Hmph… hmm... I... hmm... I... I don't read clop. Like, never. That's not why I'm in the fandom, I don't find it attractive, and while I don't judge people for it, sometimes, I want to be disgusted by it.
But this...
This is sophisticated. Not once did I find myself turning away at the prospect of these horses rutting. Not that I found it 'enjoyable' in that sense, but I think it's an extremely well-written story. I once wrote a (non-MLP) story with a prostitute as the main character, and this blows my work out of the water (not innuendo.) I understand now why this story isn't labeled "porn," because it's not. Sex isn't the main focus of the story, it's merely a means to an end: it's the story of how Roseluck deals with this unsavory life she's been dealt by donning a persona and using sex as a means to an end.
One chapter in and I'm already hooked. Good job, sir, good job.
Its almost not clop. Definitely not to me. Just a story about a whore, her mark and her personal issues she hides from everyone; including herself apparently. This was refreshing in the difference.
I stopped using prostitutes many years ago, and it’s stories like this that make me glad I did.
You don’t think of the women you’re using as people, most of the time. There have been a couple I can’t forget, though in all honesty, I suppose none of them remember me. I’m not arrogant enough to think any of them liked me but did any actually hate me?
Wow, that's a rookie mistake. Don't you know he'll pay extra if he's high on oxytocin? Even restaurants know to give the bill at the end, and let him rack up the charges without any warnings or reminders!
They were nice, those ones. Sometimes they didn’t even fuck her.
Why. Are you. A whore. If you don't. Want to fuck. Stallions.
Maybe he wanted to look like he gave even a single damn about the mare beneath him,
Or maybe he likes kissing.
You’ve gotta be careful, Rosie. Stallions… stallions want it more than anything else, who knows why.
Yeah, that's the advice of a mother who never had an orgasm.
“Are you alright?” he asked. Not that he cared, not really, he just wanted to make sure that he could keep going. That he got his money’s worth.
Or maybe he wants to know why you just went limp like a broken puppet, because when Blueblood's drunk and currently penetrating you, he actually starts to feel a smidgen of compassion for his fellow ponies?
As long as she could keep the mask on.
This's why I'm not into prostitutes. They're like the retail workers of sex.
Red had spent a long time perfecting her act.
Why? Why did you spend a long time perfecting your act? Couldn't you do something you enjoyed more, like autopsies or sewage treatment?
he was far from the worst stallion whose money she’d taken.
You lie!
Anyway, Roseluck makes a pretty good pretty awful prostitute. It's funny how poorly she's dealing with it. Here's to hoping somepony comes along and slaps some sense into her with his dick.
Hmph… hmm... I... hmm...
I... I don't read clop. Like, never. That's not why I'm in the fandom, I don't find it attractive, and while I don't judge people for it, sometimes, I want to be disgusted by it.
But this...
This is sophisticated. Not once did I find myself turning away at the prospect of these horses rutting. Not that I found it 'enjoyable' in that sense, but I think it's an extremely well-written story. I once wrote a (non-MLP) story with a prostitute as the main character, and this blows my work out of the water (not innuendo.) I understand now why this story isn't labeled "porn," because it's not. Sex isn't the main focus of the story, it's merely a means to an end: it's the story of how Roseluck deals with this unsavory life she's been dealt by donning a persona and using sex as a means to an end.
One chapter in and I'm already hooked. Good job, sir, good job.
Its almost not clop. Definitely not to me. Just a story about a whore, her mark and her personal issues she hides from everyone; including herself apparently. This was refreshing in the difference.
A sex story that isn’t clop
Well done sir
I stopped using prostitutes many years ago, and it’s stories like this that make me glad I did.
You don’t think of the women you’re using as people, most of the time. There have been a couple I can’t forget, though in all honesty, I suppose none of them remember me. I’m not arrogant enough to think any of them liked me but did any actually hate me?
This story makes me wonder.
Well, looks like we get to see another side of Roseluck.
Wow, that's a rookie mistake. Don't you know he'll pay extra if he's high on oxytocin? Even restaurants know to give the bill at the end, and let him rack up the charges without any warnings or reminders!
Why. Are you. A whore. If you don't. Want to fuck. Stallions.
Or maybe he likes kissing.
Yeah, that's the advice of a mother who never had an orgasm.
Or maybe he wants to know why you just went limp like a broken puppet, because when Blueblood's drunk and currently penetrating you, he actually starts to feel a smidgen of compassion for his fellow ponies?
This's why I'm not into prostitutes. They're like the retail workers of sex.
Why? Why did you spend a long time perfecting your act? Couldn't you do something you enjoyed more, like autopsies or sewage treatment?
You lie!
Anyway, Roseluck makes a pretty good pretty awful prostitute. It's funny how poorly she's dealing with it. Here's to hoping somepony comes along and slaps some sense into her
with his dick.