Equestria Studios

Tags: MF, oral

"Wow Spikey, you played like a absolute super-duper star out there tonight!" Pinkie made her entrance to the locker room a spectacle, despite the fact that she was absolutely not supposed to be there. While it was customary for the football team and the cheerleading squad to go out for a big dinner after a victory, Pinkie was jumping the gun and overreaching her authority, even as the head cheerleader. "When you ran thirty yards for that game winning touchdown and spiked the ball ten feet into the air, we all went 'Weee!'" Pinkie emphasized the repetition of her squad's cheer with a high jump, her knees bent and arms thrown high. In the tight confines of her uniform, her plump breasts similarly flew through the air as air kicked up her skirt. With the pinches of flab exposed on her midriff, the star running back of Equestrian High had full view of Pinkie's body.

"Oh, hey there Pinks," Spike stammered. Not only was she not supposed to be in the locker room, but she definitely wasn't supposed to be in there when Spike had nothing but a towel on. He threw his back against the lockers, as if that were going to help hide the intricate dragon tattoos that painted his lean, toned chest and abs. "Shouldn't you be, uh, waiting outside with everyone else?" Spike had stayed behind a bit later because he wanted, just once, to be able to get out of his jersey and into a shirt without getting flak from the other guys because his tattoos were purple.

"Is purple your favorite color?" Well, there went that. Also going was any sense of personal space, as Pinkie was closing in on him and fast. "You know, I hear a lot of people say that purple is a 'gay' color, but personally I don't see what's wrong with it! I mean, pink is my favorite color and all, but purple's a great color too and it goes just great with that green mohawk of yours." Pinkie, with her usual lack of sense of boundaries, immmediately ran her hand through Spike's wave of neon hair. Of course, this meant that her breath was right on his chest, and nothing more than some fabric and a towel separating both athlete's bodies.

"Hey Pinks," Spike said, trying to get her attention off of his hair and back on his voice, "don't you think this is kind of uncomfortable?" He tried to squirm from beneath her body, but all that did was rub nearly naked flesh against nearly naked flesh, a stimulus that was eliciting a quick response from between the football player's legs.

"How could this possibly be uncomfortable? That towel's is definitely loose enough to let that big, fat, juicy prick of yours to grow to its full size where I can rub it against my leg until you're begging me to suck you off." The cheerleader's fingers never stopped combing through Spike's hair as she tried to seduce him, though the way her fingernails were digging into Spike's chest were made him look more like a torture victim.

"Now remember, you've wanted this ever since you've laid eyes on her in biology class." Spike winced a bit as the second voice blasted into his earpiece. In a way, he was thankful that with a little bit of improv, he could pass that off on Pinkie's apparent scratching fever.

"If you say so," Spike said. Fighting back a wince from the fingernails dragging down his chest, he nudged Pinkie back as he dropped his towel, revealing his naked body to the cheerleader. The bubbly girl wasted no time in dropping to her knees and taking his manhood in both hands, stroking it to life as she rubbed it against her cheek.

"I'll never get tired of seeing your grand, majestic, royal dragon for the first time, Spikey." Pinkie ended her sentence with a tantalizingly slow lick. With a tongue as pink as her hair, she started with a wet lap around his testicles before running a mile up the underside of his shaft and ending with a brief, tight-lipped kiss on his crown. She knew how much Spike loved the drawn out oral tease, and it grew him to full mast like it always did. "Look at how absolutely ginormous your dick is, Spikey. I knew I picked the right big, strapping football player to fuck me silly in all of my virgin holes."

A sigh blew into Spike's ear. "Just ignore her lines."

Spike leaned back, the cold metal on his back a stark contrast to the warm lips between his legs. Pinkie wasted no time in going down on Spike, treating him to one of her specialty deepthroats. His head tilted back, slamming against the locker door as the only accompanying sound was the echo of Pinkie's hungry slurps as she thrusted her head on and off his cock. She pulled him out of her mouth with a wet pop, his shaft still in her hand as she slapped it against her cheek.

"Why don't you show this cheerleader how well you pitch?" Pinkie's deep blue eyes stared straight into Spike's before a quick wink, a signal the two shared on a regular basis.

"No, no, no! Kiss her! *KISS HER!** Or at least move her hair out of her face so Fluttershy can get a good shot!"*

Torn between a pair of conflicting commands and a pair of conflicting brains, Spike tried to compromise by doing both at once, With his hands already in Pinkie's curls, he clenched them into fists and dragged her forcefully to her feet before planting his lips on hers. As much as Pinkie shrieked during the manhandling, she was only too happy to return the forcefulness during the kiss. Slamming into Spike while their tongues wrestled, she ground her full figured body against his as they shared a moment of passion, to both Spike's thrill and discomfort.

"Cut, cut, CUT!" Rarity's bellowing in person was usually bad enough, but the signal blaring in his earpiece made him clutch the side in his head as he keeled over in pain. "I apologize Spike, you were doing the best you could." Rarity leapt off of her directing chair and spun on the heels of her platform boots, an act of agility that would have made everyone in the studio gawk if they weren't so afraid of the director. "But Diane, are you even reading the scripts before we shoot?"

"Hey, I made sure to tell Spike and the rest of the audience that I was a virgin, just like the script said! And besides, I don't see what the biggie-wiggie deal is." Pinkie shrugged, oblivious to her acting partner writhing in pain by her feet. "I always ad libbed on the spot before, and you didn't seem to mind at all." With a grab at her ankle, the actress noticed Spike on the floor. With an unwarranted apology and a genuine smile, she helped him to his feet, arm draped over her shoulder.

"Listen, we are no longer producing 'pornography,'" Rarity said with a sneer at the last word. "This is erotica, not some silly fuck in your holes, as you so eloquently put it." The director pulled the maroon beret from her head and held it to her chest, wondering if her dream as a independent erotica director would ever come true. Yes, it had been a two years since she had stooped to directing pornography, but her drive had never wavered, and with every fiber of will in her body, she wanted nothing more than to get the rest of her crew on board with her vision and...

"Um, Rarity?" Spike's voice punctured her inner monologue. The poor boy still leaned on Pinkie with a hand clamped over his ear. "When you whisper to yourself like that, the microphone picks it up and I can still hear you." Rarity blushed and reeled back as she fumbled with the apparatus on the collar of her blouse, ignorant to the feedback it was blasting into Spike's skull. "Hey, do you mind if I just go lie down for a bit?"

"And um, is it okay if I just take a break? If you don't mind, of course," a voice barely whispered over Rarity's shoulder.

"Ugh, just take five everyone." The purple haired woman thought she heard something about waiting in the supply closet as she plopped back into her chair. A sharp clap of her hands, and her assistant came trotting in with a cup of tea, and more importantly, a pair of open ears.

"This is just never going to work, Twilight." It wasn't fair for her to unload on the administrative assistant like this, but it wasn't like she had anyone else to tell. For all the rest of her friends knew, she still worked the floor at that fashion boutique. "Pinkie's not an actress, she's a porn star. I thought her relationship with Spike would inspire her for a different style of work, but she's just not taking." The assitant put her hands down on Rarity's shoulders and began a gentle massage, accompanied by a roll of the eyes where Rarity couldn't see them.

"Have you ever thought of giving Pinkie another role and casting a new leading lady?" Twilight was amazed at how the simpliest answers always eluded her boss. At the same time, Twilight did use pointing these things out as a justification for her unusually large paycheck. "I can definitely tell you that Spike would be happy to perform with somebody else for once." Rarity whirled around in her chair.

"Are you telling me that you talk about these things with your brother?"

"Adopted brother," Twilight corrected. "And when your adopted brother gets you a job working for a porn studio, there's not many secrets left to be kept."

"I suppose that makes sense." Rarity went back to her slumped position, letting Twilight's gentle massage run through her shoulders. "Forgive me for prying. It wasn't my place." Not even waiting for an acceptance of her apology, she continued. "I could quite easily write a more sensual script for Fluttershy, but she'd simply shrink into nothingness in front of the camera."

"Yeah, and there's no way you'd convince Fluttershy to lose her virginity on tape." A brief pause followed Twilight's careless comment before she started blushing furiously. "Hey wow, look at the time. I've got some invoices to process!" As her assistant sprinted back off to her desk, Rarity buried her face in the palm of her hand, wondering just how she was going to get out of this pickle.

That was when the pickup truck with an apple painted on the doors pulled into the parking lot.