A Story About Nothing

by ponyartist

The Photo Shoot

Author's Note:

Where for all the people who asked for it - all two or three of you - here it is the next chapter I hope it was worth the wait and let me know what you think of it and if you would like more just say.

The stallion made his way through the streets of Ponyville with the wind to his back as he was filled with a new sense of freedom, but much like the sky above him these winds brought in rain clouds of uncertainty as he soon came to the realization that he had just quit his job while a pile of bills he already had trouble paying sat at home.

But such thoughts had to be pushed away; after all he had to figure out exactly how he was going to swim. Landscapes could be an option although he soon tossed that idea ‘no I’ve never had the heart for landscapes. I was having some success with my abstract, but I don’t have the space or materials to do it; although that never stopped in the past, so I’ll put that in the maybe pile. My figure work was going well, but where the hell would I find a model for it not to mention I’m lacking the materials for that; although that never stopped him from improvising. In all seriousness though that really only leaves me with one option and that was his photo work, so as long as I can find my
cameras that is. I mean it is what I wrote my grad paper one so it shouldn’t be too hard for me to get back in-‘

The stallion was soon pulled from his internal monologue by the sensation of falling quickly followed by the sensation of his face hitting the ground; his nose scraping across it as if it were a piece of sand paper across a board. Around him the ground was covered in a multitude of colorful high-end shopping bags. Various fabrics and other assorted objects - the stallion could not be certain what exactly they were – spilling out onto the ground. All the stallion could be certain of as he got to his hooves was that he most of been hit by some reckless fabric cart.

“Oh I’m so sorry darling I was just so wrapped up in my thoughts that I didn’t see you. Oh I do hope I didn’t hurt you,” came a voice that drifted into the stallion’s ears as he realized that there was a mare profusely apologizing to him seemingly wrapped up in her own words. The stallion could only assume that she was what he ran into.

“You needed apologize I’m sure it was more than likely my fault as I was too busy thinking about my life to be really paying attention to see where I was going. Besides by the looks of the ground I’ve inconvenienced you more,” replied the stallion as he calmly gestured to the ground.

“Well how about this darling we both take equal blame and you need not worry about my stuff.” Replied the mare with a light giggle as her horn began to glow blue as the bags lifted into the air and all the assorted fabrics and misalliances materials found their way back in and neatly packed away; all the while the mare seemingly un aware of what she was doing dusted herself of and quickly made sure her purple mane was back in place. “See no in convince at all.”

The stallion without hesitation takes the bags from the mare with his own magic placing them on his back. “Well what kind of gentle colt would I be if I just ran into such a beautiful mare and then made her carry her own bags home?” The words falling from his mouth as he once more finds his silver tongue as it all starts coming back to him; all the while staying calm on the surface giving the mare a smile while slicking his mane back.

The Mare blushes slightly, but with a subtle bat of her eyelashes lets the stallion know his words are welcome. “Well I wish to be the last mare to stop a gentlecolt from doing what he thinks is right. My home is only a few blocks down the street, so I should have to take up much of your time; after all the last thing I want to do is steal your day away.”

*****

The stallion finds himself staring up at the ceiling of the mare’s bedroom as if the moldings above him were school yard bullies teasing him; just because he had gone through his growth spurts early and was bigger than all the other colts and fillies in his class. It wasn’t his fault that his size didn’t level out till he was in college and he learned how to be less awkw- the stallion shakes his head letting it sink into the soft pillow beneath him…..beneath his thoughts………beneath everything.

He lay there awake for the past half hour despite his deep urge to just to fall asleep like the mare curled up beside him her head resting on his chest; her purple mane now a tangled stained mess matching her once pristine coat now roughed, sweaty, and stained. The stallion merely took her disheveled body as a sign that he had not grown rusty and the blissfully dumb smile that plastered across her face cemented his assumption of that.

‘She may act like a lady for the world, but behind closed doors she neither acts nor wish to be treated as one.’

The stallion now standing above the bed having slipped away from the mare with well-trained ease ‘It’s not you honestly……it’s not you…it’s me, but it’s not like I can just stop. Not when it’s so easy to fall back into it and when I’m already in so far.’

The stallion grabs the camera from the mare’s dresser before carefully removing the film from the camera. “You don’t need to get me anything I don’t wish to inconvenient you any more than I already have.”

“No I insist you stay for a drink after a gentlecolt should be rewarded for his kind deeds,” came the mare’s voice from the kitchen of what was – as far as the stallion could tell – the mare’s home slash business.

The stallion hadn’t really expected anything in return but he knew better than to pass up anything free, so while the mare occupied herself getting whatever it was she getting so the stallion busied himself with looking around what appeared to be a show room for the store. The area was well maintained – a little too well for his taste but this is a store after all – with manikins and clothing samples displayed around the store awaiting the eye of a customer.

“I see my latest fashion design has caught your eye. I don’t like to brag but I do feel this is one of my best designs. Tell me do you like fashion?” The mare’s voice was soft but confident as she came back into the room levitating a tray with tea on it setting it on a table near the side of the room.

“No I do not like fashion,” replied the stallion as he took a seat across from the mare.

“And why is that I may ask?”

“Because I did not spend six years of my life studying art to have it all under minded by bullshiters who worry about being avant-garde so much they can’t see that all they’ve created is without foundation, because they have their head to far up their own plot.”
The mare eyes shift slightly as she clearly tries to hold herself back from what she really wanted to say. “hmmm well I guess every pony is entitled to their opinion, but you said you studied art what did you study exactly?”

“I study fine art at the Cantorlot Art School majored in painting, but wrote my grad paper on photography as was my final grad work photo based; than I had a short stint at the Royal Academy in Cantorlot.”

The mare chokes on her tea for a moment before gathering herself again. “You studied in Cantorlot and the Royal Academy? If I am not mistaken royal academy is one of the prestigious groups in Cantorlot being the go to artists for Cantorlot’s elites and even the royals.”

“You’re not wrong.”

“May I ask what brought you here than?”

“It’s a long story but the short version is that it was a conflict of interests and personalities,” sighed the stallion.

“Well I would love to have some of your caliber look at some of my upcoming fashion designs. That is if you have the time to spare,” sweetly asked the mare as batted her eyelashes lightly.

The stallion simply narrowed his eyes know the game she was playing. “I’m sure I can spare the time for a mare as beautiful as you.”

The mare was more that excited by the stallions response and quickly took off to a back room eagerly waiting for the stallion in tow and two his surprise he saw that this back room was the epitome of organized chaos. A sewing machine sat to one side of the room on the other side sat a drawing table which looked like it had an untold number of drawings strewed about it and in-between there stood floor to ceiling self that looked like it was trying and failing to contain a landslide of multicolored fabric. In the center of the room there stood a three pony manikin all in varies stages of management.

The mare wasted no time in pulling the stallion over to the manikins and like a waterfall began to proudly talking about her designs; the stallion couldn’t help but see her young naivety as she tried to subtlety hint at how his past remark was wrong, but the stallion let her be and just silently listened to her. Really the stallion couldn’t complain because at worst he was in the company of a beautiful mare which was much better than bucking apples all they; although Apple Jack was pretty easy on the eyes too. There was also that cute mare that worked on the farm one summer too bad he never got her name, but not much he could do about that now.

“So what do you think?”

The mares voice snapped the stallion out of the thoughts he normally saved for the bedroom. So he found himself without anything to really say, but this wasn’t the first time he had to think on his feet all he had to do was keep cool; luckily though his answer came in the form of a camera sitting on one of the shelves barely visible under the fabric covering it. “You know a mare as beautiful as your self deserves to be in front of the camera not placed behind it in some back room where she is unappreciated. I think you should be in front of it.” The stallion calmly spoke as he levitated the camera over to himself.

“Well thank you for the compliment, but as much as I like the spot light I will admit there is something about being in front of the camera that makes me a little nervous. I mean sure the idea of modeling has crossed my mind but I never really tried to pursuit.”
That was what the stallion wanted to hear as he gave the mare a gentle smile.

“Well I can assure you that modeling isn’t as nerve-racking as it may seem, as a form academy member I have worked with a lot of models both new and experienced, so if you’re interested I can show you the ropes.”

To the stallions surprise the mare actually agreed and although things start as a simple clothing shoot the stallion had managed to charm and gain the mares trust he was able to shift things over to what he was more comfortable with the nude figure. At first the mares nerves showed the camera make her more aware of her lack of clothing, but after being reminded of how most ponies don’t where any clothes she started to loosen up more. Sure all these things were to be expected and the stallion new how to deal with them and by the time he hit the end of the roll he felt he had still pulled of some good shots.

“Now see that wasn’t so bad was it?” the stallion’s voice was cool while still being confident.

“No I guess it wasn’t and it was even a little fun. If nothing else I guess I now know how it feels to be on the other side of the camera.” The mare gave a small giggle at her own remark.

“You know just because the roll of film is done doesn’t mean we have to stop the fun.” The stallion made the slight move to the mare still calm in his voice all the while looking her in the eye.

“What do you mea-“the mare was cut off by the stallion kissing her his lips controlling but still gentle. At first the mare didn’t know what to think but then as the stallion as the stallion started to course her cheek she began to relax letting her mouth open so his tongue could slip in.

Soon the stallion broke their kiss before asking the mare “do you like a stallion that takes control?”

“Yes.”

The stallion picked the mare up with his magic setting her on his back. “Well how about you lead the way to the bedroom than I can take the lead from there?”

All the while these thoughts of the past few hours tumbled through the stallion’s mind he found himself staring into the mirror that sat upon the mare’s dresser. Mirrors were the one thing he couldn’t stand as mirrors always kept things fresh for him. Living with his actions was easy part, because he could just put them behind himself and not have to look at them but mirrors always brought those actions back to the front.

“Do you love me?” Her question hits the stallion’s ears as she lays on top of him their lips parting only moments before.

“Of course I do.” His words were clear but his thoughts were still jumbled mess of nerves he – and most young stallions – was still trying to figure; instead he relied on his body to make the decisions for him.

“I just wanted to make sure…..you know before we go any further.”

“I understand and I care about you more than art you know that.” The stallions words weren’t lies, but they were the words she wanted to hear so he could get what his body wanted.

“I know you do……I just had to make sure.”

‘I did love you and I know it didn’t stop me from hurting you but please don’t think I didn’t love.’

The stallion tares himself away from mirror no longer interested in what was staring back at him; instead he made his way out the bedroom door careful not to make a noise, as he did not wish to wake the sleeping mare now snuggled into her oversized pillow; After all a lady needs her beauty sleep.

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just wondering if you read the chapter I put up as you seemed excited for it and I did go in a different direction with it than I thought I was.