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Prequel pieces: >>1321859 and >>1322428  
Next: >>1331035
 
After letting the cum flow out from herself, and waking up from her cum drunken state, Silver Spoon was bemused to realise she hadn’t in fact just woken up from a nightmare, but actually accepted a majorly misinformed agreement. Appel, the terrifyingly endowed stallion from out of town, stood over her, having kindly made sure she did not pass out in the pool of cum that had been made in the alley. But for how long had she been out of it?
 
“There we are. Sorry if I went a little rough on you,” Appel said in a sweet and tender tone.
 
“Rough is putting it… lightly,” Silver Spoon replied, avoiding any and all eye contact.
 
“To be honest, when I flared up, I couldn’t pull out at all. I was worried for you there.”
 
“How sweet of you…” Silver Spoon frowned and stretched her hind legs. She was sore all over. “So… what exactly did I agree to?”
 
“Oh, not a lot. Just being my chaperone in Ponyville for the duration of my stay,” Appel replied with an unwelcome level of confidence.
 
“Oh… is that all? I would love to know how long that might be for?” Silver Spoon asked sarcastically.
 
“Three days. Just this weekend. Though I need to book into a hotel first, of course.”
 
Three days? Seemed manageable. As long as he wouldn’t mount her again any time soon. That would be a pain. She had not yet counted the bits on offer, but an educated guess would say it might make it worth her while. But she needed to be smart about it, or Appel would surely want another round with her. Or worse, her escort service would become known to more ponies than she might want. Discretion was more important than ever. Though… couldn’t she back out? Or would that be too sensible?
 
“One condition,” Silver Spoon said.
 
“Sure, I am flexible,” Appel replied.
 
“Please no… um…” Silver Spoon whimpered in embarrassment, “no more… sex… for now… please?”
 
Appel cocked his head and raised a brow. “I had no intention of it, miss,” he assured her. “At least not for a while. I am spent.”
 
A sigh of relief escaped the filly. He seemed more reasonable than she first feared.
 
“Alright. I can do this,” she started. “So, where would you like me to take you?”
 
“Maybe somewhere you can get cleaned up,” he suggested and pointed at her backside.
 
Silver Spoon only then realised a long trail of cum from the pool leading up to her hindquarters. She was not yet fully drained. And she was leaving sticky prints on the ground. She was a total mess!
 
“Oh… my… gosh…” she cried. “The… the spa. I’ll take us to the spa!”
 
“Well… let me help you wipe that off first,” Appel said.  

 
[What will Appel do next?]
 
A) Let Silver Spoon lead him to the spa.  
B) Suggest going to the hotel instead.