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[Winning suggestion: get in the bath with Silver Spoon and get to know her. Plus foreplay.]
 
Appel shook his head a let out a slow chuckle. If he was not already with present company, he imagined he would be seducing Aloe right about now. In his mind he was imagining her softness and warmth, and how much he wanted to mount her at that moment she was at the door. But that chance was now past, though it was clear his libido was switching up a gear.
 
Silver Spoon was quick to dive into the massive tub. Appel watched her as she frantically scrubbed her hooves and her nether clean before giving her mane and tail any attention. Knowing what she was washing into the tub, Appel was somewhat hesitant to join her fully. Though he did scale the platform and dip his hind legs into the pool, and watch the little filly glisten as the droplets reflected the ceiling lights.
 
“You look stunning,” Appel said with a warm tone.
 
“Um… thank you?” Silver Spoon replied and gave Appel a confused look. She noticed her necklace still around her neck, and was quick to pass it to Appel who gently set it aside on a stool. He tried to grab her glasses but she refused to entertain the notion.
 
“So… what brought you to this, um, lifestyle?” Appel asked cautiously.
 
“Do you really want to know, or are you just filling the silence?” Silver Spoon snapped. Clearly a touchy subject.
 
Appel waved his hooves defensively. “No offence intended, I promise. I was just curious.”
 
“Fine…” Silver Spoon said and let out a relenting sigh. “I just do it for the extra money. My best friend is really rich and I don’t want her parents to know I am beneath her status.”
 
“Pardon me?” Appel said and cocked his head.
 
“You know… social elites. Really big deals. And I am just upper class but not super special.” Silver Spoon said with a bitter tone.
 
“This bothers you?”
 
“No. Not too much. But I just want to be able to hang out with Diamond Tiara without having to ask for a meal ticket. Or however that expression goes.” Silver Spoon explained “It’s not that bad. Ponyville is mostly good company, so I don’t mind doing this.”
 
Appel shrugged. Silver Spoon was almost unfathomable to him, unlike anything he was familiar with. But it did raise a few questions.
 
“How long have you been doing this?” he asked. “You know… this.”
 
Silver Spoon thought for a moment. “About 7 months now. It started with doing classmates’ homework, but that didn’t solve the problem, especially not when they all stopped paying me for the service when Cheerilee – that’s our teacher – started getting suspicious. When I came with DT to Manehattan, I happened to spot an escort service and I got the idea from there.
 
“DT?” Appel asked.
 
“Diamond Tiara,” Silver Spoon replied.
 
“You’re pretty resourceful,” Appel said in praise. “But you knew what you were getting into, yes?”
 
“Of course! I am not stupid.” She defended. “I know about the birds and the bees. And I did have a few rules when I started: I don’t go to any pony’s home, I don’t let them get too attached to me, I don’t agree to long-term escorting, and I don’t let them have their way with me however they want. When I say ‘no’, it is over.”
 
Appel raised his brow. “Didn’t you break most of those rules with me, then?”
 
“I needed the money!” Silver Spoon said and flailed at him. “And you’re clearly rich, and out of town, so you wouldn’t be here long.”
 
Appel felt himself sticking to an accidental web of lies. He never told her he was rich – which he most certainly was not. In fact he’d already handed her a sizeable portion of his whole budget coming to Ponyville. Should he correct her now? Or should he let her pretend. He was only around for another two days after all.
 
“Sure,” he said and immediately regretted it. “I am your sugar daddy.”
 
“Exactly.” Silver Spoon affirmed, without any clear hints of hesitation.
 
There was a long moment of silence between the two. Silver Spoon started making rounds around the pool to entertain herself and humming on songs Appel did not recognise.
 
“Do you like to read books?” Appel finally asked.
 
“Well, yeah. Do I look like a dummy?” Silver Spoon replied with a frown. “I love reading!”
 
“Me too! I’m even a librarian!”
 
“I know, duh. You already said so.”
 
She was clearly not warming up to him any time soon. And it was not hard to guess why.
 
“So what can you tell me about Ponyville?” Appel tried.
 
“Um, well, it’s the centre of basically everything good and bad. Like a cosmic wheel of fortune; either a good, pleasant day, or some monster from wherever comes in and terrorise it. Constant action. Never a week goes by without some excitement.” Silver Spoon seemed almost completely jaded.
 
“That sounds pretty… exciting?”
 
“Why, isn’t every place like that?” she asked, almost confused this did not seem mundane to him.
 
“Nope. Trottingham is quiet almost year round. No… monsters terrorising it. Just peace.” Appel explained, trying to make it sound interesting.
 
“Ugh… boring.”
 
Appel was baffled. No wonder being an underage escort seemed like such a trivial idea for a filly like her; Ponyville was not a normal place!
 
“Well… what about Princess Twilight Sparkle? I mean… you have a princess living in your town. That’s pretty exciting, right?” Appel asked, wanting to change the topic.
 
“Oh, Twilight? Yeah, she’s pretty cool. Why, you planning on trying to get on top of her too?” she said, with an almost challenging tone.
 
“Um… no…” Appel said, shaking his head.
 
“Really? You had no problem defiling the petite, defenceless little me, but you draw the line at a princess?” Silver Spoon exclaimed. “You’re lying! You’re thinking about it right now, aren’t you, you pervert!”
 
“No I am not.” Appel protested.
 
“Spread your legs, then!” she demanded.
 
“Why would I do that?” he questioned.
 
“Do it!”
 
“No!”
 
“Show me your thing!”
 
“No!”
 
They were getting increasingly louder and louder. Ever since Aloe had given Appel the ‘come and mount me, stud’ look (if that was her intent), Appel had admittedly been thinking about sex non-stop. But he did not want to give Silver Spoon any more ideas. But before long she was prying her hooves between his knees and trying to force his legs apart. And she was surprisingly strong too, for a filly.
 
“Show it to me!” Silver Spoon demanded again.
 
“Ugh, fine!” Appel yelled and spread his legs wide without warning.
 
A splash and a meaty beat echoed through the room and Silver Spoon’s face was firmly pressed against Appel’s balls and hardening shaft, still in the sheath. Neither said anything. But Appel was sure she was about to bite him or something.
 
“Knew it.” Silver Spoon said. “You were getting hard.”
 
“And what are you going to do about it?” Appel asked with a defeated voice.
 
“How about this?” she said and started licking his tip.
 
Appel let out a long moan and leaned back. Silver Spoon’s small hooves wrapped around his heavy sack as she pulled herself in closer, swirling her tongue around his urethra. Her skills were absolutely enchanting. And if this was just from 7 months of escort servicing, what manner of sex goddess would she turn out to be as an adult?
 
“Oh goodness… how on earth did you learn to work a stallion like this, Silver Spoon?!” Appel pleaded.
 
“I sneaked a peak in pony mating manuals at DT’s house and at Twilight’s Library%,” Silver Spoon explained with a giggle.
 
“You’re a naughty little filly, you are%!” Appel said and stroked her mane. “Whatever shall I do with you?” 
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[What will Appel do next?]

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