To Sour it was a way to help rebuild a career, help out those in need, and maybe even spend some time together, with her friends, but why did it have to one of those Calendars?!
The annual fundraising calendar done by Socialite Magazine was one of the few things known help boost even the rockiest of careers. And the fact that this year Socialite Magazine was donating all of the proceeds to Habitat for Humanity only would go further to help those willing to pose in it. For Sour Sweet it was a chance to get into Private Practice, which honestly at this point was exactly what she needed. She might have loved the hospital, but she had no doubt in her mind that going back after her relapse would mean working nights. For her friends it was a true chance to help their friend, and even discover something about themselves.
Everything took money, and that included charities which went out of their way to ensure families had a place to call their own. Most of the time that money came from hundreds, if not thousands, of good willed people donating to said charity.
But occasionally a business would put together something special that would ensure a large enough donation to keep the charity's funds in the black all year. Sometimes being in those events even helped everyone that participated. That was one of the reasons Sour Sweet found herself inside of Lemon Zest's cousin's studio. Well, rather the studio he was working in for the event.
She sighed and looked at Sunny Flare, "Did Indigo talk you into this too?"
Sunny Flare nodded. Sour took a moment to really study her friend. Sunny had kept her figure since high school, in truth she was far more developed than she had been. The pictures she had sent second, even if it had been a drunken mistake, hadn’t captured just how beautiful her friend truly had become. Sunny sighed as she toyed with one of the straps of her bikini top. Normally she would have believed that a yellow bikini wouldn’t suit her, but somehow Sunny pulled it off. She also noticed that the bikini was one that pulled her breasts in close to her body, pushing them together, and ultimately acting very much like a wonder bra.
“Yes, she did, but it is for habitat for humanity, and honestly it does give me a chance to show off some of my new summer line.”
Sour Sweet grinned, “I guess,” she looked toward the other girls. Sugarcoat had put on a little weight, but it fit her well. Instead of a bathing suit she was wearing a white corset, with matching lacy panties, white stockings, and a pair of heels that looked incredibly uncomfortable.
“It seems highly unlikely that the individuals buying this calender will be interested in what we’re wearing,” Sugarcoat said, “It’s more likely…”
“Dude, we get it, most likely they’re gonna be wanting to know what we’re like under it, but it’s for a really good cause, so don’t be a bummer, alright?” Lemonzest replied.
Sour smiled and heard a soft giggle, which was far too feminine considering who it was giggling, and then watched as Indigo Zapp walked into the room with them. Behind her was Iconic Portrait who was smiling and looked very much like a man in love. Sour sighed, that’s how Second looked at her. She rubbed her shoulder as she considered what she was getting ready to do.
There would be the main picture, and then two nudes would be taken. She understood that for Iconic it was just business. He wasn’t really getting anything out of this shoot, which was surprising, but instead he was donating his services, and what would have been his fee, to the charity itself. It was more than that for her. Her relapse had damaged her career, and despite the fact that Second’s books were covering the bills, it didn’t feel right to not be contributing. Indigo had come to her and told her about the shoot, how they were publizing it, and how she figured that it could help her out. Of course she was right. When the rumor leaked out that she was posing for the Charity Calendar that Socialite Magazine put out every year she began to get more call backs. She wanted to go back to the hospital, back to the routine she had developed for her career, but in truth she knew she needed something different. That something different was a private practice.
Second had tried to suggest that he’d help back it, but unless he got a major motion picture based on one of his novels it was going to take the backing of a bank, or some of the wealthy individuals in Canterlot City. It wasn’t like she was poor, and she knew that Sunny Flare would have gladly helped, but she needed to try to do this on her own.
“Sour Sweet, are you ready?” Iconic asked
She nodded, followed him, and gently hugged herself. The bathing suit was one that Sunny had designed, and it had been based on their old school swim team bathing suits. She walked into a large room, a small elevated area with sand had been set up next to a smaller outdoor pool. The backdrop truly made it look like an ocean view. She looked toward Iconic.
“Okay, if you don’t mind I thought that you could climb into the pool, dive under, and come up on the stand. I’ll start taking photos then, and we’ll continue from there.”
“Oh, that sounds wonderful. Don’t go thinking about keeping some of these!”
She noticed that he didn’t seem phased.
“No, the only ones I’m making extra of is Indigo, and that’s because she asked me to.”
Sour followed his directions climbed into the pool, dove under and came up on the stand. She blinked her eyes and saw someone else there. She didn’t think he’d be there, but instead he was standing behind Iconic. She gave a small gentle smile, ignored the clicking of the camera, and instead focused on his face. She climbed onto the sand, the wet violet and black bathing suit clinging to her like a second skin, more clicks, but she didn’t care. She moved a hand under a strap, teasing with it, and slowly lowered it.
She wasn’t doing the photo suit, or at least not in her mind, she was doing a little private show for Second. She slowly removed the suit, showing off the body she had painstakingly kept in shape. She noticed that his eyes never left her, he never looked away, and she loved that he was watching her so intently. She continued to pose in one seductive pose after another until finally she saw him step into the room.
“Okay, we’re good,” Iconic said.
She nodded, but didn’t really pay him any attention, “Hi, I thought that you said you weren’t coming.”
Second rubbed his head, “Well, I asked Glida if she could watch Bitter for us. That was…”
She didn’t let him finish the sentence before she kissed him. She broke the kiss and pulled back, “So, how does it feel to be married to a Calendar girl?”
He smiled, “It makes me have another reason for loving January.”
Adagio Dazzle looked at the mirror in front of her. Like her sisters she wasn’t growing older, or at least not growing older any faster. Their pendants did help feed their powers, but ultimately they were immortal. Of course she’d used her powers throughout the ages to simply coast by. It was insanely easy to get everything she, and her sisters, needed by more or less enthralling some poor mortal. If she would have realized that the gravy train with biscuit wheels would stop running she would have developed a trade of some kind, well something more than working in fast food or potentially doing porn.
She sighed as she looked at her sisters. Both Aria and Sonata knew why they were here. The house that Habitat for Humanity was going to build would be for them, and frankly she couldn’t wait to be in it. The beat up old trailer they were staying in was, as Aria called it, the worst. The one thing she did have going was the man she was dating. Like herself he was living with his siblings, and much like herself he was the only one bringing in any money at all. She smiled softly as she remembered their first date.
It was simple, just a couple of adults hanging out at an arcade, but it was enough. He’d actually scored enough tickets to get a cheap laptop, and then he handed it over to her. It wasn’t anything special, just some off brand laptop, but it had become a lifeline to her. The internet allowed her to be more than just some girl working at a burger and taco place. It let her gain a small following on social media, it allowed her to be adored, but honestly she really was happiest with his adoring of her. She looked at the swim suit she was wearing. Internally she groaned at the school based swimsuit she was wearing. It was Canterlot High colors, not that she ever wanted to be reminded of their failure there, and it fit incredibly well. She moved her hands down the sleek feeling of the one piece swimsuit, and she stopped her at her hips. Her hips were something she was proud of, although she honestly wished her breasts were a little bigger. She looked at herself in the mirror again. It had been quite awhile since the failure at the battle of the bands, but she still looked like a teenager. At least she looked eighteen instead of younger, but part of the problem was that her breasts were less than handfuls.
She glanced at Sonata and rolled her eyes. Somehow her sister managed to get the best of both worlds. The Taco Hut themed bikini she was wearing left little to the imagination, but it certainly showed off her sister’s curves.
She ran her fingers through her hair, and silently she gave a small word of thanks to whatever deity let the Mane and Tail shampoo Passive Voice had gotten for her. She thought about him for a moment, and no sooner had a slightly better mood graced her then Aria had to act out.
"Adagio, why do all three of us have to do this? I just want to go home!"
She growled inwardly at her sister.
"We've got to do this because it's a chance at a decent place to live! Unless your YouTube career is suddenly taking off you're going to suck it up, wear those cut off, show some under boob and pose for the stupid picture!"
Aria huffed and turned away from her. That was one of the constants with Aria. Adagio rolled her eyes, looked back at the mirror, and caught a glance of Aria studying a mirror of her own. She could see her sister turning, obviously trying to see if there was something she didn’t want to be seen that might show up in the picture. It was a moot point at best. Adagio closed her eyes knowing that Aria was exceptionally physically fit. She heard the door open, turned, and smiled softly as Passive Voice walked into the room. Before he managed to get to her Sonata wrapped him into a hug, and was asking if he had stopped to get tacos.
He treated her kindly, one of the things she had come to love about him. She listened as he explained that he couldn’t bring the tacos into the photo shoot, because they might everyone greasy, but after the shoot he didn’t mind stopping off by the Taco place Adagio didn’t work at. That was another reason she was so fond of him. He understood what it was like to work for a place that had no problem letting you know that if you didn’t get behind the counter and get to work don’t worry about coming in the next day.
He moved past her, walked up behind her, and wrapped her into a hug.
“Hey, you okay with this?”
She nodded, “Of course, it’s a house, a real one, and that’s a step in the right direction,” she said as she turned around and kissed him, “You’re going to move in still, right?”
He nodded, “Sure, I guess, but I don’t want to intrude.”
She shook her head, “You won’t be. The developer said it would be a four bedroom home, and I know that you won’t mind sharing with me.”
She leaned her head against his chest, “How's the classes going?"
She looked up to see a bright smile, and her heart felt like it skipped a beat.
"Better than good," he said, "You're talking to an official English teacher."
She hugged him and felt his own arms around her, "Crystal Prep hired me, and I should start in about a month."
She felt her shoulders relax. All of the weight she had been carrying, all of the stress, and finally there was some good news. She leaned against him, taking in his smell.
"You're still planning on going too, right?"
She nodded, "Absolutely, although I'm not sure about going into music."
She felt him run her back, "That's okay, but I know how much it means to you."
She was about to say something when she heard her name. She turned around and saw the photographer smiling.
"Ms Dazzle, ready?"
She nodded, "Passive, you want to watch?"
Walking into the studio she could see the pool, the raised area made to look like the beach, and she already knew what was going to be asked. She climbed on to the raised platform, looked seductively toward Passive, and bit her lip mischievously as she moved a hand from her hip to her right breast.
She let her finger draw a lazy circle around her covered nipple, letting it stand to attention, and then moved her strap down. She batted her eyes coyishly at Passive as she slowly stripped away the swimsuit. One benefit of being an immortal was learning that seduction didn’t change too much through the ages. Had she been with other lovers in the past, absolutely, but she hadn’t loved them. They hadn’t come at a point in her life where she was vulnerable enough to open herself up. Passive had, and thankfully he was a giving and generous lover.
It was for that reason alone she was throwing out every sign that practically dripped with sexuality. She finished removing the swimsuit, laying there bare, for the world, but mostly Passive, to see. As believed would happen the photographer had her pose so that she was mostly showing her back, ass, and looking over her shoulder. She blew a soft kiss toward Passive as the final click echoed.
“And that’s it. Fantastic, you can get dressed, and I’ll get the next model.”
She smiled at him, “So..”
He neared her, kissed her softly, and pulled her nude into a hug, “That was… Wow.”
“Maybe later we can do something like that again, if you don’t mind me sleeping over.”
Sugarcoat followed Iconic toward the studio room. A part of her felt a little embarrassed. She knew there wasn’t a reason to be embarrassed, or at least two semesters of gender studies indicated there was no reason to be embarrassed. Of course her gender studies professor wasn’t here, and she certainly wasn’t posing in provocative lingerie for a calendar either. She closed her eyes and thought of the reason she was doing this. She was helping someone get a new home, she was lending a hand, and of course she was going out of her way. A smile worked its way up to her lips as she posed in a far different scene from the one that was on the other side of the room.
She was sitting on a bed, her arms wrapped under her left leg, hugging it to her best, giving an open shot of her lacy white panties. They were certainly not something she would normally wear. Usually she dressed more for function than fashion, although there was some part of her that wondered if her dating life might change for the better if she were to wear something close to this. She closed her eyes, her smile remaining on her lips, but it changed. It looked natural, genuine, and she heard the sound of clicks. Slowly she followed the directions given, but as she did, she continued to focus on the thought that kept coming back to her.
She felt hotter, and she began to undo the ribbon that had tied the corset together. She felt her breasts pressing against the fabric and soon they spilled out. Her hands came up, but in her mind’s eye they weren’t hers. No, they were someone else’s. Specifically they belonged to a charming, and sweet, man she had graduated with. She could see him, kissing her, his fingers gently grasping both of her breasts, his thumbs flicking across her nipples, and she loved the feeling.
She moved the corset down, imagining that it was him, that he was taking in all that she had to offer. Slowly she undressed almost completely, leaving the stockings on, because she believed that he would find that to be a turn on. She barely heard Iconic say that she could get dressed, but it didn’t matter. Tonight she was going to call him, she was going to call Fancy Pants, and she was going to ask if he still wanted to go out.
She barely remembered to grab the corset off of the bed before she left. She pulled it on, laced it back up, and she considered what Mr. Kringle had said to her about opening up to more people, to new experiences, and he was right. The thought of his advice only solidified what she wanted to do. It wouldn’t be tonight, but instead it would be now, today. She walked out to the room her friends were in, found her purse, and quickly dug her Samsung out. It was an okay phone, not as trendy as something Sunny would carry, but she had always had a mind for function over fashion, at least before she realized what she wanted to go for.
She began typing out the text, and before she could decide against it she sent it on. Within seconds he was replied back, and soon the two of them were on Skype, chatting like it was still free period at Crystal Prep. She laughed, and when he turned on his camera, she did as well. At first he blushed, and then a gentle smile crossed his face.
“Ah, you’re doing that wonderful charity calender Ms. Image puts out every year. I dare say my sister, Fleur, did a month a couple of years back. It helped her career.”
She grinned, “I’m doing it to help a friend, and I got to thinking, Fancy, you asked me out when we were in school, would… would you still be interested?”
She giggled, something new for her, when he nodded.
“Yes, I’d love to accompany you, shall we say this weekend?”
Sunny Flare watched as Sour Sweet and Second Person held hands and acted as if they were still two teenagers in high school. She slowly turned back toward the mirror and studied the reflection. There was absolutely no getting around the fact that at one time she had fancied the idea of being with Second. He was kind, sweet, and willing to deal with ample stress in order to make his relationship with Sour work. A soft frown found her lips and settled there. Her own relationships had hardly been worth the time.
First there was a small fling she had with Hoity Toity, but it became apparent that both of them were simply looking for something neither of them felt toward each other. She was thankful that they agreed to go their own ways, but at the same time they remained friends. Then she considered dating Second’s rival, or at least rival author, but she found that Anon was an egomaniac, and breaking up with him had been the highlight of their relationship. Well, that and suing him for posting that video of some of the less than savory things he had talked her into.
She shuddered as she remembered him telling her to relax, bite the pillow, and then he gave her no more warning before he simply went somewhere no man, nor toy, had gone before. As far as she was concerned it would continue to be a place neither would return. The video had caused a minor bit of fallout in the fashion world, but she recovered. Thankfully Rarity, and Ms Pommel, had both willingly helped to lend their good names to her. She gazed at Second and sighed. It was likely she wouldn’t find anyone that would match up the expectations she had set for herself. Oh, it’s not to say that someone couldn’t, but part of her realized that some of what she wanted was going to be nearly impossible to get. She wanted a romance that spanned from high school. She wanted someone to sweep her off of her feet, that made her feel complete, and that would look at her like she was the queen of their world.
It was a little conceited, but it was what she wanted. She looked toward Iconic Portrait and Indigo. The two of them were perfect for each other. It was amazing how well they fit, and she hated that she envied Indigo. She sighed and looked at the bikini she was wearing. It was an original, the flare was in how apparently plain it was. Right now minimalistic detail was in, and like Rarity she was capitalizing on it. She touched the matching sunglasses she had brought with her.
“No, I don’t believe they would fit correctly,” she said to no one, and everyone at the same time.
She looked to see Sugarcoat, smiling, which was odd in and of itself, and she was tapping away on her Samsung. She felt something she had hoped she wouldn’t feel today. She felt… alone well alone and depressed, and she hated that she felt like that. This was supposed to be a wonderful day. It was the day that Sour was taking the steps to rebuild her career, that Indigo was beaming with pride that they were all contributing to the calendar for the Habitat for Humanity project, and where so many of her friends were simply having so much fun just being able to be together. Instead she was feeling down about not having a relationship, about not having a family.
She closed her eyes and silently laughed at herself. She chose the career, she chose to become a major fashion designer, but now her choice was a cold one. There was no warm body at night, or at least not one that truly loved her. There was no wonderful little bundle of her own to love, and the only thing that truly waited for her mannequins when she came home. Sighing she looked at the one person near her that she could ask something welling up inside of her. Realizing that Lemon Zest was nearing her, and she smiled at her friend.
“Dude, you were lookin’ kind of bummed there for a minute.”
She knew the smile she was wearing was fake, and she couldn’t do that to her friend. She let it drift away, and the soft pouting frown found its way back to her face.
“Is it too late for me Lemon?”
Lemon Zest seemed a little confused as she stood there in her yellow and black surfer spandex suit. Then it was like a small light went off in her head.
“Naw, We’re still totally hawt, and you know it,” she grinned, “I’m sure you’ve got a thousand to pick from.”
Sunny sighed, “Maybe, but none that I would consider to be relationship material,” she looked toward Second and Sour, “I mean, is it so bad that I want to have a relationship like they have, or like Indigo found?”
Lemon grinned, “Dude, did you totally miss how much Second went through with Sour to get to where they are?” she laughed, “And trust me Indigo and Iconic both have had moments where they’ve came and hung out with me complaining about what’s going on.”
She touched Sunny’s hand, “Dude, you’re awesome, but ya gotta think that the whole Facebook album thing isn’t a real relationship.”
Sunny shook her head, “I… I guess I didn’t think about it like that,” she smiled, a geniune smile, at Lemon, “Exactly when did you get to be so mature?”
Lemon grinned, “Oh, about the time I had to start paying rent.”
The two girls laughed, and finally Lemon hugged her, “Tell ya a secret, my buddy Neon Lights is doing a show tonight with Vinyl Scratch. I know that he’s available, and trust me, he’s a babe,” she added a growl for effect, “So, maybe we go, check it out, and you might talk to him after the show. He’s got a lot of smarts, and I think you’d both dig each other’s vibe.”
Sunny smiled, and then she heard Iconic call for her. She began to walk back, and then she looked at Lemon.
“Would you mind?”
Lemon grinned, “Naw, it’s cool. We’ve seen each other naked before.”
Walking in together Sunny climbed up to the false beach Iconic had built. Taking direction was no problem for her. Modeling was second nature for her, after all she did model her own designs when she first got started. She looked toward Lemon Zest and a soft warmth filled her. Her friend was willing to help her find someone, she was wanting her to be happy, she was giving her thumbs up as she gave her best pouty look.
Slowly she untied the front of her bikini, letting it fall open, shifted her shoulders and let it fall down her arms. The clicking of the camera was practically absent as she began to understand something. She had experimented, after all being in the fashion world was something about opening one’s self up to various experiences. But she had never truly enjoyed the experience, but perhaps the reason was because it wasn’t someone she trusted and loved. She shook her head, the last thing she wanted to do was consider a relationship with Lemon.
Still, as the clicking of the camera echoed she found herself not hating the idea. Oh she wouldn’t mind a gentleman mixed into it. A small smile crossed her lips, maybe someone that Lemon thought was quite the catch. For a moment her surprise escaped through her well practiced mask. She realized something about herself, something she didn’t believe she would ever be. Not that she was bisexual, that much was certain was true to some extent. After all she had studied Human Sexuality and she understood there was no true binary. But instead that she was polygamously alined. She wasn’t repulsed, in the slightest, of the idea of being with two people in a relationship. She smiled brightly at the relivation, and she found the sound of the clicks were still coming. After a few moments she heard Iconic say that was the roll.
“I don’t know what happened, but I liked the change. The model look is fine, but I was hoping to get a look at the real individual,” he said.
She smiled and hopped down. Walking toward Lemon she hugged her friend, still topless, “If you’re up to tonight, so am I. Who knows where it might lead.”
With that she winked at Lemon, walked past her, and left a slightly confused, and flustered, Lemon Zest in her wake.
Aria didn’t look at the mirror. She didn’t need to look and see what would be photographed. The cutoffs barely would qualify as denim panties, and her crop top was originally a Canterlot High shirt. She breathed out a huff, uncertain of what she was going to do now. Adagio had found a boyfriend, and she didn’t mind him. He was considerate, tolerated both her and Sonata, but she knew eventually their relationship was going to move toward something more. What bothered her the most about it was that Adagio was going to be heartbroken when the guy died of old age.
She’d seen her sister date a guy before, and normally it was so they’d have a place to stay, food, things of that nature, but she hadn’t seen her actually fall for a guy before. When the first lost the Battle of the Bands she had wondered if they would age, but that didn’t happen. Or at least it didn’t happen like she would have expected it to. They aged about the same as they did back in Equestria. Which was about a year and a half for every ten that past them by. Being able to take in all of the negative emotions had basically stopped the aging all together. Now they would age, but it would be centuries before they were old.
She looked at Adagio leaning against Passive Voice, the way she clung to him like a drowning woman to a life preserver, and she understood. The knew the stress Adagio put herself through in order to keep them fed, to keep a roof over their heads, and to make sure that they had some meager entertainment. Most of the time she simply acted like she didn’t care, but that wasn’t the truth. Sure, she had argued about doing the Calendar shoot, but that was mainly because Adagio expected her to be a bitch about it.
She was willing to do it to help her sister, and frankly getting a bigger room, even if she had to share with Sonata, would be worth it. Watching her sister, seeing her smile, giggle, and just be a woman in love felt good. Of course in a little while she would have to be bitchy toward her. It would be expected after all. She heard her name and made her way toward the studio. She had to admit the design was inspired. A beach scene done in a studio where perfect lighting could be used was a testament to the photographer. She listed to him, smiled, and decided to give him one hell of a show.
She’d seen the girl that was obviously his girlfriend. The girl could thank her later for the amazing dicking she was setting up for her. Looking into his eyes she licked her upper lip, crawled across the floor, finally coming to a rest near him she sat down, crossing her legs, leaning back, and letting her breasts almost pop out of her crop top. She heard the clicks of the camera after he got onto the floor and began shooting her. She moved her hands, taking the top in her fingers, and lifted it, revealing the perfect set of breasts she had. She then moved again, rising onto her hands and knees.
The look was predatory, and she loved it. She slowly went to simply being on her knees, unbuttoned her cut offs, and began lowering them. She let him see the very well maintained landing strip she had, and she knew he realized the carpet matched the drapes. She heard him taking pictures, but he wasn’t breathing heavy, and that didn’t bother her. He was composed, a professional, and while she was sure she could make him uncomfortable, it was just something she didn’t want to do.
Instead she let him finish taking the pictures, and then she stopped him before he could leave.
“Take some of me kneeling, while you’re up, and I bet it’ll sell more calendars.”
She heard the slight swallow, and knew that she had pushed a little. He did what she suggested, and then she stood and walked out, holding her cutoffs and crop top in her hands. She stepped out and saw someone she had almost forgot about. Her eyes landed on the bipolar bitch she’d had a fight with a while back. She practically growled at her.
Indigo gave a confident grin as she looked at the camera facing her. She knew that Iconic would make sure that any of the shots he took of her would be golden, but it wasn’t that she was concerned with. She knew that none of the other models would be here for at least an hour, and she had some great ideas of what to do with that time. Normally Indigo lived for speed. She lived for the rush of adrenaline that came with racing, or doing a motocross challenge in record time. But there was a few things she did take slow, and advancing Iconic’s and her relationship to the point that she was sleeping over at his place was one of those things she took slow.
Of course since she crossed that threshold she knew it opened a whole world of wonderful delights they both could explore. She sat up, the motocross suit that Sunny had made for her hanging off of her shoulders, her breasts point out at him, and she watched as Iconic never wavered. She was proud of him, of her boyfriend, and she was going to show him something something wonderful. She moved, letting the suit fall further and further until it was finally off of her completely, only a black lacy thong remained. Soon it followed suit and she was bare for Iconic and his camera. She followed his direction, grasping her breasts, pushing them together, laying back while he took pictures above her. The moment he looked like he was finished was the moment she struck. He was putting the camera down, and she let him get a little ways over before she got up, walked toward him, and caught him in a kiss.
It was something full of passion, of promise, and she held it a bit longer. She felt his mouth open, and their tongues danced together before she broke the kiss.
“Put it on a timer, and keep these for us.”
He smiled, set the camera on a series of timed clicks, and followed her to the bed he’d made up for the shoot. She looked over her shoulder at him, knowing that they’d have to change the sheets on the bed, but that it would be so worth it. He climbed up behind her, kissing the place they both found out was a special spot of hers that was right between the left shoulder and her neck. She almost felt herself melt right then, but she held it together long enough to turn around, sit down, and unbutton his slacks. She lowered it and looked at her prize.
She loved that he got so aroused around her, and that she was the reason he had a few uncomfortably awkward moments when she visited the studio and he was working. She leaned back, forgoing the foreplay. It was something they both liked, but this wasn’t leading up to an all night event. This was something she wanted to do at the spur of the moment. Taking her queue he climbed into the bed with her, moving between her legs, and the first click of the camera sounded the moment he entered her.
She wrapped her legs around him, moving her hips with him, matching him thrust for thrust, and letting the camera follow along with the fantastic dicking she was receiving. Missionary changed into cowgirl, and she took the lead. She rode him as hard as her bike, but he never complained. Instead his hands were on her hips, helping her balance, and soon she found herself at the edge of a fantastic orgasm.
She came hard, feeling him release soon after, and as she lay down on top of him she felt something in his shirt pocket. She didn’t want to give up her man pillow at the moment, so she opted to lean up, reach into the pocket, and there she found a small velvet case. She opened, uncertain of what it was, and what she found was a ring with two lightning bolts around a sapphire. She looked at him, and then at the ring, her hand covering her mouth.
“This wasn’t exactly how I envisioned asking this question, but Indigo, I’ve never been with anyone that completes me like you do. There’s no one else that I would ever want, and well, would you marry me?”
She found herself speechless, and instead nodded. She hugged him, kissing his cheek, and loving what had just happened. Finally the two of them moved, and she felt him slide out of her. Together they looked at the bed, and they quickly removed the sheets, opting to go with a set of similar colored silk ones. She helped him get the other sheets back into the bag, and then he sprayed some air freshener around. She looked at the bed again, and laid on it. He smiled, took the camera, and took another picture. She got up, began to get dressed, and as she did the door opened and she saw Ms. Image walk in.
“Iconic, precious, this is too much! I’m so glad that you agreed to do this shoot for me!” She looked at Indigo. “Although I feel that your reasoning might be because your lovely friend was in it.”
Iconic nodded. It was the truth regardless. “I’m afraid that’s the truth of it. Although I will say that doing a calendar to raise funds for Habitat for Humanity didn’t hurt either. It’s nice seeing you, Ms. Image.”
She gave him a smile. “Well, I shan't keep either of you. I know you’ve got more models to shoot, and afterward I expect you to go and have a wonderful day!”
With that the owner of Socialite Magazine walked out, and Indigo hugged her fiance.
“You think she knows?”
Iconic nodded, “Pretty sure of it,” he hugged her back, “But we’re acting professional, and that’s all that matters.”
He kissed her, “So, I guess another question is, how do you feel about moving in?”
She grinned, “I’m fine with it, although I’m sure the some of the girls are going to give you a little grief over how you ended up proposing.”
He kissed her again, “I know, but I’d like to think that it was how we proposed.”
She found herself giggling, the sound a little more fenimine than she normally allowed herself to sound.
Sonata watched as Aria bowed up at one of the girls. The girl looked familiar, but she couldn't really place her. Maybe it was Taco Hut where she saw her. She smiled at the thought of her favorite fast food restaurant. Adagio got her a free meal there everyday she worked, and of course she knew all of the people that worked with her sister.
She looked toward Adagio and grinned at her with Passive. He was nice, and he treated her really well. Her mind flashed back to a prince Adagio had seduced in order for them to stay in his castle. She didn't know everything that happened, but she knew that Adagio would cry alot at night then. She knew that there was more than a few people that thought she was dumb, but that wasn’t the case at all. Watching Adagio she hoped that her sister would be able to have the kind of life she wanted with Passive Voice.
She knew that eventually Passive would succumb to old age. She understood that as good as he was, as kind and gentle as he was, it eventually wouldn’t matter. Eventually he would grow old, frail, and when that happened he’d leave Daggi alone. That hurt, although they were basically at the beginning of their life together it hurt. Sonata smiled softly because she knew something else. She knew that if they bonded, truly bonded, then there would be a point where the two of them became more than two separate people. They would become connected in a way that transcended the physical, and it would allow Daggi to always have him with her, perhaps in a way that couldn’t exactly be explained, but he would be there with her. As she thought of that she looked at Aria who finally put some clothes back on, and she watched as her sister came and took a seat near her.
“Hey.”
“Hi, so was it fun?”
Aria laughed, “A little, I got under his collar some.”
Sonata grinned, “So, I call the bottom bunk!”
Aria shook her head, “It doesn’t work like that, and besides I’d rather you have the bottom.”
Sonata looked at her, “Why?”
Rolling her eyes Aria sighed, “I don’t want to deal with lingering Taco farts above me all night.”
Sonata giggled, “Yeah, but they’re soo good!”
“Ms Dusk?”
She looked at the photographer and smiled. She walked toward him, her bikini hugging her curves just right. As she walked she knew she was being looked at. It didn’t bother her, not really, and mainly it didn’t because she was comfortable in her own skin. After losing their pendants she realized that if they ever returned to Equestria it wouldn’t be like they were, and honestly she didn’t want to go back. She started to like some things about the human world.
Following the photographer she climbed onto the platform and laid down on the sand. She moved as he directed her to, but at the same time she considered what she wanted to do. Up until now Daggi had been the one working to support them, and she wanted to help. Of course she wouldn’t mind working at the Taco Hut. But then again she worried about getting fired if she began to eat too many tacos. There was that Renaissance Park that had just been built. Like her sisters she lived through the periods they were reflecting in it, and she actually liked the dresses she got to wear.
She rolled over, untying the string on her back, leaning up and letting her top fall off as she squeezed her breasts together. Her mind was made up. She’d help out, and she would go to that place and see if she could get a job. Part of her wondered if they’d let her spend a few nights in the castle. She had watched them build it, and it looked so much like the one that had been built back in Equestria. Of course that was over a thousand years ago, but it still looked pretty close to the same.
She untied the string on the side of her bottoms, letting them fall, and her eyes widened. She couldn’t work there! There was no tacos back then! If the park was trying to be realistic they wouldn’t have tacos, and she would want tacos. She remembered the mutton they had to eat, and her nose wrinkled a little. It was okay, but it always tasted funny to her. Tacos though, they tasted amazing! She stopped and realized that she wasn’t on the platform anymore. Instead she was on the bed, which she remembered moving, but not really sure when she did exactly, nor did she remember exactly when she pulled the silk sheet up between her legs, holding it between her breasts and biting her lower lip, but there was she doing exactly that.
She knew it was these moments when she escaped into her own little world that made some people thing she was dumb. She shrugged, got up, saw that the photographer looked a little flushed, and she smiled at him, grabbed her bikini, pulled it on and tied it, and then winked at him.
“Thanks!”
She walked out and saw Passive with Adagio, “Guys you want to go get Tacos now?!”
Lemon leaned against the wall as she sat on the floor. There had been some commotion around her earlier, but she barely even paid attention to it. Instead her mind was focused on what had happened when Sunny came into her. At least it seemed like Sunny came on to her.
Lemon absentmindedly moved a finger under the strap of her tank top. She began to twirl it around her finger, and as she did she began to put the scene with Sunny into perspective. The more she thought about it the more it seemed Sunny had truly asked her out. She wanted to groan. Dudes were so much easier to read.
Still, it felt like Sunny was interested in her. If that was the case she wasn't against it. After all she had experimented a bit with Vinyl Scratch and Octavia Melody. It hadn't been a bad experience, and both Octavia and Vinyl had made her desired and wanted. She glanced at Sunny, watched her talking to Sour, and she began to wonder exactly what being the girlfriend of Sunny Flare would be like.
It didn't feel wrong, but at the same time it felt awkward. This was Sunny, and she was one of her best friends. She didn't want to compare any of her friends to inanimate objects, but in a way Sunny, and her other friends, were like a favorite old hoodie. It was comfortable, safe, always there for her, but she wasn't sure she wanted to bang her hoodie in this case.
She kept thinking about it, and finally a series of finger snaps caught her attention. She looked up to see Iconic smiling.
"Everything all right Cous?"
She nodded, followed her cousin, and even as he talked she found it was hard to concentrate on what he was telling her to do. After a few minutes he stopped, walked over to the bed, and she watched as he opened a hidden cooler and brought over a couple of sodas.
"Okay, spill. There's something bugging you. I know you, and you listen a lot better than this usually."
She sighed, "I think one of my friends might want to date me," she shook her head, "And I don't know how I feel about it."
He nodded, grabbed a bottle opener that was tucked near his camera, and opened their bottles for them.
"Does it bother you because you're not into it, or because it's your friend?"
She looked at him, "Because she's my friend."
He nodded, "Okay, then you've got to decide if you're willing to try to be more, or if you want to keep your friendship as it is. Just know it won't really stay the same."
She looked at him, "what do mean?"
He looked toward the ceiling, "About six years ago I had a great friend that wanted to be more. He let me know how much he cared, and that he thought we'd be a great couple," Iconic shook his head, "The problem was that I wasn't into it. I let him down as easy as I could, and I told him that I thought he was special, but I just wasn't into that. He respected my decision, but after he started to become kind of distant. We're finally back to being pretty good friends, but we both know that the friendship we had is gone. The one we have now is fine, but it has changed."
Lemon sighed, "What if it don't work out?"
He shrugged his shoulders, "Same thing. Things will change, but hopefully you'll both stay good friends."
She leaned back holding the soda, barely sipping it, and she heard a soft click. She looked to see that Iconic had moved, took the picture, and he smiled.
"Sorry, but that was a perfect picture. Why don't I take some more while you just think?"
She shook her head, and looked toward the door. The sound of clicking was soon drowned out by the rushing of her blood. She understood what Iconic had meant. She leaned forward, closed her eyes, and imagined Sunny right in front of her.
She smiled. Her hand moved to the strap of her tank top and she pulled it away. She could practically hear Sunny encouraging her, wanting to help her, and soon her top was off. Hands gently touched her breasts, fingers pinched her nipples, and she opened her eyes to the sight of nothing but Iconic snapping pictures.
She sighed, put her top back on, and looked at Iconic.
"Thanks for the talk."
He nodded, "You're welcome. I guess I helped huh?"
She nodded, "Yeah, I know what I want to do now. I just got to figure out how I want to rock Sunny's world."
Starlight Glimmer nodded approvingly in the mirror. The bikini top and bottom were a dull gray, nothing flashy or unique. The black boots were practical, yet intimidating. Her only gripe was that Iconic Lens wouldn't allow her to sport the exact type of hat she wished. The one she had settled with was plain and vague enough for her taste, but she much rather have been wearing a Soviet or North Korean styled one. It would have to do, though.
The ensemble expressed her personality perfectly enough.
Conformed, empowered, and in control.
Starlight was proud of her sexuality. She loved the very concept of sexuality. It was a unifier. All were a product of it. All healthy individuals were obssessed with it. It was among the natural things which made the human race equal. As a plus, sexuality was definitely needed for the proletariat to outnumber the bourgeoisie. It was Starlight's duty, neigh HONOR, to provide as much inspiration as possible!
"Nothing to lose but your cherries," Starlight whispered wickedly to herself.
"Ready, Starlight?"
Starlight chuckled confidently and proceeded to heed Iconic's call. Striding onto set, she abruptedly halted as she found herself facing another model. Her expression went from utter smugness to utter rage in a heart beat. Not that her colleague with the black, white, and red-striped bikini was thrilled to see her either.
"What ze hell iz that collectivist doing on MEIN shoot?!" Aryanne Hoofler demanded to know.
"Your shoot?" Starlight scoffed. "September is MY month, fascist!"
Aryanne put her hands on her hips. "I was supposed to be August, but Iconic said that he had no choice but to bump me."
Starlight glared at their photographer.
Iconic shrugged. "So sorry for the scheduling conflict, ladies."
He could muster a stone face, but behind him Indigo Zapp was clearly having a difficult time suppressing her snickers. Starlight and Aryanne both huffed in annoyance. Iconic was as professional as it came, however it seemed even he wasn't above trolling his more... difficult models. Then again, it could all have been his fiancee's idea.
As if a flip suddenly switched, Starlight and Aryanne began posing for the camera together. Not a trace of hostility was to be found either between them or towards their straight-faced shutterbug. It was as if an unspoken agreement formed between the two radicals. If Iconic wasn't going to be professional, then they sure would, dammit.
Soon the tops came off. Starlight and Aryanne instinctively embraced each other. With their nipple tips gingerly touching, one of them coudn't help but to wonder about something. Starlight didn't quite know why Aryanne had gone into modeling. Sure the German had blonde hair, blue-eyes, and skin so procelain to make a toilet jealous, however Starlight couldn't help but suspect some ulterior motive. There always was with her kind.
"So, Aryanne," Starlight began inbetween camera clicks. "What exactly made the likes of you want to model?"
Aryanne allowed another click to pass before answering with a smirk, "To inspire ze growth of ze master race by supplying a perfect specimen zuch as myself onto film."
"I KNEW IT!!!" Starlight cried out. "You're stealing my propaganda tactics, you white devil!"
"SICH VERPISSEN, DIE SAU!!!" Aryanne spat back.
"Hey girls, here's a new prop!" Indigo suddenly sing-songed. "Catch!"
Starlight caught the object thrown. Her and Aryanne examined the "prop", making it out to be a horseshoe. It was purple and fashioned into the shape of a heart instead of a U.
"What iz with ze horseshoe?" Aryanne asked, confused.
"Just a theory," Iconic answered simply with Indigo once again struggling, and ultimately failing, to suppress her fit of laughter.
The communist and the nazi stared at them, then at each other. They shook their heads.
The sound of the door opening brought little to no attention. Barely a soul looked up from their various conversations to pay attention to a former Wondercolt walking into what could have been considered enemy territory at one time. Of course the set of giggles caused a few heads to look up, and those that did were gifted with the sight of Pinkie Pie wearing little more than a witch’s hat, a wrap around style witch’s dress, and a pair of fishnet stockings that did a fantastic job of showing off her legs.
Pinkie had never been a slim girl, nor had she ever been exceptionally fit, but she was certainly what one would call curvy. Behind her was Rarity, who was certainly dressed far more conservatively, and seemed to be fussing over the costume her pink friend was wearing.
“Pinkie, darling, I completely understand that you want to do this photo shoot, and in truth I support your decision to do so. But you must simply understand that you’re wearing a Rarity original into it, and it calls for a little dramatic flare.”
Pinkie’s smile widened, if that was even possible, and she giggled, “Oh, I know, but it’s gonna be so much fun!”
Rarity sighed, “I’m sure it will be,” she leaned against the wall, “It’s a worthy enough cause darling, but you could have simply donated to the cause yourself.”
Pinkie, not noticing that everyone was watching her, nor noticing, or caring that the front of her dress opened enough that those paying attention could see that she wore nothing but the stockings under it, turned to face her friend in her lavender pant suit.
“Silly, I couldn’t because then I couldn’t have a ‘hey look at naked me’ party!”
Then she scrunched up her nose, “And besides, I want to show him what he’s missing out on.”
Rarity shook her head, “Pinkie, darling, seriously, he’s a wonderful man, and he’s a decent sort. He’s a little backward, but considering his background I dare say he’s more normal than not,” she looked at her friend, “But I support you in this. Maybe this will be the very thing to get him off of the fence and finally ask you out.”
Almost as if she couldn’t stand it Sour spoke up, “You don’t need a man to complete your life!”
Pinkie turned toward her, and for a moment Sour felt a little intimidated. Not because the former Wondercolt was some kind of uber badass, but rather because Pinkie had curves for days. With the dress somewhat untied she could see the curves that hid under it, and it caused a very real, which she would never admit to, feeling of being vulnerable. She pulled Second closer, not because she didn’t trust him, but rather because she wanted to ensure that Pinkie Pie understood that he was her husband.
Pinkie giggle snorted, which was both annoying and cute at the same time.
“Oh I know, but I kinda had my eye on him for a while, especially since the guy writing this is doing a reference to a story he wrote a while back.”
Sour shook her head, “Ummm, what?”
“Huh?” Pinkie asked.
“What did… Did everyone else hear that?”
Rarity sighed, “Darling, when it comes to Pinkie Pie I find it best to simply not question.”
She looked at her pink friend again, “Very well, I’m sure that Tall Tale will see the calendar, and I only hope for your happiness darling.”
“Ms Pie,” Iconic called as he leaned out of the doorway.
Pinkie practically skipped to where he was, and re-tied her dress. Iconic looked at her, and then at the two sets. The bedroom would be good, but the beach was completely out. What he needed was something else. He looked around and smiled. Walking over he pulled what looked like a door frame on some sliding pads over. He glanced at it, nodded, and set it in front of the bed. The first couple of shots would be from near the bed, with the back of the stand behind Pinkie.
Since it was dark under it the lighting would be perfect to make it resemble someone standing outside and knocking on the door. He had her follow his direction, and soon she knocked on the door. He opened it, and she stood there, smiling.”
“Hmmm, we’re missing something, oh a plastic pumpkin would be great in this!”
He watched as she reached behind her head, pulled out a classic orange plastic pumpkin, which is stuffed full of Halloween candy, and stood there. He started to ask, decided that it’d be best to not question it, and instead began taking the pictures. To her credit Pinkie didn’t need amble amounts of direction. She followed what he said, moving into the door, toward the bed, leaning against it seductively, and finally untying the front of her dress. It fell open, and she shrugged it off. Her well endowed breasts seemed almost gravity defying, something he was sure had to be impossible, and she giggled as he continued to take picture after picture of her.
She lay back on the bed, and he followed her every movement, snapping picture after picture, getting various poses that went from sweet and adorable, to seductive and sexy as hell. Finally after he’d finished the roll she got up, smiled, and gathered her dress. She put it on with the kind of tender care that one would a precious gift, and then walked past him. She noticed Indigo standing there, her eyes wide, and she grinned at her.
“So, you think that if a sweet, but little introverted, man saw that he’d wish that he’d asked me out before now?”
Indigo nodded, “Ummm, sure?”
Pinkie grinned, “Good,” she walked outside of the door to the waiting area, “Rarity, I nailed it!”
Octavia looked at Vinyl as the two of them walked into the waiting room. The ride over had been fairly uneventful, but it had the side effect of letting Octavia think about what she and her lover were getting ready to do.
It wasn't as if this was the first time pictures had been taken. Vinyl had snapped more than a few after they had made each other feel so amazingly good. But those pictures were put away, never to be seen by anyone other than themselves.
"Tavi, you coming?"
She nodded. She adjusted her dress. It was a simple affair. A white short sleeved blouse, red bow tie, black skirt, a pair of form fitting stockings, and finally a pair of black dress shoes. In many ways she was the opposite of Vinyl. Vinyl who wore a pair of baggy jeans, a ‘Wubs are Life’ rainbow shirt, her trademark sunglasses, and of course her custom pair of Beats by Dr. Party. She took a seat with Vinyl, and noticed Lemon Zest. She smiled at the former Shadowbolt, remembering when Vinyl had suggested a three way.
It had been interesting, but at the same time she had truly enjoyed it. For one it helped her rediscover the wonderfully sexual creature that Vinyl was. She felt Vinyl lean against her, and her lover kissed her neck.
“So Tavi, when’s your concert?”
Octavia grinned, “Next week. I’ll be performing with Lyria, in the Canterlot City Orchestra,” she beamed with pride, “We’ll be performing some of the greatest classical pieces, and even some modern pieces from various films. I believe that the score from Star Wars will be played.”
Vinyl smiled, “Cool, make sure that there’s a seat saved.”
Octavia sighed. It had been a while since it happened, but Vinyl hadn’t always been so attentive when it came to her career. She would sometimes downplay going to one of her concerts because she working late, and trying to get her own career off the ground. Octavia had felt abandoned, alone, and finally she called Vinyl out on it. She’d even moved out for a good two months, and during that time Vinyl had began to pursue her with earnest. She found out, once they were back together, exactly how difficult it had been on Vinyl. She didn’t understand how depressed her girlfriend had gotten, and it had been a mutual friend of theirs that got her to talk to Octavia once more. But at the same time the both of them supported one another in their careers. She went to every club Vinyl worked at, at least she did as often as she could, and Vinyl did the same for her. They made time for one another, and neither began taking the other for granted again.
In truth her action had lead to them having something of far more solid relationship. She watched as Vinyl and Lemon talked, and of course she caught up with their conversation as much as she could. It was interesting to learn that Lemon’s friend Sunny was wanting to date her, but then both she and Vinyl had started as friends.
“I believe that you should see where the relationship takes you,” Octavia stated.
Lemon nodded, “Yeah, I guess, but dude, I’m not sure what will happen between us. I mean we’re kinda like really good friends, and I don’t wanna ruin that.”
Octavia smiled, “You won’t,” she looked at Vinyl, “It will change, but that’s a good thing, and honestly it will make you both closer.”
“Ms Scratch, Ms Melody, we’re ready for you.”
Vinyl and Octavia got up, “Think about it.”
Walking into the room the first thing Vinyl saw was the bed. Before he could say a word she ran and dive bombed in the middle of the bed itself. Octavia walked toward it and saw her lover laying there. Vinyl grinned sheepishly at her, but as she studied the way she looked there was little doubt in her mind of how beautiful her girlfriend was. She looked toward Iconic Portrait.
“Would this be fine?”
He nodded, and she took a seat on the bed.
“Okay, we’re going to take a series of shots, and of course there will be some nudes. If you feel uncomfortable, let me know.”
Vinyl laughed, “Dude, it’s all cool. I’ve helped set up the album shots for Neon Lights before. I know what it can look like.”
With that the two began to lean toward each other, and soon the sound of the clicking of camera could be heard. They shared a kiss, the camera clicked, they held each other, moved to their knees, and soon their tops began to find their way off. Even though she was wearing what could be considered a suit of clothes she would have chosen for a concert there was nothing underneath Octavia’s blouse.
Still, the two posed, kissed, their breasts barely touching, and as the shoot rolled on soon the two where completely nude, holding one another, their embrace showing more love than wonton lust. For Iconic it was a shoot that certainly working its way to one of the bests he’d ever done. He finally cleared his throat and informed them that he was done. Both dressed, although Vinyl gave Octavia a soft pinch on her ass.
“So, when should we see this out?” Octavia asked.
Indigo walked toward them, “In about two months.”
Octavia sighed, “I see. Well thankfully it is for a tasteful reason.”
Indigo looked confiused, but Vinyl grinned, “She’s got a really big concert then, and one of the fiddle players.”
“Violinists,” Octavia corrected.
“Violinists, has tried to talk his way into dating Tavi. This is gonna be the closest he’s ever gonna get to seeing my fiancee naked.”
Octavia looked toward her, and Vinyl reached into her pocket and pulled out what looked like a simple gold ring.
“Ummm, I kinda called Dad and explained that I wanted to ask you to marry me. So, he got me Mom’s wedding band. Do you wan…”
She didn’t get to finish before Octavia caught her in a deep kiss.
"Ze blonde hair iz wunderbar, but ze eyes would lead to ze showers," Aryanne Hoofler unabashedly commented to the newcomer.
From the moment Derpy Hooves arrived at the studio, she felt eyes upon her. More specifically, eyes upon her eyes. She had long gotten used to the attention, though. Long gone were the days of allowing herself to be tormented by the likes of Sunset Shimmer. She accepted herself. She was there to have fun. Also, Dinky happened to need braces. But mostly, to have fun.
Her swimsuit was simple, baby blue with white stripes. She hoped it would be alright. She got it off the rack at a sale once. On a mail carrier's salary, she didn't get many chances to dress fancy.
Her turn was in a few minutes, but she couldn't help but to peek into the set. She watched as a blue-haired model dive bomb onto a bed. Derpy giggled and thought she would like to try that.
As Vinyl Scratch and Octavia Melody came out, they embraced their former classmate. They hadn't seen each other much since CHS graduation. With well-wishes passed, Derpy peeked back into the set. The photographer was glancing at a clipboard. It seemed to her that he was just about to call out her name. Much too excited, she ran onto the beach platform before he could.
"I'm ready for my closeup, mister director!"
His startlement quickly passing, Iconic Portrait smiled politely. "I'm not called a director, Miss Hooves."
"Oh, sorry."
"Not a problem. I can already see that you're a newbie at this. Are you set?"
Derpy saluted. "All set, mister conductor!"
"It's 'photographer'," Iconic corrected, readying his camera.
Derpy smiled brightly. Iconic snapped the first photo. He was poised to take another before noticing that Derpy was standing completely still.
"Uh, Miss Hooves?"
"What's the matter?" Derpy asked worryingly. "Did I not smile big enough?"
"You smiled beautifully," Iconic assured. "But you also need to begin posing."
Derpy tilted her head. "Posing? Oh! You mean being sexy!"
Iconic nodded. "Sexy is a subjective term, but basically yes."
Derpy began tapping at her chin in thought, muttering to herself, "Sexy... sexy... what can I do that's... oh, I got it!" She then launched into a strangly familar bit for the camera. "Welcome home, dear. Would you like dinner? A bath? Or perhaps... meee?"
Iconic was a bit taken aback at the display. Indeed, he thought that he recognized it from somewhere. Anime, perhaps? Wherever it came from, it was causing Derpy to pose, so he was thankful for that.
"Good, good," he commented as he snapped. "Now start taking off your swimsuit."
Derpy abruptly paused. A deep blush swept across her adorable face. "I-I don't know. We just met..."
"Not for me, for the shoot," Iconic quickly clarified.
"Oh, well, that's a relief!" Derpy said as she cheerfully removed her top without hesitation. "Ooh! Can I go jump on the bed now?"
Iconic nodded. "Do what you feel is natural for you."
Just as giddy as she first ran onto the set, Derpy dashed over to the bed. She aimed to jump as smoothly as she witnessed Vinyl do before. The only problem was that for whatever reason, she decided to simultaneously take off her bikini bottom. Predictably, she tripped. She did succeed in landing in the middle of the bed, but far too hard, resulting in her bouncing right off. She fell over to the floor on the other side.
Iconic ran to her. "Are you alright?"
"A-ok!" Derpy assured, getting up and rubbing her now both sore and bare bottom. "Maybe I should go back to the beach part..."
Iconic let out a quiet sigh. He pondered whether or not he should call the shoot off. Derpy was a complete amatuer. Making the sitution more complicated was that he could clearly see an ethical dilemma on the horizon: what to do with her wall eyes. Would Habitat for Humanity request that he touch them up in post? To make them appear normal? He personally hated the idea, but he wasn't naive about the superficial business he was in.
Gazing at Derpy's happy and determined face, however, led Iconic to decide to keep going. Surely whatever could happen next wouldn't make him regret that decision or anything.
Derpy decided to attempt sexy poses once more. She put her fists to her hips and lifted a leg to set foot onto a beach ball prop. The pose appeared more "heroic" than "sexy" to Iconic, but he was about to take the photo anyway.
Before he could, though, Derpy started to lose her balance. About to fall back, she leaned forward. That action placed her weight onto the beach ball, applying too much pressure upon it. The ball shot from under her foot, becoming an airborne projectile. It took out two light stands before hitting and ricocheting off the wall.
Derpy and Iconic ducked in cover as the ball whizzed over them. It struck the sunny sky backdrop, the entire thing ripping down as a result. At that moment, the broken lights on the floor sparked a small fire, the smoke of which quickly triggered the sprinklers.
Iconic stared at the flames, then at the collapsed backdrop, then at the sand beneath his feet becoming wet mush, and then at Derpy.
Derpy flashed him an embarrassed smile. "Heh, heh. I just don't know what went wrong."
His instincts kicking in, Iconic took a snapshot of her at that moment. With her standing there, nude and soaked, yet still sporting a happy expression, Derpy appeared to him the definition of innocence. It was the kind of image that would invoke the emotional need to protect, a response that was often just as powerful as arousal.
It would also be the image which would end up inside the charity calendar. To Iconic's surprise, the organizers didn't say a word about fixing those precious eyes of hers.
Derpy ‘Ditzy’ Doo Hooves looked at her youngest daughter. Dinky was currently enjoying an ice cream. Near her was her older sister Amethyst. She watched her two daughters and smiled softly to herself. She tried to take good care of her girls with her salary, although their father did send money home for all of them. The calendar was coming out, and although she knew that Silent Victory might have concerns about her posing in it, she felt it was something that would only help. After all that nice photographier made sure that they paid her for the photos. And she used that money to pay for Dinky’s braces.
She felt a small wave of nausea, and she fought it off. Looking at her phone she saw the date that Silent was due back. She worried about him when he was deployed, but at the same time she felt that he would be careful. Watching her daughters she smiled. She could see so much of their father in them. Curious about the world, quick to learn, and openingly accepting of other people. It made her feel terrible that his parents seemed so against him marrying her, but then he didn’t really let them see their granddaughters very much either.
She understood why he didn’t want them seeing them, but part of her felt terrible for them. In truth she wondered how much of how they acted when he first brought her home to introduce her to his family was because of how they were raised. She felt the nausea again, and this time she couldn’t stop it. She moved quickly to the bathroom and lost what lunch she had eaten. Looking at herself in the mirror she turned and studied her tummy. The last time she had gotten sick like this was when she was pregnant with Dinky…
She opened up the drawer in the bathroom and found a pregnancy test. She looked at the directions, studied them for a moment, and then followed them. She waited and looked at it after a few minutes to see two little plus signs. Her smile got brighter as she studied it. Silent had been home about two months ago, and that meant the last time they put a new muffin the oven! She smiled brightly. Sure things could get tight, but it would be worth it. She hoped that it was a little boy, and if so she had the perfect name for him. She would name him Bumble.
(Adagio and Passive Voice’s home)
Adagio opened her eyes and took in the sight before her. It wasn’t that beat up old trailer with the wood grain panel walls from some old nineteen seventies porn that she was looking at, but instead it was a fairly freshly painted wall of a new home. The fact that she wasn’t in the Starlight mobile home park was more than enough reason to celebrate, but on top of that she and Passive had moved in together was a solid step in the right direction.
She glanced over at Passive, admiring how peaceful he looked as he slept, and then she heard the sound of a crash from the kitchen. She groaned, knowing what was coming, and knowing that she had absolutely no desire to be part of it. Still, there was no way she was going to simply let this all land in Passive’s lap. He was a good man, a kind one, and on top of that he loved and adored her for her. She got up, looked at her nude form in the mirror, smiled, and quickly dug out a Canterlot High tee shirt and pulled it on with a pair of panties. Seeing that everything was covered up she walked toward what she believed was going to be a disaster zone.
Stepping into the kitchen she was greeted with the sight of Aria standing at the stove, reading something, and cracking eggs into a bowl. She studied the sight before her for a few moments. Of the three of them the only two that cooked was her and Sonata. And Sonata typically only cooked whatever food it was that caught her fancy. For the past few years it had been tacos, and thankfully Sonata was fine with keeping the tradition of Taco Tuesdays. Adagio herself would try to fix something a bit more verbose, but in truth most of the time she was so tired when she got home that everyone was lucky to get a grilled cheese sandwich and some canned soup.
To see Aria attempting to cook was different. She didn’t say a word, but instead listened as her sister read the directions to herself.
“Okay, two eggs, cornbread mix, one cup of milk, and that should make the batter,” she said as she mixed the ingrediants in the same bowl, “Now, we the chicken, dip it into the batter, roll it around collecting the batter evenly, and then place into the skillet with the oil already present.”
Adagio watched as she checked the skillet, seemed satisfied with her progress, and then looked back at the book.
“Lastly place the chicken onto the skillet, turn the burner on full until the oil begins to bubble rapidly around the chicken, then turn on low, cook for fifteen minutes, turn over, and repeat the process. Once thirty-three to thirty-five minutes have elapsed the chicken should be ready. Continue process until number of pieces of chick desired has been cooked.”
She placed the chicken in the skillet, turned on the burner, and Adagio watched as she began the process of making fried chicken. In truth she would have thought that Aria might have went with something simpler for her first attempt, but she wasn’t going to chastise her for cooking. She heard a yawn and looked to see Sonata walking into the kitchen, wearing only a pair of shorts, and looking at the skillet on the stove.
“Is it Tuesday already?” she asked, “Are we having tacos?!”
Aria rolled her eyes, but smiled, “No, I’m making fried chicken, and seriously go get a shirt on. We’ve got Passive here. I doubt that you want to show him your goods.”
Sonata shrugged her shoulders, “I guess not. Especially since Daggi is showing him hers, huh Daggi?”
Aria looked behind herself to see Adagio standing there.
“Been there long?”
Adagio shook her head, “Not really, just a few minutes. So, you can cook?”
Aria sighed, “A little, but I wanted to cook something for everyone, but don’t get used to it.”
Adagio grinned, “I won’t. Alright, I’ve got two weeks off until school starts, while I’m attending I would like it if the two of you could find some way to contribute.”
Sonata smiled, “Oh, maybe I could try to get a job at the Taco hut, but if I do then I might accidentally eat the tacos, and they wouldn’t like that huh?”
Adagio sighed, “No, Sonata, they wouldn’t want you to eat all of the tacos, but they do give you a meal a day. So, if you want to work there it’s fine.”
Aria rolled her eyes, “I’ve been hosting some streaming games, and my viewership is up. I’ve got about a thousand followers online, and most of my videos have managed to get monetized, I might be able to start bringing in some decent money in a while.”
Adagio looked at her and shook her head, “That’s great, hopefully it will work out or you, if not I know there’s a few places hiring in town that only require a high school diploma, and luckily we managed to get those.”
Aria rolled her eyes, but her smile brightened as she looked behind Adagio. She smiled as she waited for the scene to unfold before her. Like clockwork Passive wrapped his arms around Adagio, hugging her, and she knew it would only be a second before he looked into the kitchen. He did, and she could see his eyes widen. She looked at Sonata, who didn’t even blush, but instead waved at Passive.
“Hi! I slept great last night, you?!”
Adagio felt Passive holding onto her, and she knew what he was seeing. She felt one of his arms let go of her, and she then she realized he wasn’t completely letting go of her, but rather he was simply waving at Sonata.
“Yeah, I slept pretty good, maybe you might want to get a shirt on?”
She rubbed her chin, “Okay!”
With that Sonata turned and walked back to the bedroom she shared with Aria.
Adagio stepped out a bit, turned around, and kissed him.
“So, your first day is today?”
Passive nodded, “Yeah, I’m supposed to make sure that everything is set for the kids next week. I’m looking forward to this.”
She leaned against him, “I’m glad. I hope you have a great day.”
He nodded, “I will, although I don’t think I’ve ever had fried chicken for breakfast, but hey, first time for everything.”
Sunny and Lemon
Sunny Flare sighed as she got out of the shower. The hot water had been just the thing she needed, especially after last night. A small onset of giggles escaped her as she dried off. It hadn’t been difficult to convince Lemon to try a bit more polygamous approach to their relationship. After all, it had been something she was considering for a while. And Lemon had been correct about Neon Lights. He wasn’t egotistical, and honestly he worked so hard on his music that he understood the time her own career took from her.
She looked to see Lemon, still in bed as the little spoon to Neon’s big spoon. If she didn’t have to be getting ready to travel for one of the biggest shows of the year she would simply crawl back into the bed with them. She studied them for a moment, and a brillant idea began to develop in her mind. Neon was gifted at what he did, and setting up a DJ booth at any fashion show was a must. Lemon had ample experience with customer service, and she was certain that she would do well helping out, if she wanted to go, and it would certainly give all of them a reason to continue to be together.
She stopped the thought for a moment. Lemon was working at Goode Tunes, and she wasn’t sure if she wanted to leave that job. Neon was doing well at the three clubs he was working at, and while she was sure he could get time away she wasn’t at all certain that he would be guaranteed the same headlining act he had been. It was a brilliant idea, truly, but it was also a bit selfish. She had to remember that part of a relationship was the give and take. She could present the idea, but make sure that they understood neither of them had to do it if they didn’t want to. With the decision made she took a moment to look at herself in the mirror.
Her towel was open, being held behind her, and she was thankful that she wasn’t one that went for cosmetic surgery. Every single inch of her was exactly how she had developed, and toned through exercise, which gave her no end of joy. There was more than a few of the other major names in fashion that had opted to artificially upgrade some of their looks. The problems of course was simply that it made them see far less genuine than she believed they could be. It did appear that Rarity felt the same as herself though.
She smiled as she thought of the former Wondercolt. Rarity was simply put one of the most generous, and genuine, people she had ever had the pleasure of knowing in the fashion world. Rarity, along with Coco Pommel, had helped her rebrand herself, and they helped her find a way of turning what could have been her complete fall from grace into a powerful story about reclaiming her own power from someone who wanted to use it for his own gain.
She took the towel, hung it to dry, and then grabbed a fresh towel that she wrapped around her hair. She moved toward the bed, gazing at both of the bodies there, and smiled. Slowly she watched as Lemon began to untangle herself from the man pillow she had sleeping against. She looked up at Sunny and grinned.
“Mornin’” she said as she strolled nude toward the kitchen.
“Sunny nodded, “It is. Lemon, how would you feel about going with me? The fashion show I’ve got to attend is pretty large, and I know that you’ve talked about wanting to travel.”
Lemon looked back at her, opened a box that had some coffee cakes in it, and grabbed one. She tore it open and began devouring the thing as if it was the last piece of coffee cake that would ever exist. She then grabbed a glass, opened the refridgator, and poured a glass of Almond Milk. She took a drink, sighed at her modest breakfast, and then looked at Sunny.
“Sure Dude, I’d love ta, so, am I just visiting, or you wanna hook me up with some kind of job?”
Sunny grinned, “There would be some work, but nothing you haven’t done before dearie. I know that you’ve worked customer service for quite some time.”
Lemon nodded, “Yeah, Goode Tunes is pretty strict on their treating customers with respect rule, so I’ve got to deal with a bunch of customers?”
Sunny nodded, “More or less. I would imagine that they would want you to work with the ticketing office. And of course you would be able to come back stage with me.”
That brought a smile to Lemon’s lips, “Cool, what about Neon though?”
Sunny looked at the still sleeping man, “They do need DJs, and I have heard him perform. He is quite good.”
Lemon grinned, “And it’d be exposure outside of Canterlot City. Yeah, I think he’d be into that.”
Neon, upon being in bed alone, slowly raised his head.
“What’s going on?” he asked as he blinked, “Breakfast time already?”
Lemon nodded, “Yeah, say, you want to go with Sunny to a big fancy fashion show and show off your skills there?”
He rubbed his shoulder, “Sure, where’s it happening at?”
Sunny smiled, “Paris, which if you both want to go we need to be getting ready. Our jet will be leaving in about three hours.”
Neon smiled, “That’s enough time for a little fun, if you girls aren’t opposed to us showering together to save on time.”
Lemon grinned brightly, “Sounds like a plan, but I think Sunny should be in the middle this time.”
Pinkie Pie
Most people would believe that Pinkie would want to be with someone similar to herself. And they wouldn’t exactly be wrong, but then again they wouldn’t be right either. Being with another Party Planner would be fun, but it wouldn’t be the same as sitting with the man she was now. He was reserved, but that was because he respected her. She had come to know him from the few times she met him. He was quiet, kind, but he was able to join in on whatever fun was going on after a few minutes.
She thought that he was clever, and he was an author which was a bonus. Normally the whole book writing thing might be up either Twilight’s list of desirable traits in a man, but when she found out that he had based several of his characters on her it made her want to get to know him better. So far, this was their one monthaverisy, and she was letting him treat her. He’d invited her to dinner, which ended up being him cooking, and he also promised her a movie. To her surprise the movie was going to be outside, and specifically it would be on a portable screen.
The movie started and she watched as The Princess Bride began. She smiled, leaned against him, and together they watched as a farm boy left the girl he loved. As the movie went on she realized that it was more of a romantic movie than she had believed it was going to be. How the commoner turned Princess ended back with her beloved Farm Boy, how his newly made friends helped him to storm the castle, and in truth she found the time spent with him was just enjoyable all together.
When the movie was over he turned toward her, and he leaned toward her. He kissed her, gently, and then he went to work getting things together. She got up, began to help him, and managed to get another kiss. Sighing she followed him into his house, helping to put things away, and silently she considered everything. He’d finally asked her out, which was awesome, but the most he’d done was kissing. It wasn’t like she wanted have him jump her the first date, but it’d been a month and nothing.
Of course she understood part of it. In a way he was kind of like her parents. Both of them were old fashioned, and if what her mother said about her father could be believed it took him a good long while before he finally was ready to be more intimate with her. She hugged him from behind, and was glad that he didn’t try to break the hug.
“So, what else you want to do tonight?”
He swallowed, “I… I don’t know.”
She grinned and kissed his ear, “How about we discuss it over breakfast tomorrow?”
With that she led him to his bedroom. She didn’t realize that she had been systematically breaking down barriers that his family had helped build for years. She didn’t know that he grew up in a super religious home that taught him that his body was sinful and dirty. She didn’t know that he’d been taught, from before he could walk, that to even think about bedding someone before marriage was a sin worth burning for. What she did know was that he wasn’t fighting. Instead he followed her willingly. As he followed her the last of the walls that had been built in his mind fell, and he was finally free.
They took their time exploring each other. She felt his hands gently touching and holding her, and to him it was the single greatest moment of his life. Both of them took their time with one another, enjoying how the other made them feel, and after a few hours Pinkie lay beside him, the smaller spoon, and she felt his arm around her. She enjoyed the feeling of being hugged so closely.
“Wowie, that was fun, I mean I almost said that thing about what goes great with Pie is lots and lots of cream, but eh, I think that the guy writing this didn’t want to draw too much from that other story.”
He got a confused look on his face, “Ummm, What?”
“Nothing,” she practically sang, “Say, you wanna go get some waffles in the morning?”
He laughed, “You are so random, and I love that about you.”
Hugging her he felt himself drifting to sleep.
Octavia and Vinyl
Octavia looked at the sight before her. An auditorium that could seat over five thousand, and tonight it was sold out. It was a major show, and one she was starting to regret. Already the rehearsals were starting to eat into what little free time she had. Which of course made being with Vinyl a bit more difficult. She almost considered calling the whole thing off, at least her part of it, but Vinyl talked her into keeping at it. In truth it was exactly what she had been hoping for.
This was finally making it to the big leagues, and it felt wrong. She sighed as she moved her chello between her knees, her fingers moved to their positions, and she began to pull the bow across the strings. Notes began to fill the air, and as she closed her eyes the door opened. She heard someone entering, and she sighed. Opening her eyes she saw Vinyl. She had a bottle of wine, a small basket, and two plates.
“Vinyl,” she giggled, “What are you doing?”
Vinyl walked over to her, gently moved the chello, took its place, and Octavia gasped as she felt her spread her legs open a bit more. She felt Vinyl kiss her inner thighs, causing her to drop her bow, grab the back of Vinyl’s head, and pull her closer. Vinyl didn’t argue, she didn’t say a word, but instead she made Octavia feel like the most wanted woman on the face of the Earth. For the next twenty minutes Octavia rode the waves of pleasure until she was completely satisfied. She stood on wobbly legs and followed Vinyl over to the things she had brought in.
Vinyl grinned, “I figured that you could stand to have date night right here.”
Octavia smiled, “Of course, although I would like to give you a proper thank you before you leave.”
Vinyl smiled, “That’s all cool with me.”
Starlight and Aryanne
The new house was beautiful. The kitchen was spacious, there was a giantic backyard, perfect for flying kites, but the one problem was the expense of it. Naturally it meant a roommate was needed. She had hoped for someone, anyone, other than the woman that was standing in the kitchen, wearing little more than a tee shirt and pair of panties. She looked at the white skinned woman and let out a sigh.
“Morning.”
“Guten Morgen, Wie geht es dir, Kommunist?”
Starlight groaned, “I’m fine, and the fact that I’m understanding everything you say is only proof that we’ve been living together too long.”
Aryanne stretched, letting her shirt move up and show off her toned stomach, “Ja, we have.”
She grabbed a glass, that Starlight just noticed, and took a drink, “But that is fine. We are allies, Ja?”
Starlight groaned, “We’re roommates, and did you really need to swear at my date last night?”
She glanced at Starlight, “He was inferior!”
She sighed, “No, he was a charming local leader of the Communist Christian Church, and he was cute.”
Aryanne shook her head, “Nien, he was a, how do you say, unfit.”
Starlight looked at her, “How?”
Aryanne sighed, walked to her room, and came back with what looked like her phone. She then pulled up a picture of the man Starlight was trying to date, and noticed that he wasn’t in a church. He wasn’t even at a rally, but instead he was some frat boy that was drinking straight from a boot. Aryanne shut the phone off.
“Ich habe ihn auf einer Party gesehen,” she sighed, “He was at a party, I had a job there.”
Starlight looked at her. Aryanne had actually kept her from doing something she would regret. She smiled, “Thanks.”
“Ja, ist gut.”
Maybe living together wouldn’t be so bad.
Indigo and Iconic
Indigo looked at her wedding dress. The moment she had told her friends about the fact that Iconic had proposed Sunny had gasped, pumped her fist into the air, and shouted ‘Finally’ before she took off. What was greeted to next was an old Shadowbolts’ journal full of sketches that Sunny had done of them. Each of them was wearing a wedding gown, and she noticed, perhaps for the first time, that the gown sketched in her was the same exact one that Sour Sweet had worn the day of her wedding.
So it wasn’t a surprise, exactly, that Sunny had offered to make this gown for her. On top of that she made all of the bride’s maids gowns as well. Looking at the mirror she took in how the gown looked. The white color was certainly traditional, but Sunny had made certain to sew beads into it that matched her hair color perfectly. On top of that the front was tied together with ribbon making her almost seem like a present. She tried the gown on, and naturally it fit like a glove.
She walked out into waiting room to see her friends waiting on her.
“Nervous?” Sunny asked.
Indigo nodded, “Maybe a little.”
Sunny grinned at her, “It will be fine. You know that he wants to be with you, it’s just a matter of having this little ceremony.”
Indigo shook her head, “Little?” she laughed, “Sunny between you and my Dad this thing is huge. I was going to be happy with us having a little ceremony where Iconic took a photo of me the first time, instead I’m in a church that’s filled to the brim with people!”
“And the likely hood that you will fall and do something that will cause injury or embarrasement is fairly high.”
She looked at Sugarcoat, “Seriously, that’s not helping.”
Sour walked toward her, “Trust me, I know what it’s like, but like Sunny said you’ll be fine.”
Indigo looked at her friend and nodded, she figured that Sour was right, and besides, like Sunny said earlier it was obvious that Iconic wanted to be with her. The start of the music began and they moved into position. She watched as her dad, who was dressed up for the occasion, came and looped his arm in hers, and walked her down the aisle. As she neared the front she saw Iconic standing there.
He was wearing a tux, which looked amazing on him, and she instantly began thinking of the wonderful things she wanted to do with her soon to be official husband. Taking her place by him she turned to see Starlight behind the podium. She looked at the communist a bit strangely before Starlight cleared her throat.
“Friends, potential church members, and willing converts to the cause, we gather here today to join these two in bounds of holy matrimony,” she said with a smile, “It is a bond that is not taken lighty, and it is one that promises to share all that one is, will be, and was with the one they are joining with. As I understand the both of you have prepared your own vows, is that correct?”
Both Iconic and Indigo nodded.
“Very well, please, go ahead,” she said.
Iconic looked at her, “Indigo, I didn’t realize how much I needed you in my in life. But since meeting you, being with you, and being around you I’ve learned how amazing of an adventure life can be. I don’t ever want to spend another day without you. I promise that I will be loyal and faithful, and most of all I promise that there will never be anyone that I love like I love you.”
Indigo smiled, “I never really thought that I was beautiful, or that I wanted to be beautiful. I was happy just being the girl that liked to race motorcycles, swim, and basically compete, but you saw something in me,” she smiled, “And that helped me to see in myself. I saw that I was beautiful, that to someone I was his centerfold. There’s a lot that I can’t promise, but I do promise that you are the only one I will ever want.”
Starlight smiled, “Do you have the rings?”
Indigo looked to see Sour passing a ring to her, and she saw Second passing a ring to Iconic. They both held their rings before sliding them onto the other’s finger.
“Then by the power vested in me by the church, and the people, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may now kiss.”
Leaning in the both of them kissed deeply. The pageantry didn’t matter to them. In truth little mattered except for each other. There was a reception, and they would attend, but after that was a honeymoon. Honestly, Indigo didn’t believe it could get here fast enough.
Sugarcoat
Sugarcoat smiled as she looked at the pictures of her friends at Indigo’s wedding. She relaxed beside the pool and enjoyed the fact that it was the weekend. She heard the sound of someone coming, and looked up to see Fancy Pants. He smiled as he handed her a glass of wine. She grinned, took the glass, and sipped on it as he took a seat beside her.
“I must say, it was quite interesting meeting all of your friends.”
She looked toward him, “They are a fairly diverse group, but I’ve learned to enjoy being around them.”
He chuckled, “Exactly. Tell me, do you enjoy teaching?”
She nodded, “I do. I find it very fulfilling, and I feel pleased that I am able to help the next generation prepare to better themselves.”
He nodded, “Then it is indeed a worthy endeavor. Have you considered teaching at Crystal Prep?”
Sugarcoat shook her head, enjoying the fact that she was sunbathing, sans top, in a secluded back yard at Fancy’s house next to his wonderfully sized pool.
“No, I like where I am. I feel that teaching at Canterlot High allows me to do more than teaching at Crystal Prep would. Not that I find anything wrong with Crystal Prep, but the students going there already have more than enough to aid in their education,” she smiled, “And the students going to Canterlot High have quite a bit as well. The differences is that those going to Canterlot High have to choose to take advantage of every opportunity. It isn’t merely shoved down their throats.”
Fancy seemed to consider that for a moment, “Ah, then perhaps it truly is the best place to assist.”
She looked at him, “Why did you want to know?”
He grinned, “The annual educational fundraiser is coming up, and as the head of the committee it is up to me to choose which school should benefit from obtaining some of the new equipment that will be purchased with the funds. I believe that Canterlot high would indeed benefit the most.”
She studied him a moment, “You aren’t merely making that decision because we’re together, are you?”
He laughed, “My dear, I am not. I will admit that you having some insight does help with the decision, but the fact that we have been intimate in a variety of ways does not.”
Sour Sweet
By: Nico-Stone Rupan
Sour Sweet pulled up and parked her car in the available spot. Her very own parking spot, to be exact. She took a moment to admire the building in front of her. Her very own building. Soon, she took hold of her purse and got out.
She walked past the sign at the front. It read: SWEET FAMILY MEDICINE. Her very own sign.
She took the keys, unlocked the door, and stepped inside. There were comfy chairs sitting in straight rows. Up-to-date magazines were neatly stacked upon a table, accompanying the Gideon Bible supplied by Starlight Glimmer. The sanitizer despenser next to the sign-in window was full. Sour nodded proudly.
Her very own waiting room.
She passed into the stretch of space dotted with examination rooms, computers, various medical equipment, and of course that oh-so-wonderful alcoholic scent. Despite the fact she knew it wasn't very healthy, Sour breathed in the aroma deeply and exhaled.
Her very own well-disinfected hallway.
She finally reached the door with a plaque next to it. It read: DR. SOUR SWEET, MD. She entered. She looked around, suddenly frowning. Something wasn't right about this room. Yes, her name was posted outside. Up on the walls were her framed medical degrees. A bow and arrow display, complete with her trophies, even graced a section.
But with all of that, Sour still couldn't identify what was off about the place. She stroked her chin in thought as she made her way around the desk. She sat and peered across it. Was this her very own desk? Was this her very own office? She wasn't quite sure.
It felt like something was... missing.
She thought hard for another moment before a silly grin suddenly flashed. How could she forget the most important thing? Immediantly reaching into her purse, she fished out a picture frame. She reverently propped it upon the desk.
The photo encased inside was of her, Second Person, and Bitter Honey. All three were well-dressed and smiling happily in front of light grey backdrop. Sour gazed at the family portrait and sighed with contentment.
Now it was her very own desk.
Now it was her very own office.
Now it was her very own private practice, ready for business.
