Equestria Studios

by PonyWifeAsshole

Rating: mature
Tags: Alternate Universe, Comedy, Romance, Human
Length: 6748

A porn studio tries to adjust its image, but needs new talent to do it. What's a director with high dreams to do?

Rarity dreams of being an artistic film director, but is instead stuck directing pornography. When she tries something new, everything goes to hell, and it turns out nobody else in the studio is completely happy either. A serial about getting what you want out of life, with a lot of raunchy, filmed sex along the way.

Humanized, tags by chapter. You have been warned.

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2013-06-18 20:58:38 UTC

Locker Room Blues

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.

Rainbow Dash's Closet

Tags: FF, oral, toys, squirting, overcompensating RD

"Now AJ, as your big brother, I just have to say..."

"Nothing you ain't already said a hundred times before," Applejack snapped back. Head pressed against the window of the car and her fingers drumming against the dashboard, she stared out at the dingy studio in front of her. From the outside, it looked sterile as could be, nothing more than a plain white building with no windows. The plainness of it was intimidating in a way, especially when AJ considered what had to be going on inside. A nudge at her side reminded her that the door wasn't going to open itself.

Stepping down from the truck, Applejack brushed herself off. With her flannel shirt tied to expose her freckled cleavage and toned stomach and a pair of hip hugging jeans that flaunted every rippling muscle in her thighs, the young farmer reminded herself that there was no way the audition could possibly go poorly. No possible way, unless-

The full weight of a body came crashing down onto AJ's back. Being a much heavier girl, the blonde managed to catch her best friend without stumbling too much, but it was exactly this kind of overenthusiasm that she was afraid of. With a leapfrog manuever that would have made most gymnast jealous, Rainbow Dash landed perfectly on her feet in front of AJ's eyes.

"You think that'll impress 'em? I heard they like girls who can fuck with all kinds of crazy moves and positions!" Dash chuckled, impressed with herself, as she punched AJ in the arm. Dash's own getup was far more audacious than AJ's. Her pink sports bra sported a cut out hold in the middle, letting her small breasts breathe almost freely. Her pants could hardly be called such, closer to rainbow leggings that clung to her bare slit, a free show for anyone who looked too closely. Even with the limited research AJ had done, Dash looked too ridiculous for porn, and that was to say nothing of the rainbow eyeliner and lipstick she was sporting. AJ settled for flashing an awkward grin and leading her through the door.

What should have been the front office, AJ would hardly have called one. It was a cramped four walls with just enough room to fit the desk and the dark-skinned woman in a purple sweater vest sitting behind it. The tiny lamp which obviously went out of style several decades ago would have been insufficient to illuminate anything else, but that had to be the one blessing in disguise. The secretary, as AJ surmised, had her nose buried in a book with a tall stack of papers by her side. A few awkward moments passed before the farmer realized that the sound of the door opening and closing wasn't going to get her attention and rapped her knuckles against the desk as politely as she could.

"Oh, sorry about that," Twilight said, looking up from her novel. "I'm afraid we don't get many visitors here. I'm Twilight." She lifted her hand for a friendly wave, which AJ immediately snatched for a vigorous handshake.

"Please to meet you, Twilight. Name's Applejack." The blonde grabbed more of Twilight's fingers than her hand, nearly crushing them with her grip. "Wait, did you say Twilight? Like, as in the book?" The question was met with a quiet chuckle from Dash.

"No, as in..." Twilight cut herself off, suddenly realizing the absurdity of the accusation. "Should you be saying that when you're named after a cereal?"

"It was a beverage first," Applejack said in a voice that she'd repeated countless times before. "'Sides, I don't think we need to be arguing over funny names considering where we are." AJ tenatively giggled at her joke, relieved when Twilight laughed along. That washed away the instant Dash joined in.

"Yeah, especially when you have a name like 'Rainbow Dash', right guys?" The rainbow haired girl's guffaw drowned out the other two voices. Excessively celebrating her joke, Dash gave her friend a hearty slap, sending AJ stumbling forward, right into Twilight's desk. The stack of paper came tumbling down, flooding the entire office. Twilight's face went from amused to zero in a second.

"We're just, uh, here to audition, right sugarcube?" There wasn't much way out of this one, and AJ knew better than to waste her time helping clean up, even if she was partly responsible for the mess. Twilight nearly told them that they weren't auditioning out of reflex, and the recent slight wasn't helping, but the conversation she just had with her boss came to the front of her mind. Pointing out the door behind her, the secretary sent them off with a simple set of directions before they could do any more damage. With a long sigh, Twilight got out from behind her desk and onto her knees, starting to pick up the mess, when she heard the front door open and close again. The next thing she knew, an impossibly large shadow loomed over her.

Applejack and Rainbow Dash had a hard time believing what they saw when they entered the back. The place looked like it had never finished construction, save for the set piece surrounded by cameras that looked like a locker room sawed in half. The ceiling stretched too high for the lights to properly shine down. The place had no walls, but simply beams and planks where walls had never been built. It looked more like an abandoned warehouse than a skeezy sex house.

The director's office was easy for the girls to find, though more for the person sitting inside it than any actual description of the office itself. Without any walls, it was more of a framed box with a desk inside. The woman inside who was supposed to be the director certainly looked the part, sporting a beret atop her purple hair, along with a frilly blouse and a pair of suit pants that were separated from the rest of its set. Without a door to knock on, Applejack peered past a stray support beam for a few moments, unsure of how to get the director's attention without a door to knock on. That problem was solved with a loud smashing of Dash's fist against another piece of wood.

"How long's this audition thing take, because I'm ready to ride every stud you've got in here!" Dash did not wait for an answer as she strutted into the makeshift room, an act that drained all the color from AJ's tanned face. The director peered over her horn-rimmed glasses with an eyebrow cocked. "I know, I have that effect on ladies too, but I assure you that I am straight as an arrow," Dash continued, mistaking the disbelief for interest.

"What she means to say," AJ interrupted, diving to knock Dash aside before she could do any more damage, "is that we're here to audition for one of your...films." The farmer held out her hand, which was met with a shake as firm and strong as any she'd given out herself. Somehow, the professionalism of the director set her at ease, and AJ found her shoulders relaxing for the first time that day. "Name's Applejack."

"Applejack, as in the..."

"The beverage," she preemptively corrected. "Ma and pa were funny folks, but they ain't that funny." Unsure of how to posture herself without looking too nervous, the farmer settled for leaning against the closest beam that didn't look like it would creak under her weight. "Me and my friend Dash here are trying to make a bit of extra money on the side, and we thought that a one time thing here would do the trick."

"Do the trick?" the director repeated back, her voice laced with skepticism. "We are not any ordinary erotic film studio, and we most certainly do not perform 'tricks' here."

"Of course not, miss," Applejack said, already fumbling with her voice and nearly falling off her support beam. "I did a lot of viewing of your work, and y'all have got something mighty different in your productions here."

"We did a lot of viewing," Dash interjected, much to the notice of nobody.

Rarity sighed. As much as she thought her wishes may have been answered, this was not exactly what she was looking for. A pair of young girls with zero acting experience and relying entirely on their looks to get paid would have gotten them somewhere in the studio a month ago, but she had higher ambitions now. If she wanted a piece of eye candy in need of a fast dollar, she still had the number of Twilight's exotic dancer friend. And on top of all that, nothing could save that monstrosity of an outfit that this Dash girl was wearing. Still, anything was better than nothing at this point.

"Well, there's no sense in turning you two down before you've put forth any credentials," she said with the politest grin she could wear.

"Hearing that is just great, Miss..."

"Just Rarity will do, please." She leaned forward with her elbows on her desk, setting her beret and glasses aside. "Now, first things first. What are you two willing and unwilling to perform?"

"Pardon, but what d'you mean by 'willing to perform'?" AJ crossed her arms with a look of puzzlement on her face. This was starting to get confusing, and fast. "I thought I'd come in here, ride a young buck, and leave with a few more dollars in my pocket."

"It's not so simple, especially with a studio as avante-garde as this one." Rarity got the sense that she would be doing a lot of sighing this afternoon. "Erotica involves many genres, and the compensation you receive is directly related to the acts you are willing to allow us to film. For example, when the two of you walked in here, I assumed..."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!" Dash cut in with her arms stretched out like an umpire. "Nothing like that for the Dashie here. I assure you that I am one hundred percent straight as an arrow." She patted her fist against her chest, as if the declaration were something to be particularly proud of. The ends of Rarity's hair began to fray as she realized exactly what she was dealing with.

"What do you say we just get the two of you measured up, hmm?" Without waiting for an answer, her finger went straight to the intercom, asking for Spike and Diane to get to her office. The pair showed up in no time. Pinkie in a bathrobe of her trademark color and Spike in a pair of skinny jeans with his hair up. Neither of them had to ask what was up, seeing the pair of new bodies from well outside the office, though getting a closer look at Dash sent both of their jaws to the floor.

With a few introductions and a brief explanation, Pinkie set to work while Spike leaned back on Rarity's desk. The prospect of new talent didn't bother him, though he had to wonder if Rarity had spent too much time away from her old job if she thought Dash's attire was arousing to anyone with a pair of working eyes. He couldn't keep his reaction to himself, but his snide comment were definitely left silent.

"Gee AJ, you have this natural cowgirl look that really pulls in the guys by the truckload, and a lot of girls too," Pinkie said with a wink as she circled around AJ. The veteran actress leaned in close to AJ's chest, letting her breath swoop down the blonde's cleavage. The shiver of discomfort running through AJ's entire body went completely unnoticed by her inspector. "Oh my gosh, she's got freckles on her boobs too! Can we keep them in the shoot, because they're just so adorable and I promise everyone will love it. Please, please, pleeeaaaase?" Her outburst of excitement flung her bathrobe open, exposing her bare body, still wet from the shower she had just taken. The director had little choice but to agree, as it would be less work in the make up room anyway.

"Hey hey, do me next!" Dash said as she shuffled over to Spike's side with all the subtlety Pinkie wielded. She slapped a hand down right on top of his groin, making him cringe. The pained reaction went ignored, as Dash's eyes were fixated on Pinkie's still bouncing body. "Or should we just grab a camera and get straight to the good part, stud?" Her figners curled into a fist with Spike's clothed testicles in the middle, this time squeezing a scream out of his lungs, a sound which send Pinkie whirling around in an instant.

"Keep your hands off of Spikey, you amateur!" The pinkette's hand smacked the wannabe seductress's away before pulling Spike to her side. "He is a real, live person with a real, live, big and throbbing dick that has to be treated with tender loving care." A quick yank pulled Spike off the desk and into Pinkie's arms, though the actor was too busy trying to nurse his injury to pay any attention to his manhandling. "Got that? T-L-C." A loud thump came from the desk, though it wasn't Pinkie's hand hitting it for emphasis.

Rarity couldn't bear to watch the scene anymore. With her face planted on her desk, she was willing to say or do anything to get the circus show over with as quickly as possible. "Just get Fluttershy and tell her to bring the camera," she said into the plywood a few inches from her mouth.

"No can do, Rares. She's having another one of those things where she hides in the supply closet and curls up into a ball. Gosh, after six months of this, you'd think she'd be used to seeing Spikey in the buff by now." Pinkie traced a finger over Spike's tattoos at the word "buff". Meanwhile, Rarity began to see how little a favor it was to hire her best friend to operate the camera, six months after the fact.

"If one of you would please fetch the camera and the other just pick one for an audition," Rarity said through gritted teeth. It was fortunate that nobody could see her gritting her teeth. With his knees still bent towards each other, Spike volunteered for camera duty in an instant, but not before Pinkie could call after him to fetch Mister Pink. She turned back to Dash with a voracious grin.

"You're more dressed for the occasion, or should I say undressed?" Dash was already backing away from Pinkie's words, though her eyes never left the generous amount of breasts that were spilling out of the pink robe. "You're not fooling anyone with that super duper flamboyant getup, so what do you say we make like a camel and hump?"

"Hold it one cotton pickin' second," AJ said. "Are you saying y'all are gonna do it right here, right in front of everyone?"

"Well duh." What was a shock to AJ was also the most obvious thing in the world to Pinkie. "This is porn-"

"Erotica," Rarity said, head still firmly planted on her desk.

"-and you're kind of going to have to get used to this having sex in front of other people thing if this is what you want to do for a living."

"Whoa nelly, this ain't some kind of career move for me. I don't need to watch my best friend doin' it in front of my eyes. Is there just somewhere I can go while I wait for my turn?"

"The supply closet," Rarity and Pinkie said in unison. As AJ tiptoed out of the unwalled room, she had to pretend she couldn't hear Dash's protests and begging for AJ to stay. Hell, this was Dash's idea originally anyway. Time for her to reap what she sowed.

Spike returned with a camera on his shoulder, a pink dildo in one hand, and an ice pack stuffed down his pants. There was a real novelty in filming Pinkie rather than performing with her. He'd never realized just how pouty her lips looked through a camera lens, but maybe that was just because she was puckering up.

"We've got some super new, super cute talent in the studio today," Pinkie sang in front of the camera as she danced backwards, shaking and jiggling her body for her future audience. Every other word came out staccato, interrupted with a brief giggle. "And it's not any of that juicy, veiny C-O-C-K today. I think I'm a real lucky girl, because it's been a long time since I've had a piece of P-U-S-S-Y." On cue, Spike swung the camera to focus on Dash, who sported a look halfway between nervousness and excitement. Spike couldn't stifle the snort when he saw just how much worse her make up made her look on camera, but he knew the audition tape wouldn't leave the studio anyway. "What's this cutie's name and how old is she?" Pinkie asked as she leaned into the frame, her infectious smile spreading to Dash as the tips of their noses touched.

"Wait, why do I gotta announce that stuff on camera?" When the gravity of the question hit her, Dash leaned back with her arms crossed under her small breasts.

"Legal reasons." A dismissive wave of Rarity's hand was all it took to wipe away the surface of Dash's hesitation. After a pair of white lies - because after all, an eighteen year old was supposed to be much sexier than a twenty-four year old, and Dash always thought she had the body to pull it off - Dash already found herself dropping her guard and giggling like a young girl in front of the camera. Maybe that was because Pinkie was already pinching her butt through her nylons.

"I have an idea! You should show us that rocking body you've got under those clothes. It may not look like much, but I bet that's because it's all wound up tight in those athletic muscles of yours!" A snap filled the room as Pinkie tugged and released Dash's waist band, to which Dash giggled again. "Come on, strip and tease us, because we just love the strip and the tease here."

Naturally, Dash had never planned this far. With the camera and three pairs of eyes on her, she felt just about ready to bolt for the door. She instead remembered her mantra which she repeated any time insurmountable odds faced her: Just do it. Spinning around so her back was to the camera, she started with a set of five jumping jacks, attempting to wiggle her hips in the process. On the final jump, her hands descended slowly with fingers waggling. Jumping to face the camera again, Dash's best seductive look was more of a sneer from the smell of rotting food, but that didn't stop her from rolling up up her top. As her small but infinitely perky breasts were revealed, Pinkie gasped in delight at the large engorged nipples that kissed the tip of each mound.

"Just look at those adorable little nips. They're so suckable, I want to put them in my mouth and never let go!" Pinkie said into the camera as she licked her lips again and again. Spike found her genuine reaction a relief. While Pinkie's nigh insatiable lust could overcome a spectacle this clownish, Spike couldn't honestly say the same for himself.

On the other side of the desk, Rarity found herself muttering the words "I couldn't pay inmates to get off to this jazzercise" for the first time in her life.

Dash's hips thrust upwards into the air in a butchered inverted yoga motion, like she was trying to hump a floating vagina on an incline. Every swing of her hips, she inched her makeshift pants lower. As Dash's slit slowly became exposed, Pinkie knelt down in front of it to get a good look, with Spike's camera following suit. As the actress looked into the camera to sing praises about the beauty in front of her eyes, Spike found himself agreeing. If he could just tune out everything else for a moment, Dash really did have a bald pussy with shapely, clean lips. And they were already moist.

"Enough is enough, girl!" Pinkie stood up with an arm wrapped around her partner's waist. "All the time you spend toning your body at the gym is really paying off." Only in some ways, Spike and Rarity both thought at the same time.

"Is that it? I'm in?" Dash had already worked up a sweat, though it was more through nerves than any aerobic exhaustion. Regardless of which it was, it didn't leave her with the state of mind to resist when Pinkie pushed Dash down to her knees.

"If you insist on going first, this girl isn't gonna argue!" In one motion, Pinkie threw off her robe, swung a leg onto Rarity's desk, and shoved Dash's head into her crotch. With her legs spread and her back arched, Pinkie gave Spike a perfect shot of her wet slit. The camera zoomed in, taking a close profile of Dash with a faceful of pussy. The amateur's eyes were closed tight, but her tongue was already out and flicking against Pinkie's hood. As agile as the rest of her body, Dash's tongue lapped up and down, tracing delicate circles against her partner's clit. "Oh, I love a girl who knows how to munch carpet, and this girls knows how to munch carpet," Pinkie gasped, already breathing heavily.

The veteran actress gently rode her partner's face. As she rocked gently, her curvy figure swayed in jiggling circles. Her sex, aching for some action, slid firmly over Dash's lips. With Pinkie's womanly scent flooding her nostrils, instinct kicked in and Dash's tongue pushed in to receive a mouthful of pink juice. As she remembered a trick she had read to write her name with her tongue, Pinkie was already squealing and giggling from the oral penetration. With a few filthy words of encouragement, she ruffled the short crop of rainbow colored hair beneath her, pleased with the heat that Dash was sending up her love tunnel.

Pinkie's flavor was like cotton candy on Dash's tongue. As reluctant as she was to be eating out another girl - and she absolutely was reluctant, because she wouldn't have been repeating it in her head otherwise - snaking her tongue around in a porn star's snatch was a lot more fun than she anticipated. Juices oozed down Pinkie's thighs and into Dash's mouth while the amateur licked and sucked on the moist folds. When Dash brushed her lip against Pinkie's clit, the starlet clenched against Dash, trapping her in a blanket of soft, chubby flesh. Unconscious of what the rest of her body was doing, her palm rubbed furiously between her legs. Spike kept his snark to himself when he caught that on camera.

"Woozy hoozy, this one's gonna be a doozy!" Pinkie yelled. The vibrations between her legs were beginning to crawl up her back and down her legs. She tugged on Dash's hair while bucking, forcing auditioner to eat her way out for survival. The pinkette's voice escalated into a soprano crescendo, the shakes of pleasure in her body rippling out through her voice and her legs. The fact that she remained standing with one leg on the desk while her orgasm ripped through every nerve was a testament to her professional experience. Her gentle rocking against Dash's face turned into a ride as violent as the time she broke the studio's sybian, a force that could only be contained by a professional athlete. Naturally, Dash used every bit of strength in her arms to hold Pinkie up, and was rewarded by a long, hard gush of sweet juices down her chin.

"So was it good?" Dash said between a few coughs and a lazy smile.

"Oh, you are just so adorable like that, the camera is going to eat you up!" Pinkie helped Dash to her feet, and before Dash could protest, gave Dash a sloppy kiss on the lips with her pussy juices for everyone to share. As soon as Dash got her wits together to try to say something about no kissing girls in her contract, Pinkie threw her onto Rarity's desk, tight ass bared before the camera. Plucking the exotic dildo up, she inserted the short and knobby end inside herself. She squealed and shook as the silicone tickled her tingling womanhood, though the presentation in front of her tickled her even more.

One hand pushed down on Dash's back to steady her while the other held the fake phallus steady at Dash's entrance. The amateur's halfhearted protests fell on deaf ears, interrupted by a prolonged moan as the tip penetrated her. Fingernails dug into her thin hips. The full length plunged deep into her pussy as Pinkie held back nothing. Bumping and grinding her slit into Dash's, she rammed the dildo into Dash's sopping hole with a well practiced fervor. The desk rattled every time her glistening, thick thighs bumped against Dash's taut rear. The pounding only stopped when Rarity, long having vacated her seat and now behind her star actress to observe, tapped Pinkie on the shoulder, making an upward motion to her hands. The actress understood the signal immediately.

Hooking an arm underneath Dash's knee, Pinkie hefted up. Dash flopped onto her side with one leg raised high into the air, her perfect pussy stuffed full of Pinkie's fake cock on full display for the camera. Her fingers scraped against the desk as her eyes rolled into her head, lost in the pleasure of being pounded by another girl who clearly knew what she was doing. Pinkie's fucking was rapid and rough, just the way Dash imagined that she'd like it. Every contact of Pinkie's slit against hers made Dash shake, panting as every thrust knocked the breath out of her lungs. Every so often, the camera would circle around to her face, where she tried to remember to look sexy and beg for more, but it only came out as absent-minded moans.

Dash didn't stand a chance when Pinkie's fingers touched her swollen clit. Unable to contained the pressure bursting from her stomach, Dash kicked with the full force of a high school pole vaulter. Catching Pinkie in the shoulder with a heel, the pinkette stumbled back, but not without a pleased coo as the knob popped out of her slit. The rest of the toy slipped out from between Dash's legs as she was wracked by convulsions. On her back, Dash bucked her hips into the air as a single, non-stop scream pierced everyone's ears. Pinkie began screaming along as a jet of clear, pungent fluid began squirting out from Dash's pussy, unceremoniously spraying everyone else in the room. Crawling back up, Pinkie buried her face between Dash's legs, bathing in her ejaculate like a fountain, gargling what she could catch in her mouth and laughing the whole time. Spike's instinct was to dodge out of the way to protect the camera, but Rarity caught his shoulder and held him tightly in place, despite her own flinching when a few drops caught on her clothes. This was worth at least a dirty lens.

"Oh my gosh, why didn't anyone tell me that she was a gusher?" Pinkie whipped around to her boss, flinging a few more drops of Dash's squirt onto Rarity's formerly immaculate outfit. Jumping up and down, she pleaded, "Oh can we keep her? Oh please, oh please, oh pleeeeaaaase?" The sound of Dash's head thudding on the table from exhaustion was only noticed by Spike, who knew full well that real orgasms on tape were worth a good bit of money.

"I'll give it a good thought," Rarity said through a forced smile, trying not to retch from the filth that had caught on her. "Diane, how clean is the shower at the moment?"

"That's going to depend on how you define clean." Pinkie grinned sheepishly, the way she always did when she left some toys lying around in there.

"I'm afraid I'll have to run home for a moment in that case." The director whipped out a handkerchief from her sleeve, daintily dabbing it to remove the droplets on her face. "Diane, Spike. The two of you may conduct the other girl's interview in my absence. Just try not to hurt the desk while you do." Both professionals acknowledged her words as she gingerly stepped out of the office, not wanting to get the mess to spread any more.

Spike flicked off the camera, moving back to the desk. Shaking Dash gently on the shoulder, he stirred her from her post-orgasmic haze. "Hey, you okay? Pinkie can be kind of rough like that."

"Just one question," Dash answered, her voice almost gone.

"Oh, you were just amazing and exciting and wonderful! I'll brush you up on how to do a striptease - because I really do think you have the talent for it, really - and Rares will sign you in no time! You ate my pussy like a pro. No, even better than most pros I've been with!" Pinkie pulled Dash up and into a full hug, smooshing the smaller girl into her plump breasts. Dash gasped for air, trying to get enough breath beneath Pinkie's arms for her one inquiry.

"Wait, this doesn't mean I'm gay, right?"