> Be Anon, in your early 30's
> You work as a morning librarian at the Canterlot County Library
> It's not terribly glamorous, but it pays the bills and surrounds you with books
> If only you didn't have to deal with parents who thought it was a daycare
> Two o'clock couldn't have come soon enough
> As you drive home today, you feel rather frustrated and restless
> It's the sort of mood that makes you buy novelty ice cream, or maybe stop by the CD Exchange to browse the bargain shelves
> Truly, you live a wild and reckless life
> But long the way home, you notice a sign
> "Charity Carwash: $10  -->"
> Might as well help them out, or at least see what the charity is for
> You follow the arrow behind the failing grocery store, to the loading area near the wooded lot
> As you slowly turn the corner, you see seven girls in their swimsuits, fiddling with sponges and a hose
> When they see you, they jolt to attention, and the blue one runs to turn on the hose
> You feel a little hot under the collar, seeing the teenagers in such skimpy clothing
> You are startled by a tapping at the passenger window
> You roll down the window for a smiling, orange girl with wavy red hair
> And an impressive pair of-
> "Welcome to our charity car wash, only ten dollars. How about it, handsome?"
> You struggle to meet her eyes, even as she braces her arms against the roof of your car, leaving her black bikini top to hold back two-
"Say, what charity this is for? The, uh, sign didn't mention it."
> She shifts slightly, pointing toward a white girl with purple hair, wearing a light blue bikini with ruffles
> "My friend Rarity there has designed a very cheap, very sturdy and warm coat. If we get enough capital, we can potentially keep all the homeless warm this winter. If we're lucky, that'll get us enough attention to turn it into a full fledged charity organization, maybe get some backing from the textile industry."
> You raise your eyebrows 
> That's pretty ambitious
> Rarity gives you a hopeful smile, and tucks a strand of hair behind her ear
> You turn your attention back to the bre- the girl in your window
"Sure thing, just a moment."
> You shift and pull out your wallet
> As you grab a ten-dollar bill, you pause
> For a car wash, this is pretty out of the way
> You pluck out a fiver as well, and hand both bills to the girl
> She grins at your generosity, tucking the bills into her bikini top
> "Thanks a lot, Mister. Come along this way."
> You jerk your eyes away from her bust, but it's too late
> You can hear her giggle as she waves you forward to where the other girls are set up
> You park and start to roll up the window
> As the girls approach, you don't know where to put your eyes
> There's a lot of swaying, glistening skin
> The greeter jogs over, jiggling shamelessly
> She puts her hand on top of the window, before you roll it up completely
> "Hey, I know it can be a little awkward, just sitting there, watching. Why don't you hop out, and let the girls do their work?"
> It seems she's taking pity on your obviously flustered state
"Thanks, that does sound better."
> She lets go, and you finish rolling up the window
> You exit the car, and she helpfully pulls you away by the wrist
> "My name is Sunset Shimmer, and thanks again for this."
> She brings you to a stop a couple yards away, a bright smile on her face
> You smile back, a bit more at ease
"I'm Anonymous, and it is for a good cause, after all."
> She still hasn't let go of your wrist, but you aren't complaining
> Sunset giggles
> "How appropriate, an anonymous giver to charity!"
> You shrug good-naturedly
> Name-based wordplay lost its appeal long ago
"I couldn't help but notice this is a rather out-of-the-way location for a carwash."
> She frowns at that, and sighs
> "You'd be surprised at how many businesses won't allow fundraising for charities other than the established ones. School clubs and sports teams sure, but not anything else."
> You nod understandingly 
"That is pretty rough. If you like, I can mention it to my coworkers, and put up a notice on the community board at the library."
> Sunset smiles at that, giving your wrist a squeeze
> "That would be great. By the way, where do you work, Mr. Anonymous?"
"Canterlot County Library. I handle sorting the donations, new book acquisitions, and man the circulation desk when needed."
> She smirks
> "So what you are telling me is, you are a real live, hot librarian?"
> You blush and look away, coughing slightly
"I suppose you could put it that way."
> Miss Shimmer places her hand on your cheek, gently moving your head to meet her gaze
> You are transfixed by the tenderness you find there, and the gleam of a strange hunger beneath it
> "It's alright, Anonymous. If we didn't want you to look, we'd have worn burkas. In fact..."
> She raises your hand she is still holding by the wrist, and places it on the gentle slopes of her chest
> You jerk away at the initial touch, but she presses your hand even more firmly into her soft breast
> "I'd appreciate it if you would do more than look."
> Oh, you are going to a very special hell
> Your fingers squeeze, burrowing into delectably soft flesh
> Sunset hums happily, pulling your head down
> You meet her kiss tentatively, but with rising eagerness
> Her mouth parts almost instantly, her tongue pushing forward boldly
> You meet her advances, savoring her sweet taste
> The distance between the two of you closes, and you slide your hands down her back, slipping beneath the thin fabric of her swimsuit to grasp the succulent curves of her ass
> She moans into your mouth, almost crushing her bounteous chest against yours
> Her hips roll, grinding up against the restrained length of your erection
> Then she sighs and pushes you away gently
> Your hands rest on her full hips as she braces her elbows against your chest
> Sunset takes a moment to catch her breath, before grinning a sly grin
> "First taste is free."
> You give her hips a squeeze
"Are you saying what I think you're saying?"
> She winks
> "Come on, we have some services we only offer to very special customers like yourself."
> Now she leads you back to your car, where the girls are in the middle of drying it off with towels
> She brings you to where the pink one is working on the trunk, which is entirely appropriate
> That rump jiggles with the slightest movement, slightly straining at the balloon print blue one-piece swimsuit
> Sunset presents this spectacle like a sexier Vanna White
> "This fine ass belongs to Pinkie Pie, hot dogging expert. She also does lap dances, anal, and deep throating. Ten dollars for the former, twenty to cum in the intake or the output."
> Pinkie Pie winks at you and licks her lips
> "Wanna have a real fun party?"
> You feel more than a little off balance by the mood whiplash
"I think I may already be at one."
> Pinkie Pie giggles
> "You got that right!"
> A tug at your wrist, and you are off again
> This time, you are confronted with a slender, yellow girl with pink hair, wiping one of the windows
> Sunset taps her on the shoulder
> The yellow girl squeaks and whirls around, her sizable dirty pillows swaying with the motion
> "H-Hi."
> You try for a comforting smile
"Hello, nice to meet you."
> Sunset stand on her tip toes to whisper into your ear
> "Fluttershy really likes being degraded and dominated. Twenty five dollars and you can do whatever you want to her."
> Then she says at normal volume,
> "You can have her for two dollars, and you can have her molest one of the other girls for a buck, as long as you purchase that girl's services."
> Fluttershy​ shivers, her thighs rubbing together
> "If y-you want me to, um, I'll watch for free."
> You lick your suddenly dry lips
"I'll keep that in mind."
> The next girl is wearing a cowboy hat and a red string bikini
> She approaches you with a hand outstretched
> "Howdy there, mah name's Applejack."
> You go to shake her hand, but she has other ideas
> Her hand slips past your boxers and grasps your dick firmly
> You swallow
> "Hoowee, that's a big'un. Tell you what, ten dollars gets you as many cream pies as you want up inside me. Deal?"
> Sunset rolls her eyes and pulls Applejack's hand out of your pants
> "He's still browsing. This way please, Mr. Anonymous."
> What did you get yourself into here?
> And...
> Would it be alright if you never left?
> The two of you circle around to the hood of your car, where the blue girl is trying out various poses in her black thong and sports bra
> "Check it out, Sunset! I'm totally a sexy pinup star!"
> She hops off and puts her hands on the hood, jutting her taut ass out at you, legs spread wide open
> You can practically see the puckering of her anus
> Sunset rolls her eyes
> "Sure you are, Dash. Anyway, she has a contest deal. If she cums first, it's only ten dollars. If you cum first, it's twenty."
> Dash waggles her eyebrows at you
> "So whaddaya say, are you man enough to beat my highly trained pussy?"
> Were highschool girls always this lewd?
"Maybe, are you woman enough to get me going?"
> The blue girl grins
> "Ooh, is that a challenge? Come on, let's do this!"
> Sunset shakes her head wearily
> "Please don't encourage her. Now let's go meet Twilight."
> Dash pouts as you walk away, but Sunset's grip is as insistent as ever
> The girl in question is crouched by the towel pile, folding the used ones and placing them neatly a laundry basket
> The purple girl is wearing a white T-shirt over what might be a dark blue one piece
> She's kinda flat, but it only adds to her aura of innocence 
> Sunset pulls you aside before you can approach her
> "Twilight... she really wants to lose her virginity. She's always been rather introverted, but really curious. If you do want to help her out with that, it's up to you to decide how much you pay for it, if any."
> You frown slightly
"Is she... legal?"
> Your guide squeezes your wrist gently
> "Yup, same age as the rest of us. I just guess puberty wasn't as kind to her as it was to the rest of us. Anyways, there's one more person to meet."
> Sunset then pulls you toward Rarity, who seems to be cooling off by pouring cold water all over her chest
> You can see her nipples poke at the fabric of her top
> "Welcome to my carwash, darling.  I trust Sunset has given you a warm reception?"
> You glance at Sunset's rack, your hand twitching at the memory
"Ah yes, she was very warm. Do you get many special customers?"
> Rarity runs her thumb under a bikini strap, casually offering a momentary glimpse of her areola
> "You are the first, if you must know. I'm afraid we are getting even fewer normal customers than we anticipated. Originally this sort of thing was supposed to be something of a last resort, but well..."
> She gestures at the mostly empty lot
> "We might not even get enough with our special services."
> To tell the truth, for all that you have been aroused by these girls' propositions, you feel rather sick at the idea of them prostituting themselves out like this
"Out of curiosity, how much do you need to raise?"
> Rarity blushes slightly
> "That would be...seven hundred dollars."
> You cough in surprise
"That's quite a bit."
> She groans
> "I know! But costs are costs, and this is the best location I could get! It really is quite distressing. But enough of that, please enjoy your time with the girls as much as possible. Myself included, of course."
> The other girls start to gather around, your car completely dry and sparkling in the sun
> It seems you will have to choose, soon
> But you have always been indecisive in some ways, and a sucker for a pretty face
"How about, I just pay the full seven hundred dollars?"
> You were going to squirrel away the money from your cashed paycheck, but this is a better use, probably
> Rarity looks at you with wide eyes
> The rest of the girls are pretty stunned too
> "A-are you serious?"
> You open up your wallet and show her the Benjamin's 
"I'd rather keep you girls from selling yourselves than keep the money."
> All at once, you have your arms full of ecstatic teenage girl
> "This is the Best. Possible. Thing!"
> The other girls crowd in, giggling and cheering
> You aren't sure exactly who all is pressing up against you, but it doesn't really matter
> You are in marshmallow heaven
> After the initial giddiness subsides, Rarity looks up at you with mischief in her eyes
> "Very well, we won't sell ourselves. But do allow us to thank you."
> She bites her lip, her hips grinding against yours
> "Thoroughly."