> Madame Marelevolent's Maretropolis Brothel
>  by Plotpony
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> Starting the day
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Must look presentable; arch back, sway hips, half-lidded stares, be as alluring as possible. That’s my job. Must look presentable. Arch back, sway hips, be as alluring as possible. That’s my job... I thought that to myself over and over again as I got ready to start my day. The thoughts ran through my head until it was the only idea I could concentrate on. The bed covers were nearly as messy as my mane. As I got up I found my back hoof was tangled in them leaving me to tumble unceremoniously to the ground with a thump.
I clawed my way towards the bathroom, through the open door. The bed covers were reluctant to let go so easily, and it took several attempts to free my hind leg from it. Once it did let go, I forced myself to look upwards to the white porcelain sink.

Through my tangled green mane I could see myself in the mirror, my rather plain earth pony features mostly buried by that mass of hair. I yawned, my teeth were fairly white, but I brushed them nonetheless, that’s what the Madame told us to do every morning. Doing this everyday had made them as white as the porcelain underneath my chin, even in the bright glare of the several bright light-bulbs positioned above the mirror. Madame Marelevolent had ensured that all of her...’employees’ were comfortable in their rooms, and the numerous beauty creams had definitely worked.

I leaned in close to the mirror, raising a hoof to check on a particularly stubborn spot that occupied my face the entirety of last week. Success. The cream had reduced it down to the point that it wouldn't be visible to anyone who looked at me with anything but a magnifying glass. I settled back onto my back hooves.
“Alluring as possible. “

There was a plain toothbrush attached to a hinge on the wall near the sink. I swung it in front of me with a single, practised flick of my hoof, moving my head to work it over my teeth. Being an earth-pony has its drawbacks. But hey, it could always be worse. I had poked myself in the gums many times before when my mind wandered. Today was no different.

I drew back sharply from the pressure against my gums, letting out a quick gasp of sharp pain. But it faded quickly, and it was soothed by toothpaste foam and my tongue rubbing over the spot. I had to stop letting my thoughts drift while brushing my teeth, it was apparently a dangerous thing to do.

I did similarly with a larger brush on another hinge nearby, combing my mane into it’s usual style, nice and wavy down the back of my neck. Whilst I definitely had longer hair than average, thanks to the customer’s wishes, it didn't even come close to the length of The Madame’s....Nothing like the Madame’s...No doubt back when she would have had my job it was the delight of every stallion to cross the threshold. Risque thoughts crossed my mind, but I shook my head to clear my mind. I smiled at myself in the mirror as my hair reached the presentable level, far away from dreaded bed hair.
The smile didn’t touch my eyes. 

On habit I examined my face for blemishes, maybe a bruise. Couldn’t have that, that wouldn’t do. Oh Goddess. That wouldn’t do. That’s what she always said. I was starting to sound like her.

Still my orangish tan coat seemed the same as always, the little freckles still pockmarked over my face. The Madame said they were cute. She liked cute, cute brought in bits.
“Trick Turner? Trick Turner it’s time for breakfast!” A voice called into my room from the hallway. Eight-thirty. Breakfast for the house.

I sighed to myself, time to start the day, same as always. ‘It was important for  the House to share breakfast.’  The Madame had repeated many times. ‘It encourages conversations and friendships to grow between you girls.’
“Must look presentable: arched back, swaying hips, bedroom eyes, be as alluring as possible.” I mumbled under my breath before putting my smile back on and heading for the door. 

I took one last look at my room. It was rather messy, last night had made sure of that, the covers were strewn about, and and various things had been knocked off the nightstand and onto the floor. One of the curtains was also crooked. 

She might not like that. I hoped I’d have time to fix it before she got a chance to peek inside and see. Hopfully my room wasn’t on the list for inspection today.
The door creaked open when I pushed. It always did, they all did. You would know when business was in full flow when the creaky doors drew to a silence as each room was filled. 

You could always tell who got a good turn around, they didn’t even have to say anything. They did anyway though, oh gossip how you are the bread and butter of the world. I could hear their voices before I even rounded the corner at the bottom of the staircase. Loud, lilting voices echoed from the large dining hall, capable of seating all of the girls with room to spare.

I walked down the hall to the stairs, my hooves clicking as they always did on the wooden floor. It was expensive wood, every little step made a deep sound, like a fancy drum in miniature. No police ponies could sneak up on you when their every move was a Samba. 

It also happened to make sneaking out very difficult. 
That rarely happened though. 
Rarely.

Down the stairs and round the corner I came into the kitchen. Seems I was one of the last, the rest of the girls were already sitting around, chatting about various unimportant things. New mane styles, the best way to hold one’s tail to offer the best view without exposing the goods, if Bedazzler was falling for one of her clients. I hoped not, that seldom ended well. 

All of them milled about with arched backs, swaying hips, as alluring as possible. Admittedly one of the pluses of this job was the eye candy, although I didn’t see Her anywhere. That wasn’t particularly unusual, she was often busy on the town...adding to the coffers, as she liked to put it. It seemed at times we were more of a hobby.
. 
“Mornin’, Trick,” said a mare to my left. 
“Morning, Lace,” I said absentmindedly. On some level I was aware she was putting a plate of daisy salad in front of me. “Did you sleep well?”
She shrugged, her long brown mane draping over her shoulders. “Eh, so, you probably slept better though, eh?” she nudged me teasingly. “Lots’a bucks at your door. Wouldn’t be surprised if you were out like a light the second the last one left.” I nodded, pushing the night out of my mind.   
“Um...yeah, lots of business. Good for the house.” I smiled.
She nudged me again, I was very lucky to remain upright. 
“I’ll say! One of our top mares last night! Next to me of course!” She chuckled. “Keep it up, she’ll be happy to hear you did so well.” She returned my smile, though hers looked a lot better. She turned and left. 

Sweet Princess’s tits she had a nice ass. Arch your back and sway your hips indeed~. 
I took a bite of my salad. It was good. We must have had extra money this week, that or one of us had done a good job of pleasing her. I wasn’t sure which. The mindless chatter around me continued as I munched on my salad. I wondered if they all really enjoyed their jobs or if they were just faking it? I really wasn’t sure myself to be honest...I mean I could be doing worse things. I had done worse things. 
She’d found me in a gutter somewhere and taken me in. There was food, a soft bed, lights, air conditioning for the stifling summer outside. But it wasn’t free. 
Still it was a fair enough trade. 
I mean...I could be doing worse things. 
The chatter died abruptly as we heard a massive pair of hooves clicking against the hardwood floors of the house. Near the entrance. 
She was back. 
They strolled at a leisurely pace. Through the sitting room, past the bar and restaurant, the parlor, the ‘Special’ rooms, and then into the hallway leading to the kitchen. There were two double doors between us and the hallway. 
I braced myself.

“Hello my pretties!” They swung open with a bang revealing her, Madame Marelevolent. Though she prefered simply, The Madame.  She was taller than any of us by another half pony at least. I was pretty sure she could rival the princesses in height if you took a tape measurer and happened to have access to the royal palace. Her pale white coat was perfectly maintained as always. She strolled into the room, back arched, hips swaying, and oh so alluring. But despite all her other eye catching features there was something anyone looking at her would immediately notice, Madame’s mane and tail. 
The hairs were fine and combed to perfection, so much so that it was hard to tell where one ended and another began. They came together to form an inky black, deep and dark, like the bottom of the ocean in the middle of the night, the purest color I had ever seen on anything, natural or unnatural. Her mane easily reached down to her knees, and her tail stretched along the floor, somehow never dirty for its dragging. Both flowed like sinuous liquid as she moved. 

And all of us were well aware just how special they were. 
She moved towards us, every movement graceful and poised as she walked to the front of the table. She made a show of sitting in her chair, settling her rump down and wiggling to get comfortable. She always gave off the air that she was enjoying herself, far more than was classically polite, with every movement. She smiled at us, her eyes lidded, and I felt a shiver tingle up my body. 

“So, it seems we did a good trade last night,” she said smoothly, her deep voice washing leisurely over the table. 
A yellow and blue mare, Fishnets, was the first to find her voice. 
“Oh yes, yes Madame.” she nodded, glad to see our benefactor happy. “Each of us had a full room for most of the night. You know how the bucks get on weekends.”
She nodded, taking a dainty bite of her salad. 
“I most certainly do.” her smiled crawled up along her cheeks. Even though she had a full plate of food in front of her, it was still a hungry expression. “Such needy little things.”
I found myself nodding with everyone else.
“So,” she purred. “Who was our top mare for the night girls? Come come, don't be shy.”
The mare sitting next to Lace, Leather-They tended to sit together- raised her dark chocolate colored hoof.
“It was Lace, Madame!” 
The large mare nodded in approval. “No surprise there, she is always one of my top girls, are you not Lace?” she asked, taking another small bite of salad. 
It took some nudging from Leather to get her to reply. 
“O-oh! Yes, Madame. B-but it’s nothing Madame, I-”
“Nonsense,” the Madame’s hoof was in the air before any of us could blink. Somehow she didn't make it look like a sudden movement.  “You're always so wonderfully productive.” she punctuated by taking another bite of salad before standing up and sauntering over to Lace. “I do so appreciate your hard work.” she touched her cheek with a hoof, drawing it down along her face to lift her chin. I could see Lace shudder at that.“Such a good little filly.”
All of us looked on, unsure what to do next. We knew what was coming.
“Now, Lace,” she said, rubbing gently underneath the mare's chin as she spoke. Lace began to shift in her seat, biting her lip. “Tell me, who had the worst turnaround from last night?”
I could see the poor mare struggling, she was kind at heart, but when Madame asked you a question you answered. 
“Sweet Kiss,” she breathed. I could see her chest rising and falling under Madame’s touch. 
“Thank you Lace.” she cooed slowly drawing her hoof down from her chin and along her side in a smooth motion. 
Lace nearly fell over. She’d never really had any self restraint. 

Those dark, hungry eyes turned to Sweet Kiss, who had taken the chair farthest from her gaze, she tried to make herself smaller, to hide, but it wasn’t of any real use. The large graceful mare was at her side in a few languid steps, her muzzle right in her ear, lips brushing along it. 
“Sweet kiss?” she asked. 
The poor little mare squirmed in her seat, knowing better than to try to wiggle away. “Y-yes Madame?”
“Do you know why you had so few callers? I’m curious.” she stretched out that last word more than I thought possible. 
Sweet Kiss could hardly find her voice, I felt both pity, and in a deeper, darker part of myself a strange jealousy for her. 
“I-I’m sorry I-”
“Shhhh, shhhh,” Even from here I could feel those words vibrate against her ear. “It’s okay. I know why. You didn’t try hard enough sweety, and that won’t do. But It’s okay.”
Sweet Kiss made a strained, needy sound.
“You know what happens now, don’t you?” 
The smaller mare nodded quickly. 

And the Madame’s mane came to life. several strands of smooth soft hair hovered about like snakes, her lips still pressed against Sweet Kiss’s ear intimately. They started to caress her. The Madame was hungry today...I watched as several strands started to venture low on her body. 
“Your Madame will show you the love they couldn’t. Come with me.”
More strands of inky black mane started to slowly ensnare her body as we watched, the helpless mare moaned, the Madame’s coos of comfort gentle in her ear. One wrapped around her neck, my own breath felt strained as I watched it squeeze her gently, the tip stroking along her chin. My nostrils flared. The poor girl was already wet. 
Her body was slowly wrapped up and lifted as though it weighed nothing. 
The Madame ‘s eyes slowly turned to us. We all averted our gazes at once, didn't want to stare, that simply wouldn't do. 
“Enjoy your breakfast, girls,” she said simply, before gracefully turning and heading past each of us in turn, taking her time, letting us know who was in charge. 
She vanished out the double doors. 
None of us breathed until we heard her hoofsteps echo down the hall, through the parlor and to the special rooms. 
I tried to finish my breakfast, but I've always had good hearing. 
Through the walls of the brothel, I could hear Sweet Kiss moaning. 
	
> Getting Down to Business 
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I pushed that morning to the back of my head as the day started properly. I was pretty sure most of us could hear Sweet Kiss for quite a while afterwards. Hours it seemed. But we didn’t see the Madame again either so it was a mixed blessing. 

Though I had my own troubles to worry about, while I was one of the top mares last night, it wasn’t a usual occurrence and I took it in my stride as just another day. There was a lot of prep to do around the brothel, the bar needed to be cleaned, the floors swept, manes combed tails fluffed. Everything had to look as alluring as possible. That was how it was. 

Another small blessing of the Madame’s distraction was that I had time to clean my room. I did it hurriedly, draping the covers over the bed properly, tucking them in, picking up knick knacks, everything had to be immaculate. Last night had been a bit more...active than usual, so there was an extra amount of tidying to make everything look immaculate for the next guest.

In my haste, I didn’t even hear the door open. 

Focusing on tidying and aligning the bedside table, the dark figure was able to step inside without me noticing. My heart almost exploded as a hoof tapped against my shoulder. I fell to the floor in surprise. 
“I’m sorry Madame! I’ll clean faster I-” My pleas died in my throat as I looked up to see Leather standing above me.
“Oh wow, I’m sorry Trick....” She helped me to my hooves, I tried to stop my heart from beating so much, taking deep calming breaths. It gave me an excuse to look over Leather once or...thrice. She was a shapely chocolate brown mare with a snow white mane in poofy curls around her head. 
“Luna’s moon-shattering orgasms, Leather! You scared me half to death!”
She looked sheepish for a moment. “I’m sorry, I just...I wanted to ask if you’re okay?”
I tilted my head. “Okay?”
She nodded. “Yeah, you had one of your first really busy nights last night. It can take a toll on a mare.”

I shuddered, but pushed the thought away. “Oh, um...yeah, yeah I’m fine. I’m fine, no worries.” She looked me over for a moment, a bit skeptical. I felt a bead of sweat pour down my forehead. 
“Alright, if you say so. But if you need to talk I’m here, ‘kay shug?” She leaned over and gave me a peck on the cheek. 

Oh Goddesses, her lips were soft. 
“O-okay” I managed. “I will.”
“‘kay, you have a nice night sugar.” she sauntered out of my room, back arched, hips swaying, and by Princess Celestia’s gilded nipples so very alluring. 

I knew that it was custom, where Leather came from to share a kiss between friends. But I was afraid it might just do me in one of these days. I sighed to myself as my door closed and clenched my hind legs shut in an effort to get my lady parts to stop tingling. Nopony could know. 

I didn’t exactly like stallions all that much. 

Sure there were some mares who swung both ways, particularly for the Madame, as she had a certain addictive quality about her, but I was fairly certain my barn door was swung in one direction, then nailed and welded there. I didn’t want to think about what might happen if the Madame found out. I’d only barely managed to hold my own when things had gotten heavy last night. It was mostly luck that things even had. It must have been my freckles or my swaying hips. I walked into the parlor and got mobbed...then spent the night ‘doing my job’. 

I shuddered. 
“I’d much rather work on Leather. GAH! Bad brain!” 

I shook myself of those thoughts and finished cleaning my room. The front doors would open soon for the tired graveyard-shift customers. I could hear the others walking around; polishing, dusting, shining, primping, the lot of it. With a sigh I walked over to my closet. The outfit hung there as it always did, despite last night's less than clean activities, cleaned and pressed. It was a deep red and black number, with lacy frills around the fore and rear hooves, particularly around the rear. Thin, almost nonexistant stockings hung from each leg hole, they’d hug me tightly, I knew that. A large red feather completed the ensemble. 
This wasn’t the outfit a respectable mare wore. 
Good thing I’d never really been one of those. 
This was the kind of outfit you turned tricks in. 
Appropriate. 

I dressed quickly, the lace tickled me in places I knew the stallions would enjoy as the smooth garment slid over my body, caressing along my curvaceous flanks, squeezing them slightly. 

I checked all the straps and zippers, looking at myself in the mirror, as I walked over to apply my makeup. The skintight fabric made my rump stick out, accentuating the supple curve of my flesh in ways that may as well have been magic. It held what little belly I could claim in check. tapered waist, flared hips and a movement to accentuate that. The Madame insisted on this.

I applied my makeup with deft hooves. A nice bit of liner around my eyes, not too much, but just enough to make you look, want to see those bedroom eyes with thick, lustrous lashes.

I made final preparations before stepping out of my room and down the noisy hallway, down the steps...past the ‘Special’ rooms. Sweet Kiss still hadn’t reappeared, though the moaning had stopped a little while ago. 

I wondered how hard the Madame had been on her. Still, no time to worry about the poor mare. The Madame always returned with her pick intact...if exhausted. I had been lucky to not be taken by the Madame just yet, although I knew my luck would run out sooner or later

I came to the front of the house and every scrap of clothing was done up in a deep, sinful scarlet mixed with onyx black with highlights of bone white or shining chrome as buckles or buttons. Through the windows I could see the streets of Manehatten, and hear ponies trotting about. Mares were making final preparations. It was almost time to open. I braced myself. 

“Alright girls!” said Fishnets. Addressing us all, she usually took charge when the Madame was busy. “Let’s make tonight a good night, I want your most sensual sways, your most lecherous looks, I want magnificent manes and tantalizing tails, bring your most alluring attitude, or stay in your room. Got it!?”
“Got it!” we all said automatically. Tension and anticipation was building as we assumed our positions to look like we were casually spread around.
“Then lets go ladies!” She barked, nodding to the pony at the door to open the wooden barriers.

The doors opened, and business began. Most of the customers were obviously male; stallions that were single or those that betrayed their marefriend’s trust. It didn’t matter to the Madame. It was a “don’t ask, don’t tell” policy we upheld.

Cocktail Dress stood behind the bar in her usual bartenders garb, it was an outfit for a stallion, but according to the Madame some stallions liked that kind of thing. I could see why, she made it look adorable as she mixed up various drinks with her magic, orange hooves skillfully handling other things.

Stallions always came to her first, if they were drunk they weren’t very careful with their bits, and that’s how we liked it. The sound of the mixers shaking and glasses clinking a constant background hum to the activity. 

They flooded into the doors, hell, there’d been a queue around the block to get in. From the outside it looked like a simple restaurant. Madame Marelevolent’s ensured that her brothel was the first place to think about when there was even a tinge of desires going unfulfilled.There wasn’t even a sign out front, it was a local secret. A local secret that got around. 
A lot. 

My nostrils flared, I could smell them, the stallions coming in, most of them were already excited, a sea of lingering gazes and wandering hooves. 
We always started the shift as waitresses. Each of was done up in the garbs of our namesakes. Leather walked around in an outfit made of genuine manticore hide, there was something taboo about it, something sensual, a cat-o-nine-tails was strapped to her back, in easy reach, its thick tassels drifted down her sides, shifting with her generous hips. 

She had nothing on Lace however, no one had anything on Lace. That mare had the plump hips that could make a loyal palace guard give up his post and follow like a puppy dog. She knew how to work it too as she swayed between the tables, the most pristine, white lace covering her torso and delicately covering most of her rump. 
Most of it anyway. What mattered at least.
.
When I’d started, I’d thought it was weird. I mean the lot of us usually just walked around stark naked. It’s how most of the mares in the city seemed to. How would putting on more layers make us sexier?
Goddess, now it almost seemed like a stupid question.	

“Hey Trick, why don’t you take tables four and seven?” asked a voice. I turned to see Honeysuckle peeking out of the restaurant kitchen. She was one of the few mares who didn’t have to walk the floors every night. Though on occasion she was requested by a client. Probably do to her voice alone, it was smooth, soft, and deliciously nice to hear and she had calmly stated she had finished a stallion off once with nothing but her words. It was almost like the Madame’s own. But no one requested the Madame. The Madame requested ponies. Although her requests were more demands that no one dared refuse.

I nodded and walked out into the beehive that was the restaurant front. All of the girls were walking around, charming customers and taking orders. Some were already heading up to their rooms with males of various sizes. Damn they worked fast.  

I sashayed my way up to table seven, lidding my eyes as I leaned forwards to take their orders. Two bucks sat at the table, a scrawny red coated one in a bowler and a pinstriped suit, he had his hoof around a younger buck, who wore a similar get up, he looked nervous. 
“My friend here’ll have a grilled vegetable medley, and I’ll take the fried oatcakes, got all that sweetheart?”

My coat bristled a bit at being called sweetheart, but I let it pass, turning the frown that threatened to cloud my face into a slow smile. 
“Of course, big boy,” I replied.
“Wonderful, and uh.” he licked his lips, he was almost drooling. “What’s for dessert?” I suppressed a shudder. 
My body was on autopilot, I leaned forwards, letting my perfume wash over him. “Anything you want, stud.” I pecked his cheek. 
He tasted like cigarette ash. Disgusting
“Back in a minute, don’t you two go anywhere now.” I let out a girlish chuckle and turned, 
swinging my ass into my stride way more than was necessary to get from point A to point B. “Must be alluring as possible”
Tail up two inches at dock, arc and sway, I could feel their gazes, the two sets of eyes together very nearly burned a hole in it. 

As I walked by to the kitchen a woozy mare stumbled into my field of vision. My eyes widened, it was Sweet Kiss, she looked pale and disoriented, her hind legs we spaced apart oddly, she almost waddled. I don’t think I’d ever seen a mare directly after her time with the Madame. Most were either too exhausted, or too polite to wander out so soon. 
“Sweet Kiss!” I trotted over to help support her on my flank, she was breathing heavily. “Y-you should be in bed!”
She shook her head. She was already done up in her usual outfit, a red satin dress which covered her whole lower half, but clung so tight it might’ve been better off not bothering. 
“Must...redeem myself...she said...she was disappointed.” The poor mare looked as if the very idea broke her heart. 
I patted her mane, trying to calm her down. “It’s alright, I’m sure she doesn’t expect you to do this, she never makes the girls go out on the floor after choosing them. Where is she anyway?”
“Heard...a news report on the TV...something about diamonds, she left though the window...” Sweet Kiss breathed. Wow she really was exhausted. 
“Diamonds...” I mumbled. In that case it was gonna be an interesting night, but first things first. “Come on, you’re not going out tonight.” I more or less hoisted her onto my back. Being an earth pony had its pluses too, strength was one of them.
“Bu-”
“No buts, come on.” I gestured my orders to Honeysuckle who nodded, then headed back up the stairs with Sweet Kiss in tow. She smelled like the Madame, of expensive perfumes and a slight feminine odor.  I felt a bit woozy it entered my nose, it was almost like a drug...Not to say it was unpleasant. 

I reached the top of the stairs with some effort, Sweet Kiss’s room was the door closest to the stairs, I pressed my forehead against  it, all the doors in the place opened inwards for easy earthpony access, but all I managed to do was knock my head against the expensive wood. It was locked. 
“Sweet Kiss?” I asked, shaking her on my back a bit to get her attention. “Where’s the key?”
She murmured something I could work out before becoming coherent enough to answer. “Dropped it...somewhere...”
“Brilliant.” I mumbled. “Fine, you can rest in my room I guess.” I lumbered over to my door under her weight, pushing it open with my head, with a much better result. The room was still immaculate as I had left it. 
I thought quickly and walked to the cabinet  in the left corner of the room, a few extra blankets were folded neatly at the bottom. I grabbed them between my teeth, thankful they were clean and walked into the bathroom. With a quick movement I laid them down over the hard porcelain to make a makeshift bed. I felt a bit bad about not giving her the bed, but unless I wanted to be subjected  to the Madame’s whims I’d need it tonight. 
I also tried not to focus on how delightfully soft she felt on my back. Her slow breathing contrasted against my own quicker paced breaths.	I gently lowered her into the blanketed tub, she looked sleepily up at me, like a filly just tucked in, except for the hooker’s dress anyway.
“T-thanks Trick...you’re always so nice...” She murmured, eyes unfocused upon anything she could see from inside my bathtub. 
I felt my cheeks heat up a bit. “Oh, it’s no trouble...I mean I couldn’t have you passing out on the restaurant floor, that wouldn’t be good for business.” I chuckled. 
“Still...it was nice...” she leaned up and pecked my cheek. Damnit, why did they all have to do that of all things!?
“Uh...you’re welcome.” I wasn’t sure what to do for a moment. 
“You should...get back down stairs. Don’t wanna...neglect, the customers...”

My eyes widened, oh shit! She was right, I had two delightful customers awaiting downstairs. I turned to dash back onto the restaurant floor before I paused and looked back at her. “Um...are you gonna be alright?”

She was already snoring soundly. The Madame had that effect on her...choices.
I shrugged and dashed back downstairs, well it was less of a dash and more of a speedy trot, damnit these outfits weren’t made for running. I arrived back just in time to see Lace giving my customers their order, she turned to me and gave me a wink. 

I loved that mare sometimes. Maybe sometime soon physically, with lots of tong- “Gah!” Sweet Kiss’s name was appropriate, it had put me in the exact wrong mood. I shook those thoughts away, tantalizing though they were, and resisted the urge to watch Lace walk away, though it was one of my favorite views of her. I smiled to the two at the table. 
“Sorry about that, slight distraction, but I’m back now. Would either of you studs like a drink?”
The older one’s gaze stayed firmly on my haunches. “Nah, we’re fine for now, why don’t you just walk away real slow, sweetie, and come back in about twenty minutes when we’re done eating?”
My smile didn’t falter an inch. “Of course.”
I turned and slowly, oh so slowly, walked away from them, my rear in full pendulum mode. I was quite lucky neither of them had noticed my absence, and it seemed they were interested. Good for my confidence, but a mixed blessing. On one hoof, if it kept up I might not be the next Sweet Kiss, on the other...uhg. Why couldn’t this be a brothel for mares? I could dig that. Dig that a lot. Maybe with a food theme. Mares covered in dripping warm gobs of honey or chocolate that slowly trickle down their bodies an-
“GODDESS DAMN IT!“

I clenched my back legs together a bit more as I looked to table one, it looked like Lace had also taken care of them, she chatted with them conversationally as they ate, giggling at all their jokes in a way that made her curves jiggle. No wonder she was always on top on them. 
I made my way back to the kitchen, if any new clients came in I could see them without them seeing me, get myself ready, meet them with a smile and a sway. “As alluring as possible.”

Another couple of stallions walked in, there seemed to be a pretty steady turnaround of them, they got swept up by Fishnets and Leather, but a third stallion, a unicorn, wandered in behind them and I pounced. Lidding my eyes I walked over to greet him at the door. 
“Hey there big boy, here to indulge?” It was a simple code. Indulge didn’t mean in the food. 
“Why yes, I think I’ll sample your wares,” he chuckled. The right answer. 
I nodded. “Well right this way then sir.” I turned, making sure to run my tail along his cheek as I did. Touch was important to seal the deal. I felt him stiffen, a bit more of a reaction than I expected but that was a good thing. I made sure to flick under his chin and across his nose, guiding his view to my hips.

I led him to a table near the back, giving a look to the other waitresses, some of them liked to poach, but I was already behind thanks to the Sweet Kiss incident, I wasn’t going to fall further back, that look was a warning. 

“So, what would you like to taste?” I said, drawing out my words, voice a few steps lower, changing to a husky, faux-interested whisper. Huh, he actually seemed nervous. “Oh, um...well, what do you recommend?”
That actually managed to make me blink. They never asked for recommendations. I quickly regained my balance though, appearing to think for a moment. 

“Well, the sauteed mushroom and leek soup is very good.” I nodded. It really was. 
“I’ll have that then.” he seemed unsure what to do with himself, so I took the menu and poked my head inside the kitchen. Honeysuckle was just inside the door, and she nodded with the order I told her. Behind me the radio had some special bulletin about a fight going on downtown at the local jewelry bank. I tuned it out. I needed to get back onto the floor.

I got a couple more bites from prospective customers who I seductively led to their tables, but the two who had come in first finished their dinner before any of my other clients. The stallion with the mushroom soup got up at about the same time, they both looked at me expectantly.
I turned, the mushroom buck also looked at me, but first come first served. 
“Are you two finished?”
The older one chuckled, the younger sharing in his laughter for a moment. “Oh no sweetheart, we’re just getting started. You take the kid, if you don’t mind I have someone else who’s caught my eye for some...company.”

Lace appeared at his side, she rubbed her side against him and slipped under his chin before trotting upstares at a bouncing skip of a pace. She passed me a knowing wink, and I had the idea she was taking the bullet for me.
I swear he actually growled like a wolf before chasing her. I turned after the smoke trail from the half-lit cigar in his mouth vanished to look at my little stallion. I let my smile curl up a bit more, lidding my eyes. He was almost trembling in the seat as my attention turned to look at him. Oh how cute. This might be his first time, might as well make it worth his while.
“Well, looks like it’s just you and me, tiger.” I purred seductively enough to see the hair of the back of his neck stand straight up. ”Come and get your dessert.”

Goddesses that line was cheesy, but it seemed to work. He grinned, and as my eyes wandered low on his body I could see his sheath swelling. Some of him was already peaking out. I had the feeling he was gonna be quick, hell I’d better get him upstairs before he made a mess in the restaurant.

I led him up the stairs, staying close, one plus of having upstairs bedrooms, climbing them made one’s flank sway oh so appealingly. Damn, I could smell him pretty strongly already, a sultry glance over my shoulder gave me the opportunity to give him a look. His member was already hanging almost fully out of its sheath, I was slightly worried he was gonna hit it on the stairs. 

I picked up the pace a little, leading him down the hall and into my room, Sweet Kiss was sleeping in the bathtub still, but I had the feeling no stallion who came up here was gonna get high marks for perception. 

I  held the door open and let him walk in first, then I crept up behind him, letting my fank brush against him as I curled with a practiced, almost feline grace around his front, the curls of my main brushing under his nose. I leaned up to his ear. 
“Sit on the bed, honey.” I gave it a little nip. 
Judging from the pre dripping onto the floor he liked that.
He could obey me fast enough, he sat on the bed, almost panting. Geeze, the kid looked young, but he couldn’t be much younger than me, must have been a virgin. Ah well, time to fix that. 
I let out a breath through my nose before turning around with a little shake. A practice flick of my hooves loosed the straps around my body, Madame had made sure I could slip in and out of this outfit easily. With it loose, the show began. 
I stood on my hind legs, a trick I had learned in my first few days here, and gyrated my hips, slowly sensually, the garment coming down by gravity alone at a slow, sliding pace, almost like it was melting off of me. I gyrated in a circle on my hinds, my back and the line of my spine becoming tantalizingly revealed. 
Nakedness was so much more exciting after being covered. 
I looked back at him over my shoulder, arching and swaying them, a slow dance, watching myself in the mirror in the corner I had to admit I was pretty hot. 
He apparently thought so too, the poor stallion was spellbound as my clothes sunk down to my hips. They’d need help now. 
My hips weren’t as wide as Lace’s, but I had a respectable rump, wide enough to be noticed, and certainly wide enough for my stockings and bottoms to hug tightly. I brought my hooves up and ran them along the sides of my stomach, making a low, almost moaning sound as I touched myself. Then I braced them against my thin garments, and slowly swayed my rear free, my cheeks bouncing as they came into the cool air, the garment floated to the ground, soft as a feather. Then I turned to him, hugging my sides and peeking at him over my shoulder. 

He made a needy sound. Time to stop teasing. 

I got down onto all fours and stalked over to him, bedroom eyes at full capacity. He squirmed on the bed, obviously trying not to touch himself, his cock throbbing and bouncing against his chest like a jumping bean.

I might not like penis’s much, but he had a respectable one. The kid was trying to stay cool, but I had other things to do, other clients to please, I knew what he needed. 	I nestled myself between his legs, looking at his cock for a moment as it throbbed above me, I could feel the heat coming off of it. 

I fondled his balls with a hoof, and let my tongue slide out of my mouth, another plus about earth ponies many other types don’t know. We have very long, very dexterous tongues. His taste was almost too much for me, girls tasted better, but I let my hot wet length of tongue slurp up the bottom of his shaft, and wrap briefly around the flared head. He practically screamed. Drops of saliva dripped off my wrapping tongue all around his shaft. The dexterous tip teased the tip with a little squeeze, urging another burst of pre and a corresponding tremble.

After that I knew it was pretty much over for the kid. I looked up at him, my nose almost touching his length, my breath washing over it. 
“Now, if I put you in me, will you last more than five seconds?”

He shook his head. Goddess, he was putty in my hooves. 
“Do you want to finish right now? I’ll make it special and tell your friend we did it.” If he’d nodded any harder his head would’ve fallen off. I took the head of his cock into my mouth, and let my tongue slurp out to wrap around the shaft. 

Warm, saltiness filled my cheeks. “Celestia’s burning clitoris!” Just how long had this kid been pent up? Still, I swallowed. I always hated that part, but apparently guys liked it. Weirdos.

I let his cock out of my mouth with a pop, smacking as though I liked his taste. “Yum,” I 
said, l licking my lips. I thought I’d gotten it all, but I blinked as another spurt hit my face, ugh, he got it in my mane. I just brushed that.
“S-sorry...” He muttered, shaking in the afterglow. 
“It’s alright,” I started, about to finish with something sexy, but he fell asleep. Literally, just fell over and bam, no more consciousness. 
He snored. 
“Ugh...bucking virgins” I rolled my eyes. Ah well, he couldn’t stay in here. 

I grabbed him by the scruff of the neck with my teeth being as gentle as possible. He kinda thumped a bit on the hardwood, but hey, I didn’t think he’d wake up for a while. I once again thanked earthpony streagth and dragged him out into the hallway. With a quick buck onto my back I took him down the stairs and put him in a chair. He flopped as I carried him on my back, completely unresponsive to the movements of his body.

Someone in the restaurant made a whooping sound. I sighed, turning away from him, only to find the mushroom soup stallion standing behind me, he looked wide eyed at the stallion in the chair. 
“Uhhh....” his mouth hung open. “Hey, might as well use this to my advantage.”
“I think I broke him. You next, tiger?” I winked at him. 
He stiffened. “Oh! Uh...Yes, I suppose I am...”
I nodded, leaning forwards to kiss his cheek. “Then follow me.”

Judging from how much he liked it last time, I walked forwards and let my tail curl around his neck and drag him forwards. I felt him gulp. This position gave him and up close and personal view of my ass as it swayed up the steps, he could he reached out and touched it. But ah well, he would soon enough.

We walked into the hallway and towards my room, I stopped at the door, he seemed polite, so he was probably the chivalrous type. I looked at him over my shoulder and let my tail release him, running it under his chin and lifting it up a little
“Aren’t you going to open the door for a lady?” I teased. He was blushing like a beet, but I was surprised to find his little friend wasn’t peeking out to play just yet. 
“O-oh yes, of course,” he opened the door, and I moved to walk in when I heard a loud shriek from the room next door. Lace!

“Damn it.” I looked at him and it seemed we had the same idea at about the same time, I raced down the hall with him in tow to Lace’s room. I bucked the door with one good kick, it swung open easily, though the lock was slightly damaged. I turned to see the stallion in the bowler from earlier holding up a raygun of some kind. 
I hated this town sometimes. 

He took off his bowler to reveal a pair of horns, and cackled, a legitimate, deep, cackle. “I’ve found the home of Ms.Marelevolent, and her little pets...” he said the word the way I might say cockroach. “...now she will pay for beating me to the crystal ball of Anicktu! That museum was mine to heist from, and now, I, the Devil in the Details, have all of you to do with as I wish! And I think I’ll liquidate some assets...”

The stallion behind me stuttered in shock, everything seemed to go in slow motion, I could see the raygun floating in the air, the magical light around the trigger got brighter as it depressed. 
And that’s when the car flew through the roof. 
	
> New Day
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

	Living in Maretropolis has it’s up and downs, nice weather, a shopping mall within walking distance no matter what direction you should happen to be walking, work for an enterprising mare who’s not ashamed to do some less than honorable things. Those were ups, the downs...Yeah these were the downs. 
Super villains. 

Technically the Madame was one as well. I mean she did have sentient, super hair and she went out to “Add to the coffers” nightly, but things just got weirder every week it seemed. At least the Madame had a hobby, these guys treated it like theater. 

I honestly don’t know how nopony had found the place before, but no one seemed to recognize the Madame for what she was while she had her hair down. Apparently horn-head here had put two and two together. 

Something hit me in the resulting explosion of rubble. I was knocked senseless for a moment, stars and blackness swimming in my view. But when I regained my wits, the Madame was standing in the center of the room, her mane and tail writhing about like fierce snakes.  The horned pony was a lot flatter than when I last saw him, apparently his horns and demeanor did nothing to prevent a tall mare from simple landing directly on you. Lace was huddled in the corner crying and the unicorn stallion who had followed me up here stared with the same expression he’d when we came in, it basically read ‘What the fuck’. 

A good question. 

The Madame gave him a look out of the corner of her eye, and in a flash her tail shot out and wrapped around his body, strands tangling among his legs, his neck, his...undercarriage. He squirmed in her grip. 
“You, my sweet boy,” She cooed seductively. You could see him tremble more fiercely as she turned her gaze upon him.. “Did not see anything, did you?” He shook his head no, moaning as she squeezed him. I noticed that a little lock of her extensive hair had coiled around the tip of his shaft. 

She smiled. “And you know that if you did happen to remember something you surely didn’t see, then you might also find a car occupying the same amount of space you had been moment earlier shortly thereafter. Right?” The sweetness in her voice didn’t so much as fluctuate. 

He nodded again, his eyes clenched shut as her tail snaked and writhed around him. 
“Good boy.” She said, and released him. He stared at her, then  at me, then at Lace for a moment and bolted. “If you would return another night, I believe I can summon a voucher for you.”

Smart stallion.

Lace stood up and ran to the Madame, still crying and hugged her leg, the large mare leaned down and nuzzled her cheek, strands of her mane wrapping around her, it was odd, I’ve seldom seen them used in a hugging embrace. I wanted it...and more.

“It’s okay now Lace, he’s less of a real threat than the edge of a coffee table. He won’t be bothering you any longer. And if he does, you call for me.” She pecked Lace’s forehead. “Take the night off. Free pass, you can sleep with Leather.” Lace nodded and the Madame let her go, another thing I had seldom seen her do to her charge without it being several hours later. 

A small crowd had built up around the door, Leather was chief among them, she hugged Lace and the two went off to her room to deal with the poor mare’s panic in private, uttering words of comfort and promises of a hot, shared bath that got my lips tingling.

I had been standing there on my own for a little while, I became aware of myself staring at the Madame, she was tall, imposing, and beautiful in the light that spilled in from the hole the car had made. 

Her inky black hair writhed about in it, casting dancing shadows over my form. I shuddered, each time a shadow passed over me, almost like they were touching me. On some level I partly wanted them to, but I quickly shushed that thought, trying to find my voice. As my mouth opened, the Madame turned to me, her brow furrowing for a moment, she moved towards me in one sinuous motion. Her mane hovered around me, the ends of her fine hair floating around my face like snakes prepared to strike. 

My heart skipped a bit, despite her gaze being calm and content. She had never been known to be angry at anyone, and this certainly wasn’t one of those times.
“What happened to your eye?” She asked carefully. A strand of that lustrous thick mane reached out and caressed the side of my face. I clamped my hind legs together. 
“I...something hit me when the car came through the roof...I-it’s fine...” I tried to keep myself from shuddering. 
“Possibly me, I should have been more careful.” The Madame tutted to herself. “No no no, that will be a black eye for sure.”
My breath caught. “Oh Goddesses.” 
“Poor thing...” She frowned sympathetically, more strands of hair danced around me, getting closer, my skin tickled and tingled as they brushed so close. “Can’t go out on the floor with that. Can’t hide a black eye with makeup.” She leaned forwards and kissed the injury, there was a little pain, it was sore and puffy, but it made me clench my hind legs together oh so much tighter. 
“N-no, I’m sure that Makeover ca-”
“Shhhh,” She whispered her lips closing in on my ear, they were soft. “It’s okay.”
I knew the words that were coming next, my heart was hammering in my chest. 
“I’ll show you the love they can’t.”

The other mares stared at me from the doorway. This was the first time I’d been so close to her since the day she’d plucked me from the gutter, first time I’d been subject to her calming voice, her soothing tones, her amazing mane. I bit my lip so hard I thought it would start bleeding. 

She had an effect, I’d seen it, other mares shuddered and squirmed under her touch. But it was oh so much worse for me. In that moment I wanted to jump on her, to scream at her to show me that love. But I knew it wasn’t me thinking, it was my nethers. 

I thought about Sweet Kiss. Did I want to be so drained I could hardly stand? A plaything for the Madame. My higher functions screamed no, but my lower natures were hoarse from screaming yes. She continued in my ear, soft and sweet. 
“Meet me in my chambers in the morning.” I stiffened. She never asked anyone into her room. “Go get some rest, you deserve it, honey.” A strand of hair caressed along my chin and down my neck. I tasted blood on my lip. “Rest of you, pick it back up, don’t make me take on two of you tomorrow morning.” 
Then she simply turned and left. 
Oh Goddesses....

The mares looked at me like I was something strange as I walked out of that room. It’d taken me quite a while to have the confidence to stop clamping my hind legs together, they’d stayed the whole time. 

Into the Madame’s room. I shuddered at the thought. No one ever went into the Madame’s room, they went into the special rooms, the rooms she always used. They had seen it, some of them had lived it. But never in her room. 

I ignored their stares and simply wandered in a daze to my room, trying my hardest not to let my nethers control my actions. My black eye was starting to sting all the more, a steady throb of pain. I wasn’t sure what had hit me in the eye, but whatever it had been, it’d been hard and fast.
I closed the door behind me and pressed my back against the cold, hard wood. I let myself breath for a moment, in, out, in, out. I needed to calm myself, stop my heart from racing, my nethers from screaming. I managed after maybe an hour where my body wanted me to touch myself to her body
.
I crawled into bed, trying not to think about my black eye, about the Mistress and her promise for the morning. 
The Mistress’s room. 
“Goddesses.” 

There was little sleep that night, small snatches of it filled with dreams of inky black snakes imprisoning my body, wrapping coiling...exploring, a lifting deep laugh all around me, my world nothing but touch and sound. The vividly erotic dream was filling my mind completely. I could feel the texture in my mind of those onyx snakes, it was the Madame’s hair. In the dream I opened my eyes to see her calming smile above my body. Her gaze was electrifying even in the dream, and I felt vulnerable just by her eyes and soft grin.

I woke up with a gasp. Light was streaming through the windows, the red curtains dying it as it stretched across the hardwood floor. The Madame’s face was a ghost in my eyes for a second before I rubbed my vision clean.
“Trick! Breakfast!” called a voice, it’s normal joviality was gone, there was a curious tone to it. That summed up the day, what was to come. Curiosity, what would happen to me? Would I even come back out of that room? I was damaged goods until my eye healed, did she have use for damaged goods? 

This was a place based on looks, looking in the mirror as I climbed towards the bathroom I  saw that I looked like death warmed over. The the lack of sleep had made my eye even blacker than it probably should have been, rings sinking under both of them. My mane was a mess, more tangled for all my tossing and turning in erotic stupor. My coat was still slightly dirty from the plaster dust from the roof last night. I hadn’t even found time to bathe.

I walked forwards like a zombie, brushing my teeth, then my hair as always. Though I didn’t bother with the creams, not much point now. 
I walked out my door, over the loud steps, I passed by Lace’s room, the door was open. The roof and floor had been fixed. I wasn’t surprised, when the Madame wanted something done, it got done, and quickly. There wasn’t even a speck of dust on the floor aside from in my mane.

Down the wooden stairs and through the kitchen into the extensive, mostly silent dining hall. They’d been waiting, they all looked at me, examining me. I looked like hell and I’d stare at me too were I in their shoes. 	They’d already set a plate for me, my usual salad sat pretty as ever, though they’d never bothered to place it there before I came before, I had a feeling it was the first they set this before I was there..

I sat there, feeling heavier than usual. I ate like a robot: hoof down, up, munch munch, down up munch munch. I knew she was coming, we all knew, but she seemed to be drawing it out, making me squirm. Tales of stallions she had one picked told of her amusement in watching her ‘prey’ quiver.

The others didn’t even touch their food, heck I wasn’t hungry, I just ate because I was supposed to eat, my mind was elsewhere. I felt afraid...and....excited? Yeah, that was a conflict I’d have to deal with. I caught stares at me left and right when I bothered to look around. Conversation was muted, but still there. Were they jealous?

Part of my brain wanted her; the power, the grace, it was alluring. But another part of me wanted to run away, balked at the idea that I didn’t have a choice in the matter, that she would have me whether I wanted her too or not. 

The hooves hit the floor in the parlor. 
Everyone flinched. 
Clop. Clop.Clop. 
Out of the parlor, past the bar, and past each of the special rooms, closer and closer to the double doors. And then. They stopped. 

“Lace? Oh Lace.” She sung. Everyone stopped, despite the fact they had been frozen in place already.
Lace looked confused for a moment. She and leather shared a look before the brown mare nodded. Lace took a breath and stood. I was so afraid I didn’t even watch as her amazing ass walked to the door. 

She poked her head out and there was a brief exchange. 
She pulled it back and looked at me. 
“She...she wants you to come to her.” She said, her voice tiny. Now things were really out of hoof. 

She always came in, she always selected. She never made us go anywhere. We were her girls, her box of toys, she would come and pick the one she wanted. Everyone would breathe a sigh of relief as they were not chosen, but would not breath as she walked around them. To her, we were just things to play with.
But not today. I stood on automatic, and nodded to Lace, before walking out of the kitchen with a slow cautious walk. 

My own heartbeat was loud in my ears. 
Out of the kitchen and into the hallway, the Madame’s room was right by the entrance, so she could hear everything that went on, who came in, who came out, what was happening in the restaurant, everything, and no mare had ever been inside, save her. And now. 
Save me.

I walked up to that large, black door and knocked. I don’t know why, she’d asked me in, I could probably just walk in with no trouble, but it was like entering a forbidden place, somewhere new, unexpected. It just seemed right to knock out of courtesy. 
“Come...in.” She said, she drew out the last word, as she tended to do. I closed my eyes, the door would open inwards, all of them did, just a push of my head and I’d be inside. 
“Inside the Madame’s room.” My lungs filled with air as I took a breath, my black eye throbbed, and then...I pushed and walked inside. I stepped across the threshold into her particular boudoir, unknowing what I would expect to find.

The inside of her room was not as I has expected. I don’t know what I expected, perhaps some kind of sex dungeon, filled with whips and chains and bondage, or a sensual place filled with rose petals and plush beds.. 

What I got was dark purple. Her room was done up completely in the color, the color of royalty, the color of eroticism. Well, she’d never exactly been modest. She stood in the corner, facing the mirror, I could see her face reflected in it, but she wasn’t looking at me, she didn’t seem to be looking at much at all beside herself.. She was elsewhere, admiring her own beautiful features like I had many times before.
“Do you remember where I found you?” She asked. 
I nodded, the words coming out of my mouth by themselves. “Yes...I was starving, in the gutter, at the end of my rope. I’d robbed a store.” She nodded, turning back to the mirror.
“Yes, yes you did. Now, would you ever rob me?”

I shook my head. 
“Would you rob a store if I asked you to?”
I nodded. She chuckled, a smile slithering across her features. “Good. You’ve always been such a good girl Trick. But...you’ve got something you wouldn’t do for me...”
I felt a stab of fear in my heart. 
“N-no...I’d do anything for you...”
She looked at me in the mirror. Her thick tail started to come to life, sliding strands of hair moving towards me, seeming to look through me. 
“Are you sure?” she asked. 
I nodded. “Y-yes! Of course, you saved me!”
“Then why are you afraid of me?”
My words died in my throat. It took me a moment to find my voice. “Well...”
She arched a brow, her tail got closer to me, strands splitting off from the bigger ones, so thin I could hardly see them unless they neared something white. 
“You’re...powerful.”

Her smile got wider at that. “Oooh, you are a good girl, Trick.” Strands of her tail wrapped around my legs, not touching me, just thin, strands of living hair so close to my skin I could feel them moving, wiggling. “And because I’m powerful, there is one thing you won’t do for me.”
I shuddered. 
“You won’t tell me the truth.”
I almost stepped back, I almost pulled away, shocked. But I knew better than to do that. 
She looked at my reflection still, at me, in the mirror. “I’ve always known though, you’re not very interested in your job are you?” Yet more strands of hair so thin, so light, wrapped around me, coiling around my legs. They were touching me now, slithering up my legs to tease around my torso, tingling and tickling along my belly.
I clamped my hind legs together. 
“I-I...”
She tisked. “You don’t like stallions do you?”
My breath caught. She’d known, was that why she’d ask me here?

More and more light strands of mane tangled around me, caressing my body, along my sides, one started to curl around my neck, too light to choke me, but the promise was there, the rest of her tail was massive, she could easily overwhelm me in a second. Instead she let me stand there, to squirm. Another strand snaked further along my belly, pressing intimately close against my sensitive flesh. 

“I see how you look at them, the other mares. Sure they tend to look at eachother now and then, but they always have their eyes on the prize, a cute stallion here and there, some of them even fall in love. Can you imagine?” she laughed, her tail wrapped more light stands around me, the one at my neck wrapping a fourth time, I started to feel it now, a gentle pressure. 
I didn't answer, I probably couldn’t form words. 

“But you, oh not you, you only have eyes for the mares.” She turned her head finally, looking at me directly, standing there as her tail teased me. “Do you think I’m pretty?”
That caught me off guard. Not that I had much. 
“Well?” the strand at my neck squeezed. 
“Yes!” I yelled, and suddenly there were tears in my eyes. “Yes you’re beautiful!” 
She smiled, more gently this time. “Good. Now, doesn’t that feel better.?”
I blinked. I was really off kilter now. “Um...yes?”

She smiled a bit more, it took on that edge again. “Good, good. And now that I’ve taken away your true pain.” The strands of living hair suddenly tightened, they’d built up around me, slowly sensually. For all my clenching, I was dripping all over the floor. “Let me show you love.”
I only struggled for a moment, her tail started to pull me forwards, more and more strands wrapping around my body. It only took one thing, one little thing to make me give in. 
“Shhh, it’s okay. Come here. I accept your love.”

And with that, my hooves gave in, her tail pulled me like I was weightless, her mane starting to wrap around me too, thicker strands engulfing my body, each wiggling and exploring; no part of my body left untouched. Every nook and cranny suddenly awash with touches, sensual and soft. 

I moaned out, loud and long. 
I’m quite sure they heard me in the kitchen. My body struggled on impulse, the sensation overload almost too much. I squirmed and moved against them. The mass of her mane imprisoned my head, her voice in my ear, her tongue snaked out to lick along it, a sensual, warm, wet touch. “Shhh, enjoy it.” she whispered. “Let me show you love.”
Her coils constricted around me, snatching my breath away for a moment, there was one place they hadn’t touched yet, that writhing mass of pampered mane and tail. My slit ached with need, the touch of a mare I had craved for so long. 
“Do you want me to give it to you?” she whispered. 
“Yes! PLEASE PLEASE YES!” I begged. 
“All you had to do was ask.” She kissed my ear, and like that, she invaded. 

One long, thick strand delved into me, wiggling and squirming it’s way into my body in ways no stallion ever could, my body was rocked with pleasure, I almost came right then, but no. She wouldn’t respect me for that. I’d just be that kid on the bed. Slow to start and quick to finish. 
“Oooh, I like you.” she purred. 
I was lost in her touch, I couldn’t tell which way was up and which was down, they coiled, grabbed, squeezed and caressed, every inch of me, strands pouring over my flanks and rump, squeezing and feeling, around my belly, my legs, my hooves, my face. The world had turned dark from the already deep purple room. Her tail had completely overwhelmed my entire body, holding me in its cocoon of pleasure.

More of it poured into my needy slit, filling me, pumping in and out, in and out. I could feel another, smaller strand snaking along the curve of my haunch, slithering slowly, teasingly drawing itself over my supple body before it pressed itself to my asshole. It tickled its tip against the puckered entrance, I moaned as it swirled around it, she dared me to cume then, just to see if I would she teased and taunted, and then, she dove in, both holes filled with her, she didn’t take it slow. She took me in every way possible, as I cried out, her mane lathered itself against my tongue before diving down my throat. 

I could hear her voice against me, her breath was heavier, huskier, lustier. 
“My mane and tail are special you know...one day...I might tell you why...but for now...they need your love...and affection. I am no changling, no flowers, or candies. They want feral love, primal love. They want your lust. Give it to them and to me.”
Everything descended into a haze. My body became nothing but pleasure, pure and unfiltered, a lightning rod. She knew every spot to touch, and how to do it, every nerve was on fire. I gave in. 
I came. 
Hard. 

I’ve never felt anything like it, I’d been with a mare or two before...before meeting the Madame, but nothing compared to this, it just kept coming and coming. I knew what Sweet Kiss had been moaning about. It just didn’t stop. It might have been minutes, but more likely it was hours. She stimulated me, a constant orgasm, leaking and leaking, all over her mane, her tail, it seemed to absorb it, take it into itself
. 
I couldn’t think, I couldn’t see, I could only moan. 
And they sure as hell heard it in the kitchen. 
Somewhere around what felt like the 10th hour but was probably not even as many minutes, I lost consciousness.

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Apparently,  My body had kept moaning, I heard stories later, it’d been the whole day my moans had rung out around Madame Marelevolent’s Maretropolis Brothel. 
I’d woken up in my bed, they’d told me there, but I couldn’t move. I didn’t for three days. 
When I could finally stand, the Madame gave me the day off, not directly, I heard through Lace, who always seemed to be surprised I was alive. I kinda was too. But I got bored doing nothing on my day off, and set about cleaning up the parlor.

There was a mare in there. A mare with a purple coat and a pink streak her hair. She wasn’t one of ours. She was obviously someone who didn’t belong here. She wore glasses, and everyone seemed to walk right by her, but it was obvious to me who she was. 
I walked up to her and asked. “What do you want, hero?”
She looked up at me. “The Madame.” She said simply. 
	 
	
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