> Iron Will makes a porno
>  by Gabriel LaVedier
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> Getting Into Business
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	“... And that's why you gotta qualitate your potentiality!” Iron Will crossed his beefy arms across the mighty slabs of his bulging pectorals, flexing subtly to emphasize the strength of his words. He gave his usual winning and confident smile, one brow perking in a cheeky gesture. Suddenly, he thrust a finger outward and affected a serious expression. “That's why if somepony tries to block, show 'em that you rock!”
He wasn't pointing at much. Aside from a few of his (poorly paid) goat workers milling about in the back of the motel's cheap conference room and eating the dingy tablecloths he had only two audience members. One was a unicorn stallion who was fast asleep, head down, drool puddle and all; the other was a pegasus mare watching him intently. Once the pointing had ended she called out, “So when do you start dancing?”
The minotaur's huge head fell and he let out a giant sigh. Despite his utter disappointment and sense of failure he still started to move his hooves, shuffling and tapping them on the wooden stage, adding a few flexes of his arms every so often. 'A bull's gotta eat...' he thought bitterly, as the bit coins and bills hit the stage, accompanied by lusty, lewd cries from the mare.
Cleaning up from his latest demotivating motivational speech disaster had been remarkably easy. Take down the banner, sweep up the money, pay the motel for the tablecloths, dock his goats for the cost and then trundle out to the usual.
The motel bar provided the proper cap to his ritual of failure. How long had he been doing this exact thing? Years. It felt more like decades. Iron Will kept waiting to be presented with the lifetime underachievement award. Granted, he was a minotaur in pony society, never an easy sell. But he though for sure he had a dynamite business plan! Motivational speaking! He had presence, charisma, a good voice and a tie! What more could he need? “An audience...” he muttered into his glass of ouzo.
The glasses he was using hammered his alien nature home. Back home he would be in a proper taverna with fried zucchini, a salad and properly sized glasses of near-frozen liquor made on the premises. The pony glasses were little more than shot glasses to him, and the liquid was barely cool. At least it was imported. He could really taste the anise.
It was considered stupid to sock ouzo on an empty stomach, but a delayed intoxication suited his mood. He needed it. And besides, it was never a good idea to sell your soul to cheap bar food; it would have its revenge soon enough.
“You hear from Flank?” Iron Will turned his head slightly, to two ponies talking slightly down the bar. The pair of earth ponies looked like dead-common post-Frat douchebags, with their trendy clothes and spike-cut manes.
“Yea dude, said he got a call-back on his audition. They really loved the way his dick waved on camera.” That statement made the minotaur jerk back a little.
“Fucking asshole. Couldn't set us up with that? I'll fuck some slut on camera. They don't even have to fucking pay me for that shit. I'm on that.”
“Oh yea, you got all the poon.” The second pony shoved the first and laughed in his face, “You even struck out with the fat whores and donkeys. You'd fucking pay for it if you could.”
“Fuck you, dude.” The first shoved his drinking companion back then slugged down a shot of something that looked cheap and potent. “For serious, though... fucking some sweet pussy and getting paid!”
The two stallions clopped hooves, the second also slamming a shot. “For real, man. Serious cash doing that shit. Pound some bitch while a creepy dude shoves a camera at your junk and make serious bank.”
“I fucking hate Flank, he's gonna be up to his neck in porn stars and money and we get shit. And he's probably gonna send us the videos. That's fucking queer, dude.” The first shook his head and motioned for another.
“Free porn, man, free porn.” While the two devolved into talk of pornography, bitches and lies about former conquests, Iron Will fell deep into thought.
He had tried acting before, as a sort of transitional step between grunt work and motivational speaking. Well... not so much 'acting.' He had been a pitch-bull for any cheap 'As seen on TV' garbage his train-wreck of an agent could get. He barely cleared any money after paying the leech, and was constantly drowning in sleaze, having to lie through his perfect white teeth about juicers that added more peel than juice and magic elixers that were just barely free of toxic materials. Sometimes he thought he had been used for those because his hefty frame could handle the effects.
That thought made him feel foolish much later on, as he scoured the newspapers for any hint of such locations. If regular movies would not bother with him, why would porn be any different. True, he had never seen any Equestrian porn, but he had to assume it was just ponies having sex, probably in sleazy locations.
He had never even considered having sex with a pony. Four legs, small bodies, two very small teats rather than big, robust udders. Not much there to appeal to him. It would be a job, sure, more of a chore than a passion but he needed some inspiration to... he went back to his search and found a tiny casting call notice. 'Bare Mare Studios. All Species Welcome.'
The notice had not been very forthcoming about what to bring, or what to do, but it was a porn studio. Iron Will had a vague idea of what was expected. The next day Iron Will found himself walking down the street, in a particularly dark part of the city. The smaller buildings were trapped beneath the shadows of the skyscrapers and victims of urban decay. In a sense. It didn't seem that bad, things were at least kept up. The location itself was rather clean, a modest building of a few stories and of good depth made mostly of stone with small, covered windows, probably for good reason. The sign above told him he was in the right place. 'Bare Mare Studios', written in a flowing script, with the image of mares, one of each species, hiding themselves behind the curves of the writing.
The lobby he entered was surprisingly well-appointed. It had a very modern feel, the walls curved comfortingly and painted a soft eggshell white. The carpet beneath his hooves was a dark blue and the high ceilings were set with humming fluorescent lights. In the center of the room was a receptionist area, made of two semi-circular desks set low. They were staffed by two cream-colored unicorn mares wearing headsets. The one facing front saw Iron Will enter and gave him a smile. “Good day, sir, and Welcome to Bare Mare Studios. How may I help you? Do you have an appointment perhaps?”
It was certainly not what he had been expecting. In all honesty it looked like the waiting room of a doctor's office. The main difference was, when someone was instructed to disrobe and bend over, it wasn't to take their temperature. The cordial welcome and nice surroundings threw Iron Will for a loop. He just held out the newspaper, and pointed at the circled casting call notice. “Uh, my name is Iron Will and I saw this notice here that you were looking for...”
“Of course! Of course. Someone new for the open casting. Well now... we've never had a minotaur, have we?” The first receptionist turned back to look at the second.
“No... which is weird. We've had everything else in here.” The other mare stroked her chin and regarded Iron Will. “That should go over well.”
“You're right,” The first mare said, using her magic to open a door in the back of the reception area. “Straight down the hall and to the right. Just knock when you see the door marked, 'Sapphire Shores.' Tell her you're here for the casting call and things will go from there. And thank you for choosing 'Bare Mare Studios' for employment.”
Iron Will proceeded to the door as indicated, somewhat confused by how easy it had been, given his usual rejection. The hallway he found within looked like a standard office hallway. The same blue carpet, walls covered in a textured wallpaper in a neutral color and posters on the wall between doors. Rather than the usual nature scenes or encouraging slogans, however, there were posters for what he assumed were productions of the studio. There were some standard pieces, as he expected, such as something called, 'Nightmare Poon' with a very cheesily-done fake Nightmare Moon, and its sequel, 'The Return of Nightmare Poon: The Repoonening.' However, he also saw titles such as 'Jacking Off' featuring male donkeys, and 'Den of the Diamond Dongs' with a few Diamond Dogs in evidence.
The varied fare had his mood bright by the time he got to the indicated door. A few solid knocks brought for a sweet, slightly husky voice from within, “C'mon in, honey, it's open.” Opening the door revealed a rather ordinary office, somewhat tight, or perhaps 'cozy' would be the kinder description. Several file drawers stood around a large darkly-stained antique desk. Behind that was Sapphire Shores, formerly the Pony of Pop. No one ever knew what became of her after bowing out gracefully when her sales started to decline and she knew her time in the spotlight was up. “Well hey there honey. Mm! I know why they sent you to me.”
“Greetings miss... Shores? As in the Sapphire Shores? I've heard of you, and I don't even listen to music that much,” Iron Will said, tilting his head slightly.
“Of course you've heard of me. I think every creature in Equestria has. Back in my prime I was everywhere,” Sapphire noted, with some pride.
“I thought you were still making music,” Iron Will said, scratching his chin in confusion.
“Oh no, honey. I saw the writing on the wall. I knew when my time had come. Careers never last long for pop ponies like me. I took my money and got out clean. Now I work here, 'cause I need something to do during the day. Keeps me honest,” The pop pony said with a wink and titter.
“Uhh, so you're one of the... stars here?” Iron Will cast his mind back over the posters. Had he seen her face on any of them?
“What? Awww naw, that ain't my style. I know they'd love to see it, but I am not gonna sell out like some Joke-smokin' has-been.” Sapphire rubbernecked at the minotaur and took on a serious look. “I can still work hard at promotion and other things. I did a lot on my own when I was a singer. I do casting around here. And I'm guessing you just might... fit. So tell me, honey, how big are you?”
“Seven foot three,” Iron Will replied, scrabbling in a pack he had with him for his ID.
"No," Sapphire giggled, "I'm talking about your tool. How big are we talking? Breezie? Workhorse? Donkey? Zebra? Olympic?”
The sudden realization of what was meant made the minotaur blush deeply and subtly cross his legs. "I... I don't know," Iron Will said, "I've never measured it before." He then placed a large hand over the tasteful cobalt blue loincloth he was wearing.
"Really?" Sapphire said, surprised, "You mean you've never been the least bit curious?"
Iron Will glanced at her pitiably, before looking away. “Uh, well, it never really came up before.”Sapphire Shored raised an accusatory eyebrow. It suddenly dawned on Iron Will that his statement could be misconstrued. “I mean it has come up!” Iron Will said hastily, “Plenty of times! What I meant was a situation when I would be able to measure it never-”
“I know what you meant,” Sapphire said as she interrupted Iron Will before he could further embarrass himself, “I just wanted to see you sweat. No matter," the mare said, with a light titter, "We'll get you measured right now. Just drop the cloth and show me the beef.”
Iron Will stammered a bit at the request but figured it was a necessary part of the process. He needed the work and knew it would be best to play the game. With a slight tremble he slid down the cloth, exposing his bullhood. Dormant, his organ was a dark blue tube that curved slightly as it hung down from his crotch. The flesh was slightly wrinkled and it was crowned with an abundant foreskin. The length was comparable to a pony at drop. The testicles below had a strongly ovoid cast, more so than the usual. Their seat in the scrotum practically created pointed bottoms and indeed very nearly made it looks as though there was a split between them. They were certainly far more generously sized than even the most endowed pony, by a decent margin. “Got a... measuring tape?” Iron Will asked, with some quaver in his voice.
It took Sapphire a minute to respond, given the way she was simply staring at the hanging flesh and lightly-waving stones. She regained her composure with a sweep of her mane and smiled up at her charge. “Naw, honey, I'm gonna need you to get hard. That way we know who we can put you with and do some on-the-box advertising about size. Gotta obey the law about that.”
“Right. Let me, uh, get on that...” At first Iron Will tried to will himself hard, but it was hard to do on command. His next attempt was to stroke it, flopping it it against his abs and his scrotum, fingers gently rubbing up by the glans hidden beneath the foreskin. Nothing much happened, other than a deepening of the blush on his face. “I, uh, can't seem to...”
“Don't worry, honey, it happens to a lot of guys,” Sapphire said, with a practiced ease, while patting him comfortingly on the arm. She opened up a cabinet beside one of her filing cabinets and revealed a television and selection of  videos. “Got all the porn you could possibly want here,” Sapphire said, with an unusual amount of pride.
Iron Will flipped through the selection and noted both the titles and covers. Ponies. All ponies. “This isn't likely to help me much. I don't really... really go for pony porn.”
“That's fine. We all have our preferences,” Sapphire said, with another pat on Iron Will's arm. “Try something I learned working here. Close your eyes. Tune out everything and just focus on what you really love to see. That should work for ya.”
“It's certainly worth a try...” Iron Will shut his eyes tight and pulled his focus inward, shutting out the light murmur of an office environment and focusing exclusively on the women back home. Some spicy little number, black and white spots... no, all roan. Nice, reddish coat all over, long hair in curly rings, steel ring in her nose. Maybe gold, to set off her green eyes. Toga sliding off her nice, strong muscles, heavy chest bouncing and full of milk, her udders sagging low on her belly, teats engorged. Standing bare on the beach, in front of a sunset, one hand squeezing a chest teat the other pulling on an udder teat, two streams of milk arcing and splattering onto the sand...
While the action was going on in his mind, there was still some activity going on with his body. When Iron Will had gone to think, Sapphire Shores had taken the opportunity to get her measuring tape. She turned around in time to see the big minotaur proving he was not just a shower but a grower. The blue organ had deepened in color, with the subtle trace of veins showing just beneath the surface. The wrinkled skin had pulled tight to the engorged flesh beneath, the hanging foreskin pulling back a bit to exposed the dark, purplish crown, slit shining as a small, clear bead of precum appeared. “Sensational!” Sapphire cried, quickly slapping the tape against the grown member. “What is your name, honey?”
The sudden cry and the press of the vinyl tape against his heated flesh snapped Iron Will out of his fantasy, eyes whipping down to regard the excited mare ogling his package like it was a great treasure. “M-my name is Iron Will. I mean, that's what it is now but back home it was...”
“That's fine, honey that... is... fine! Oh you've got a name and a knob for this business. Hmm. Maybe we'll just call you Iron Willie from now on? How is that? You could make a mint under that name. Oh I know just the role for you, believe me!”
“You mean I'm hired?” Iron Will smiled brightly and adjusted his tie, suddenly forgetting he was naked and erect in front of a mare. “This is fantastic!”
“Oh it sure is...” Sapphire muttered, wiping a bit of drool from her chin as she watched the minotaur monster slowly shrink back down to a flaccid state. Remembering her professionalism she cleared her throat and opened up one of the cabinets to extract a small pile of papers. “I'll just need you to fill in this information. We'll get you into the union, waive your screen test and have you on set once you pass your medical screening.”
Iron Will whistled as he settled himself onto his knees to start in on his paperwork, testicles occasionally resting on the ground as he worked. “That's mighty nice of you. This means a whole lot to me.”
“Believe me honey, it will probably mean a whole lot to your lucky costar,” Sapphire said with a grin, standing behind Iron Will to watch the testes wave.

It had been a whirlwind few weeks. Iron Will had relied on his meager savings and a few more middling speaking gigs to get him through the period, which also had included his battery of medical checks. There had been a rather odd sense of pride in being told he was completely STD-free and the picture of perfect health. He had also felt a strange swell of pride in getting his Equestrian Adult Actor's Coalition membership card. He felt so official and accepted. It even made him forget that he was being cleared to work in porn.
After everything had been cleared and he had been given a phone call he strolled into 'Bare Mare' to find the same secretaries as before. “Well hello there, beefcake. Welcome back,” The first secretary said to him, with a teasing lilt.
“Hello there ladies. Sapphire called me about a part...” Iron Will began.
“Right. Down this hallway to studio three,” The second secretary used her horn to open a door, then dropped a wink to the minotaur. “Have fun. You pulled a winner for your first job.”
“Uh, thank you, ladies,” Iron Will said, somewhat confused by the huge, knowing smiles of the two secretaries. He strolled down the hallway, again noting more movie posters. It was a very ordinary hall, once again. Exactly as might be seen in an office building. He reached the studio indicated and opened the door, expecting to find a sleazy, seedy space of wanton debauchery and grime.
What greeted him when the door opened was a very plain scene. The walls were a uniform gray tone and made of some kind of foam material. The floor was polished stone, with grip tape laid down. Wires snaked everywhere, leading to cameras and various monitors and microphones as well as other machines whose purpose he did not know. In the center and to the back was a set piece, a backdrop looking like moss-covered stone while the decorations resembled a kind of stone altar. There was also a reasonably ornate stone-looking throne set by the altar in such a way that it could be shot from several angles.
As soon as he was on set he was approached by Sapphire Shores, who had another set of papers with you. “I've got your contract here. Consider yourself lucky, you are going to be working with the biggest star in the Equestrian adult film industry.”
Iron Will did not question anything, he just started signing on the proper dotted lines. He had to bleed off his nervous energy. “I never really got much information about this...”
“Had to make sure you'd be cleared for it. We can get the script for you before we start. This is going to be the third in our most successful series. You've heard of Daring Do? This is our porn parody, Daring Screw. It's called Daring Screw and the Minotaur's Member," Sapphire Shores said, "You should consider yourself lucky to be getting a title role in your first picture."
“Certain parts getting the role,” Iron Will noted, with a small chuckle, before asking, “So what do I do?”
“First of all you should meet the director. He's a real big shot in the industry.” Sapphire led Iron Will away to a stallion sitting in a director's chair. The shades-wearing, suited male was none other than Hoity-Toity, noted fashion critic and notorious defender of pornographic magazines. “Here he is, Mister Hoity. Iron Willie, like I was telling you.”
Hoity-Toity slid down his sunglasses just a little bit and gave the big minotaur a once-over. “Well, he certainly looks the part. I was afraid we'd need to apply a bit of makeup to a Diamond Dog. This solves any number of problems. So Mister... William, I assume you have been informed of your duties?”
“Not yet, Mister Hoity. I wanted it all squared away before I gave him anything. But he's all cleared, union card and all. He just needs a script.” Sapphire said.
“Very good instincts, Miss Shores. You were quite correct to do so, and I will provide that after he has met the starlet. But before that, the preliminaries. He must meet... the harpy.”
“I didn't even know you employed harpies,” Iron Will said.
“Oh not like the makeup-smeared stars of the last Daring Screw film. I refer to the blood-thirsty legal beast who represents your charming co-star. She is so terrifying I have only deigned to have at her a few dozen times, and only a few times before the camera.” Hoity-Toity pushed his sunglasses back up and hit an intercom near his chair. “Miss Finish, please come in here. The co-star has arrived.”
It took a few moments but soon enough another flamboyant figure emerged onto the set and made a beeline for Hoity-Toity's chair. Her snowball mane and all-concealing glasses were unmistakeable. Photo Finish, former A-list fashion photographer turned legal-eagle talent agent with a client list that was short but incredibly mighty. She made a name as the best by only representing the best. “Guten Tag to you, Hoity,” she said in her usual dismissive tone, “You are looking fair for a pornographer.”
“And good day you you, Photo. You are not as pinched and unpleasant today.” After responding in kind Hoity practically leaped for Photo Finish, the mare grabbing him up as he came close, both merging into a loud, passionate kiss. Cheeks bulged as their tongues met, twined, thrust and parried, saliva swapping freely between the two professionals. Hot, bestial sounds emerged from the two as they savored one another's mouths. Iron Will looked on with no small amount of shock, confusion and utter discombobulation. Sapphire didn't even blink. Eventually they parted with a soft sound, regaining proper composure immediately, the only sign of anything untoward being a sheen on their lips. “As I said, here we have the co-star, a Mister William. A genuine minotaur. Only the best for your client.”
“As it should be,” Photo declared, firmly. She strode up to Iron Will and began to appraise him with the eye of a professional used to judging flesh. Her face betrayed no emotion; she neither approved nor disapproved of his looks. “Sholid und shtrong. Sehr gut. He ish acceptable,” She said, turning to Hoity.
“That means she likes you,” Sapphire said with a wink, gently nudging Iron Will.
"So," Photo Finish said, turning her critical gaze on Iron Will once more, "How many other productions have you been in?"
"Uh..." Iron Will stammered, nervously, "One. Including now."
"What?!" Photo Finish exclaimed. She marched over to Hoity Toity and poked him in his chest. "Is this shome kind of joke?" Photo Finish seethed, "Mein client ish one of the biggest shtars in the adult film indushtry! I am not going to have her work along shide shome greenhorn!" The comment had Iron Will grabbing at his horns, trying to get a look at them in anything reflective.
"Miss Finish," Hoity Toity said, coolly, "Your client has been under a lot of things. Perhaps it's slipped your mind that she's also under contract. If she walks off the project, we'll sue."
Photo Finish engaged in a slow burn but turned aside with a huff. “Fine! I will get the shtarlet.” She then stalked off stomping her hooves.
“She's very passionate about her clients. She's very passionate about everything. But that is why she is the best. I would not bother dealing with less,” Hoity noted to a very deflated-looking Iron Will.
Photo Finish came back from one of he other doors, which indicated it led to dressing rooms. Trailing her was the starlet for the movie. She was a pegasus, of course, bright and sunshiney yellow, like a polished lemon. Her hair was cropped into a slightly masculine style, and dyed into a multi-hued grayscale, a monochromatic rainbow. Her tail was the same way, combed out into perfect straightness. She enhanced her look as an imitation of Daring Do with a khaki shirt open down to mid-chest and a khaki pith helmet. Despite the reputation of Daring Do and her own attempt at looking the part the yellow mare looked quite shy and retiring.
"Ach, Flootershy!" Photo Finish cooed, looking back at her client, "Your makeup ish wunderbar!"
“Oh my, thank you, Miss Finish. The makeup artist has gotten very good at cutting my mane and applying the dye. He's so careful, he even made the carpet match the drapes,” Fluttershy said, with a soft blush across her features. Then she noticed Iron Will, her blush getting even deeper and broader. “Oh, is that my costar?”
“That ish the director's contention,” Photo noted, icily, looking at the smug-seeming Hoity-Toity, “But I have my concerns about thish inexperienced parvenu! Flootershy is a beeg shtar! She won't shpread her famous legs for joost anyone!”
“I don't mind at all,” Fluttershy noted, mildly, still looking up at Iron Will's unique form and musculature. “He looks friendly and very nicely built. He'll probably do his job well, and do me well.”
“I'm joost concerned with your image, dahling,” Photo Finish said, quietly, trying to approach the starlet with mild tones, “This amateur ish joost hoping to ride your coattails.”
“Oh my dear Photo Finish, he is going to be riding far, far more than that,” Hoity-Toity huffed, “And if you'd kindly get out of the way we could start the rehearsal and get to the filming with all speed.”
“Head back down into the dressing rooms. There's a room there marked 'Male Talent.' That's yours for now,” Sapphire Shores said to Iron Will, gently nudging him towards the door to the hall. “You'll find your costume for the movie in there, and I'll have your script when you get back.
“Right. Thank you,” Iron Will mumbled, gaze casting back over the beautiful starlet. He had never thought about a pony as beautiful, but there was something about her bearing that made her quite attractive. Through the door there were only a few additional doors down a short hallway. He found one for mane and makeup, one with a huge, golden star on it labeled with 'Fluttershy' and one at the end with a bland, generic name plate stating, 'Male Talent.'
Inside the room he found a rather spare space, a wardrobe with some pony-sized outfits in it, a small chair, a table with a large mirror surrounded by light bulbs, and an intercom. Resting on the tabletop were two items: a hairy black loincloth that looked to be just the right size, and a pointed black hood, with holes for his horns and enough material to fully cover his face.
He removed his tie and his own personal loin cloth, replacing both with the new trappings of his career. The cloth sort of itched thanks to the coarse hair covering it, but it fit well enough. He did not anticipate wearing it long. The hood did, indeed, hide his face from view, leaving him an imposing and anonymous presence. He was not that eager to be seen on screen, which made the all-concealing cloth all the more appealing.
When he emerged from the back he was confronted by Sapphire Shores holding out a thin collection of papers. “Seems like I've always got some papers for ya, don't it honey?” She laughed softly and flipped through the pages. “Just got a bit of dialogue for ya. You're the climax, in more ways than one. She has to go through the whole maze to get to the treasure, that big beef stick ya got under that hairy thing. Don't worry, you'll be fine. Wanna run it with her before ya get to the set?”
“That would help,” Iron Will said, flipping through the thin collection of pages. Mostly it was grunts and filming instructions, notations of where to turn to emphasize the scene for the camera. But there were some actual words, passing between himself and Daring Screw at the beginning and end. “You weren't kidding about the end.”
“First role, honey. It ain't gonna be much. But you're so important you get notice in the title,” Sapphire noted, as the two walked over to a spot by the set, “Besides, you're working with Fluttershy. Most guys would give up their left nut to get this chance. Though really, for you you could do that and still have more spunk in reserve than our previous record holder.”
Iron Will cleared his throat to hide his nervousness as he looked down to Fluttershy. She looked even cuter now that he had had a chance to get into costume as well. “It's a pleasure to get the chance to work with you. I'm not familiar with your work but I can, uhh, imagine,” Iron Will said, in what he hoped was a friendly tone.
“Oh how nice you you to say,” Fluttershy said, dropping a sweet little smile, “I promise I'll try to make this easy for you. It's your first time, after all.”
“Now, so I am clear, it is not your first first time ever, is it?” Hoity-Toity looked over the top of his sunglasses once more.
“No, no! No... yes.” Iron Will slumped but quickly added, “W-with a pony. I'm used to other minotaurs. Never had the opportunity before...” He thought back to all his seminars that ended with him dancing for bills and coins. All the looks the mares gave him. They weren't picky about the body the muscles came on... “That I actually wanted to take.”
“You will be reshpectful when you take her or thish neophyte career you think you have ish over!” Photo Finish stomped her hoof and glared hard at Iron Will.
“Calm down, um, please,” Fluttershy squeaked to Photo Finish. “We can work on the scene when I first get to the center of the maze and don't see you at first.”
“Sounds good to me,” Iron Will said, looking down at his copy of the script to find his cue.
“Alright, I'm ready,” Fluttershy said, clearing her throat with an adorable 'ahem', “'Here I am. Finally, after all the intimate traps and groping plants I'm here to claim the treasure. The legendary Minotaur's Rod. A powerful artifact made of... shining blue marble'?” Fluttershy looked curiously across at Sapphire Shores.
“Don't blame me, honey. I just told the writers what color big and beefy here had on his tool. They made up the rest,” Sapphire noted with a shrug of her shoulders.
Fluttershy went over the line in her head to try and make it sound better on camera, then continued on. “It's supposed to be here, maybe it's by this altar.”
Iron Will looked over his cue and saw he was suppose to rise up slowly, imposing, to flex for the camera and appear as intimidating as possible, to contrast with Fluttershy's small and retiring figure. “'Who has found my cave in the heart of my maze? Some foolish adventurer has roused me from my slumber and must pay for her insolence with her pussy.' Then I move my loincloth aside and show off.”
“So do it,” Hoity-Toity said, motioning with his forehooves. “Show your bullhood, do your second lines and then give us a demonstration of your capabilities.”
“Right, uh, right. Let me...” Iron Will slid aside his loin cloth and revealed the hanging piece of wrinkle-fleshed meat, dangling over the low-hanging ovoid testicles. All the ponies around him seemed interested in one fashion or another, from Hoity-Toity's professional approval, Photo Finish's calculated look of measurement, and Fluttershy's blushing appreciation. “Okay, now... 'Come on, little pony. Time to feel the power of my magic staff. We can do this the easy way, the hard way, or my way.' What does that even mean?”
“I learned to stop asking,” Fluttershy giggled, before getting back into character, “'What is the difference between the hard way and your way?'”
“'How long it takes before you can walk again,'” Iron Will said, with an incredulous lift in his voice at the end. “Really? They're going to use that line? That's kind of dark for porn, isn't it? Maybe pony porn is dark...”
“It's supposed to be funny,” Sapphire noted, tapping at her chin. “Our audience has a weird sense of humor.”
Fluttershy pushed on, putting all her innocence into her words, “'If that's how it is, I'd better do it the easy way. I guess to feel the potential of the rod I need to awaken its power.” She leaned in slowly, letting the velvet-softness of her snout tip just barely bush along the taut skin of the minotaur's ball sac, and up over the drooping foreskin of his meat. She was not unfamiliar with the construction, having been in many mixed-species productions, though the size was unexpected. She continued to tickle and rub at the skin, letting her warm breath puff out in small, controlled bursts from her nostrils. Each breath in sucked in a warm mixture of bull musk, spices and some kind of fruit. He was fresh out of the shower. How kind of him! The realization sped her usual order of action, prompting her to let her tongue slip out, the pink muscle teasingly tickling at the foreskin and the opening at the tip. That gave her a small taste of spice and fruit. He had really done a good job.
Through all the usual A-plus, no-fail techniques Fluttershy had honed over a good career in the industry, Iron Will's member did not move. It did not even twitch. It remained as flaccid as he had been at the start. Even after the tickling flick just inside his foreskin, which made him tremble, and the slow working of the soft, pouty lips over the dormant rod that pulled it bit by bit into the pegasus' mouth, there was nothing. Though all the observers had some comment in mind Photo finish was the first to vocalize her anger and disappointment. “Ach! Rise you bull-horned schweinhund! Even the mosht utterly female-deshpising Colt Cuddler would be hard ash a rock by now!” She turned on Hoity-Toity with a surge of anger. “You! Thish ish your doing! I don't care how freakishly overshized your parts are, you cannot do thish to my client!”
“How dare you?!” Hoity-Toity exclaimed, practically bumping faces with Photo Finish. “Listen you balloon-teated harpy, this was hardly my doing! I was assured he could perform and had a tallywhacker of appropriate size for use on a fetish-parody like this! If anything it was her fault,” Hoity pointed across at Sapphire.
“Now hold on just one minute, you are not gonna pin all this one me!” Sapphire glared at both of the sunglasses-wearing ponies. “I know what I saw and he had one big mare-spreader! Look at the balls! This is some bull-”
“Wait!” Fluttershy shocked the little assembly with her sudden outburst, shrinking down self-consciously as all eyes fell on her. “... Please? I'm sure this is no one's fault. It's the poor guy's first day. He prepared so hard, I can taste it. He must be so nervous.”
Iron Will rubbed at one beefy arm, looking away a bit. “Yea, it's true...”
Hoity-Toity sighed, with some force, but waved a hoof dismissively. “Everyone... take a break. Let's have the passion stay on camera if at all possible.”
“At lasht, you shay something senshible,” Photo Finish said, nudging Hoity on the flank. “Come, we go negotiate a posshible exit to thish dishashter and make... the magics!”
“Beats lunch in the commissary,” Hoity mused, trotting off with Photo.
Sapphire strolled off without a word, leaving Fluttershy and Iron Will alone. The bull pulled off his hood and stood there in his itchy loincloth, looking on the verge of tears. “Miss Fluttershy I am so sorry...” He began.
“Would, um, would you like to have lunch with me?” Fluttershy asked, looking up at iron will with big, hopeful eyes.
“What? Lunch? After all that you'd really want to..?”
The mare nodded sweetly and gave him a winning smile. "If you're going to put your dick inside me, I should probably at least know your name."
Iron Will looked almost stunned by that statement. “Huh. I guess so. They call me Iron Willie here, but I went by Iron Will on the lecture circuit.”
“Sounds fascinating. Come on, we can talk more over lunch.” Fluttershy carefully placed a wing against Iron Will and led him along the maze of halls to the studio commissary.
> Getting the business
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

	“... So I tried my best, of course. But life isn't easy for a minotaur in pony lands. I gave a lot of great speeches but I couldn't pack them in.” A few minutes after the on-set rehearsal debacle, Iron Will and Fluttershy were seated together at a table in the studio commissary, sharing a Greek salad and sodas. It was a standard office-like cafeteria, with linoleum floors, particle board tables with vinyl veneers, plastic chairs and a formica counter from which the food was served. A few folks were milling about, but the two were largely alone. “I was lucky to break even from sales of seats, even at the cheapest motels,” Iron Will said as he picked at his salad, “If I was really lucky some muscle-loving mare would ask me to dance. I hated it, but it put food on the table.”
“I'm surprised, with your good muscle tone and warm personality you seem like a natural for it,” Fluttershy said, with a small blush. “You already said you wanted to be a motivational speaker. That takes a lot of nerve. I'm sure I could never do it.”
“That's different, “Iron Will said, “It takes a different sort of nerve and preparation. It's your mind that really matters. My look promotes my ideas about staying true to you and potentiality. I honestly don't have the save kind of nerve as... these folks...” Iron Will trailed off as he watched a new arrival walk up to the counter. It was a tall, broad Diamond Dog, wholly nude save for what looked like a very well-filled gem pouch loosely tied off at his crotch and attached to a thong. “That's a strange costume.”
“That's not a costume, that's the traditional Diamond Dog undergarment. They had lots of gem pouches around and knew exactly what they needed to protect. They added the thong for extra security in keeping it on.” Fluttershy said.
“You sure know a lot about that. Worked with a lot of them, have you?” Iron Will asked.
Fluttershy blushed lightly and took a sip of soda. “Oh, not really. I mostly work with other ponies. But I often eat lunch with another starlet that Miss Finish represents, Rarity. She used to do pony only movies until she did a scene with a Diamond Dog. Now she refuses to do movies with anything else. If you met her you'd think she was born with them. She hangs out with them after work, she makes jokes like them, and she always says such nice things.”
“Must make for some pretty intimate movies. Maybe I was wrong about dark porn...” Iron Will mused.
“Oh, um, well... in almost all of her movies she plays a pony who hates everything about Diamond Dogs, but they take her anyhow. They're very, umm, convincing.”
Iron Will just stared in disbelief. “And they... go for that? It sells?”
“Well, the actors know it's fake. She is very nice before and after. It's just a script. And the videos sell well. I don't know why but they do.” Fluttershy let the matter drop with a shrug and a munch from the shared salad.
Iron Will contemplated that for a while, and tried to think of some of the porn he had seen. Cows captured by lascivious ponies. It had been unusual but maybe a little appealing... “Huh, I see your point... still, I don't know if I could really do that. I like making my kind look positive. I'm a little hesitant about making them look bad. I'm a little hesitant about... everything.”
“It's okay to be shy,” Fluttershy said, as she reached out to to tenderly rub her forehoof against Iron Will's arm, “I was shy when I first got into the business... or should I say when the business first got into me?”
“Yea, yea...” Iron Will said, patting that hoof and looking contemplative. “You seem like a strange choice for this. How can you do this when you seem so shy?”
"I used to be shy, very shy, whenever I had to perform," Fluttershy said, "I'd get butterflies in my stomach, which would explain my cutie mark. As time went on though, my timid nature endeared me to the audience. Because of my natural shyness, I was perpetually thought of as a naive virgin. Sex sells, but innocent sex sells even more. The fact that I'm so unassuming has done wonders for my porn career."
“Hmmm, turning the negative around. You really qualitized your negativity and made a positive paradigm shift!” Iron Will smacked his fist into his palm, a look of happiness and understanding crossing his face. “That's great! You should have been on the circuit with me.”
“Oh! No... I mean, I can have all kinds of sticky, hot, raunchy, debauched, sloppy sex on camera with total strangers, but I'd never be able to talk in public like you do.” Fluttershy ducked down and turned her head, as though hiding behind something. Presumably her hair used to be longer. “It's one thing to be on a closed set filled with ponies I know and trust. But in public, with strangers? Never.”
“And I honestly don't think I can manage this. I mean, sex is supposed to be a big thing for guys but I'm not very... flashy about it. The last time I tried to masturbate my hand fell asleep.” Iron Will looked away and slumped his huge shoulders a bit.
“Oh now...” Fluttershy scooted her chair closer to the big minotaur and gently rubbed at a muscular thigh. “I saw what you have back on set. I've worked with a lot of stallions but I can tell you're very special. You have a real innate talent.”
“More like an inert talent,” Iron Will retorted.
Fluttershy could tell it was still a sore spot, so she pulled out the script from beside her and placed it gently on the table. “Um, we could go over our lines again. Maybe if you're comfortable with them you'd be comfortable with me.”
“I... guess...” Iron Will looked over the page, his face not notably improved. He looked even worse reading over his lines. “This is terrible.”
“What's the matter?” Fluttershy asked, leaning in even closer.
“These lines... they're horrible!” Iron Will pointed to the lines and stuck out his tongue. “They're so dry, or over-the-top, or even dark and scary. This isn't erotic!”
“You mentioned that on the stage...” Fluttershy rubbed her chin with a hoof then poked it down at the script. “Forget about what's on the page. Tell me the sorts of things you used to say when you were motivating ponies. What advice did you have for somepony like, say, me?”
Iron Will drummed his fingers on the tabletop, stroking at his chin in consideration. “I wanted to bring ponies some lessons on toughness and not letting themselves be stepped on. For a pony like you I would work on confidence and force. Something like, 'Don't be shy, look 'em in the eye!' That was a good introductory one. 'Don't be sorry! Be assertive!' Never apologize when somepony else does something, it's their fault, not yours. 'Treat me like a pushover and you'll get the once-over!' Never let yourself get underestimated. You're special and skilled in ways others can never see. If they refuse to see that, make them pay for belittling you.”
“Wow... that's very... firm...” Fluttershy said, and for once she wasn't talking about a penis. “Why can't you use that strength in front of the camera?”
“I just look at all the ponies staring straight and me and I worry what they might think. It's not like other minotaurs. I'm representing my whole species. And... I have to confess...”
“You're not very turned on by ponies, right?” Fluttershy looked up at Iron Will with a curious expression. If she was hurt by the implication she did not show it.
“I'm just used to the way cows look. Big breasts on the chest and big, healthy udders on the belly. Pony teats are nice, but there's only two of them.” Iron Will actually blushed slightly, looking away a bit. “And no offense, but they're so tiny.”
“I see,” Fluttershy said.
“I mean, I've had oatmeal with bigger lumps!” Iron Will said.
“Alright, I get it,” Fluttershy said curtly. She took in a small breath and moved on. “Is that all you think about when having sex? Big breasts and udders? What about a nice face even? A good body? A brain?” The last question was asked with a slight rising inflection that made Fluttershy look slightly accusatory.
“No! No no no! No!” Iron Will rapidly waved his hands in front of his face and shook his head rapidly. “I didn't mean that at all. I just mean that I got... used to cow bodies. I have to think in new ways to make the erotic connection with ponies. I mean... you're very pretty. And I see why the stallions like you...” Iron Will rubbed the back of his neck nervously, a small chuckle rumbling in his chest. “You're very sweet. You can really put me at ease.”
“It's part of my charm. I'm not just good at looking virginal, my softness and shyness make stallions want to give me everything they have to bring me out of my shell. It's... nice.” Fluttershy lightly kicked one foreleg and looked around at nothing.
“Just... nice?” Iron will leaned in closer, brow perked and curiosity piqued.
“I don't mean anything mean by it!” Fluttershy squeaked, hopping up a little bit. “I would never be mean. That's just bad. But, um... I really am soft, weak and shy. I'm easy to move around and overpower. I accept it. But I don't have to like it. I know what they want to see on the screen but sometimes I want, um, a gentle lover. Horny harpies, a toy-using fake Nightmare Moon, over-hung draft ponies, donkeys, zebras, fake dragons. They all want to 'ravish the virgin' or 'debauch the innocent mare' or 'shake up the wallflower.' They try so hard, and that's good. But I... wonder what it's like with someone that actually cares about things I like.” She tapped a hoof on the table. “Sometimes I get tired of the old, cheesy porn cliches,” Fluttershy said, “The bad acting, the bad dialogue. There's no romance in porn. I'm tired of extreme eroticism. I just want to shoot a scene that's tender and sensual, for once.”
“I never really thought about that. I just thought you enjoyed all of that,” Iron Will mused.
Fluttershy looked away, embarrassed. “I know what sells. Miss Photo Finish showed me the statistics. I do what I have to for my public. And on camera it's lots of fun! But I know my partners don't care much about me. Even off camera they talk about shaking up the virgin. One of them even called me Fluttercry because I cried on camera as part of the script, and he thought he had done it, that I had been so fragile that he broke me. And that made him... proud.”
Iron Will snorted sharply, causing the silver ring in his nose to sway slightly. “This industry really is dark and strange. And it looked so normal from the outside. Like an office building or something. But the script, the workers... I don't think I'll ever get it up for the camera. I'm going to get fired, on my first day! Miss Shores believed in me. That Hoity-Toity fellow was willing to give me a chance. At least your agent will be happy...”
“Don't give up on this.” Fluttershy gingerly stroked Iron Will's thigh once more. “Those are just some of the ponies involved. You said Miss Shores believed in you, and she does. She believes in folks. Mister Toity can be demanding but he is fair and willing to give others a chance. And Miss Finish is only looking out for me because she cares too. The mares at the front were probably very friendly. And I know that the Dogs at least are nice fellows, or so I have been told. You just need to understand that there are not too many bad folks. Everypony wants you you to succeed. I certainly do...” Fluttershy blushed a little bit and turned her head down and away again.
Iron Will sat up a little straighter, smiling at the confidence being bestowed on him. “You're right! I can't let my self-defeating negative strategies defeat my positivity synergy! I've gotta accentuate the positive! Thank you. But it's one thing to say it. But another thing to do it.”
“I know it won't be easy. But you have to believe in yourself and your abilities. Just convince yourself to let yourself relax and have fun with it. If nothing else, you have that hood to hide your face, so you don't need to worry too much about that. Um, would it be too forward to offer you some advice about acting for the camera? It's not like regular sex. Or, so I've heard.”
“Anything to help. What are you talking about? You mean the directions for positioning so the camera can see everything?” Iron Will asked.
“Oh, no. You learn that by trial and error. Or, I did. I had so much trouble with my face always being off camera. It was so embarrassing,” Fluttershy blushed furiously and shook her head a bit. “But I meant more about the noises you make. As I understand, normal ponies, and others, don't make a lot of loud noises during sex. But you have to grunt and huff and wail and scream just right to make it more interesting. This is really important when you get to the orgasm. It has to match your look. I have a quiet, shy little squeak of an orgasm, unless they need me to give an explosive one to show that the actor opened me up. But you need a big bellow to go along with your bullish good looks and big muscles.”
“Heh heh. Well, I've been known to let off a good bellow or two when I get going. Nothing like a nice, big low to let a cow know you're going off...” Iron Will began, slowly drifting into his memories.
“No, not like you might have done it,” Fluttershy said, quickly snapping Iron Will out of his reminiscing. “You need to know the elements of a good on-camera orgasm. Lots of control, to keep the levels within the microphone's range and to make sure you don't release before they have enough footage; screaming and hollering, even if it looks and sounds silly, because you're trying very, very hard to give the audience what they want; and most importantly, passion. You have to really feel it. It has to come out of you, and from more than just your penis. You really need to feel it, otherwise it just lacks something. Show me one.”
“One? One what?” Iron Will asked.
“An orgasm. Show me how you would do one for the camera. If you can fake a good one without passion, you'll make a great one with it. Now, show me. Um, please.” Fluttershy fluttered her lashes at Iron Will and gave a demure smile.
“Um right. Let me, uhh...” Iron Will took a deep breath, clenched his fists and let out a short, modest, “Ungh.”
“Like that? No, they'll never believe it. From here...” Fluttershy rubbed Iron Will's solid abs and then pushed up on them. “Deep within, and let it come out longer and stronger.”
Iron Will took another deep breath and pulled his arms in, thrusting his body slightly as he released a louder, “Ungh!”
Fluttershy shook her head with with a very serious look on her face. “No, that's not long enough. You're not feeling it. Really try. Imagine you're really feeling it.”
Iron Will tried to focus. He thought on the cow her had thought of during his interview. He pictured what it would be like to have at her. The bellow worked up from within him, released as a mildly-lasting, “Unnnnngh!”
“That's almost it!” Fluttershy squeaked excitedly, clapping her hooves together. “You're on the right track. Longer, a little softer, try to get your face to look both pained and blissful.”
Iron Will had no idea what to imagine. On a lark he tried to imagine his coming duty, having sex with Fluttershy. How she might squeak or yelp, unlike a cow, unlike any pony he had seen before. How it might feel to physically engage with a creature of her stature and construction. It wasn't so unpleasant an idea. She was so nice, that she'd probably be nice to be intimate with. Not only did his costume loincloth rise a good deal, he let out a modestly-loud, long, lingering grunt of pleasure, while his face was marked with a sneer that was just a touch away from being a smile. “Unnnnghhh...” He even ended his performance by panting.
Fluttershy gently put her hoof on the loincloth. “I think you're ready for that part.”
Iron Will nodded his head, opening his eyes to see the real Fluttershy before him. She was looking more lovely than she had before, jut because of his new perspective. “I think I am. But what about this really bad dialogue?”
Fluttershy hummed softly as she looked over the lines in the script. “If you really don't like the lines, well... Mister Toity never seems to mind if I change my script a little bit. I'll ask him to be flexible with you, too.”
“I can think of a few tweaks that I can make... I think my last career might be able to help me here... yea...” Iron Will ran a finger over the script, nodding slowly as he considered. Then he looked up to his tablemate and gave her a smile. “Thank you for this, Fluttershy. You're an amazing mare. You've gone out of your way to make me feel more welcome than any other pony.”
“It was really my pleasure Mister Iron Will. You seem nice.” Fluttershy blushed once more and leaned in to give Iron Will a peck on the cheek.
Iron Will rubbed at his cheek and gave a crooked smile, along with a blush of his own. “Heh, you can just call me Iron Will. I don't mind.”
“Oh, um, that seems so informal and disrespectful, but...” Fluttershy leaned in and pressed herself against the big minotaur, giving him a warm, tight hug. “Thank you for being nice, Iron Will.”
> The Business
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

	Fluttershy and Iron Will returned from lunch all smiles, chatting animatedly with one another as they strolled into the studio again. Sapphire Shores was waiting for the two of them, noting their new casual friendliness.
“Well hey there you two. Looks like you had a good lunch. Did you have a little... 'protein shake' like Photo's probably getting right now?” She gave the pair a lascivious wink to indicate the nature of the protein in question.
Fluttershy's face sprang into a small blush, though her wings also fluttered up just a touch. “N-no, nothing like that! We were in the studio commissary, sharing a salad and talking about the script, and things he could do to look good on camera. I may be a porn star but that doesn't make me a slut,” She said, “We just met today! I've barely gotten to know him.”
Sapphire nodded slowly. “Well, you would know. You're the professional.” Sapphire handed Iron Will his hood. “Hoity said he wanted to get to shooting right after he got finished. He's taking longer than usual today...”
As if on cue a door on the other side of the set slammed open and brought all eyes. Hoity-Toity stumbled out, his clothing and mane disheveled, sunglasses askew, a smile fading from his lips. Just behind him came Photo Finish, tongue sliding back into her mouth from the corner, her smeared lipstick highlighting the fall from smile to neutral moue. Her bowl-like mane was in abnormally perfect shape, save for a chest-shaped dent in the back of it. Her normal gait was set aside, leaving her with more of a high-stepping, delicate sway. Photo Finish spoke first, in her typical cold fashion. “Sho, ish that bull ready to perform, or have we the need to do more negotiating to resholve thish amicably?”
“I promise you, he's ready to perform,” Fluttershy said, proudly patting Iron Will's abs. She then turned to Hoity-Toity and asked, “Umm, if Iron Will isn't happy with the lines could he... say a few lines of his own? I've heard a few of his ideas and we discussed them. He could really make them work.”
Hoity-Toity softly tapped at his chin, inscrutably studying Iron Will behind his sunglasses. “She has great faith in your capabilities, Mister William. But she is very kind, almost too kind. Tell me, sir, do you believe you can balance the dual burdens of cleverness and sexuality needed in this business?”
Iron Will gazed into the blank lenses, seeing his own reflection staring back. This was a porn-maker! But also... a businesspony and an artist in some sense. Like Fluttershy had said, he was fair and willing to give others a chance, even if he was demanding. Hoity-Toity was asking if Iron Will thought he could make money and grab eyes and ears for his product. That was vital to someone concerned with art and business. “Yes! I am absolutely certain!” Iron Will said as he puffed out his chest. “You'll be glad you gave me the chance to do these lines.”
Hoity-Toity held his gaze for a moment more and then nodded his head. “I admire your confidence, Mister William. It is appropriately strong without being as blithely arrogant as other male stars I have seen. You have stones, sir, beyond those that gave you this opportunity. Those you show now will give you this second opportunity to prove your capability.”
Photo Finish tapped her hoof on the ground, uncertainty growing on her face. “Firsht he cannot even get his Frauschtuper up und now this brazen bull thinksh he can write hish own schript? Flootershy, can you really trusht thish rank amateur?”
“I do,” Fluttershy said, without hesitation. “I know what he can do. He showed me that he really has what it takes. I promise you, Miss Finish, this will be a success. Remember Daring Screw and the Island of Horny Harpies?” Fluttershy said, “Everyone thought I was crazt for trying to perform a freefalling midair sex scene.”
“We couldn't argue with the reshultsh...” Photo Finish said, “You were right und it turned out amazing. I have learned to trusht your judgementsh.”
“Not that it was ever your decision to make...” Hoity-Toity commented, with a small chuckle, “Directly. But for now, everyone to the set. Cameras up, lighting, sound, let's move, folks, we've lost too much time already.” Hoity went all-business, barking out his orders and rushing from place to place to ensure his orders were obeyed.
It was all a bit much for Iron Will, who had seen gaffers and riggers before but never such professionals. On the commercials they were always lazy non-union slackers that didn't care about what was going on as long as they were paid. The team of professionals arranging everything actually looked competent and concerned. Their gazes occasionally found him and they cast serious looks his way. He was a linchpin in their continued good reputation. His success or failure would affect them. Not only that... they were there to watch him do something he had never done before, fuck a pony.
“Not just any pony,” Iron Will thought, “The nicest pony I've ever met.” With that thought in mind he heaved a sigh. “Here we go...” Iron will said, half to himself, pulling the black hood over his head and making sure the hairy loincloth was in place to hide all his assets until it was time for the big reveal. “Time to get to work.”
“Don't worry, Iron Will. I believe in you.” Fluttershy gave the big minotaur one of her brightest, sweetest smiles and a light pat on his hip before trotting off to her mark just outside of the supposed maze center.
Iron Will lumbered to his mark a bit more slowly, trying to get rid of his hesitation. He had one chance; one opportunity to keep the first potential success in his life since moving to pony lands. He slowly took a seat on the faux-stone throne, settling into it as comfortably as he could. It felt like braced and reinforced plastic lawn furniture. At least it held up. And he wouldn't need to occupy it for long.
“Lighting down! Bring the filters!” Hoity's command was obeyed immediately, the lights dimming, and filters being applied to give what remained a grayish-green tone. “Sound!” Boom mics were lowered into place just out of camera range. “Fog!” Small machines hummed into life, pouring out a thin later of mist over the bottom of the set. “Cameras on our starlet and action!” The cameras whirred to life, pointed at Fluttershy as Daring Screw, and at Iron Will as the minotaur Maze Master.
Fluttershy slowly made her way from the final passage and into what she could finally see was the center of the maze. “Here I am. Finally, after all the intimate traps and groping plants I'm here to claim the treasure. The legendary Minotaur's Member.” She spoke with a certain amount of force, to go along with her personality and look. She adjusted her pith helmet and looked to the altar. “A powerful, mystic rod crafted of shining blue marble. Once polished it will unleash a mighty force.” She made a great show of searching all around the altar, pointedly ignoring the rising light over Iron Will on his throne. “But... it's not here! Where could it be?”
“Invade my maze and you'll ache for days!” Iron Will boomed out, still not rising or making himself overtly known.
“Wh-what was that?” Fluttershy said, “Ahuichoadtl, are you here trying to claim the treasure for yourself again?” Fluttershy glanced around, legs up on the altar to let her stand up tall, which gave the camera an excellent view of her hefty teats and the space between her flanks.
“You dare to come into my maze, and not even know I'm here? Just who do you think you are?” Iron Will finally stood up, the cameras on him pulling low to emphasize his great height. He strode forward towards the altar, flexing and moving himself in almost a dancing fashion.
“Ah! I'm terribly sorry. I thought it was unoccupied. My name is Daring Screw, adventure archaeologist and...” Fluttershy began, her nerve faltering just a touch.
“You apologize, I penalize!” Iron Will reached out to give a light smack of his meaty hand against the exposed flanks, and then another. “I am the Maze Master, guardian of the Minotaur's Member. You think you can get it? Do you think you're worthy? Do you?!” He bellowed his challenge out in Fluttershy's face, though slightly to the side so as to keep her from being blasted by his booming voice.
“Uh... I... I mean...” Fluttershy stammered, slightly thrown by the yelling, mostly trying to work with the new direction of the script.

On the sidelines, Photo Finish threw down the script and harshly whispered aside at Hoity-Toity, “You musht shtop his improv! Flootershy ish getting losht out there. She needs a schript! He ish making her look like a fool!”
“She can handle his,” Hoity said, casually, “She's a big filly.”

Iron Will saw the two whispering on the side but shook his head and continued on. “Pathetic! Ponies never have any nerve. But I have a new technique for teaching ponies some nerve. I'll be sharing my wisdom and my rod!” Iron Will whipped the hairy loincloth aside with a bellow, revealing his huge ovoid stones and blue-fleshed rod. Because of his energy both were in motion, testes waving pendulously, almost threateningly, while the penis above waved in counterpoint, already a little bit plumped up and away from the balls below.
Fluttershy gasped sharply, her acting experience allowing her to react as though she had never seen such a thing before. “Y-you must be kidding! This is part of teaching nerve?”
“This is no joke, Daring Screw. The Maze Master is so confident that you will be one hundred percent satisfied with the Maze Master's techniques that if you are not one hundred percent satisfied you!” Iron Will flexed powerfully. “Will! Get!” He popped his pecs and pumped one bicep. “My treasure! But I pity the foal who doubts the Maze Master's methods!” He gave one last pose, a double bicep bulge with the popping of his pecs, a sure draw for muscle-loving mares.
“You're right. I can't keep being like this. Maybe if I was more assertive, I wouldn't be constantly fucked by the flora and fauna,” Fluttershy said.
“Master my technique and you will be the one doing the fucking!” Iron Will said.
Fluttershy stood firm and lowered her head, taking a long, slow, hot lick over the top of the exposed meat. She was well-hydrated, as was appropriate for a porn star. She always took advantage of the studio's copious water coolers. Her tongue was well-loaded up with saliva, leaving a heavy, glistening trail that oozed down the tip and sides as she passed. She did not hesitate but swiped from the foreskin to the base, and added a tiny kiss to that spot once she arrived.
Iron Will kept his pose, one bicep flexed to its fullest, his other arm bent to let his hand rest on his hip. His chest was thrust forward, showing every inch of his muscular definition, while his hips were pushed forward in a similar fashion, offering himself to the timid pegasus. He turned his hooded head down to gaze at the mare offering timid licks and gentle kisses down around the base of his dark blue flesh. “That's not impressing me much! Assertive! Aggressive! Do you even think you're worthy of trying this challenge?”
Fluttershy closed her eyes for a moment, trembling through her whole buttery body before looked up into the hooded face, attempting her best stern look. “I can do it! I can be strong! I can be better than the cringing victim!” She went down again, taking longer, faster licks of the slowly-twitching blue penis, her saliva-heavy laps making the thing increasingly shiny, as well as progressively thicker and longer.
“Now that's what I'm talking about! But that's barely doing the job! Come on, show me you really mean it!” Iron Will gave the air a sudden uppercut and sent his gaze to the ceiling. “Do you want to get it on with me and take this training technique all the way? Come on! Give me a great big shout to show me you mean it!”
Fluttershy paused in her adoration of the swelling rod before her and sucked in a deep, long breath. She held onto it for a time before she released the tiniest, softest little cry of, “Yay!” Though the sound was tiny the look on her face and some emotion behind it seemed very sincere.
For a long moment there were no sounds or motions, on either side of the camera. Iron Will's black hood hid any reaction though very probably he was completely nonplussed. However, he nodded his head and took hold of his half-hard dick, gently tapping it on Fluttershy's cheeks, smearing her with her own saliva. As he touched her silky-smooth coat he involuntarily shivered in delight, experiencing a surge in stiffness that practically sent the azure flesh right against her forehead. “You say you can do it, but you're not taking what you want.”
Fluttershy lapped apologetically at the underside of Iron Will's organ, using her soft, slippery lips to brush along the large vein being revealed along the length of it, every few nibbles being punctuated by a lift in her neck and the use of her teeth to just barely nibble at it. Her tongue tickled along between her lips, licking up more of the delicious taste of fruity body wash. She reached the base again, this time from the underside, and nestled her face comfortably at the joining point between the base of Iron Will's tool and his low-hanging, gently-swaying. “I'm terribly sorry. I'll try harder at this...”
“No!” Iron Will bellowed, pulling his hips back and pulling his organ away from Fluttershy's face. He waved the nearly erect blue pole before her face and gently tapped her between the nostrils with the crown. “Don't apologize when you want to claim your prize! I am offering, you take! It's that easy.”
“Of course!” Fluttershy said, with a bit more energy. “I can't just be a pushover.” She seemed to think as she stared down the stiff club. “Treat me... like a pushover...” Something seemed to come over the pegasus, her hooves coming up to grasp the sides of Iron Will's member. She stroked it with the soft pads behind her hooves, squeezing just slightly as she witnessed the final firming, the throbbing, standing veins along the length of it, the pulling of the foreskin from the dark purplish head, and the light sparkle of precum emerging. “And you'll get the once-over!” With a sudden cry she threw herself forward, her mouth open wide. Though it seemed impossible her mouth actually opened wide around the huge minotaur erection and took it down, back into her maw and straight into her throat.
Another bellow was torn from Iron Will, an inarticulate cry of surprise and delight. While the significance of this guttural utterance was lost on ponykind, it had a wealth of meaning to minotaurs. He balled his hands into fists and held them out to the side, throwing his head back as the pleasured bellow rang out. His back arched while his hips thrust forward to meet the eager gobbling lips of Fluttershy. The hot, wet and tight maw came around his pulsing pole and wrapped it perfectly. It was almost like pressing a towel soaked in warm water over the hot flesh. Her tongue, though limited, was nonetheless active inside her overstuffed oral cavity. It squirmed and writhed about almost with a will of its own, slathering around the saliva which built up while she was unable to swallow.
Fluttershy was running out of air, and rapidly. She had proven her point, but wasn't done yet. She wanted everyone to know that she was a professional on every adventure. She reached out for Iron Will's naked hips and got a firm grip on them. With tears in her tightly-closed eyes she pulled and pushed against the ground with her rear hooves. Her efforts were rewarded with another few inches of blue flesh vanishing into her mouth, spreading out her throat to clearly show the traveling bulge. She was almost there. So close. She pulled and pushed again, gagging and choking loudly as she forced her body to perform the task.

”Tell me you're getting this,” Hoity-Toity whispered urgently to the camera pony. He was rewarded with a quick nod and an affirmative motion of the hoof.
“This is definitely going on her demo reel,” Photo Finish muttered under her breath.

Struggle though it was, she managed her feat at last. Her lips made contact with Iron Will's base. The upper lip pressed at a portion of his solid abs, while the lower tickled the upper portion of his loose sac skin. Once she had proven her point she pulled back again, with a bit of assistance from Iron Will. The organ left her mouth with a soft 'pop', and she sucked in a series of huge, desperate breaths in the wake of it. Saliva dripped softly from the corners of her mouth, flicked up by her questing tongue while she mostly focused on catching her breath.
Iron Will was also panting; groans and grunts rumbled deep in his broad chest. He grasped the glistening flesh and gave it a slow, languid stroke, squeezing while aiming a drop of mingled saliva and precum onto the tip of Fluttershy's snout. “Now try to make it count,” Iron Will said, a trifle breathless. “If you don't care, I can't share. And I think you want this prize and to prove yourself.”
Fluttershy gasped in surprise when the tiny droplet fell on her snout, crossing her eyes to watch it slide down. She extended her tongue to flick it up as it reached her upper lip. She drew it in with a small sound and made a big show out of swallowing, a sigh following. “You're right. I proved I mean business. Now I owe you something else...” She pursed her lips for a kiss, slowly leaning in close. She pressed in tight against the exposed tip, lips sealed on the pulled foreskin. Her tongue slowly slipped out and lavished attention over the opening, wiping away each slow, oozing drop of precum as it emerged. “Mmmh Mmhh,” Fluttershy moaned erotically.
Iron Will's body twitched and trembled from the herculean effort of remaining still under the tender ministrations of the sensual pegasus. His hands balled and unballed, while the huffs of his ragged breath made his dark hood puff out and draw in against his obscured face. Though it made breathing difficult it was still better than being bare-faced. Pleasure spiked though him with each little lick from the velvety-soft, warmly-moist tongue, with a low-level hum of pleasure from the gentle lip pressure against the skin of his penis. “Lick... every... bit...” Iron Will growled out, gruff and rumbling, but in no way threatening.
The licking halted, for a brief moment, Fluttershy just looking cross-eyed at the enormous dick she had so recently taken in. What more could she do? Her tongue pressed against the sensitive cockhead again and slipped slightly, underneath the edge of the foreskin. There was a taste of musk, faint and alluring, muted by good hygiene and muddled with the fruity yet spicy flavor of his soap. She swirled her tongue slowly around against the bare flesh of the head beneath that covering, taking the subtle taste of musk with the clean spice and sweetness. It was a beautiful melange of flavors that made her mouth open a bit, and breath out a short, hot breath containing the whisper of a moan.
The deep huffs and long, heavy groans increased in both frequency and volume. Iron Will's body had been worked and honed through long hours of training, but he had never before ached as he did while trying to keep his hips from ramming forward, towards the beautiful pleasure of those lips and that questing tongue. She was being assertive, gently. Exploring, tasting, feeling all she could, and making him feel fantastic while she did it. He placed his hands on either side of her head, not grasping, but clearly wanting to, the strain showing in the tight bunching of his muscles. He awaited a signal of some kind that he could move.
His signal came when Fluttershy pulled her tongue back and then quickly swirled it all around the fleshy exterior of his crown. The hands came in and gripped her head in a light hold, pulling on her just a bit, to the underside of his erection. She took the initiative then, leading the hands along as they held onto her head. Her mouth was soon upon the twin ovoid sperm-makers. Her mouth worked over the heated flesh, opening and closing in large, sloppy nibbles between slurps and pushes of the velveteen tongue. She blew teasingly-cool breaths after every wet pass of her tongue as she went down to the very bottom, to nibble, lick and kiss at the twin points of scrotum flesh indicating the lowest hang of the minotaur's pride. She eagerly sucked on the bottom of the two balls, muttering something through her full mouth and bubbling saliva.
Iron Will gurgled a bit, rather awash in pleasure. One ear perked, shifting the hood over his head, and he looked down curiously. “Well? Speak up! Don't be a timid pony when you can be a wild one! You already proved you can take what you want. If you have something you want to say spit my sack out of your mouth and say it.”
Fluttershy gave one last powerful suck on the two testes before she pulled her head down and off of the stones. They left her mouth with a soft 'pop'  and bounced for a short while, swaying and glistening and faintly dripping with saliva. She licked up the space between the two testicles then said, “I was trying to say, don't be shy, stick it in my brown eye! I know what I want, and I'll take it, when you take me.”
“You think you can just jump to that stage of the program?” Iron Will bellowed, removing his hands from Fluttershy's head and pointing down at her with one thick finger. “Ha-ha! I like your style, Daring Screw! Ponies never try to jump that far. But if you think you can, we can give it a shot. Just remember: You asked for it!” Iron Will made a rather athletic move, grasping Fluttershy around the waist, and hefting her up against his chest as he gave a short hop and landed on the altar set piece. The study construction of the thing made it shudder under the impact but not break. His testicles dangled down away from the edge, while his erection rose up between Fluttershy's buttery thighs, waving almost humorously and giving her the look of being the owner. “When this altar's rockin', don't come a-knockin'!”
“I can do this, I can do this, I can do this, I can- eep!” Fluttershy had been chanting her usual success mantra to keep her nerve up but suddenly found herself in the air. It wasn't much of a shock, being a pegasus and all, but her lack of conscious control shocked her more than a little. Her wings flapped ineffectually as she hit Iron Will's lap with a sudden thud, whole svelte body rocking. She grabbed onto the fat blue tool rising between her legs for stability, one hoof thrown up as she was bucked. For a moment she resembled nothing so much as a rodeo star. Her hat even flew off appropriately. “I can do this!” She said, firmly, holding the organ in the crook of one leg and stroking it softly. “I think.”
“Don't be uncertain, be assertive! Or should I say...” Iron Will slowly lifted Fluttershy off of his lap, grinding her exposed mound over the smooth, saliva-smeared length of his rod from the base to the well-slobbered-upon tip. “Be insertive!” He had finally dragged her up to the tip of his organ and had placed that broad, huge crown against the tight ring of the pegasus' anus. The puckered ring already spread slightly, out of practiced ease, but opened up progressively more as the big minotaur pulled her down, assisting the effects of gravity and her own weight.
Fluttershy was no first-timer when it came to anal sex. Any number of ponies and creatures had assaulted her from the rear. Yet this minotaur member was both the biggest and the gentlest. Though the big bull pulled down on her body, he did not force the matter. He allowed the muscles to part and stretch before he gave a slow roll of his hips and another pull that drew her further down the lubricated pole. Soft, high-pitched squeaks and low moans streamed from her demure mouth with every stiff but careful pump. She felt like it was impossible for any more to be pushed into her back passage, then found another sweet, hot inch thrust up and into her bowels.
Iron Will knew he was not ever going to get all of his pride into Fluttershy. No pony could take the whole thing in any lower passage. He felt his way through the process, pulling and working his hips to the absolute limit. Once he knew for sure that he couldn't get and further he held her up there in both hands, like some kind of explorer kebab. She was lewdly displayed for all to see, writhing and groaning with her head held back.
“Gentle... so gentle...” Fluttershy whispered, practically a sigh for all the volume it had. She flapped her wings again, letting herself be held up without hands. Iron Will took advantage of that, sliding one hand up and over, to take a grip on Fluttershy's chest, his other sliding down to her lower belly. His hand took some time to caress and squeeze the two fair-sized teats that protruded from her belly. He showed the advantage of having fingers, thick as they were, by taking one nipple between two of them and giving it a soft squeeze, followed by a sudden tug. “Ah! M-my teats!” Fluttershy arched her back and flapped her wings harder, which would have lifted her off had it not been for the hand at her chest.
“Every part of your body is vulnerable!” Iron Will grunted, right by Fluttershy's ear. He alternated nipples, pinching, pulling, almost in a milking motion, though no milk emerged. Between each pull and rolling pinch he took up one teat, finding it a decent handful, and gave it a firm squeeze, compressing the flesh until he heard a tiny squeak to tell him he had reached the limit. “You need to learn how to take what you want while you are being taken. Grab your pleasure and go! For! It!” He punctuated his last bits of grunted advice with sharp thrusts of his hips, pulling down and thrusting back up to the very limit.
Fluttershy grunted as the sharp thrusts filled her up to the very limit and pushed her capacity before backing away again. She panted and released a soft whine from the warm radiating pleasure emerging from the pinching and squeezing of her stiff and turgid nipples. Her wings flapped ineffectually, unable to escape the firm hold Iron Will had on her chest and unwilling to escape the working of her teats. “B-but... if I take too much, won't I... lose your treasure?”
“Excuses get abuses!” Iron Will snorted, hand quickly moving from Fluttershy's teats to her right flank. His huge, heavy hand swung in at a moderate speed, smacking her right over the Cutie Mark. She didn't have much meat to jiggle, but the adorable twitches that made her legs kick more than made up for the lack of wobble. Feeling that she had been suitably punished, Iron Will returned his hand to her teats, squeezing one then the other over and over. “Try to fight your weakness and work me over. You take, I take and we both get what we want as long as we're doing it together.”
Fluttershy huffed her breath hard, kicking her forelegs a little bit as she tried to focus on not building to an orgasm, while trying to bring Iron Will off. She was limited in the movement of most of her body, but her anal muscles were well up to the task. She concentrated on flexing the rings of muscle, squeezing and drawing along the huge bullhood that was rammed as far as it could go. She added to that with flaps of her wings, trying to imply that she be released to fly.
Though initially hesitant Iron Will finally released Fluttershy, moving both hands to her belly so that he could properly tend to both teats, lower fingers pressing into the soft flesh as tight as was comfortable while his thumbs and forefingers rolled and tugged at the hard nipples. While it may have been difficult to risk losing that beautiful squeezing and pinching, Fluttershy knew she had to do more than knead and press her ass around Iron Will's rod. Her wings flapped much more firmly, carrying her body slowly up the pole, moving the squeezing twitches and rolls over her back passage over new areas, making Iron Will's giant body tremble. He couldn't know, but this was a signature move, the 'Anal Butterfly.' Her passage up stopped when she was just squeezing and pulling at the sensitive crown of his organ. She stopped her wings, letting herself slowly slide back down under the force of gravity. The slow pleasure of the slide set both of them to moaning and shivering.
The move was repeated with agonizing slowness several times. Iron Will found it quite effective, as it was quite new to him. He had gone in the rear before on cows, but it had been a swift and desperate affair. Fluttershy had experience, and plenty of it, working every last available inch of smoothly-rolling anal muscle up and down over his throbbing flesh. He was so distracted by the rising pleasure he had no thought but to keep squeezing, rolling and tugging on the pony teats. Small though they were compared to the milky organs he was used to they were of a good size on a pony and very engaging.
Rather than risk losing the challenge he had thrown down Iron Will reached his left hand up to take hold of Fluttershy's chest again, halting the fluttering move. His right hand dove between her spread legs, fingers briefly brushing over her trimmed bush, almost seeming to highlight that it had, indeed, been dyed as a monochromatic rainbow like her mane and tail. His fingers then brushed softly over her semi-hooded clit, rolling back the hood to exposed the globular nerve bulge. His finger tips flicked softly along the smooth bit of flesh, the motion very like drumming his fingers on a table, though they all ended curled against his palm, smearing wetness before he went in for another series of flicks.
Fluttershy squealed in sharp, high little vocalizations, back arching and wings spreading out grandly as the pleasure surged through her from the direct attention being lavished on her most sensitive of parts. She couldn't control the action anymore; even if she had still been free to fly the pleasure was too great. In all her various adventures none had ever just focused on her alone. She struggled, squirming to try and get out of the grip. She loved the pleasure but couldn't lose. She had just gotten her nerve and accepted the challenge.
It was a hard fight, but Iron Will was good at fighting it out. He could feel greater trembling and quivering in the dainty pegasus' bowels, and the sweet squeaks were striking something deep within him that made the heat in his loins surge. He had to bring himself off, but not before getting Fluttershy to blow first. There was only one way. It broke the rhythm that had been established but it was the only way. Taking a firmer grip on her chest and settling his hand still cupped under her crotch he flexed his powerful muscles and lifted her on his pole, then pulled her back down in a swift, smooth motion. Seeing he could do it easily, he leaned slightly back on the altar, pressed the pegasus tighter to his chest and went to town pumping her up and down.
Fluttershy threw her head back against the broad slabs of Iron Will's pecs, eyes wide open, a silent scream caught in her throat. It was not merely the sudden furious pumping of her body on that bull pole, but his fingers had moved position; the lower two fingers steadily teasing the lips of her warm and slowly-dripping sex, while the upper were alternating between gently pinching and softly flicking her sensitive little bean.
The scream was loosed from Fluttershy's mouth, though it came out more as a near-agonized wail. That was followed by hot, heavy breaths that were cute with tiny squeaks and keening whines. The simple massage of her external folds had been a mere decoy. Once Iron Will had a comfortable rhythm he drove the fingers deep between the juicy folds, spreading and closing them while he thrust the fingers into her and simultaneously worked her sensitive button with pinches and tweaks.
Fluttershy was losing. She was losing badly... with a hard, sideways twist and another huge spread of her wings she lost. Her twisted body trembled as her muscles all tensed at once, anus grabbing down vise tight over Iron Will's thick blue maleness, adding to the pleasure he was getting from his use of her back end. She couldn't even scream, but she didn't need to, she showed off her hard orgasm with the clench of her pussy and a light squirt of juice.

”Flootershy putsh the 'cum' in 'compelling drama,'” Photo Finish said quietly.
“And that is why you are not on the script-writing team,” Hoity said to himself while glancing sidelong at Photo.

Iron Will was not all that far behind his partner. It had been a close race, closer than he had expected given the timidity of the svelte little pegasus. He pulled his hand from Fluttershy's sex, and brought it to his hood. With a simultaneous motion he yanked the hood off of his head and pulled Fluttershy off of his pulsing pole. Letting out a huge, unrestricted bellow while throwing back his unmasked head he unloaded huge, hot, glue-thick ropes of minotaur muck. His huge stones proved their worth by helping to pump out glob after glob that practically whitewashed the upturned ass of the still-trembling explorer.
The huge hand finally released Fluttershy amid heavy, hard pants and pleasured rumbles amplified by the broadness of the minotaur's chest. She fell to the ground with a slight glide, similarly panting but also whimpers as the hot seed slowly oozed down her thighs and between her ass crack. Iron Will let his climax slowly wane, the last fat, heavy blobs hitting the well-coated rear and the floor. Fluttershy slowly pushed herself up, blushing and looking completely dejected. “I... I failed...” She started off, low to the floor, rear legs stepping carefully.

Photo turned on Hoity, very nearly seething loud enough to be picked up on the mics. “Flootershy can't loshe! She's the shtar!”
“Give it a moment, I think he is up to something...” Hoity mused quietly, looking intently at Iron Will.

“Wait!” Iron Will cried, holding a hand out. “You never got your treasure.”
“B-but... I failed the challenge. I was one hundred percent satisfied, and then some!” Fluttershy squeaked, blushing and looking down again.
Iron Will chuckled headily and hopped off of the altar, moving back to his throne. “But you tried, tried harder than any other pony I have ever known. You were the greatest I have ever had. Sexy and sweet, and so right.” The big bull smiled and gave an enthusiastic thumbs-up before he pulled an object from beside the throne. It was a blue stone dildo, polished to perfection, modeled almost exactly on Iron Will's own organ.
Fluttershy gasped loudly and slowly turned around to approach Iron Will. “Really? You'll let me have this? I mean... it's yours.”
“Heh heh... it's alright. I've got another one...” Iron Will playfully patted his semi-soft dong and held the stone rod out to Fluttershy. “You really earned this. I think you'll go far. Thank you for coming.”
Fluttershy took the blue pole and settled it on her back, holding it with her wings. “It could never compare to the real thing,” She said with a soft blush, “But it will help me pass the time on those long, lonely expeditions. And whenever I use it, I'll think of the kind minotaur who gave it to me.”
Iron Will sat back down on his stone throne, a pleasured and adoring smile on his face. “If you ever pass this way again, my maze is always open to you,” He said.
“And my thighs are always open to you,” Fluttershy replied, giving a sweet smile. “Until we meet again, friend!” With that she trotted, carefully, off of the stage.
“Cut! Print! That's a wrap!” Hoity-Toity leaped to the floor and galloped over to the stage, flanked by Photo Finish. “Mister William! That was spectacular! You mean to tell me that was purely extemporaneous?”
Iron Will self-consciously scratched the back of his neck, suddenly feeling very exposed and uncertain. “Uh... yes? I mean, I just used my old motivational speech quote and made them... appropriate.”
Photo Finish was stomping her hooves in applause, pressing up against Iron Will. “Shuch inshpirational messages!” She gushed. “The gentle giant's performance will no doubt impact not jusht the audience's cocks but their hearts as well! It'sh uplifting in many ways!”
Fluttershy timidly strolled up to the three, and smiled up at Iron Will. “I told you. I new you could do it.”
Iron Will nodded, reaching down to stroke the pegasus. “It was all thanks to you. You believed in me.”
Fluttershy turned her head away and swing a leg in front of her. “It-it was really nothing.”
“Mishter William, I must know if you have represhentation! I can offer my shuperior shervices. I promishe complete shatishfaction! Any of my clients will tell you that!” Photo Finish threw a hoof around Iron Will's naked waist and pulled him along as she walked. “I have had an epiphany! Thish kind of poshitive pornography could be a grand new vishion of the indishtry! Und we will have all theshe new thingsh shtarring you! How doesh that shound?”
“Well, uh...” Iron Will foundered a moment, looking back at Hoity-Toity, who was dealing with technical issues, and Fluttershy, who was smiling at him with a genuine feeling. He gave a return smile and turned to Photo Finish. “Miss Finish, that sounds like a great idea. But if I do that, then I want Fluttershy as my co-star, and no one else.”
“That could be arranged...” Photo said, stroking at her chin.
“You both must be exhausted after a good session of shooting,” Hoity said, “We need to build your fluids back up.”
“That sheemsh unneccessary in Flootershy'sh cashe. I would imagine she hash enough fluidsh und protein to carry her through many weeksh,” Photo said, with a tiny trace of a smile.
“But as for our shining new star here...” Hoity slipped a leg around Iron Will's naked body and gave him a push towards the dressing room, “He surely could use a replenishing meal. Why not make a working dinner out of it? The four of us,” He said, motioning towards Fluttershy and Photo. “My treat, once everyone is cleaned up and dressed for it. We can discuss your future projects together.”
> Bonus Feature: Love-Hate
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	Hoity-Toity swept into his private room with a huff. The room was rather spacious, rather like two private executive offices combined together. The whole of it was tastefully painted in a shade just slightly lighter than his coat, with a carpet that was a few shades darker. As in the rest of the building there were no windows, just a smooth wall hung with movie posters from the studio as well as some photos of mares wearing elegant lingerie, moving to progressively less, with progressively more suggestive looks and posturing. All the lighting was provided by concealed lighting casting a soft glow all around the space. On the right side of the room was a grand, antique desk, its great size making it seem suited for the office of some sort of captain of industry or government minister. On the left size was a white-silk-draped circular bed partially surrounded by a diaphanous curtain. “Well, here we find ourselves again, Miss Finish.”
“Ja, das ist wahr,” Photo Finish said, with her usual dry frostiness, “Erneut...” She sashayed her way over to the bed, staring at it with a neutral gaze, her sunglasses hiding any emotion. “I wonder how many pretty, eager young corn-fed shtarlets have earned their firsht role here upon thish bed. Or how many mares have occupied it und come away with nothing but bedauert.”
“I think you know the answers to those questions. Why do you persist in tediously asking them?” Hoity leaned his glasses down, giving Photo an incredulous look.
“If I did not ashk I am firmly convinced that zee answer woold change,” Photo said, somewhat dismissively. She continued to stare at the bed, remaining fairly stiff. “Why did you put thish monshtrocity in an office? Und with all theshe trappingsh?”
Hoity came up beside Photo, sliding his face along beside hers, cheek-to-cheek. “You know the answers to those questions too,” He said, with a certain mirth.
Photo initially said nothing, but reached out and gave the bed a soft stroke. “Zeit... if we only had longer than a lunch break. Theshe inshufferable shtarsh. But who am I to complain? They put money in my pouch und fame in my name.” She turned quickly and pressed a kiss on Hoity's lips, bringing a hoof up to stroke over his cheek. Unlike the kiss she had shared before it was less sloppy and desperate, but more infused with feeling. She pulled back some and slowly removed her sunglasses, showing off her large, pale blue eyes. “My back ish shtrong. Und you will ushe it.”
“Giving orders, eh? How unusual for you,” Hoity deadpanned, removing his own sunglasses and setting them onto the bed, beside Photo's. “I suppose I will do this. But I thought you were concerned with time.”
Photo hissed and waved her hoof dismissively. “There are waysh. You must be efficient, proper! You know the way, Hoity! No fancy movesh ash in your moviesh. Much ash it will reduce my pleashure, be direct! You will not shlow or shtop, you will shtup!”
“As ever, Photo, as ever...” Hoity gave a laugh and sat on his haunches. He flexed his crotch muscles, to send his partially-dropped penis slapping firmly against his belly. The organ was of a very good size, the high end of a stallion of his build and breed. It was the color of his coat, with a robust medial ring and what promised to be a very good flare. Every slap on his belly made the flesh rise higher and higher.
“Shattlions und their shlapping. When I wash a photographer the mosht impudent of the shtage workersh would thump und thump und thump ash the pretty maresh poshed. Dishgraceful! But you are a professional, you know the time when it ish appropriate,” Photo watched the organ come to life, standing stiffly and twitching with the heartbeat of the stallion that owned it. “Ach, Hoity... have you zebra in you?”
“If I did you'd have it in you, too,” Hoity said with a good-natured laugh. “Sadly, I lack any trace of that noble bloodline in my ancestry. I am merely very fortunate to have been gifted by the quirks of genetics.” Hoity rose once he had reached full erection. The waving rod nearly went past his chest, and was backed by what appeared to be a very flat set of pulled-tight testes.
“You forget yourself, Hoity!” Photo snapped, slowly lifting her skirt up to show off her flanks. Hidden by her voluminous attire was the effects of her life of plenty, a soft, fat backside and a small belly, along with well-fattened teats protruding from her lower belly. “That creation of yoursh to hide your modeshty hash no place in thish room.” She also showed scars bulging the soft fur of her legs. Up and down the thighs, small and large. Hoity leaned in a little closer, glad to see only the old familiar ones. He had counted them all long ago, and never failed to smile when he stopped his count at the same number each time.
“But of course. Only the best for you...” Hoity put a hoof on his hip and slid down, pushing on a carefully-hidden strap that caused a garment the exact shade of his coat to roll down. It was in the design of a thong but more functioned like a pouch, leaving both his sheath and anus free while holding his testicles against his body. The reason why became clear when he had pushed it down all the way. His sac had been compressed against his body leaving only the barest contours of his true size. The stones were of a significant mass, each one the size of a low-end pony's total scrotum, and they hung down with appropriate heaviness. “As they used to say, I know what is hottest in clothing, but know as well, and better, what is hot out of it.” His tail flicked and his legs shook a touch. “Ahh, much better. It is ever a relief to have them hang.”
“I would imagine it ish better to have them drained. That will be on offer ash well if you are quick. It ish not in your nature but it musht be done.” Photo said, lowering her rear end some and thrust it out. She stepped out her rear legs, splitting her fattened rump and more fully exposing her sex, while also giving a peek at her teats, attesting to the full fatness of them. With a little flex of her muscles she pulled her lips apart and pinched them back together again, winking the vulva at Hoity.
“A good trick outside of estrus. If only I could share it with the world,” Hoity said, slowly trotting up to the exposed rump. He softly rubbed his cheek against one of the plump flanks, his upper lip curling up and an inhaling snort seeking to confirm it was what he thought. “It would be fascinating to share that image with the world...”
“Thoshe imagesh und videosh will shtay in your pershonal collection, verstehst?!” Photo shouted, drawing her hind end forward and away from Hoity's face.
Hoity laughed softly at the fury, and more at the subtle embarrassment and fear hidden in the fury. “Verstehe, Photo. Don't worry. Besides... I rather like having them in my personal archive. They are mine, all mine, and available to no one's eyes but mine. A treasure of rare proportions, all to myself. Both the record, and the reality...” Hoity leaned in again and nuzzled at the warm, winking lips.
“Nein!” Photo cried, slapping Hoity softly with her lifted tail. “You have no time for your ushual collection of caresshesh und teashingsh! You will not have the chance to drive me mad ash you ushually do. Perform your stallionly duty ash far ash we may go und then...”
“Yes, I know how it usually goes,” Hoity said, giving another soft nuzzle and a very quick lipping at the pouting vulva. He tapped his chin on Photo's back, just above her tail, making her step her rear legs out a little bit more and arch her back to push her sex up and out.
Photo ground her teeth and lowered her head, a throaty moan leaving her mouth from the mere touch of Hoity's maw over her lips. She heard him rear up and grunted softly as his weight settled comfortable onto her back. They fit together like a glove, every position well-practiced. “Advershariality ish important in a professhional relationship...” Photo muttered to herself, as she adjusted her body to prepared for the expected motions.
“How well we fit together, Photo...” Hoity said, head thrown back as he hunched his hips forward. His cockhead kissed Photo's lips at the very peak of his first thrust, pressed up snugly. Photo exerted her muscular control again to part the plump folds and wrap the mushroom crown with the wet heat of her aroused lips. Hoity pulled himself carefully up Photo's back, stretching himself out a bit. “You do you love a good game of inchworm, don't you?”
“More of a meter, and hardly a mere worm,” Photo replied, somewhat breathily. She pushed herself back slightly, taking in more of the thick rod. A short, sharp gasp emerged as Hoity hunched again, stabbing another few girthy inches of meat into Photo's clutching, trembling insides.
Despite both agreeing there was no time for their usual coyness they still took the time to savor their habitual game, the inchworm craw of Hoity up Photo's back, burying his oversized organ deep and snug inside of Photo's unresisting passage. He moved with no hurry, merely a certain and steady rhythm, pulling up Photo's back until his chest was nuzzled comfortably against the back of her head. They had merged fully, a final, meaty slap announcing the thump of Hoity's hips on Photo's ample ass, his hot stones hanging down to slowly churn against her bulging clit. The wet, snug passage rolled, pulled and occasionally gave a long twitch over the whole of the length, the flesh almost pulled right into the exact shape. “How many thrusts do I have time for, Photo?” Hoity inquired, with a soft nudge against the back of Photo's head.
“You think yourshelf humoroush but you shtrain my patience...” Photo huffed, trying to keep a whine out of her voice. Her inner walls sucked and squeezed down along the gently-pulsing penis. “Take what you wish, it ish shafe. You shmelled on your own.”
Hoity slowly shook his head, pulling his hips back and thrusting back in sharply, the full push of his thrust letting his crown just barely bump Photo's cervix. “Status quo. You know how it must be as long as I don't wear a rubber and you don't use the pill. There can be no... irregularities in our professionalism.” Hoity struck a very proud and aloof pose over Photo and began to rock his hips, using tiny thrusts to create the wet, lewd sound of flesh slapping flesh.
“Raw is besht. Flesh on flesh, no chemical odditiesh...” Photo huffed, rocking her own body back and pushing her head back against Hoity's chest, savoring the contact between the two of them. She massaged and pulsed her flesh around the hefty pole. “Jusht once, I would like to feel that deluge inshide me.”
“It only takes a drop...” Hoity stood tall and firm, working his hips in stiff, steady pumps. With his glasses off his uncertain and shining eyes were visible. He was quite glad his room had no mirrors save the glass over the photographs. He swallowed the lump in his throat and pressed on, hammering harder and more stiffly at Photo's plush backside. “You... you present an excellent target for my hips, Photo. Plenty and prestige have been good to you.”
“You put it ashide...” Photo whispered, lowering her head again and letting out a long, low moan, body trembling as a new wave of pleasure rolled over her. The harder, distracting thrusts slammed the heavy testes hard into her vulnerable clit. Her stuffed sex gushed with her silky fluid and splattered copiously on the carpeted floor. Another moan and sigh poured out of her mouth, before she whispered, “Und sho am I...”
Hoity quickly reared up, forelegs kicking as he stepped back. His motions were awkward because of the strange posture and his attempt to pull his over-sized organ out of Photo's sucking, grasping vulva. The erect dick throbbed and glistened, spitting precum freely onto Photo's slightly-reddened backside. Once he was clear of her body he dropped back to all fours with a huff. “And now... your considerable skills will be required...”
“Ja, ja... now you praishe my big mouth und shlippery tongue...” Photo turned around with a single, smooth motion, going down at Hoity's side, leaning in to lick over the head of the erection which was drooping under its own weight. She let another lick flick up another heavy glob of salty, spicy precum, tongue tickling the cumslit prominently displayed in the center.
“When would I dare not praise your oral capabilities, at the negotiating table and at my hoo- ungh!” Hoity's smooth and cultured words were cut off with a most low-brow grunt when Photo's tongue directly pressed against and around his oozing slit. His hips gave an involuntary thrust that nearly popped her in the lips, but a quick twist of his hips sent the thick thing sliding along her cheek, leaving only a smear of muddled mare juice and precum. “Ah, yes... you make me forget myself. A most cunning trick indeed.”
“You are loshing your touch in your advancing yearsh. Thish is quite humoroush,” Photo chuckled, wiping her hoof against her cheek and lapping up the residue. She then went back to licking, working her way around the blunt head, mostly hooking her tongue around to lick at the underside of the rim. “Do not move!” She called out suddenly, taking the meat up in both hooves and massaging it at the medial ring, using only the fleshiest part of the hooves. “You may relax und enjoy my work...”
“Always, Photo... always...” Hoity stepped out his front legs and set his hind legs as solidly as he could on the carpet. His head went back while his breath huffed heavily through his teeth and out of his nostrils. The licking had gone from mere flicks to long, hard draws around the top side and underside of the flattish head of Hoity's penis.
Photo's mouth opened wider and wider, while her tongue swirled slowly from the edge to the center. After another tickling swipe over the central slit she shoved her head forward, engulfing the ample flesh. Her cheeks hollowed as she began to suck strongly on the hot tool, her hooves pumping rapidly over the sensitive and slippery surface of the following shaft. She had seen the clock during her approach and knew she wasn't in a good time position.
The room echoed with rather classless grunts and groans, Hoity's head thrown back, his face repeatedly contorting in pleasure and concentration, his body trembling and lightly breaking into a sweat as he fought to keep still and allow Photo to work. She worked with smooth, quick bobs of her head, taking the plump meat into her throat as much as possible while keeping her body still and working only with her neck.
Choking and gurgling added to the symphony of moans and heavy pants, a lewd display that would shock anyone that knew the two fancy and sophisticated ponies. It came to an appropriate crescendo with snorting breaths, a strangled cry and a loud choke. Photo's hollow cheeks swelled out while her throat worked extra hard to swallow the thick and ample loads that shot into her mouth again and again, drowning her tongue in a musky saltiness.
Hoity's vocalizing went down from groaning and grunts of climax to soft huffs and slowing pants. His body visibly relaxed, but remained firmly up, with no danger of falling onto Photo. Photo herself remained with her mouth firmly around Hoity's slowly softening maleness until the last few loose strands of ejaculate had been swept away and swallowed. With no danger of making a mess she pulled back with a soft, wet 'pop' and smacked her lips. The whole surface of the swaying flesh was rather embarrassingly covered in long, slopy smears of Photo's distinctive red lipstick. “Sho... what bushinessh ish there for ush?” She rose up from beneath Hoity, all business.
“There is... little to discuss...” Hoity said, breathlessly, taking a short moment to suck in a few calming breaths and regain his usual professional composure. “Aside form this Mister William the only real business is another nuisance letter from that stuffy government functionary.”
“The bull ish of little concern. Have you dealt with thish bureaucrat'sh concernsh in the proper fashion?” Photo asked.
“Oh of course,” Hoity said while sliding his testicle-restraining thong back on. “It was filed in the trash bin with all the others.”
“Wunderbar!” Photo Finish cried, nodding her head firmly. She looked to the clock again and made a soft sound. “Time for ush to go back to our jobsh.”
“Indeed. Indeed... indeed...” Hoity joined Photo by the bed where their glasses waited. He reached out for his but hesitated a moment. He looked at nothing, his gaze vacant and distracted. “Do you love me?”
Photo went still and silent, looking up to Hoity's face to seek answers in his vacant eyes. “Do you?”
There was a long, uncomfortable silence before Hoity picked up his sunglasses. “Status quo.”
Photo nodded her head and picked up her own, trying to speak without emotion. “Ja, Liebchen... außer...” She began.
“Except, in this room,” Hoity finished. Both ponies slipped on their sunglasses and made their way sedately from the room.