>Be terrified filly
    >Your new home is a brothel
    >You don't know what that is, but you don't like the sound of it
    >You were shown to the dorm upstairs and introduced to Snowdrop
    >She's just a little older than you
    >But she's the one to explain how things work around here
    >You're not eager to hear what she has to say, but she seems happy to have an audience
    >"Men come here to sex us," she says, oddly cheerfully
    "To SEX us?!"
    >"Yeah. Like how a stallion and a mare make a foal? You know about THAT, right?"
    "Of course I know about THAT," you say indignantly
    >"Well, men come here to do that to us"
    "Do we have man foals then?"
    >"No, silly. It doesn't work that way."
    "Then why do they sex us?"
    >She rolls her eyes
    >"Because they really, really LIKE us! You'll see!"
    >You're not so eager to see
    >"So the first thing to remember is to hold your tail up"
    "Why?"
    >"Because it gets in the way if you don't"
    >Tha makes sense
    "OK"
    >"And the biggest rule is No Rough Stuff. If he slams his thing into you that's OK, but if he hits or chokes you..."
    >You feel yourself flinch at that
    >"It almost never happens. But if it does you yell, 'SECURITY!' as loud as you can, and try to get away from him"
    >She smiles
    >"He may be bigger than you, but there's a big man in the hall who will come running if he doesn't follow the rules"
>"Most of them are nice, though. I've got five regulars who buy me presents sometimes"
>She leans in and whispers, "It's like having coltfriends"
"Coltfriends who are men who sex you?"
>She rolls her eyes again
>"That's just how it works here. Now what else...?"
>She raises a hoof to her face in a thinking gesture
>"Oh yeah, if he puts it in the wrong hole you have to tell Madam right after he finishes"
"Wrong hole?"
>"Where you poop from"
"That's not allowed, either?," you ask hopefully
>"That's allowed, but it's extra, so you have to tell Madam right away"
"Doesn't that hurt?"
>"I guess that's why it's extra. But if you tell Madam right after you get ice cream for being a brave filly"
>Your head is spinning
>"Most of the time it's pretty easy - they just do stuff to you, the give you cuddles after they finish"
"Finish?"
>She said that before, but you're not sure what it means
>"When the sticky stuff comes out. You'll know. They grunt or groan while making a mess in you."
"That sounds horrible"
>"It's only super gross if they want to finish in your mouth. Then just think of something else and swallow"
>"And you can let them give you cuddles for a minute or two after, but not more than that."
>"I like it when they give you cuddles before, but most of them only get cuddly after the finish"
"What happes then?"
>"You take a shower, wash back there really good, brush your mane and tail then get back to the salon to meet the next one"
"How many do we have to sex?"
>"On a busy night five or six. Some nights only two or three"
"Isn't that a lot?"
>"Not if you hurry them along. If they take more than ten minutes inagine you're eating something delicious"
"How does that do anything?"
>"You say, 'Mmmmm, Hmmmm' and that speeds them up"
"How does this make any sense?"
>"You'll see. They really LIKE us"
>For the first time in your life you're hoping there's no ice cream in your future
>Be filly
>Waiting in the dorm for Snowdrop
>The's the only other filly you know here
>And you'd like somepony to talk to after your first evening at the brothel
>It feels like you've been waiting for hours
>Finally she arrives
>"So how was your first nioght? I didn't see you in the salon"
"I didn't go to the salon"
>She gives you a weird look
>"How many clients did you see?"
"Just one"
>She looks confused for a second, then says, "OH! You'd never been sexed before?"
"No"
>"Then that was definitely extra. He paid extra to be your first"
"That's a thing?"
>"Sure it is. One of my regulars like me to pretend it's my first time every time he sees me. Was he gentle?"
"With his hands he was very gentle. With his thing not so much"
>"They slam pretty hard right before they finish. Did it hurt?"
"Yeah, it hurt"
>"Did you cry?"
"No," you lie
>Well it's only a little lie, because you only cried a little
>And he stopped and asked if you were OK
>You said you were, then he went back to what he was doing
>"And he finished, right?"
"Yeah"
>"It's so gross, isn't it?"
"I've never washed back there so much"
>She laughs, "That's why you keep your tail up! You don't want that stuff on your tail"
"It was so sticky, and there was so much of it"
>"Ew," she says. "Do you think he liked you?"
"He pet and cuddled me like he did. Especially after. I didn't try to stop him, even after a few minutes"
>"He paid extra, so that's probably OK"
"He kept telling me how pretty I was, like that was the most important thing in the world"
>"Being pretty is important. I've heard the No Rough Stuff rule doesn't apply to fillies who aren't pretty"
"What happens to them?"
>"Horrible things, probably. That's why we always comb our manes and tails to look pretty"
>You decide to change the subject, because you don't like this one at all
"How many do you have tonight?"
>"Four. One was a regular. He brought me an apple pastry. Then he finished in my mouth"
"Ew"
>"So gross, but the pastry kind of made up for it"
"And you're not sore?"
>"No. Are you?"
"I'm pretty sore"
>"Want to know a secret to keep from getting sore?"
>You nod, because you sure do 
>Snowdrop produces a little bottle of clear liquid
>"Lube," she says. "I put a few drops in me everytime I'm about to go to the salon. Keeps you from getting sore"
>She adds, "Madam will give you some if you ask, but hide the bottle where clients can't see it"
"Why?"
>"You're lucky you have me. I learned this the hard way. If they see lube they get ideas"
"What kind of ideas?"
>"The kind that end with you getting ice cream"
"I don't want that"
>"It's going to happen. And when they're about to make you be a brave filly THAT'S when you give them the lube."
>She adds, "But keep it a secret the rest of the time."
>"Keep what a secret?," a stern female voice says from across the room
>It's Madam!
>She's an older mare now, but she obviously was once very pretty
"I-i think I need some lube, Madam"
>Madam looks a little surprised and says, "Snowdrop didn't give you some?"
>"I only have half bottle left," Snowdrop protests
>"Well I'm not going to have my fillies rubbed raw. I'll have more sent up for both of you"
>"She was extra today, wasn't she, Madam?," Snowdrop asks
>"Quite a bit extra," Madam says approvingly. "And the client was very pleased. We'll be seeing him again"
>"Your first time getting sexed and you pick up a regular!," Snowdrop says excitedly. "You're a natural!"
>Even though you cried and you're still sore
>Madam and Snowdrop's approval feels really good
>As good as the cuddles from your client did today
>And evidently you're a natural, which seems like something to be proud of
>You're happier and less scared than you've been in a while
>Though you're still scared of having to be brave and getting ice cream
>But that didn't happen today
>And tomorrow you'll have lube
 
 
>Be filly
>Second day at brothel was busier
>In the salon you got picked quickly
>But you weren't the fastest pick
>Twice Skydancer got picked before you
>She's the only pegasus here, and you're pretty sure that's racist
>Some men are racist about ponies
>You'd like to give them be benefit of the doubt for just liking wings
>But that's still racist, isn't it?
>You're not 100% sure, but it seems like it is
>Regardless, you had FOUR clients today!
>Madam said you were done after that
>Good thing Snowdrop told you about lube
>You're a little sore, but not like yesterday
>And you feel pretty good
>One client put it in your mouth
>That was weird
>Then he told you to look up at him, which you did
>The look in his eyes changed everything 
>He said you were adorable
>It really looked like he was adoring you
>With a mouthfull of his thing
>It tasted like salty milk and coins
>But he ADORED you
>You didn't even know what that meant until you felt it
>This big, powerful MAN!
>Was somehow vulnerable to you because his thing was in your mouth
>He was in control
>Yet YOU had some kind of power over HIM
>You don't know what it means or how it works
>But something tells you this is important
>It FEELS important
>Like you could control them BECAUSE you're adorable and that makes them want to sex you
>Obviously Madam is running a business on that
>But this power could do something for YOU specifically
>You just don't know what
>Yet
>All of this goes flying out of your head as you enter the dorm and see Snowdrop on her bed with a bowl of ice cream
"You poor thing!"
>She smiles at you
>"It wasn't so bad this time," she says, pleased with herself. "I think I figured it out"
"Figured what out?"
>"You have to keep focused on the ice cream"
"I don't get it"
>"I just pretended I was eating ice cream. I said "Mmmmmmm' and 'This is so good'"
"You said THAT while he was doing THAT to you?!"
>She smiles, "And he finished in like a minute"
"No way!"
>"If they think you like it they finish faster"
"How could they think anypony likes THAT?"
>"Some stallions do"
"Ew, ew, ew! That's so gross"
>"Some ponies say that's normal"
"That doesn't make it un-gross"
>"Yeah, it's pretty gross. Especially a stallion liking that from a man"
"Stop it!"
>"And his thing getting all big, and the sticky stuff coming out while the man..."
"Stop! Ew!"
>She catches you looking at her half eaten bowl of ice cream
>"Nope"
"But you only had to be brave for a minute"
>"I was still brave and you weren't"
>She's got a point
 
>Be filly
>You're still settling into life at the brothel
>The work is getting sexed and cuddled by men
>You like the cuddles
>And some of them adore you
>You really like that because it makes you feel like you have some kind of power
>But right now you're reminded of how powerless you really are
>Madam has called you to her office, and you don't know what for
>You hope you're not in trouble
>Walking down the stairs to her office you rack your brain to see if you've done anything that might seem...
>Like you weren't a good girl
>But you've BEEN a good girl since you got here
>You only cried once, and the client didn't mind
>He even came back once since
>He made you sit on his lap and cuddled you WHILE he sexed you
>And he said you would always ne his, because he was the first one to take you
>It felt different from the others
>You called him "Master" when he was about to finish in you
>Even though both of you knew it was just pretend
>But for you it wasn't just that
>You wanted to feel him finish
>Not just so he'd be done
>But because you wanted to feel him finish in you
>And you wanted him to be your master
>You felt a little silly and ashamed after he left
>But even thinking about it now makes you feel funny back there
>Like it would be nice to feel him finishing in you right now
>Maybe that's what Snowdrop meant when she said a regular is like having a coltfriend
>But you want him to be your master and your coltfriend
>Is that silly?
>Does it even work that way?
>You have no idea
>But you can't wait until he comes back
>Just to see you
>Because you're his
>You don't know why that thought is so exciting to you
>But it is
>When you get to Madam's office she's seated behind her desk looking at a ledger through a pair of reading glasses
>Snowdrop is seated in the chair on the other side of the desk, staring out the window
>Madam looks up as you enter the office and stand next to Snowdrop
>"A client has requested two fillies to put on a little show for him before finishing him off with a double blowjob"
>Snowdrop looks at you
"A little show?," you ask
>Snowdrop heaves a sigh at your ignorance
>"We make out in front of him, then take turns sexing each other," she says
"Each other? How?"
>"With your mouth, silly," she says, sticking out her tongue and wiggling it at you
>"I know how," she continues. "I'll do you first so you can see. It feels good. You'll like it"
>Then she adds, "Just don't like it too much"
"What do you mean by that?"
>"Your bed is right next to mine. I don't want you asking me for favors in the middle of the night"
"Favors?"
>"You know, like Skydancer"
>You don't get it
>Snowdrop sees the blank look on your face
>"If she hasn't asked you yet, she will," she says, in a tone more annoyed than ominous
>Madam speaks up, "Skydancer would have been my first pick for this, because I know she enjoys this kind of thing"
>"But she has back to back regulars tonight, so there's no way to fit it into her schedule"
>"She's gonna be jealous!," Snowdrop says gleefully
>Madam continues, "You two get along well, and you look good together. So this one is yours"
>Snowdrop is going to sex you?
>And then you're going to sex her?!
>You can figure out how it works, but why would some client pay to watch two fillies doing that to each other?
>They're so weird
>Madam adds, "He may want to finish on your faces. You know what that means?"
>Snowdrop replies, "Mouth open, tongue out, eyes shut"
>"And?," Madam asks
"Pretend you like it?," you guess
>Madam nods. "You girls will do fine."
 
>Be filly
>Yout little show with Snowdrop this evening worked out well enough
>The client seemed pleased
>It was a little weird when she sexed you
>Not bad, just strange
>It felt OK, even kind of nice
>And you're pretty sure you made the right noises while she did it
>Like you were eating something delicious
>But it got boring after a while because there was no way to tell when it was supposed to be over
>When you sexed Snowdrop she made it seem like SHE was finishing
>Which you thought was silly, because you didn't think fillies COULD finish
>The client seemed to like that, though
>She's a better actress than you
?After he spent a lot of time with his thing in her mouth
>But pulled out to finish mostly all over your face
>And while you might not be as good an actress as Snowdrop you still managed not to flinch as it happened
>Even faking a giggle
>Well, it wasn't entirely fake
>You do think it's kinda funny that some men like finishing of fillies' faces
>In this case it was almost silly
>Because there he was with his thing down Snowdrop's throat
>And you KNOW how much they like that
>Then he pulls it out and takes it in his hand
>Which can't feel nearly as good, and sure looks silly
>Just so he can paint your face with his stuff
>Of course it was gross, but it was kinda funny, too
>You feel like you did a good job
>But that wasn't even the best part of the day
>After Madam told you not to go to the salon, but stay in your work room after you cleaned up
>You had a regular with an appointment
>And it was HIM! - your first!
>The moment he came through the door you ran to him and hugged him, standing on your hind legs
"Master!"
>"I love you calling me that, " he said
"I wish it could be true," you said, snuggling into him. 
>He smelled good, too
>"Well you ARE mine, even if you have to pretend otherwise most of the time"
>Then he smiled and said, "and I've got something that just might make remembering that even easier"
>He reached into his pocket and pulled out a black leather collar with a little gold heart pendant dangling from it
>Then he pulled the only chair in the room in front of the mirror on the wall, and sat in it
>He tapped a hand on his lap and in seconds you scampered onto him
>"Let's see how it looks," he said, turning you to face the mirror as he put the collar around your neck
"It looks beautiful, master!"
>"Yes it does," he said, as you felt his hard thing pressing against you
>Moments later he was in you
>Your eyes stayed glued to the mirror
>Looking up at yourself wearing the pretty collar, with the look of pleasure on his face behind you
>Looking down at him sliding into you
>It was beautiful
>And now after your shift you're showing off your prize to Snowdrop, lifting your head up so she can see it better
>"Well someone wants to be your master," she says
"I KNOW! And he's the one I WANT to be my master, too!," you say, then lower your voice to add, "He was my first"
>"Oh wow. It's beautiful, and I guess it COULD happen"
"You think?! It's so romantic!"
>"There's a legend that it happened at least once. Two really rich guys came here to celebrate a business deal"
>She continues, "And one bought a filly either for himself or as a gift for the other. Supposedly they were drunk"
"Madam doesn't allow drinking here," you say indignantly
>"I heard those guys were too rich to say no to," she counters. "I doubt your wannabe master is THAT rich or you'd be his already"
"I am his"
>"Don't talk like that. Who owns who is the kind of thing PEOPLE are super touchy about. You're brothel property if asked"
"Unless HE asks me. Then I'll tell him I'm his and call him master"
>"Sounds like the both of you have it bad"
"Well whatever IT is, I like it, so yeah, I have it bad"
>"Best keep that to yourself. Probably best not to wear that collar in front of other clients, either. Sends the wrong message"
"Message?"
>"None of us wear collars here. Wearing one might say you're an unruly pony who needs a little extra... discipline"
>She leans in toward you to whisper, "And the heart COULD mean you LIKE that. You know... Rough Stuff..."
"That's NOT what he meant when he GAVE it to me!"
>"Of course not! I'm not talking about what he MEANT, just how it LOOKS"
>Snowdrop is smarter than you
>She picks up on a lot of things you don't
>Then again she's been here longer than you have, and she's older
>Maybe you'll be as smart as she is before too long
>You were wearing the collar while you serviced the two clients after your master
>And both were a little rougher than usual
>Not enough that you felt the need to call security
>But you were spanked and throatfucked in a way that seemed borderline rough
>And of course that happened to the only filly wearing a collar in the salon
>Stupid!
>This is for what happens between you and HIM
>You're lucky you're not eating ice cream right now
>Snowdrop smiles at you in a mocking way
>"You're not going to sleep with that thing on tonight, are you?," she asks
"No," you respond hastily
>You WOULD, though
>Because HE put it on you, and taking it off seems wrong
>But you understand that's being silly, and you have to take it off
>Even if you don't want to
>Until he comes back
>"Is somepony leaving us to go home with her new master?," a teasing voice asks from behind you
>Skydancer
>"I was just cracking on her for it," Snowdrop says. "No need for you to pile on"
>"It looks very pretty on you," Skydancer says 
"Thanks"
>You'd trust her opinion on what's pretty because she's so pretty herself
>A cream colored pegasus with a blond mane and beautiful blue eyes
>She's older than the rest of you 
>Barely a filly anymore - almost no fluff left on her - she could get her cutie mark any second now
>Yet she's still first pick in the salon, and she has the most regualrs of any of the girls
>And she gets her own room on the same floor as Madam's office, so you almost never see her in the dorm
>"So I heard you two got to know each other a little better today," she says
Snowdrop responds, "Yeah, and I can tell you she's totally straight"
>"Are you sure?," Skydancer responds. "Maybe you're just not as good as I am"
>Once again the conversation seems to be going over your head
>"I'm good enough to know that's not her thing," Snowdrop says, a little defensively
>Skydancer turns to you and says, "So when Snowdrop sexed you it didn't feel good?"
"It felt fine, just a little boring. But I pretended I was eating something good"
>"So you didn't cum?," Sky asks
"Cum?," you say, surprised. "I'm just a filly, not a mare in heat or a... man"
"Fillies can cum. I bet Snowdrop came when you sexed her"
>Snowdrop blushes
>So that wasn't acting?!
"But she didn't make a mess!"
>She did seem wetter by the end, though
>"Fillies don't make a mess like mares do," Sky says
>Snowdrop chimes in, "Do a show with Sky and you'll see a filly make a mess! Up close!"
>Now it's Sky's turn to blush, but she gives you the bedroom eyes anyway
>"Or you could just knock on my door and I'll show you in private. I bet I can make you cum, too"
>"She's totally straight," Snowdrop says turning to you. "What's the hottest thing you can think of?"
>Now it's your turn to blush
>But that's an easy question, because it happened today
>You gesture with a hoof to the collar around your neck
"HE put this on me and told me I was his. Then I called him master while I felt him finish inside me"
>You're blushing really hard now
"It made me feel really good... down there"
>"That's pretty straight. Now what if a good looking stallion had done the same thing AND said he was putting a foal in you?"
>You shiver
"I'd probably melt"
>Snowdrop smiles victoriously
>"It doesn't GET straighter than that, Sky"
>Skydancer tosses her head and turns to leave
>"You know where to find me if you're ever curious," she says, walking out of the dorm
>Once she's gone you ask Snowdrop the question you didn't want to ask in front of Skydancer
"What does it mean that I'm straight?"
>"It means you're like most ponies. Mares who like stallions and stallions who like mares are straight"
"And a filly who likes a man?"
>"He's got stallion parts, doesn't he? So it's straight. Stallions who like stallions and mares who like mares are not straight"
"So Sky is not straight?"
>"She's a filly who likes fillies, and she'll probably grow up to be a mare with a taste for fillies - not straight at all"
>You realize how funny that is
>Skydancer is the most popular with the clients
>But if she had any choice in the matter SHE'D be sexing fillies, not men!
>Now that you're thinking about fillies sexing fillies you have to ask Snowdrop
"You came when I sexed you today. I thought you were acting, but you weren't. Does that mean you're not straight?"
>"I just appreciate a gentle touch whenever I can get it, even if it's from you"
"So I did all right?"
>"You got me off"
>You're proud of yourself for that
"So when you said you didn't want Me asking YOU for favors in the middle of the night..."
>She blushes
"I wouldn't ask a filly as straight as you for that. Not when Sky is ALWAYS willing"
>She adds, "Of course now she's all jealous that I got a piece of you and she didn't"
"Got a piece of me," you laugh
>"Well, I did," she says
"Then can you help me with this?," you say gesturing to your collar
"I don't want to sleep in it, but I can't bring myself to..."
>She gently removes the collar from you and places on your pillow
>Then she kisses you very softly on the cheek
>"Goodnight, filly"
 
>Be filly
>In the room where you see clients
>With a client who seems very nervous
>Usually they're excited, or even impatient
>But this guy looks like he wants to be anyplace but here
>He is a new client - this is his first time here
>So maybe that's it
>You're not used to having to take the lead in this situation
>But with him you feel you have to
>Or he'll just stand there uncomfortably looking at you
>You rub against him like a cat
"If you're tense I can help you relax"
>He seems shocked
>"But you're just a baby!"
>That's mean
"I'm not a foal!," you say trying not to sound hostile even though you feel insulted. "I'm a filly!"
>"But in your world you'd be considered a child?"
>YOUR world?
"I was born here. I'm considered a filly, not a child"
>"Listen. I'm not going to hurt you, and I'm not going to do any of the aswful things other men do to you"
"Then what do you want to do? I can do stuff to you"
>"We can talk, right?"
>Madam told you sometimes the clients just want someone to listen to them, and that was OK
"Sure"
>"Do you believe in God?"
"I don't know. Should I?"
>"I believe in God," he continues. "And you're here, so He brought you here for a reason."
"Are you talking about me, or all the ponies here?"
>"Both. Somehow you're part of God's plan, though I'm sure what goes on in this place can't be part of it"
>You've got nothing to say, because you really don't understand what he's talking about
>But it seems very important to him, so you keep quiet and let him continue
>"I believe you have souls, and He brought you from your godless world so your souls could be saved"
>You don't know what soul means
>But you're increasingly comfortable in conversations where you don't really understand what's happening
>Obviously a soul is something you save
"So you're here to save my soul?"
>He smiles at you
>"Yes, you poor thing. That's what I'm here to try to do"
"I don't know if this is part of it or not, but... You know butt stuff is extra ri-"
>He turns very pale and interrupts you
>"That is NOT part of it. I'm not going to touch you. The Good News is what will save you"
>He reaches into his coat pocket and pulls out a book
>"Can you read?"
"Yes," you lie
>You like to think you can read because you can recognize a few words
>But you can't actually read
>He hands the book to you, and you take it in your mouth, then carefully place it on the nightstand by the bed
>"Read the word of God, accept Jesus Christ as your personal savior and your soul will be saved"
>The only times you ever hear the words 'God' and 'Jesus Christ' are right before some men finish
>But this guy said he isn't going to touch you
>How can he finish without touching you?
>Maybe just on your face?
>He hasn't even taken his thing out yet
>You really don't know what's going on, but you feel safe so you guess it's OK
>"Once you've read the Good News share it with others like you"
"OK, I will," you lie
>He starts toward the door of the room, like he's going to leave
"You're not gonna finish?"
>He looks disgusted
>"That's not what I came here to do"
"Well you paid for it anyways, so before you go I could, you know, with my mouth? Since you saved my soul, and all"
>There's a look in his eyes you've never seen in a man before
>It isn't lust, which you've come to recognize 
>Nor is it the dopey, cuddly look many of them get after
>This looks like...
>Horror?
>You only see a second or so of it before he's out the door
>That was your quickest and easiest client, ever
>You thought you were starting to understand them, but this guy proves you understand nothing
>And it's probably something you should tell Madam about
 
>Be filly
>Sitting in Madam's office
>As soon as you showed her the book and told her what happened she called in the guard
>He's a bald man with huge arms and shoulders, and a little belly that hangs over his belt
>"Well," ha says, "some idiots spent a lot of money to get a Bible to a filly who can't even read it"
>"That's not what worries me," Madam replies. "Discretion is a big part of what we're selling here"
>He nods. "And if idiots could find us so easily, smarter people who could be more of a problem for us could"
>"Protesters with cameras could destroy our business," madam says
>I'll keep an eye out for that," the guard says. "And, of course, let the owners know"
"He didn't say anything about protesting," you say, trying to help. "He said he wanted to save my soul. What's a soul?"
>Madam sighs. "A made up thing some humans think they have"
>"My mother would take issue with that," the guard responds
>Madam smiles. "And how would she react if she knew exactly what kind of security you provide?"
>"Point taken," he responds
>"I'm not worried about the missionary types, nor the anti-slavery activists - there just aren't that many of them," Madam says
>"Then what are you worried about?," the guard asks
?"Moral outrage from those who see the services we provide as being too... youthful"
>"Yeah. ANY press for a business like this would be..." the guard begins.
>"Catastrophic," madam finishes. "And truth is in Equestria I NEVER would have considered working girls THIS young"
>"Well," the guard says hesitantly, "In Equestria you were a citizen, and your girls were citizens..."
>He looks a little awkward saying this to Madam's face, but continues:
>"Here you're all private property. Big difference"
>"More than you know," Madam relies sadly
>"Besides the owners' lawyers made sure everything here was on the up and up before opening the place"
>"I'm aware," Madam replies. "But just because something is legal doesn't mean it won't cause outrage"
>She adds, "Easpecially among fanatics"
>"Though," the guard says softly, "I don't think you'd have to be a fanatic to sympathise with that outrage"
>He continues, "I've seen it firsthand, so I know how well every pony is treated. But some housewife hearing about this?"
>"Especially," Madam responds, "when some of our clients could be their husbands"
"Did I do the right thing, Madam?"
>"You did. You're a good girl. Take the rest of the night off"
 
>You have the night off, but of course there's nopony else in the dorms
>So you eventually find yourself on the floor where the work rooms are
>In the hallway by the guard
>He's sitting on his chair, like always, eating
>You approach him
>He looks up at you
"So you and Madam think souls are nonsense, but your mother doesn't?"
>"I went to Catholic school," he responds. "I believed all that stuff until I hit the age of reason"
"Age of reason?"
>"Yeah. Just a little older than you are right now. When a boy starts becoming a man?"
"Or a filly becoming a mare?"
>"That exactly. It all started sounding like fairy tales to me. Fairy tales that told me how I was supposed to act"
"So believing you have a soul means you have to act a certain way?"
>"Oh yeah," he says. "If you believe that stuff it's not just about how you act. What you THINK counts, too"
>Then he adds, "If you want to avoid Eternal Damnation"
"What?!"
>"The idea of a soul is that when you die it's only your body. Your..."
>He fishes around for the word
>"...consciousness lives on forever. If you were good it lives forever in paradise, and if you weren't..."
"What then?"
>"The opposite," he says grimly
"So having a soul means part of you lives forever, but whether that's good or bad depends on whether you are good or bad?"
>"Hey, you're not only cute, you're pretty quick on the uptake," he says, running a greasy hand down your mane
>You smile at him anyways
>You never talked to the guard before
>He seems nice
>You decide you like him
>"The hard part is that being good isn't just about what you do. You could be good and think bad things and still that would make you bad"
"That doesn't sound fair"
>"I didn't think so, either. Eapecially as a young man. If I looked at a pretty girl how could I believe what I was thinking was wrong?"
>That you understand now!
>THAT'S why the man who gave you the book today seemed so horrified
>Because if he even thought about you the way every other man around here thinks of you his soul would be...
>Or he believed it would be...
>Stuck in some awful place for all eternity
"That's horrible!," you say, just contimplating the idea that what you think could get you in trouble
>"I wish my mother thought like you do," he says. "Would have been easier growing up"
>It's funny
>You feel smart talking to the guard, or at least wise
>Even though talking to Snowdrop makes you feel stupid sometimes
>Because there are a lot of things you don't know
>But the guard knows a lot more things that she does and STILL likes how you think
>You've never interacted with a man like this before
>He takes a bite of his very large sandwich
>And he sees you watching him
>"You want a taste?," he asks with his mouth full
>You're not sure
>You know some human food is poison
>And a lot of the rest isn't, but it's still not very good for ponies
>Sensing your concern he says, "I get it without onions, so it won't hurt you. Sometimes Madam even takes a taste"
>He breaks off a chunk in his powerful hand, and extends it to you
>"Ponies love salt," he says with a wink. "You'll like it. It's salty"
>You nibble the chunk of sandwich from his hand
>"Italian cold cut hoagie. Or sub. Or hero. Or whatever you wanna call it. Good as it gets, regardless"
>The textures all seem weird and wrong. And it's SUPER rich. But it's AMAZINGLY salty!
"Oh...," you hear yourself moaning as you chew it
>"Yeah? I thought you might like that"
>He watches you enjoy it with a sense of pride on his face
>You really are enjoying it
"So salty!," you gasp
>"That's probably why I hafta take blood pressure pills, but yeah. I know what's good, right?"
"Oh yes"
>He laughs
>"You know," he says conspiratorily, "I could get you a little one of these. Like a half."
"You could?"
>"Sure. But it would have to be between us. I don't want Madam upset at me for getting you treats I shouldn't"
"So, like a secret?"
>"Yeah. Of course I'd want something in return"
>It doesn't take too much to figure our where the guard is going with this
>He is a MAN, after all
"You wanna sex me?"
>He looks down at the ground
>"Well I see all these guys coming here paying top dollar to, you know..."
>Poor guard
>Having to see all the men coming here to feel good while never getting anypony to make him feel good
"It's OK! You're as good as any of those guys. Better because you keep us safe, too. Of course you can sex me"
>"It has to be a secret," he says in a serious tone
"Just like the sandwich you're gonna get me?"
>He nods
"Deal!"
>He leads you to his bathroom at the end of the hall
>And that's how you almost, but not quite went a day without getting sexed at the brothel
 
>Be filly 
>On yor bed, munching away on the treat the guard got you 
>"What stinks in here?," Snowdrop says as she enters the dorm. "Smells like the guard's dinner"
>You can't answer with your mouth full
>"Did a client buy you that?"
>You nod
>It's sort of the truth
>"Are you sure it's safe to eat? A lot of human food is poisonous?"
>You swallow
"He said there were no onions on it, so it was fine"
>"What is it?"
"An Italian cold cut hoagie"
>"Is it good?"
"It's weird, and very strong. But salty and good. Have a taste"
>You offer the sandwich to her
>Her eyes go wide
>"You're going to share FOOD with me?!"
"It's really rich, and there's a lot of it. If I ate it all I don't think I'd feel too good. And you're my friend, so..."
>She takes the sandwich from you and examines it
>"What's in it?"
"There's bread, lettuce with some kind of tangy dressing on it, a couple kinds of meat, and I think the white stuff is cheese"
>"Definitely NOT pony food"
"Nope, but try it"
>Snowdrop takes a tentative nibble
>"So salty!"
"Yup. Take a few bites. It's really big."
>She's practically quivering in delight
>"This can't be good for you," she says with a big smile on her face. "This is naughty food"
"And the guard eats one twice the size of this almost every day"
>"Humans can eat a lot of things we can't"
"I don't think it's so good for him, either. He said he has to take pills because of it"
>"When were you talking to the guard?"
"Last night when Madam gave me the night off. I wanted to tell you the story, but I fell asleep before you got back"
>She giggles. "This isn't from a client, is it? You sexed the guard!"
>You feel the blush hit your cheeks
"He was nice, and I felt sorry for him"
>"Well it's not a big deal as long as you didn't get caught and Madam doesn't find out"
"You're not going to tell her, are you?"
>"Not after you just shared THIS with me," she says, handing the sandwich to you
"Take another bite then. That's still more than I think I can eat"
>She does
>"So how'd you get the night off?," she asks with a mouth full of sandwich
"Right! That's what I wanted to tell you. A new client came and didn't want to sex me. He just gave me a book instead!"
>"What for. You can't READ, can you?"
"Only a little. Like I know what some words look like, but not most of them"
>"So why would a client do that?"
"He said he wanted to save my soul. Which Madam and the guard say is a made up thing, but it's really important to some people"
You add, "They think it's a piece of you that lives forever in either paradise or the opposite..."
"As long as you do AND think what the book tells you to"
>"That sounds like humans wishing they had magic"
"Maybe that's it? They don't have magic so they write books that let them pretend they do. When the guard..."
>"Your new coltfriend!," she interrupts, with a giggle
"Shhh. When the guard explained it to me it sounded like some really horrible kind of magic. But he and Madam both said it wasn't real"
>"So it's like a game they play?"
"No. Some of them believe it's real. And Madam is afraid that could be a problem for us"
>"How?"
"I didn't get it exactly. Something about protesters ruining us because discretion is part of the business"
>Snowdrop frowns
"I told them the client said nothing about protesting, just about the book saving my soul. And to share it with everypony else"
>"Weird."
"What does discretion mean?"
>"Keeping secrets. Like you and the guard"
>That makes sense
>Unlike you, the clients have lives outside of the brothel
>That means some of them must have wives and families
>Who wouldn't be happy about them sexing fillies on the side
"OH wow! I think I get it"
>"Get what?"
"Why Madam and the guard seemed so concerned about the client with the book"
>"What do you think?"
"Clients come here because we have discretion. They want it to be a secret that they come here"
"But if people who don't care about discretion find out about this place..."
>"It won't be a secret anymore," Snowdrop finishes your thought. "I've got regulars who tell me about how they're trapped with awful wives"
"Do you?"
>"Yeah, a couple. Imagine how more awful those wives wouold be to them if they found out they were sexing fillies"
"And men like us so much I wouldn't be surprised if women were jealous just because they can't be as cute as we are'
>"Well have you actually SEEN them? The prettiest woman is MAYBE as pretty as the plainest mare or filly. That's why the men come to us"
"I almost feel sorry for them"
 
>Be filly
>You had a pretty typical morning
>You and Snowdrop did laundry - mostly sheets from the work rooms and towels
>Lunch was supposed to be oats and an apple, but they ran out of apples, so you got carrots
>Snowdrop gave you half of her apple in return for a carrot
>Some of the girls snickered at that
>But they know you're not like Skydancer
>You don't look at other fillies THAT way
>Truth is you don't look at anypony that way
>You WOULD love for your "master" to take you home so you could be HIS
>Just so you could feel like you belonged to someone
>But you don't really think about it like THAT
>But you have been spending a lot of time on her bed, giggling, talking and sometimes snuggling each other
>Which is nice
>It's really good to have a friend
>Somepony to laugh with and touch in a way that has nothing to do with a man finishing, which is most of the touches in your day
>You're walking toward the salon, because that part of the day is about to start
>In the hallway you pass the guard, just arriving for work
>He's nice
>"Hey! The other day, when that client gave you that book?"
"Yeah?"
>"If any other client does something like that, or starts talking to you about God or Jesus Christ call me"
"Ok, no problem"
>"Tell the other girls, too."
"But I don't call you if they just say 'Jesus' or 'Oh God' over and over when they're about to finish, right?"
>He laughes
>"No, that's OK"
>He reaches his enormous hand down to pat your head, and uses a finher than thumb to scratch an ear
>It feels nice, so you push up against him
>"I like you," he says. "You're not just cute, you're pretty funny, too."
"I know why you like me," you say as you feel a naughty smile break out on your face
"You like me because I made you feel good," you whisper
>He looks a little uncomfortable
>"That's our secret," he says in a hushed voice
"I know. And I have to keep it if I ever want a treat like a sandwich again"
>He relaxes and resumes scratching your ear
>But you can't stop smiling
>Here you are, a filly
>Not a powerful creature at all, really
>Just a piece of property, like you've been told all your life
>And here's a man - and not just any man, but a strong one
>Who is now absent mindedly scratching your ear in a pleasant way
>But you FEEL it - YOU have some kind of power over him
>It's because you let him sex you, when neither of you were supposed to do that
>So now you have a secret to share
>But it's more than that
>You KNOW he likes you and would probably be very happy to do it again
>And whether or not that happens seems to be up to you, as far as you can tell
>Which gives YOU power over HIM
>You've never felt anything in your life like this before
>It's both naughty and exciting
>And you're pretty sure this is NOT being a good girl
>It's probably being bad
>But it's probably OK as long as nopony finds out
>At the sound of hooves coming toward you the guard hastily removes his hand from your head
>"So be sure to tell the other girls to call me if anythng like that happens again," he says
"Sure"
>The pony coming toward you is Snowdrop
>She gives you a smirk, and you join her in walking down to the salon
>Time for work
>It turns out you don't have to tell the other girls about this new situation where you have to call the guard
>Madam is waiting in the salon and makes the announcement herself
>Some of the girls are confused by this
>Madam explains, "Sometimes a client might not be a real client. You'll know because they won't do what everybody else comes here for"
>The girls all giggle
>Madam continues, "Instead they'll talk to you about their religious cult. People like that here could be bad for business"
>Most of the girls nod
"And as long as business is good things can stay the way they are," she says. "And let's face it, girls. things aren't bad here at all. So let's keep it that way"
>Madam is right
>You might not LIKE doing chores all day and having men sex you all night
>But you've heard stories about fillies who work in factories or on farms, sometimes being worked to DEATH
>And you're pretty certain no man is going to SEX you to death
>Not with the guard looking out for all of you
>You were scared when you first got here
>But like Snowdrop and Madam said it's really not bad here
>Everyone - both the clients and everypony at the brothel seems to like you
>In one way or another
>And sometimes you even feel special
 
>Be filly
>Sobbing in your bed
>HE came again today
>And it didn't go well at all
>Because you asked a question you really didn't want to know the answer to
>But you held it together after he left
>And for your remaining clients
>Now back in the dorm you've lost it entirely
>Snowdrop is next to you, her forelegs wrapped around you as she tries to comfort you
>But you can't stop sobbing
"I'm so stupid. I can't believe I'm such an idiot"
>"It's OK," she says. "You didn't know any better. He was your first, after all"
"But how stupid was I to believe it?"
>"Not stupid," she replies. "Just naive"
"What's naive?"
>"When you don't know how things work because you have no experience"
"That's me then, but I still feel stupid"
>"What did you say, exactly?"
"I asked when he was going to take me home and be my master for real"
>"Then what?"
"He seemed a little mad, and said if he could make that happen it would have happened already"
>You feel the tears about to start again
>You can't hold them back
"It's never going to happen. I was just an idiot for believing it would," you sob
>"ANY of us would jump at the chance to have a kind master take us home with him"
"But it doesn't happen. And it was mean of him to make me think it could"
>"Make you think what?," says a voice from across the room
>Skydancer
>"Oh you poor thing!," she says as she approaches and sees the state you're in. "What happened?"
>You burst into sobs again
>You feel a wing gently brush against you
>Snodrop speaks up, "Her regular, the one who paid extra to be her first and bought her the collar?"
>"Did he hurt her?," Skydancer asks
"No," you manage to blurt. "I was an idiot"
>You don't want to keep crying, but you can't stop yourself
>"She just realized," Snowdrop says softly, "that the whole master thing was roleplay"
>Skydancer sighs
>"I'm sure it's more than that," she says. "I'm sure this guy really wants to be your master"
>That sounds hopeful
"You think?"
>"Of course. I'd bet ALL of your clients wish they could be your master. This guy is just honest about it"
"What makes you say that?"
>"What man wouldn't want to be your master?," Skydancer replies. 
>"I'd even want to be your master if I could," she says with a little laugh
>You never thought about that
>Snowdrop releases you and speaks up, "Our clients are men who want to be masters, but can't, for whatever reason"
>"Either they're not wealthy enough," Skydancer adds, "Or they have disapproving wives"
>Snowdrop counters, "Which is why they pay to come here and sex us"
>"It's more than that," Skydancer responds. "They're paying for the fantasy of having their own filly, if just for half an hour"
>She continues, "Which is why you can't believe anything they tell you. Everything that happens here is their fantasy"
"So he really WANTS to be my master, he just can't?"
>That seems a lot better than him just toying with you
>"Of course he does," Snowdrop replies quickly
>Skydancer nods
>You still feel stupid for believing it could actually happen
>That someday he was going to take you home
>But now you feel sad for him as well
>He wants to be your master as much as you want to be his
>And coming to see you once a week is the closest to that as he's ever going to get
>It's heartbreaking all around
>"I once had a client ask me to marry him," Skydancer says
>You don't feel like laughing at all, but can't help it
>"No way!," Snowdrop says, giggling. "What did you say?"
>"I told him yes," she replies. "Then he told me about how we'd run away to an island somewhere where he'd let me fly free"
>She looks down a little sadly
>"He had it all worked out," she continues. "It sounded so perfect. I would have loved to believe it, even if just for a second"
"Well I did believe it until today," you say
>"That's OK," Skydancer says softly, gently brushing a wing against you. "Now you know better"
"It hurts, though"
>"Men can hurt us in a lot of ways," she replies, "but they can only break our hearts if we let them"
>"That's pretty good," Snowdrop says
>"I didn't make it up," Skydancer replies. "One of the girls who aged out before you got here told me that"
"Aged out?"
>"Yeah," Skydancer replies. "Gonna happen to me soon, too. When you can't pass for a filly you get sent to work at a place where the clients prefer mares"
>"Not being around fillies anymoreis going to be tough for you," Snowdrop says with what almost sounds like sympathy
>"Well, you'll just have to give me a proper send-off when that time comes," Skydancer coos
>You still feel sad, stupid and disappointed
>But you no longer feel like crying
>Instead you make a promise to yourself
>When a new girl replaces Skydancer you're going to take her aside
>And tell her that men can only break your heart if you let them
>So she knows not to let them
 
>Be filly
>A week has gone by since the last time HE visited
>A lot has changed
>You're not as naive as you were
>You understand what the relationship actually is
>A fantasy both of you desperately want, but only get to have once a week
>You were kind of a dumb little filly to think it was more than that
>But it's still not something you want to lose, even if it's not exactly what you thought it was
>So when Madam told you he was coming in today at 7 you put on your collar and waited
>And when he walks through the door you ask:
"Permission to speak, master?"
>He nods
"I was a bad girl last week, being demanding of you. I'm sorry, master. But still, I should be punished"
>His eyes widen
>"And HOW do you think I should punish you?"
>You know this is playing with fire
>But you also know the guard is right outside in the hallway
>And he knows that, too
"With your belt, master. You should whip me with your belt"
>Immediately there's a bulge just below his belt, tipping you off that you said the right thing
>Thanks Snowdrop for that detail
>You never would have come up with that on your own
>He unbuckles his belt while you hold your breath
>"I SHOULD whip you with my belt, because you WERE a bad girl," he says, "but I won't..."
>Then he undoes his pants
>And you can exhale
>His thing looks like a rocket ready to launch off of his body
>You don't remember where you saw a rocket launch
>But if he were on his back it would look EXACTLY like that, minus the smoke
>"I'll just take it out on you like this," he says, grabbing your flank
>He's much more aggressive than usual
>Still not really rough, though
>But forcefull enough that he finishes really quickly
>And when he does you say:
"Thank you, master. I'll be a good girl from now on"
>In seconds he gathers you into his arms, almost smothering you with kisses and cuddles
>THIS is where your fantasies are the same
>And now you know, or you think you know it's the only part to let yourself feel with him
>Safe or not it feels good
>Like you HAVE a master
>Pretty quickly you realize the rocket is ready for another round
>He puts you down and gives you a look that shows a moment's insecurity
>OF COURSE!
>That's extra
>Not for HIM it isn't
>You raise your tail and present to hin
"I'm yours, master"
>He more gentle, like usual the second time
>And while you're sure this is going to go over the half hour you're supposed to spend with him Madam won't give you any trouble
>He's your regular
>Even if he can't be your master
>And you can't help but cry a little when he finishes in you for the second time
 
>Be filly
>You have ice cream
>And even with the lube you're still a little sore from it
>But is wasn't as horrible as you feared
>It felt somewhere between pooping backwards and being split in two
>Fortunately the client finished quickly
>But you really don't understand it
>Why he purpousely put his thing in the wrong place when the right one is there next to it?
>Maybe it's the thrill of doing something wrong?
>That you can understand
>After all, you sexed the guard for a sandwich made of salty meat and cheese
>That was wrong in a bunch of ways
>Yet it was also a little thrilling
>Because you weren't doing something you were told to do
>You were just doing something because you COULD do it, even though you weren't supposed to
>Maybe that's why the client wanted to put his thing up your wrong hole
>Because he could
>Maybe if you had a thing like that you'd want to stick it anywhere it could fit
>Or almost fit
>It's still super gross though
>And it hurt, but you just imagined you were someplace else, and it was over soon enough
>That's not true
>There's no way it could have been over soon enough
>But you were brave, like you're supposed to be
>And now you're eating ice cream
>But something even more importand than that happened today
>HIM
>Your pretend master
>Everything seems good between the two of you now
>Snowdrop helped you understand the psychology of it
>Which you had totally misread because you were naive
>But it was thrilling today because you took a risk
>And that was even more brave than earning your ice cream
>Which you've just about finished by the time Snowdrop gets back tot he dorm
>She looks at the bowl
>"So you finally got to be a brave little filly. You OK?"
"Yeah. It hurt and it was gross, just like you said. But HE came today, too."
>"Did you tell him what we worked out?"
"Yep. Even the bit about how he should whip me with his belt"
>"I can't believe you actually said that to him. What was his reaction?"
"He agreed, but said he wasn't going to. Then he sexed me rally aggressively"
>"That's good, right?"
"What's good is how tender he was after"
>"I bet. So the apology and asking for punishment got over last time's awarkness?"
"Smoothed it right over. But I'm confused now. Does that mean the idea of whipping me turns him on?"
>"I don't think so. Men who are into that kind of thing can just go to a brothel that allows it"
>You cringe
>Getting fucked up your ass is bad enough
>Imagine having to take a whipping or a beating?
"I feel sorry for the girls who work in places like that"
>"I'm just glad I'm not one of them"
"So if he didn't actually want to whip me why did me saying he should turn him on so much?"
>"Commitment. You saying he shoulkd punish you shows you're committed to being his slave. You're staying in character"
"That's where I fucked up by asking when he was taking me home. Acting like it was real when I should have been pretending for him"
>"You didn't know any better"
"It should have been obvious"
>"The belt was a nice detail. I'm proud of that. And of you for having ther guts to use it"
"The guard was more or less right outside the door, and HE knew that as well."
>"Still gutsy. I wish I could have heard you asking him to whip you with his belt"
"Does that turn YOU on, Snowdrop?"
>"You asking to be whipped? Maybe... yes," she blushes. "I don't know why, but I think it's totally hot"
"You're a pervert!"
 
>Be filly
>The conversation with Snowdrop just took an interesting turn
"So me getting hurt turns you on?"
>"No way," she says, blushing. "If anypony, or worse MAN hurt you I'd want to see them suffer for it"
"So what about it turns you on?"
>You don't understand this at all
>Then again nothing really turns you on
>Beyond the idea of having a master of your own
>Or a stallion putting a foal in you, and you're probably still to young for that to even be possible
>But it sounds really hot
>And maybe someday one of those things might actually happen
>That's definitely exciting
>But as things are the cuddles and affection are still the things you like best
>Because you've never actually... finished
>You know fillies can, though, because Snowdrop did when you and her did the show together
>Though at the time you just assumed she was acting, because you were
>"It's you ASKING to be hurt," she continues, "even though you don't really want it because you KNOW it's sexy"
>That's messed up
>Some of the stuff in Snowdrop's head is as weird as what goes through a man's
>And part of you is excited by testing those waters
>Because it's the same kind of rush of power you felt with the guard
"So if I told you I wanted you to take a belt and whip my flank as hard as you could..."
>"Stop. Now you're just being mean"
"And when I screamed and started crying I wanted you to do it again"
>She blushing and starting to squirm
>"Don't do this to me!"
"And I want you to keep whipping me as I beg you to stop, crying and screaming"
>"Now you're being cruel!"
"Until I collapse in uncontrollable sobs, my flanks red, and you land one last strike for good measure"
>"Buck," she says as she gets up and starts walking toward the door
"Where are you going?"
>She shoots you an angry look, her face is totally red
>"You just got me all worked up, and I know you have no real interest in finishing what you started. Skydancer will be happy to"
"Really? That just got you so worked up that you're gonna go sex her?"
>You're kind of in disbelief
>You've accepted that you have this kind of power over men - like the guard
>But you never thought of Snowdrop like that
>"If you ever do this to me again YOU'RE finishing the job, like it or not!"
>She's really squrming now
"I'm sorry. Really, Snowdrop. I won't do it again."
>You can't help but giggle a little at the sight of her all worked up over things you just said
>It seems so wrong, yet there she is
>"If you're going to treat me like a toy I expect you to be my toy in return"
"I got it. I'm sorry. I really didn't believe it, you know? I thought you were pulling my leg"
>"We all end up with kinks. But if cruelty turns out to be one of yours we're gonna have a friendship problem"
"I said I'm sorry. I can take care of you if you want."
>"Don't worry about it. Skydancer will be more enthusiastic anyways. Bad enough you know what I'll be thinking about while she does"
>You do know
>Your friend Showdrop yearns for gentle touches
>You know this because you have spent hours cuddling with her
>But she's excited by somepony else asking for sexual violence
>That doesn't make sense
>Like so many other things
>You DID treat her like a toy when you're supposed to be her friend, though
>You shouldn't have done that to her
>Does that make you cruel?
>You don't know
>You do know not to do it again unless you want a face full of her fillyhood
>Which is only fair, but you don't really have any interest in that
>You just what to be her friend, even though you weren't a good friend just now
"Really, Snowdrop, I'm sorry," you shout after her as she leaves the dorm
>Pretty convenient Skydancer has her own room
>Actually you realize that's probably not a coincidence
 
>After Snowdrop left you ran down to the work floor to see if the guard was still around
>Of course he wasn't
>He's out of here the moment the last customer leaves
>But you know he can help you make things right with Snowdrop
>Tomorrow you'll ask him
>There's nowhere else to go
>So you go back to the dorm
>And there's no way to avoid her because her bed is next to yours
>Toying with her wasn't a very nice thing to do
>In your defense you never expected her to think anything you did or said was hot
>Like a man - or Skydancer - would think
>The whole sex thing makes everypony act weird
>But it's what you do now
>And you're learning that while it opens up a lot of exploitable opportunities
>You don't have to take them all
>Just because you CAN
>Even though that's sometimes exciting
>Probably better not to be a total...
>Whorse?
>That's what you are now, isn't it?
>You work at a brothel
>Sexing men all day
>You ARE a whorse!
>That's what everypony here at the brothel is
>That's what being a good girl here means
>So of course you're acting like one
>But you don't want to hurt your friend
>And you're afraid you did
>When she finally comes back she's a lot less agitated
>As you take in a breath to apologize again to her she says:
>"Don't talk. I'm better now. Of course I had to explain to Skydancer WHY I was all hot and bothered out of nowhere"
>Snowdrop adds, "She definitely wants a piece of you before she has to leave. Even though she knows you're not into it"
>She wants a piece of you
>Like the whorse you are
>You WANT to say something, but you decide to let her have this moment
>You're starting to realize you probably talk more than enough
>Just because you CAN
>You nod instead
>There's probably a way to turn Skydancer wanting to sex you to your advantage somehow
>But now is not the time to think about that
>You have tomorrow
>And top priority tomorrow is making things right with Snowdrop
>Your friend
>Before you think about anything else
 
>Next day you make it a point to find the guard as soon as he arrives
"Can you help me get some sugar cubes?," you whisper  him in the hallway
>"Sure I can," he replies, smiling. "What's it worth to you?"
"Well, I sexed you for half a sandwich, which I'm guessing costs a lot less than what clients here pay"
>"You're right. It costs ME a lot less than what clients pay. But it's priceless to you"
>Good point
>The guard is smart
>But you're feeling pretty smart, too
"This... relationship we have... it could be an ongoing thing"
>"I'm all ears"
>That strikes you as funny, because he can't even move his
>But you supress the giggle
"I fucked things up with Snowdrop. She's my best friend. I need some sugar cubes for a good apology"
>"well, I need... a blowjob"
>He's taking advantage
>You can bargain this, because you sense how much he wants it
"Sugar cubes tomorrow, blowjob next available moment after... and you owe me a little favor on top of that?"
>"A little one, sure"
"And do you HAVE to finish in my mouth?"
>He smiles and tousles your mane
>"Right down your little throat"
>You smile back at him
"Then it won't be a little favor. The sugar cubes are the little favor"
>"You're hardly in the position to call the shots here"
"I'm guessing sugar cubes are easy, right? And a blowjob without anypony finding out about it is harder, right?"
>He laughs
>"You're gonna be a madam someday, aren't you?"
>You never thought of that before
>You're just a filly
>You'd have to learn to read and do numbers enough to do the ledger, like Madam does
>But you're sure you COULD do that, someday
>Maybe SHE could show you how, if you let her know you were interested in helping out that way
"Sugar cubes tomorrow?"
>"Blowjob in the next coule of days?"
"And another favor sometime after that?"
>"You drive a hard bagrain, but yeah"
 
>Be filly
>You were right that the sugar cubes would be easy for the guard to get
>He got you a whole box of them
>You put then in the drawer of your nightstand next to your collar after taking four out
>You guess that's the right number for an apology
>You really nave no idea about this
>Of course he demanded his blowjob before giving you the sugar
>Which really amounted to him fucking your face in his bathroom while telling you over and over what a good little girl you were
>Which you know is a lie, but he seemed to like saying it
>After he finished you had a close call
>If you'd come out of the bathroom a few seconds later one of the other girls would have seen you
>And there really was no reason for you to be in there
>But your secret is safe for now
>And the guard still owes you one, which is a very useful thing
>Hopefully this will make things right with Snowdrop
>She's been quiet to you for the last two days
>You can't be a jerk to her again, ever
>Not even a little bit
>Having a friend is WAY too important of a thing to fuck up
>Even though you sometimes feel like being a little mean, don't
>Nopony likes a mean filly
>And you don't want to be one
>You have your little speech all rehearsed in your head
>When she finally comes back to the dorm you start
"Snowdrop, you shared something personal with me and I was mean to you. That's not being a friend. I'm sorry."
>She's trying to avoid eye contact, but she sees the sugar cubes on your outstretched hoof
>"Sugar cubes?!," she gasps. "Who did you have to blow to get those?"
"You know who"
>"No way! You are so bad! You're gonna get caught if you keep doing this"
"I almost did. But I wanted something to show you how serious I am. I'm sorry and I won't be mean to you again"
>"You blew the guard just to apologize to me with shugar cubes?"
"Yeah. You're my friend, and I didn't treat you like a friend, and I don't want you to be mad at me anymore"
>"Looks like me and him got the better end of that deal," she says with a giggle, taking the cubes from your hoof
"Worth it to me as long as I'm forgiven"
>She sighs
>"Of course I forgive you. But you gotta be careful. We're supposed to look out for each other, and you know what that felt like?"
"What?"
>"The moment you HAD something on me you used it to be mean. And that's NOT looking out for each other"
"Not my best moment. And now I've got Skydancer gunning for my flank"
>She giggles some more
>"She's not a monster, though," she says a little whistfully. "She won't do anything to you that you don't LET her do"
"I know. I don't want to let her do anything to me. But she's still one of us. Even if she likes us the same way men do"
>"Maybe even more. But we look out for each other, regardless"
She smiles and adds, "Besides, if I couldn't get you to enjoy sex with another filly I doubt she can. Unless you have a wing fetish?"
"Isn't that racist?"
>"What turns you on doesn't always follow the rules. You'll see. You might not have any kinks yet, but you will soon"
"What makes you so sure?"
>"You can't do what we do every night and NOT pick some up."
"Well I'll let you know when I do"
>"I'm SURE you will," she says with another giggle, "And here's hoping it's not a crazy fixation for guards!"
>You feel yourself blush
"Twice! I've only done it twice"
>"That's two more times than I have!"
"He's nice"
>"I know it feels like you're taking agvantage of him, but it's really the other way around. Just sayin'"
"How do you figure?"
>"Men pay A LOT of money to sex us. You're worth a lot more than a sandwich or some sugar cubes. Really, a lot more"
>You nod
>"And when you do just give yourself away," she whispers, "you're supposed to enjoy it"
 
>Be filly
>In your bed
>Something is wrong, and whatever it is just woke you up
>"Ponies!," a strange man's voice whispers. "Ponies! Were're not going to hurt you. We've come to set you free"
>You open your eyes and just manage to make out the outlines of two men over the glare of a flashlight
>Men are in the dorm!
>"Just come with us quickly and quietly and you'll be freed"
>This sounds pretty suspicious
"How?," you ask. 
>"We gave a van waiting outside and a network of Christian churches from here to Canada that will keep you hidden"
>"Once you get to Canada," the other man says, "you'll be free. But you have to come with us right now. Quick!"
"Is that like Jusus Christ and the book that saves souls?"
>"Yes," the man with the flashlight replies. "So you know you can trust us"
>You see the outline of Snowdrop sitting up in her bed
>"What do we do?," she asks in your direction
>You take a deep breath
>And yell
"SECURITY!"
>As loud as you can, over and over
>The men panic and run out of the dorm
>Minutes later you're relating the experience to Madam
>And after that a couple police officers
>You've never seen police up close before
>And you can't take your eyes off the guns they carry in their holsters
>It's crazy to think they could pull it out, point it at you 
>And BANG!
>You'd be dead!
>But you manage to tell the officers what happened
>Including the detail about the network of Christian churches between here and Canada
>The officer writes it down in a pad
>Then he turns to Madam and says, "With this many ponies under one roof you should probably have better security"
>"I intend to tell the owners just that," she responds
>To the rest of you she says, "Girls, I know that was a lot of excitement, but it's the middle of the night. Back to bed"
>Then she walks out of the dorm with the poice to show them out
>Turning off the lights on her way
"That was scary," you whisper to Snowdrop
>"What do you think they were doing here?," she asks
"Trying to steal us, obviously"
>"What about that stuff about being freed?"
"I don't know. I DO know that they mentionned Christ, just like the client who gave me the book and wouldn't sex me"
>"What does that have to do with anything?"
"The guard said it means they believe things that aren't true"
>"What things?"
"Stuff that sounds like really powerful magic"
>"Humans don't have magic, silly"
"Exactly. But they believe their book is magic"
>"That's stupid, unless you're in Equestria. There are definitely magic books there"
"I've never been. I was born here"
>"I was born there, " she says, proudly
>Then sadly adds, "But I don't remember it at all"
"I'd love to go there someday"
>"Maybe that's where the men wanted to take us"
"They said Canada. Definitely not Equestria"
>"They said we'd be free there"
"Maybe that's what they think. But they also think the have a magic book." 
"And they come to the brothel and don't want to sex the fillies... Would YOU trust them?"
>"They said they had a van"
"Do you think getting in their van would have made you free?"
>"No, it would have made me a runaway"
"Right. And you know what happens to runaways"
>She's quiet for a little bit, then you hear her sobbing softly
>You get out of your bed and climb into hers
>You cuddle up against her
"The scary men are gone. And you're safe here. Go to sleep"
>She gives you a little kiss on the cheek, then rolls over and you spoon her until both of you are alseep
 
>Be filly
>This morning Madam has gathered all the girls in the salon
>Obviously to talk about what happened last night
>"Last night was scary for everypony," she begins
>"But nopony got hurt, and nopony got stolen. Do you girls know what to do if a man ever steals you?"
>None of the girls answer
>You have no idea
>Madam sighs
>"You do whatever he says so you don't get hurt," she says
>"You've all been chipped, so sooner or later when a vet or policeman scans you they'll get you back where you belong"
>"For the next week or so there will be strange men around improving our security system"
>"they're here to work, so I don't want any of you distracting them"
>She looks right at you
>Snowdrop tries, but fails to stifle a giggle
>She recovers herself and asks, "The men last night said they wold take us to Canada where we would be free"
>It's not really a question, but Madam gets the point
>Who knows whether they meant to do that," she replies, "or were just saying that so you'd go with them"
>"But is it true about Canada?," Snowdrop asks
>Madam sighs again
>"Ponies are not slaves there," she replies. "But the border is heavily patrolled. Crossing it is nearly impossible for a pony"
>She adds, "And if a pony gets caught trying to cross it..."
>Skydancer speaks up, "They cut off your ear!"
>"That's not even the worst of it," Madam says, "but yes. They do that."
"Why would they do that?"
>Madam shoots you a pained look
>"A painful, unnecessary and disfiguring surgery is more than a punishment," she says coldly, "It can be a deterrent"
>Skydancer adds her two cents, "Isn't it something about listening as well?"
>Madam is sighing a lot today
>"I think the idea is that you have to put more effort into listening to what you're told," she says, "and it takes more effort one ear short"
>"It's a pretty cruel joke that leaves you marked for life," Skydancer replies
>Snowdrop's eyes are pinpoints
>"It was MEN telling me what to do. I would have DONE it. I would have gone with them. And if it had been true I'd have lost an EAR?!"
>She looks panicked - starting to shake
>"You can't be pretty with only one ear! I couldn't work here anymore. I'd have to go someplace where rough stuff is allowed"
>She looks at you desperately
>"I'd kill myself before that. I really would. You probably saved my life. I would have gone with them"
>"Nopony was stolen," Madam says firmly, "and nopony is going to kill herself. You are pretty, Snowdrop, and you're safe here"
>She adds, "And we'll all be that much safer when the workmen are done improving our security. Everypony stay out of their way while they're here"
>You feel pretty good about having done the right thing
>Sure, the idea of being free someplace SOUNDS good
>Not having to sex any clients
>Maybe you could learn to read for real
>But then what?
>You have no idea
>Not worth losing an ear over
>Which sounds totally horrible
>Snowdrop is right to be afraid of that
>You're aware you only have things as good a you do because you're pretty
>And you'd rather stay here where it's safe than risk losing that
 
>Be filly
>Finished with breakfast and your morning chores
>Back in the dorm you find workmen installing some kind of electronics on the window by your bed
>You're not supposed to distract them, but you don't really have anyplace else to go
>So you just hang back watching them
>And you can't help but overhear their conversation
>The bigger one says, "This place is a whorehouse. They're all whores"
>The smaller one protests, "But they're so cute and innocent looking."
>"That's the point," the big one replies. "They're young so they all LOOK like that. That's what the Johns are paying for. A little bit of fluff on them"
>"That's a little creepy to me. I have a daughter. These ponies don't seem to be much older than she is. I can't imagine"
>The big guy shrugs
>"They're ponies, not people"
>The smaller man looks doubtful
>"Look at her," he says gesturing to you. "You're telling me she's a whore?"
>The big guy looks right at you and says, "Hey you. Come here"
"I'm not supposed to bother you"
>"You're not bothering me," he says in a firm way. "Just want to ask you a couple questions"
"OK"
>You approach the men but don't get too close
>The big guy looks you up and down, then looks back at his buddy and says, "Yeah, you're right. She does look really cute and innocent. But watch this"
>He looks back at you
>"If I were a customer you'd suck my dick, right?"
>You nod
>"And if I wanted to fuck you and cum inside that would be OK, too?"
"Sure"
>"How many times a night do you do that?"
"Usually three, four or five sometimes"
>"And you like what you do here?"
>You don't know how to answer that
>So you hedge your bets with a nerveous giggle
"I like having friends. I like being safe. The men are all pretty nice. Some are really nice. Sometimes it's a little gross, but..."
>You don't know where to go with that because you're talking to a man
>"I get it, honey," the big guy says. "You get used to it, right? And life here isn't so bad?"
"Bad? No! No one is cutting our ears off or beating us or working us to death. THAT would be bad!"
>"So it's safe, you have friends, you're taken care of, the men are nice. And no one hurts you?"
>That isn't 100% true
>You don't know how much you ought to say to him, though
>But he's a man and he's asking you a question
>You're supposed to answer
"Well, sometimes..."
>You feel yourself blush a little
>"Go on," he says
"Sometimes they put it in the wrong hole, and that hurts. But we get ice cream after. Madam is really good to us"
>"So I could come here as a customer and fuck your little ass and you'd be fine with that?"
"That's extra"
>He turns to the smaller workman, smiles and says, "See? Total whores"
>"It still seems kinda wrong, though," the smaller man replies. "They're so young."
>"We got this contract because my brother in law knows the owners," the big guy says. "Good people. They wouldn't be involved in anything cruel"
>"It just doesn't seem right," the smaller guy says
>"You want to debate the finer points of morality with me while we're working in a whorehouse?," the big guy responds
>Then he turns his attention back to you
>"Look, you've been a good girl, and I appreciate you taking the time to talk with us. Can you do me one favor?"
>Oh shit!
>He's not going to ask to sex you, is he?!
>He sees your reluctance and says, "We're not gonna touch you. Just turn around for a sec"
>You comply
>But you do NOT raise your tail
>Because you're pretty sure that's EXACTLY what Madam meant when she said you're not supposed to distract them
>"Look at that," the big guy says. "You telling me if you had a few extra Benjamins not earmarked for anything you wouldn't..."
>He continues, "At least CONSIDER tapping that? I'm not one to PAY for it, but that's the only way to take something like THAT for a spin"
>"I don't think I could," the smaller guy replies
>"Whatever," the big guy says. Then to you, "Thank you, sweetie. You're a good girl"
>They return their attention to the window, and you just watch them for a little
>They are gone by the time the brothel opens
>So you're surprised to see the smaller guy waiting in the salon when you get there
>The guy with the daughter
>Mr So-Wrong-I-Couldn't-Do-That!
>He chooses you without a second's hesitation
>And sees to it you get ice cream
>Men!
 
>Be filly
>The big workman from yesterday is back this afternoon
>Inspecting the window in your dorm where he installed some securtiy equipment
>Electronic something or others, from the best you can tell
>He sees you and smiles
>"Hey sweetie," he says with shiny eyes, "No hard feelings about yeaterday, right?"
>What does he mean by that?
>Yesterday he showed you off to his partner
>Who showed up in the salon
>Is that something to be sorry for?
>Then again 'no hard feelings' isn't an apology
>It's more like a check in
>But why would a man feel the need to check in with you?
>Unless he was a client
>He's not
>And you're NEVER supposed to talk about one client to another
>But he's NOT a client
>You chance it
"No hard feelings," you say. "I guess I ought to thank you for the ice cream. I WAS surprised when he showed up after what he said, though"
>The big guy looks away 
>"Yeah, I was a little afraid he might. Sorry," he says, "But I didn't think he'd actually DO it! You think you know a guy"
>He DIDN'T know!
>Were you NOT being discreet?!
"I-i... I'm sorry! I didn't mean to say that!"
>"It's OK," he says. "I wasn't trying to bust your chops yesterday, just prove a point"
"But I mean..."
>"Don't worry," he replies, "I won't break his balls over this. We all have too much to lose. He's my business partner AND he has a wife and kids"
>You nod, but that doesn't really mean much of anything to you beyond that it sounds like he's going to keep his mouth shut
"So everything is OK?"
>He laughs
>"Don't worry your pretty little head about it. But I bet you were surprised to see him"
"Yeah. After the way he talked? YOU I would have expected after how you looked me over, but not him!"
>He laughs again
>"I get it. And you are cute as fuck. I'll admit, even sexy. But you're more than a little young for my taste. And WAY too expensive"
>Expensive
"So you've never sexed a pony, then?"
>"Sexed a pony?," he laughs again. "Nope. And unlike my colleague it's not something I feel like I'm missing out on"
>He adds, "No offense to your kind or your line of work, but I take it as a point of pride that I've never had to PAY for it"
>You want to say 'you get what you pay for' but don't think it's wise
>But he did just confirm for you that he's never sexed anyone as pretty as you
>Because you know you're prettier than any woman or human girl
>Suddenly you hear Madam's voice behind you
>She'd come up so quietly you didn't hear her
>"What did I say about distracting the workmen?," she asks in a stern tone
>The workman's demeanor changes before your eyes
>The shiny eyed look is gone, he stands a little straighter and looks like he's in charge of the situation
>"She's NOT distracting me," he says firmly, "I was just confirming that none of the girls mess around with the windows"
>He adds, "And she said your HVAC system works well enough that they never do. That's what I needed to know"
>"Just so you're aware," Madam says, "if your interest here extends beyond security you're welcome to visit during business hours"
>"I'm well aware,' he responds. "But I'm not really in the market for what you're selling. Not into fluff, if you get my drift"
>He proceedes to look Madam up and down
>"Or even hooves so much. But if I WERE in the market for hooves it would be more along the lines of..."
>She blushes
>You've never seen her blush before!
>"You're a little late for that," she says. "I've been off the market for a while"
>"Too bad," he replies, his eyes shiny again. "Because YOU are a beauty"
>"You, sir," Madam responds coquettishly, "are a flatterer"
>Madam is flirting with the workman you weren't supposed to distract!
>Now you really wish Snowdrop were here to see this
>She's gonna love hearing about it!
>"I call 'em like I see 'em," he replies
>"That's quite enough of this," Madam says, still blushing. "We're definitely distracting you now"
>"I'm ahead of schedule on a job for once," he says dismissively. "Plus it's a VERY welcome distraction. Don't have to be hungry to look at the menu"
>"Except I'm no longer on the menu," Madam counters in a tone that implies the opposite
>Where is Snowdrop?!
>She's REALLY missing out!
>"Like I said, too bad. Prettiest pony in the place and no one gets to ride her"
>Madam is shifting on her hooves like a... filly.
>And this guy is laying it on thick!
>"I've been 'ridden", as you say, quite enough already," a red-faced Madam replies. "But your interest is... appreciated. Or what I mean to say is..."
>"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to get you flustered," he says, then pauses. "Actually that's a lie. I totally wanted to see you flustered"
>"Is it as good as you expected, now that you've got me there?," Madam asks
>"It's pretty fucking cute," he says. "I bet you're even cuter when you cum"
>You can't believe you just heard a man say that to Madam!
>"I bet you'd love to see that. But you're never going to. Sorry"
>He sighs. "Not as sorry as I am, honey. I know I could get you there, too. I'm hung like a horse"
>Madam smiles. "I'll have to take your word for it"
>With that the man smiles and says, "Well, it's back to work for me, then. Nice talking with you ladies"
>And he walks out of the dorm
>You feel yourself grinning like an idiot
>Madam notices
>"Oh, stop that," she chides you. "He's a coarse, awful, vulgar man."
>She almost, but not quite snorts
"It looks like you LIKED him"
>You feel like you shouldn't have said that, but you did, and it was electrifying
>She shoots you a conspiratorial look
>"If he'd been a stallion and not a man," she whispers, "I don't know if I'd have been able to control myself"
>You wonder if you could have, either
 
>Be filly
>Gossipping with Snowdrop and Skydancer
>"So he teases his partner for thinking you're too young to sex?," Snowdrop says
>"And the partner is first in line to make you a brave filly a few hours later," Skydancer replies
>"What a creep!," Snowdrop adds
>"That's shame," Skydancer says. "That's a guy who totally finds fillies attractive and is ashamed of himself for it"
"Why would he be ashamed for finding me attractive?"
>You're used to pretty much every man you meet finding you attractive THAT way
"If he should be ashamed of anything it's sexing me THAT way"
>"Some of them LOVE that," Skydancer says, a little sadly
"Luckily a lot more of them just like to put it in your mouth, if they're going to do things the wrong way."
>"Almost all of them love that," Snowdrop replies
>"That kinda makes more sense," Skydancer says. "There are things you can do with a tongue that you can't do any other way"
"Of course YOU would say that"
>"Well it's true," Skydancer replies
>"Get to the part about Madam," Snowdrop urges
"So Madam tells him he's welcome to be a client if he likes, and he says he's not 'into fluff'"
>"I bet I could change his mind about that," Skydancer coos
>"You barely have any fluff left," Snowdrop counters. "So yeah, maybe you could"
"Anyways, then he starts flirting with Madam!"
>"Like what?," Snowdrop demands
"Like telling her she's the prettiest pony here, and he wants to ride her, and stuff like that"
>"What did she do?," Skydancer asks
"She told him he was too late because she's off the market. But he kept it up and she got totally flustered"
>"Like she was INTO him?," Snowdrop asks
"Not like the way clients are into us, but you could tell she liked the attention, and it was making her blush"
>"So what did he do?," Snowdrop asks
"He told her she was cute! Then he said he wanted to see how cute she was when she cums!"
>"No!," Snowdrop gasps. "He said that to Madam!"
>"He's a MAN. He can say pretty much anything he wants to a pony," Skydancer says, "Even Madam."
"He was so relaxed about it though. Like this is how he always talks to mares"
>"Probably has a big thing," Snowdrop says. "The ones with big things are usually confident"
"He SAID his was like a horse's!"
>"Like THAT'S true," Skydancer says sarcastically
"I've seen a few big ones. You know, where even taking it in the right hole made me feel brave!"
>Your friends laugh
>"The worst," Snowdrop says, "is when a guy like that wants you to be brave anyways"
>"I HATE that," Skydancer replies. "It's like they just want to see if they can break you with it"
"His friend was the opposite," you giggle.
>The others join in
>Once the giggle fit passes Snowdrop asks, "What happened next?"
"He walked away when Madam made it clear he wasn't going to get anywhere with her. Then she told me she might have done it if he'd been a stallion!"
>The fillies don't give you the response you expect at this
>They both go quiet instead
"Have either of you ever... you know, with a stallion?"
>"Never going to happen here," Skydancer says firmly
>"Madam is the only one here who knows what THAT'S like," Snowdrop says. 
>"And the only one of us who will ever know," Skydancer replies. "Unless the owners decide some of us are worth breeding someday"
"That could happen?"
>You like the idea of being bred
>Having foals!
>Some nice stallion putting them into you!
>The thought makes you feel funny, but in a good way
>"If that ever happens," Skydancer says, "you'll be long gone from here. Can't breed a filly"
>Snowdrop giggles, "Can't breed with a man, either. Not like that stops them from trying!"
 
>Be filly
>Sometimes you're happy and very sad at the same time
>You don't know why it works that way, but now is one of those times
>Skydancer got her cutie mark!
>She seemed very happy about it, so you're happy for your friend
>But you're very sad because it means she has to leave the Filly Brothel
>And that means you'll probably never see her again
>You've been crying about that because she and Snowdrop are your only real friends
>The closest thing you have to family
>Now she's leaving
>You didn't even recognize what her cutie mark was when she showed it to you
>She had to tell you it was a riding crop
>You still don't really know what that is or what it means
>Just that your friend seemed happy about it
>Madam has called everypony to the salon
>Where Shydancer is sitting next to her
>Madam is beaming at her
>Though she looks like she's been crying, too
>"Everypony," Madam begins, "You know why you're here. Skydancer got her cutie mark, which means she's going to be leaving us very soon"
>"And while all of us are sad to see her go," she continues, "She'll be going someplace where she will get special training"
>Madam sniffs, and you do as well
>This is real
>"In a line of work she'd already begun to explore with some of her regulars," Madam says
>Then she adds, "For work I know will make her very happy. Not everypony gets to use their special talent in this world"
>"So we should all be very happy for Skydancer, because she will," she concludes
"What is her special talent, anyways?"
>Skydancer smiles and says, "Being a dominatrix"
>A quick look around the room is reassuring
>For once you're not the only one looking confused
>"What's a dominatrix?," Snowdrop asks
>"Places specialize in different... experiences for the clients," Madam answers. "Like here we're for clients who appreciate youthfulness"
>"A dominatrix works in a place with a different specialization," Madam continues
>Skydancer interrupts, "The men come to be treated like slaves, and the dominatrix is the Mistress!"
>You and most of the other fillies gasp
>But Snowdrop is blushing hard
>"That's a THING?!," she says, eyes wide. "That. Is. So. Hot..."
>Skydancer smiles at her and says, "Yeah, I think I'm REALLY gonna enjoy my work. But I'm also going to miss you"
>"Arrangements are still being made for her new position," Madam says, "So you have a couple days to say goodbye"
>That night after work Skydancer joins you and Snowdrop in the dorm
>It seems only fitting that the three of you do something special, given how much time you've spent together
>You bust out a hoof ful of sugar cubes from your stash and share them with your friends
>Skydancer seems touched by the gesture
>"You are so sweet," she says
"My pleasure. And even though this is sad it's exciting, right?"
>"It is for me," she replies. "You know I'm not really into men... or stallions, for that matter. So sexing them all night wasn't really my thing."
"Right. You like fillies"
>"So imagine me no longer having to sex them," Skydancer continues. "Just humiliate them and make them worship me"
>"And whip them?," Snowdrop asks hoprfully
>"Sometimes physical discipline is involved," she answers
>"And you'd make them ASK for it?," Snowdrop says, squirming now
>"Yeah"
>"That is so my fetish," Snowdrop practically whimpers. "I wish I could watch you do that"
>"That would be a really particular fantasy, wouldn't it?," Skydancer says with a giggle. "Physical discipline while a filly jilling off watches"
>You laugh because it isn't hard to imagine Snowdrop in that situation doing just that
>Then you realize something
"It's going to be hard on you being the youngest at this new place, isn't it?"
>Skydancer nods
>"You mean THAT way?," she says a little sadly. "Yeah. I'll miss this one a lot... that way"
>She gives Snowdrop a look that is definitely not just a look a friendship
>"I don't know what you did to her a week or so ago, but I was almost going to thank you for it," she says
>"I can't believe you're gonna get to DO that," Snowdrop says. "Make them beg for it. Seriously, that's the hottest thing I've ever heard"
>"That's why you'd stink at it," she responds. "You'd be so distracted living it out as YOUR fantasy you'd forget it's supposed to be the client's"
"That's really smart. If you have to be smart to be a dominatrix you're gonna be a really good one"
>"You have to be able to read clients. I can do that"
"Can you read me?"
>Enough to know I'm not at all what you want. But I'm still pretty sure I could get you off anyways"
>"I'd give you one of my sugar cubes," Snowdrop says, "If you could do that"
"Do I get a say in this?"
>"Unfortunately you do," Skydancer says with a smile. "But humor me for a sec. Which fantasy is it for you?"
>She continues, "Having a Master or a handsome stallion putting a foal in you?"
"Both sound great"
>"But if you had to choose?"
>You feel the blush hit your cheek
"The stallion"
>"Buck," she says. "I could just about DO the Master. Can't do the stallion"
>That strikes you as hilarious
>You don't know why
>But you can't stop laughing
>And pretty quickly your friends are laughing with you
 
>Be filly
>Alone in your corner of the dorm
>You've been crying on and off all morning because Skydancer left early
>You'd spent the night pretty much alone 
>Because Snowdrop slept in her room last night
>You figured that would happen
>She'd been closer with her than with you, and they shared a sex thing, too
>Though you always thought Skydancer got the better end of that deal
>That doesn't change anything, though
>She's gone, and you're going to miss her
>You two might not have agreed on everthing, but she was your friend
>At lunch - your main meal before the start of work
>You really hadn't felt like eating, so you let Snowdrop have most of your lunch
>She did feel like eating, which is why you're here alone 
>But it doesn't last long
>With a metallic clang the guard enters the dorm, banging a metal bed frame into the doorway as he carries it in
>"She's got me moving furniture now," he says, walking into your corner to place another bed near yours
"You're strong, I'm sure it's no trouble"
>"Anything beyond the job description is trouble," he says. 
>Taking a look at you his face softens
>"Whatsa matter? You miss your friend? Everybody's gotta graduate from this place sooner or later. From what I hear she did well for herself"
"I know. And I'm happy for her. I'm just sad for me and Snowdrop, because we're going to miss her. I already do"
>"I get it. When I was a kid my best friend from middle school didn't go to the same high school I did. We drifted apart because of it"
"So you understand?"
>"Sorta. I know what it feels like to lose a friend for what seems like no good reason"
"Lose is the right word. I feel like I've lost something"
>"Not just for you. It's a loss for this establishment as well. She was a looker"
"She is pretty" 
>This is true
>She got picked first in the salon a lot
>But that leaves you wondering
"Do you think she's prettier than me?"
>"No way, kid. You're the prettiest one here. Why do you think I let you lead me around by my dick when I know better than that?"
>You laugh at the thought of leading the guard around by his thing 
>But you understand his point
"Thank you"
>"Sometimes I feel like I outta thank you"
"Well you still owe me a favor. Oh, and I think madam knows, or at least suspects"
>"Madam's job is to know what goes on here, and it's a house full of girls. How long could anything stay a secret?"
"You're not scared?"
>"I haven't gotten any shit from the people who sign my paychecks. Madam is willing to overlook a lot as long as the girls are safe and the customers are happy"
"She's smart!"
>"I'll give you that. If she were a woman I would NOT get on her bad side. I respect how she runs the place - pony or not"
>You like the guard, and you like his respect for Madam, pony or not
>You don't feel the least bit bad about sexing him a couple times, even though your friends 
>Implied 
>It was bad judgment on your part
[spoiler]Had to do the impling thing[/spoiler]
>But you've been so busy talking with him that you're only just now realizing that bed frame is for a new filly about to join you
"So a new filly is going to join us?!"
>"Yeah, I think tomorrow. I'm gonna bring the mattress up now just in case she gets here early"
"Oh, she's going to be scared. And shocked when she finds out what she has to do here!"
>"Is that how you were?"
"Of course I was! I didn't understand MEN yet"
>"And you understand us now?"
>You smile and look the guard right in the eyes
"I understand how you're... How did you say it? 'Led around by your dicks'"
>You giggle at the word 'dick'
>The guard laughs, too
>Then he stops laughing suddenly
>"Yeah, it sounds funny, but it actually is fucked up. You have no idea how many awful decisions this thing made sound good"
>He gestures toward his crotch
"Like what?"
>"Let's just say I've been divorced twice, paid for a couple abortions and probably lost the love of my life because I couldn't keep it in my pants"
"What's an abortion?"
>"Aw, shit! I can't believe I'm talking to a filly about this"
"It's OK to sex me but it's not OK to talk to me?"
>"Shit, you're sounding more and more like a woman every day. 
"Is that good or bad?"
>"I don't know"
"Then stop trying to change the topic. What's an abortion?"
>He sighs
>"It's when a man gets a woman pregnant by mistake, and..."
"How can it be a mistake? Humans don't know how foals are made?!"
>"Ahhhhh, we KNOW, but sometimes we're just doing it for fun and we fuck up. Then you have a situation nobody wants, so you need a solution"
>You understand MEN doing it for fun, because you experience that all the time
>But you didn't realize women were like that, too
>You have to ask
"So women are like that, too?"
>"We shouldn't be talking about this. SOME are, but most need a little cajoling. Of course when we're young we get pretty good at that"
>He adds, "It's called having game"
>GAME?!
>He smiles at you like he's PROUD of this
"So how do you... solve the problem when your game makes a woman pregnant?"
>"Ugh. It isn't pretty. They carefully cut it out of her before it even looks like a baby or could live on its own, so it doesn't count"
"THAT'S BARBARIC!"
>He is quiet for a moment
>"Some people feel that way. My mother is one of them. Then again, so were the guys who tried to steal you in the night"
>You shiver at the memory of that
"So I can't tell which humans or wrong or right?"
>"Sure you can. You just need to understand economics. You're part of a business, and a business looks to maximize profits. Understand?"
>You nod, but you really don't
>"Here we do that by charging the clients a lot of money to see you, and you see several a night. Profits are good, so you're safe and well fed"
>That you understand
"But if I had a foal in me I'd fight to my own death to protect her or him. That has nothing to do with business!"
>He looks at you sadly
>"I get it, kid. You want to be a mommy someday. That's only natural. But natural isn't how it works for your kind here"
"How does it work, then?"
>"If you end up in a breeding operation? Your life would be a nightmare. Take my word for it. Be happy you're here. Seriously"
 
 
End of part one