//------------------------------// // Chapter 2: The Fashion Masters // Story: One Feather of a Fetish: Adventures in Canterlot // by AngelShy24 //------------------------------// Man; what a way to spend most of the morning. Princess Cadence and Shining Armor were both actually fun to hang out with, and it was nice of Miss Cadence to give me a pass to get back in the palace. Boy, if she wasn’t married, I’d give her a big ol’ wet one right on the lips… y… you know… if she was married. After I got back to the main town I went back to my parents’ hotel room to have a little healthy lunch. However, when I got there, my parents were back and they brought a friend there. Oh yeah; it’s the friend that they’re visiting for his or her birthday. It turns out it was elderly female unicorn named Dazzle; she used to help take care of me when I was just a toddler foal. I sorta remember her now; she really is a nice pony. I told her and my parents about how I went to the palace and ran into Princess Cadence and Shining Armor and had fun shooting pictures with them. Dazzle felt proud of me about truly having fun doing what I love, and my parents felt truly honored that their youngest son had spent time with some royalty. I told them that soon I was going back out to see if I could meet anypony else; mainly Celestia. They seemed to have no problem with that, and Dazzle felt that this whole meeting other ponies experience was a very good opportunity to make new friends. Well, I already made some new friends; mainly that unicorn filly I came across earlier before I met Cadence. I wonder what she is doing right now. After a nice good-sized talk and a healthy lunch, I waved good-bye to my parents once again and Mrs. Dazzle for now. I was willing to spend this afternoon to see if I can get Princess Celestia to do a photo shoot with me. It would become very beneficial, especially for me. Her niece’s posterior was in my collection, and now it was time to collect hers. But wait, am I forgetting about somepony else? Eh, it’ll come to me. I was outside again, walking in a happy and cheerful fashion. But I was also on the lookout just in case that filly named Dew Drop came by me again. I was sort of hoping that I would run into her actually; she did seem very nice, and she was willing for me to have a photo shoot with her and get every single angle on her… whoa, there I go again. Wow, I can really get into the moment sometimes. I saw it in my view; Canterlot Palace, and with this pass, I could get in no problem! But suddenly at that moment, something else caught my eye. There was poster that was advertising a fashion modeling show; you know those shows where ponies walk around and down runways to pose and show off their sexy bodies in the latest fashions that rich ponies might like to buy. That sounded like my kind of place. But then again, what about catching Celestia and her royal rump? Well, it’s only about 1:10 in the afternoon and the show ends at 3:00, so… Oh, I can’t help myself; I had to see this sexy fashion show myself. I’m pretty sure that Celestia’s rump can wait for now. I followed the direction that was on the flyer and I made my way to the auditorium where it was being held. I wonder who was hosting this whole fiasco anyway; aw who cares. It’s time for me to make my appearance. I was making my way to the entrance of the building and could already hear the sweet party music inside that was probably used for the show; but suddenly I was stopped by 2 stallions that were guarding the entrance… figures. “And where do you think you’re going?” one of the guards asked. Of course this sort of thing would happen again; but at a situation like this, sometimes it’s best to just come clean and give it to them straight. “Um… inside here to enjoy the fashion show and take pictures?” “Not without an accompanied grown-up you’re not,” the stallion responded. Man, what’s with all these rules! First the palace and having a royal pass to get in; and now apparently I have to have a grown pony with me just to get in a fashion show! Come on; this was becoming too complicated. “Pretty please,” I pleaded, “I really love taking pictures, and I’m only 9; that age is pretty grown, right?” “Nice try, kid,” said the second stallion, “but I’m afraid we can’t let you in just because you think you’re pretty good with a camera.” Just because I think I’m pretty good with a camera?! Oh no he didn’t; I probably know more about photographing than both of these lunk heads put together! They had no idea what I am capable of; but I better not start anything… to be on the safe side. “Please, this is my talent; my very way of life! I’m so desperate to get in!” “I don’t care;” said the first stallion again, “Please go away now. You probably wouldn’t be able to fit here anyway.” All I wanted was to take some glamour shots of the mare models and their fancily dressed bods; was that too much to ask?! Well… I couldn’t compete with rules, so I was going to leave and head towards the palace. At least there I might be able to enjoy myself. However, I suddenly heard two distinctly different voices behind me respond to the two stallion guards. “Vhy zat is complete nonsense!” “Mmm-hmm; you two should be ashamed of yourselves. Shunning away a cute little colt like that.” Those were the most unusual voices that I had ever heard. When I turned around and looked behind me, I couldn’t believe my own two colt eyes! It was Sapphire Shores, the queen of pop; and one of the most famous fashion photographers, Photo Finish! She was like a female version of me; except she only does fashion, and she not a pervert… as far as I know. “Somepony vith a photo-taking obsession like zis little colt here is always velcome here at one of my fabulous fashion shows!” Oh, so I guess Photo Finish is the one hosting this show. Maybe she’s just coming back from a break and is heading back to continue the spectacle. “S-sorry, Miss Finish,” said one of the guards, “but you clearly stated that any minors must go in with a parent or guardian or anypony 18 and up.” Suddenly, Sapphire Shores walked up to me and greeted me with a delightful smile, “What’s your name, honey?” Oh dear, I was frozen and my body was shaking. Two very famous and beautiful mares and one of them looking at me right in the eyes… plus, she called me honey. My lips were hesitating to speak any words, but then what I said made me seem weird. “Um… m-my name is… Weatherfeight; I-I-I mean Featherweight, mam.” Yeah, see; awkward. “So, you really love taking photos, don’t ya?” I couldn’t help but blush whenever a mare flatters me about my talent, “Y-yes mam; it’s kinda my talent.” “Miss Shores, I am afraid zat zese two stallions are right,” said Photo Finish, “My guidelines do clearly state for minors zo be vith a grown pony.” *Sigh* Well… I guess not even the ponies who are hosting events are willing to break their own rules. “So… how about eef he comes in vith us?” Suddenly my eyes went wide in shock and so did the guards. “What, seriously?” they both said. “Yeah, seriously?” I repeated. “Well, sounds like a plan to me,” said Miss Shores, “Are you fine with this?” Who was I to turn down an offer like this of course I said… “Yes mam! I mean… Yes, I would be delighted.” “However,” Miss Finish continued, “I’m afraid zat eef you do anyzing zo mess up my show, I, Photo Finish, vill have zo politely have you escorted out; are ve clear?” “Perfectly crystal clear, mam” I responded. Miss Shores then looked up at the two stallion guards and gave them a smirk, “Well boys, politely allow the colt to pass.” They both nodded and stepped to the side to open the path for us to go through. “Wait,” I shouted. I stepped to the side myself and did a little swift movement with my hoof towards the doorway, “Um… ladies first?” They both went by me and Miss Shores chuckled a bit from my action. “Well, speaking of polite…” “Indeed,” Miss Finish responded. She then looked over at me, “Vell, come along; ve don’t have all day!” I went past the two guards and gave them a mischievous smile because they didn’t get their way. “See you sirs later.” Then I took off; leaving the two guards standing there feeling dumbfounded. “What… just happened?” “Something completely unusual.” ----- Meeting Photo Finish and Sapphire Shores in the flesh on the same day, it’s too good to be true for a regular somepony like me; but it really happen! Just look at me, walking behind two big stars of Canterlot and technically… I am hanging out with them! Pardon me if I sound like a squealing fan-girl, but this is so exciting! However, there was a reason why I let those two walk in first and it’s not just because I am a gentlecolt, but it’s because I’m a perverted gentlecolt. They were both wearing such fancy, beautiful dresses; and they were pretty flashy too. But as flashy as they were, nothing seemed flashier than their fancy plump rumps. They didn’t even seem to look back at me; Photo Finish had Miss Shores caught up in a conversation with her, so I could stare at their full moons all I wanted. We ponies never mind walking around as such because we have nothing to hide. I mean sure, it’s more suggestive if they’re shaking their flanks and making flirty movements towards you, but I never minded myself to just enjoy what I could see. Hmm… I wonder how those two would look like without their fancy garments. Oh man, I really do have a perverted mind if I could picture it that easily; but like I said before, we don’t regularly wear clothes any way. Yeah... that picture in my head is really... head-turning. B-b-but never mind that, this was a perfect opportunity while they were too busy striking up a conversation. I focused my camera lens very carefully at Miss Shores shifting flank and snapped it at just the right angle. *Snap!* Whoa, they didn’t even notice it, sweet! Now it was Miss Finish’s turn; she always loved to capture… Ze Magicks, but now I was about to capture a little Magick of my own. I had to angle it a little lower because her dress was a bit more over her rump than Miss Shores’ were. While keeping my balance, I took my second shot. *Snap!* “Vat the… vat vas zat bright flash!?” Uh-oh, did Miss Finish notice that? Well obviously she did since she looked back at me with those big goggles of hers… I think they were goggles. “Vhat are you doing?” she asked me. Miss Shores was looking as well. “It’s not what you think,” I tried to say, “I was just…” She tilted her goggles part-way down and looked at me with her dark-magenta eyes rather curiously, “Vere you… trying zo get a shot of Miss Shores’ dress as vell as mine?” She thought I was just looking at their dress attire; thank celestia that’s all she thought. “Um… yes?” “Vell, eet is quite zee handiwork. Eef you vanted zo do so you could’ve asked.” “Huh, really?” I asked. “Yes, but not yet; I, Photo Finish, have a show zo continue! Let us keep moving!” Miss Shores just smiled at Photo Finish and chuckled, “Well, he sure seems to know faaaabulous fashion when he sees them.” That was all completely awkward… but totally worth it. ----- We finally reached the main part of the building where the show was taking place. What I saw was a huge spectacle; flashing lights and a huge room filled with rich and fancy ponies wearing many different fancy attire! And also, there it was; the giant walkway where beautiful mares were going to walk down upon and flaunt themselves showing off the latest fashions on their sexy bodies. The excitement was too much for me to handle. "This... is... AWESOME!!!" Woops, I really didn't mean to shout that loud; but still, a lot of ponies turned around at me who was standing near Miss Finish and Miss Shores; they were all looking at me awkwardly like I had lost my mind; and they were wondering why somepony like me was in here. “Nothing zo zee ere,” Miss Finish stated to everypony, “just a… eh… sub-assistant; do not mind ‘im.” Everypony there smiled a little and went on their business. Miss Finish looked at me suspiciously and I gave her a little nervous smile. “Toner down zee volume, eef you don’t mind,” she told me. “Oh right, sorry.” “You really seem excited,” said Miss Shores, “A little too excited.” “Maybe,” I said while blushing, “It’s just that… being in an environment like this does give me the thrilling chills. All of the bright lights, the awesome garments, the beautiful ruu… uugged-free surroundings… you know, cause it looks so fancy and rich.” I had to be careful; if I seemed to get to wild, Photo Finish would shoo me out! “Well, you shouldn’t be too surprised,” said Miss Shores in response to my statement, “because you’re in Caaaaaaaanterlot, baby! You can’t trot these streets without running into ponies like us.” Suddenly, this glamorous emerald Pegasus pony with a glamorous curly mane came trotting towards us in a state of panic. “Miss Finish! Miss Finish! We… have a major problem!” “Calm yourself and keep eet zogether,” said Miss Finish, “Vhat is eet, Glamour?” Wait… her name… is Glamour; talk about an oddly coincidence. “It’s awful;” she said, “The two model twins, Marigold and Solar, who are supposed to show off this year’s hottest bikini wear aren’t here yet and I’ve yet to contact them!” Sexy bikini model twins, eh? Heh, seems like I’ve picked a perfect time to attend a fashion show. Bring on the bikini models for me and my trusty camera. “Don’t vorry, zey’ll be ere,” Miss Finish responded, “Zey alvays seem zo arrived in ze nick of time.” I realized that Glamour’s panicked state was keeping her from noticing me right away. Guess what it was time for me to do? Heh, I mean look at her; she doesn’t see me at all. While they didn’t see me, I was preparing myself to get into position for a perfect shot at Miss Finish’s… assistant I guess. “Now go;” shouted Miss Finish to Glamour, “prepare for ze next presentation. Suddenly, they all saw a flash. *Snap!* I mean come on; of all the bright lights in the room they noticed mine. Glamour looked behind her to her side and saw me standing there with my camera; she looked at me awkwardly. “Um… h-hi,” I said nervously. “Did you just snap a picture of my flank?” she asked with a suspicious tone. Uh-oh, what do I do? I realized that Miss Finish was giving me a look to make sure that I wasn’t horsing around. “I w-was just taking a… nice photo of your… beautiful cutiemark; it’s very… photogenic!” Nice save… nice save. It really was a nice cutiemark; one that was a paintbrush brushing a rainbow trail over a lilly. “Well… it really is photogenic, huh?” she said while smirking and admiring her own flank… mark… cutiemark! “Hey wait, what am I saying?” She looked over at the two mares that I was with for the time being. “Who is this, and should he even be here?” Miss Shores walked over to me answered, “Oh don’t worry about him, honey; we’re just letting him live his dream as a future photographer by hanging with us a bit during this event.” “Yes, ve are,” said Miss Finish, “So pay no attention zo him; he shall cause no trouble. Isn’t zat right, little child?” I stood at attention and nodded, “Yes mam; no trouble from me, I promise.” She then looked at Glamour again and shouted, “Now go!” “Yes mam!” She took off like a bullet… literally. Maybe she should look into the Wonderbolts. “What happens if those two models don’t show up, Miss Shores?” I humbly asked. “Well… nothing too serious, but…” “Vhat; nothing too serious?!?” Miss Finish interrupted suddenly, “I, Photo Finish, have a perfect record of showing everyzing zat my shows have zo present! If 5, 4, or even 2 garments are left out, the show will seem incomplete! Not zo mention certain buyers who might wish to buy zem vill never see zem! You see, eet is more serious zan you might zink!” “Well… that is one way to put it,” said Miss Shores nonchalantly. Wow, fashion business was more complicated than I thought. I never knew one would go through such complication for just this sort of thing. Suddenly, an interesting thought came to my mind as I continued to gaze at their lovely backsides from behind as they walked on towards the backstage. “Hey Miss Finish, you know… maybe if those other mares don’t make it, and I’m pretty sure that they will, you could show off their piece.” Miss Finish stopped in her tracks and looked at me curiously; it’s always weird seeing her look at me all the time with those glasses on. Maybe if she took them off, she could look even lovelier without them… like Twist was. “Nein, young foal,” she responded, “Eet could never vork. Besides, I, Photo Finish, am a Fashion Photographer, not a Fashion Model.” She then trotted on ahead of me and Miss Shores in a glorious hurry, “Tut, tut, ponies! Ve must continue ze show. Everypony, places please!” I suddenly looked up at the pop star pony and asked her too, “How about you, Miss Shores? I’m sure you would do a good job.” “Aw, thank you, honey;” she responded. Heh, she called me honey… again. “I am really flattered, but I’m just here to present some awesome musical numbers while the show goes on. And besides, I couldn’t possibly be any sexier than I already am now. Whoops, look at me, being all sassy in front of a little colt.” On the contrary, I kinda liked seeing her being all sassy; the more wild and sassy she acted, the more she appeared to be moving that sweet seat… which I watched very enjoyingly. “It’s okay, Miss Shores,” I said innocently, “I don’t mind at all.” She just chuckled at me thinking I was only being cute, “Alright now, you better watch yourself, boy.” We both walked into the back stage where all of the mare models were preparing and… dressing… WOW! It was a perverted goldmine! As Photo Finish was going around making sure that things were perfect, I was standing there looking around enjoying my view. Mares in tights, socks, short dresses, loose tops, etc, etc. Man, what is it about seeing mares posing in pieces of clothing that makes them looks so hot?! “Um, are you feelin’ alright, little Featherweight?” Miss Shores asked me. I didn’t seem to respond; my eyes were wide staring straight ahead and my mouth was hanging open with a single trickle drool hanging from my lip. If I wasn’t in such a trance, I’d be snapping away on my camera right now. “Hoo boy,” Miss Shores thought, “maybe bringing him back here wasn’t such a bright idea.” Suddenly, one of the models noticed me and screamed out loud… which awoke me from my staring gaze. “Ahhhhh! There’s a little colt in here!” The models stopped what they were doing and gasped as they turned towards my direction. I just lowered my head down and nervously grinned while blushing. “Um, h-hi… ladies.” I felt so nervous having all of their eyes on me; down wings; down. “Oh for petes sake,” shouted Miss Finish, “eet’s just a little colt! Vhat, have you not roamed around cloth-less in front of little colts before?” “Maybe it’s a dignity thing to them,” I suggested. “Pish, Posh,” Miss Finish stated, “He is ‘ere for reasons I vill not explain; now hurry and finish getting changed, ve have a show to do!” She then looked over at me and gave a little warning look, “And close your mouth, little colt; you’ll attract flies.” What, why would my mouth catch flies; I brushed. The show was about to commence as Miss Finish stated, and I was all ready to go crazy on my photo-taking tool. The other mares backstage were eyeing me at times; some feeling a little uncomfortable about me watching them, and others found my curious, bashful face adorable. And knowing that I wasn’t even making the face on purpose made this moment all the rewarding. “Next group, go!” I heard Miss Finish shout out. “Yes, Miss Finish,” the group responded as they rushed by to get into position on the stage. Miss Shores looked down at me and smirked, “Well… what are you waiting for, mister photographer?” I snapped out of my daze again and sprung up in the air, “Oh, yeah; this is going to be great!” I zoomed off with my trusty camera preparing to take some well worthy photo shots. However, Miss Shores probably realized why I wanted to come in here in the first place. She just smiled and chuckled to herself. “That sly little colt.” ----- Just like that, the show was on, and I was there every step of the way! I suddenly realized that the assistant pony, Glamour, had the role of speaking and introducing the different outfits that were being shown; as well as naming the mares that were presenting them and showing it off on their bodies. Wow, maybe I could be a fashion photographer just like Photo Finish. Seeing outfits as awesome as these on sexy bodies like these mares. I could only imagine how some of my filly classmates would look modeling like this; ‘sigh’ I could only imagine. This show was definitely centered on summer wear; I could tell because of all the skimpy tops and shorts bottoms and cute little summer dresses. There were also summer hats as well, but I didn’t really care for those. Knowing that Miss Finish wasn’t too worried about the twins sisters showing up on time yet, I was guessing that the summer swimwear was being saved for last; I wouldn’t have it any other way. Also, in between the showings and during, I saw Miss Shores putting on a few musical numbers; they were popin’… mind the pun. She sounded really good; she wasn’t called the queen of pop for nothing. Amonst all the flashing lights of other cameras from other photographers, nobody really noticed me unless I flew down real close to the stage; and the best thing was that nopony cared where I took the shot. All the beautiful cutiemarks on all the smooth sexy flanks of all the models were all too mesmerizing. Yeah, show off those rumps as much as you want, ladies; ol’ Featherweight here ain’t complaining one bit. Quite some time had passed while witnessing all these glamorous beauties and their… ‘ahem’… assets; and once they had their final break before the finale, I decided to take a breather myself and fly back to the backstage where once again the models were changing and dressing; some of them getting into the swimwear that was going to be shown. Oh dear, Celestia, was I really having this much luck catching some really great views of mares and their flanks? No pony saw me yet, I turned my flash off and took a few close-up shots of the models. If only mother and father could see me now; I was quite lucky that their friend’s birthday was today. I soon flew back over to where Sapphire Shores was refreshing herself with some water; she saw me coming and prepared for anything I had to say. “Enjoying your time doing your talent,” she said with a smirk. I was smiling and my wings were literally flapping with joy from seeing everything that I saw here... and I mean everything. “Immensely; snapping photos of models is really fun!” “Oh is it,” she responded, “Let me see what kind of pics you have.” “Okay,” I said while I handed her my camera. It was one of those newer ones where you could see previews of all photos that you’ve taken. As Miss Shores looked through the shots, a big gaping look came upon her face. I sat there with an amusing smirk as I watched her reactions to what she saw. “Oh my… Featherweight.” “What,” I said nonchalantly, “it’s okay to shoot from all angles, right?” “Well, maybe,” she said as she suspiciously, “but I’m not sure that…” Suddenly, she came across a certain photo of her and one of Miss Finish; a shot of a certain area of their body. “Um… what’s this?” she said suddenly. I looked over her shoulder and saw what she meant. I blushed suddenly and quickly grabbed the camera and awkwardly responded, “Um… n-n-nothing?” “Boy, you better watch yourself,” she said, “I’d hate for somepony to do something to you that they wouldn’t normally do to you.” “I’m so sorry,” I pleaded, “I couldn’t help it; I was just…” Suddenly, our attention turned to Photo Finish who was pacing and shouting, “Vere ze hoof are zey!? Zey should have been here already! Zey need to be here!” She suddenly started to shout out things in her weird German accent lingo that I didn’t really understand; but maybe it’s safe that way. “Poor Miss Finish” I stated, “she seems much stressed.” “Something tells me that she’s about to be a bit more stressful,” said Miss Shores. “What makes you say that?” She pointed in a certain direction, and coming in from behind Miss Finish was these two very fancy-looking ponies; they also seemed to be a couple. OMG, the wife looks smoking hot. “Ah, hello there, Miss Finish,” said the pony husband, “Wonderful to see you again.” Photo Finish turned around and greeted the young couple, “Oh, Mr. Fancypants… and Mrs. Fleur; enjoying ze show I’m sure?” “Why wouldn’t we,” Fancypants stated, “My wife and I here just thought we pay our respects to you, old friend.” “Zo not… call me old;” Miss Finish said with a leer, “you know I hate zat.” Mr. Fancypants and Mrs. Fleur; I heard of them! Most ponies calls Fancypants one of the most important high society in Canterlot; neat! But as great as it was to see them, I still couldn’t keep my eyes off of Fancypants’ wife, Fleur. “Anyway,” Fancypants continued, “my wife looks forward to your wonderful summer bikini line fashion pieces.” “Sh-sh-sh-she eez?!” Miss Finish stuttered. “Why of course she is! She’s hoping to like them because she was looking for some exquisite swimwear to use at the humble Canterlot resorts and beaches… and to use it for other reasons, if you know what I mean.” The couple began to chuckle mischeviously and gave each other a little peck on the lips; and Miss Finish gave a little ‘Oy’ in the process. Wow, I think I got what he meant by that statement. Man, he is so lucky to have such a fine sexy mare such as her; the perfect slender shape of her body, and her flowing pink and white mane… and that lovely accent she had, I’d trade that stallion’s place any day. “That Fancypants,” said Miss Shores, “he’s a real nice stallion, but he can be a bit optimistic sometimes.” I didn’t pay much attention to what she said; I was still eying Mrs. Fleur and her high-class a… um, flank. I couldn’t take it anymore; I quickly left Miss Shores’ side and right over to the young couple. I think I may have startled them a bit. “Hi, Mr. Fancypants, nice to meet you! Greetings, Mrs. Fleur, I’mFeatherweight! You’repretty, canItakesomephotosofyou!?” Whoa, was that a bit too fast for them to understand; you’d think I was on a sugar high or something. Mr. Fancypants looked down and chuckled, “And who is this fine little fellow with the buck teeth?” Buck teeth?! Huh, oh yeah, I do have buck teeth; go figure. Miss Finish was jittering with sudden nerves from my sudden action, “Um… just a… ph-photographer, just like moi. I’m… letting him practice his talent!” “You don’t say,” said Fancypants, “So he must be the little flying figure I saw in the air flashing away on a camera.” The elegant mare, Fleur, knelt down in front of me wearing such a pretty, sweet smile; it could rival Fluttershy’s. I was smiling nervously and my whole body was shaking and sweating as she was looking at me. Keep it together, man. “Well aren’t you a cute little thing,” she said. She stood back up and walked off a little past her husband as she relaxed her muscles. “You may take 3 pics if you wish; no more, no less.” I quickly nodded my head and said, “Sure, okay!” After all, 3 photos are better than none. As I was taking the few carfully examined shots of Mrs. Fleur’s majestic figure, Miss Finish, Miss Shores and Fancypants were all just watching from the side. “Well then, seems like that little colt has taken a shine to my lovely wife,” said Fancypants, “In fact, one would think that he’s fallen for her.” He had a good little chuckle form his own comment. “Yeah,” said Miss Shores as she went along with the chuckling, “One would think.” After I took 3 photos Mrs. Fleur, she gave me a little sweet kiss on my forehead to encourage me to never give up my talent; but trust me, that was one thing that she didn’t have to worry about. “Well, we’ll take our leave back into the crowd now,” said Mr. Fancypants as they started to walk out of the room, “Bring this show on home, old girl.” “Don’t… call me old!” Miss Finish shouted as the elegant couple walked out. It was quite nice doing a short photo shoot with Mrs. Fleur, but I still noticed that Miss Finish still seemed a bit stressed out; maybe my recent action didn’t help much. “Um… Miss Finish, sorry about causing that awkward scene in front of you; it’s just that…” Suddenly, her personal phone started to ring, “Not now, Featherveight; I must take zis!” She activated her phone and began talking to somepony. “Ello! Yes, zis ees she! Vhat?! You cannot be serious!” Uh-oh, things seemed to start getting more serious suddenly. “But… vhat am I supposed zo do now?! Ugh… very vell; send zem my reguards.” Once she hung up her phone, she started to panic even more than she already was. “Nein, nein, nein! Zis cannot be happening!” “Keep yourself together, girl,” said Miss Shores suddenly, “What happened?” “Eet’s terrible,” she shouted sadly, “My two models, Marigold and Solar, zey have come down vith… ze hay fever!” “Dang, how unfortunate,” Miss Shores responded. I know what you’re thinking, that it’s kind of a bit ironic for us ponies to come down with an illness called hay fever… well, it’s not as humorous as you think. “Maybe it won’t be too bad,” I said, “You do have your other models, right? You don’t have to show everything.” “NO! All prepared outfits must be shown; and with Mrs. Fleur out zere, I, Photo Finish, have no choice! Not to mention that zose twin mares were ze perfect candidates for my final two pieces. I am ruined; ruined!” Wow, I guess this was a huge deal to her. Suddenly, a great, wonderful, but sorta sneaky idea came to me… it was worth another shot. “Hey you know; if you don’t want to use any one of your other models that haven’t tried on the bikini suits, may I suggest that maybe… you … and Miss Shores could do it?” They both looked at me weirdly again seeing that I brought up this question again. However, now at the situation that Miss Finish was in, Miss Shores thought about it. “Well… I suppose…” “No, no,” Miss Finish said suddenly, “I couldn’t possibly do such a thing. It would be… too embarrassing. I could never pull it off.” For somepony that was always fixed on success, she was being very doubtful; time to turn on my cute, convincing charm. “Come on, you’re… very beautiful, Miss Finish, and I am giving you an idea that will give you a huge opportunity! You should go out there and strut your stuff, show off your glamorous appeal… and… and shake what your mother gave you!” Whoa, did I just say that? Guess I was getting into the dramatics and really wanted Miss Finish’s show to be perfect for her; that or I just really wanted to see those two in those sexy bikini suits. Miss Finish looked a bit flustered as she was looking at her own body and then looking at the suits. “Very convincing words, don’t you think,” said Miss Shores. So what was their answer? ----- Back on the runway, the last modelers showing swimsuit wear were walking off back stage, and Glamuor was nervous that Marigold and Solar hadn’t shown up yet. “And now, l-last but not least…” Then somepony came to her from behind the curtains and whispered something in her ear. “What, are you sure about this? Well… okay.” She then turned back to the crowd and smiled nervously, “And now, posing in our special bikini swimwear, and I’m sure you’ll all be surprised…” Oh boy, were they. “Photo Finish, and Sapphire Shores!” “Come on, Miss Shores,” said Miss Finish as they were preparing behind the curtain, “eet ees time zo vork… our magick!” “You said it, sister!” They both walked out in Miss Finish’s exclusive bikini swimwear… and holy celestia, did they look hot; smoking hot! I was already out readying my camera; I was finally seeing those two without all that clothing that was hiding most of their physiques! The whole crowd was silent for a few seconds, but then they broke the silence as they started to shout and applaud on how great they both looked; most of them rarely saw them in such exotic attire. “I do say,” said Mr. Fancypants from within the crowd to his wife, “they never said that they were going to model; what a pleasant surprise!” Fluer looked up and saw me smiling and snapping away on my camera. I wonder whose idea for this was?” she said with a smirk. “Zey love us, Miss Shores; zey really love us,” said Miss Finish in a happily relieved tone, “We must be much better at this than we zought! I truly feel like a star!” “Was there any doubt?” Miss Shores responded, “It seems like that little colt’s idea saved your show, don’t you think?” “Yes,” she said while flaunting a little in the outfit, “indeed he has.” ----- That was a huge success; and yes, it was all thanks to yours truly. I saved Miss Finish’s show and got a wonderful show myself; a total win-win! I headed back to the backstage where they were to tell them how great they were; but when I got there… “Wow, that was awesome, Miss… w-w-w-w-w-w-WHOA!” Well, they were both kinda… well, cloth-less. I could see their whole body, I could see their beautiful rumps and cutiemark; it was all too much for me to handle at once. Why didn’t I see that coming? “Ees zere a problem, little vone?” Miss Finish asked while looking at me awkwardly. I just stood there trying to keep my composure, but how could I do that after what I can see right now. “N-n-n-no mam. I just never seen… any of you… out of costume before.” They both looked at each other weirdly wondering why I was being so jittery; however, I think Miss Shores knew exactly why I was acting this way… but she decided to let me have my moment. “Vell, nonetheless, you did help save my show;” Miss Finish said with a slight smile, “even though it wouldn’t seem like much zo some other ponies. Ees zere anyzing you vish zo receive as a revard zo… zank you?” I could ask for anything from her; anything… you know, as long as it was illegal. But you know, they were out of the bikini swimsuits that they were modeling in; and who knows when I could see them like this ever again, let alone ever seeing them again period. I’m thinking naughty thoughts again, heh. “Well… maybe a single shot of both of you… as a souvenir?” Photo Finish looked shocked as she gave me a totally confused look over her glasses… I mean goggles. “Vhat? Zat’s eet?” “Well, yeah,” I responded, “You don’t mind right?” Miss Finish looked over at Miss Shores who just smiled and shrugged her shoulders. Yeah, she knew what I wanted. “Vell… okay, if zat’s vhat you vant.” Luckily for me, I didn’t even need to ask them how to pose; it’s like they read my perverted mind… but they can’t, right. They faced the opposite direction from each other so that their pleasurable flanks were almost close, side-by-side… almost touching… sweet. Normally, I would take different angle shots, but this time, I was going to stick with this one single shot; especially since I already have a nice close-up rump shot of both of them from earlier. “Alright, hold that pose…” I angled carfully and zoomed in close enough; then I took the shot. *Snap!* “Awesome.” After taking the shot, my eyes were widely beading while looking upon the preview picture of the majestic photo of those two. I was cheerfully smiling and my wings were flapping constantly. This was all soooooo worth it. “You are a very… strange little colt,” said Miss Finish as she approached me. “Thanks,” I said while bashfully blushing, “I get that a lot.” “Do you have… a thing… of taking photos of mares?” asked Miss Shores while arching her eyebrow and smirking; she did remember what she saw on my camera earlier. “Don’t be silly; I take photos of fillies too… and others.” I was never going to forget this experience and I’m sure that those two won’t forget this either. I can’t wait until I show my brother these photos; he’s going to be so jealous of his little brother.