >This is something you have together, and it feels special in its own way

                                            >It's actually strange to be in a sexual relationship where you're nearly equals

                                            >You know that's a new thing for both of you

                                            >Do you really have each other?

                                            >You do right now, right?

                                            >It's something you chose - to be each other's

                                            >It feels good

                                            >It won't be forever, because there's no assurance you'll be together once you leave here

                                            >But that'll be a while from now

                                            >Isn't love supposed to be forever?

                                            >You loved Sky and that still came to an end

                                            >You do love her, don't you?

                                            >You're in love with Violet, you think

                                            >"I'm not leaving until you say it"

                                            "I was just abot to!"

                                            >"Then say it"

                                            "I love you"

                                            >She giggles and gives you a little lick

                                            >"Say it again!"

                                            "I love you, Violet"

                                            >It doesn't feel like a lie - not at all

                                            >"Well good night then, lover," she says giving you a little kiss and getting out of bed

                                            >"See you tomorrow!," she adds looking back as she heads for the door

                                            >For a filly who was crying just moments ago there's quite a bit of spring in her step

                                            >You just made her very happy

                                            >That feels good

                                            >It makes you happy

                                            >And a little relieved she'll be in her bed before lights out

                                            >You also have a little bit of pride over what happened before the crying

                                            >You feel really good about that, too


                                            >Be Lightning

                                            >You feel silly

                                            >The latex bat gloves over your wings are making them uncomfortable and over heated

                                            >But they obviously spent some money on them, because they're incredibly light

                                            >When you spread your wings your feathers are enough to fill them out, all the way to the little fake claws on the tips

                                            >It would feel demeaning if it weren't Halloween

                                            >The fake teeth you're wearing to look like fangs looked cool in the mirror

                                            >But they make you sound like a lisping idiot when you try to talk

                                            >And they're actually sharp - you've already bit your lip twice

                                            >Violet helped you with the ear extensions and eyeliner

                                            Which don't look at all bad, just weird

                                            >Some guy is paying a lot of money for this

                                            >Thankfully since this is his fetish he won't last all that long and you can take this shit off

                                            >Though standing in front of the mirror in the dorm you DO look pretty sexy

                                            >"I like it," Violet says

                                            "Ugh, really?"

                                            >"Yeah. You may have just given me a little bat fantasy," she replies, blushing

                                            "No. Tell me we're not going to have to do that"

                                            >"We don't HAVE to, but it might be fun"

                                            >Unicorns are weird

                                            >But whateves

                                            >You have a client to get to

                                            >Madam coached you on how to handle him

                                            >Just be sexually needy, overly aggressive, bitey (not too hard) and keep the fake wings spread

                                            >That ought to do it, she said

                                            >And you can do that

                                            "All right. Wish me luck!"

                                            >"I've got to head down to the salon anyways, so I'll walk as far as your room with you"

                                            >You know she means your work room, not your real room by Madam's office

                                            "Let's go then"

                                            >Walking down the halls and stairway you get batcalled twice!

                                            >First you pass Mocha Swirl who gasps as she sees you and says, "Oooh, sexy"

                                            >That filly is straight as a pin - you know that for sure

                                            >So you're doing something right, as weird as this feels

                                            >Which makes you feel a little better about your get up

                                            >Violet's eye makeup probably has a lot to do with it

                                            >She went full on

                                            >Then there was the guard's reaction when you got down to where the work rooms were

                                            >She took one look at you and said, "Mmmmmh, nice"

                                            >That's the first time she's ever made a comment to you like that, but then again it is Halloween

                                            >Everyone and everypony is sexy on Halloween

                                            >Though for everyponyelse it's a matter of less elaborate costumes

                                            >Violet has done nothing more than paint her face in Dia de Meurtos makeup and she looks hella sexy

                                            >Some guys are gonna go for that even if it isn't their thing because she looks so good like that

                                            >Oh shit, it that how this night is gonna end?!

                                            >Batpone and Deathpone having a trip around your bed, leaving a trail of mascara and other thicg that require you have to wash your sheets tomorrow

                                            >But that's no big deal

                                            >Oh shit, you're at your work room door with Madam standing outside

                                            >"That'll more than do," she says

                                            >"I figured," Violet responds

                                            >"Nice work on both counts," Madam replies

                                            >Next thing you know you're lying in the bed, hooves in the air, wings spread when the client walks in

                                            >You make your left hindleg quiver in anticipation

                                            >He responds by burying a hand in your chest floof

                                            >Which you reward with a nip that draws blood because of your batpony teeth

                                            >He moans in anticipation of what's about to happen