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Chapter 10: The Final Day

If all went to plan, this would be the final day of shooting. It had been fun, but Rarity was looking forward to finishing the filming and returning to Ponyville. She dearly missed her friends and was eagerly anticipating returning to clothing design. Speaking of which...

Rarity found Italian getting his makeup done. Before she went over to do the same, she went over to ask him how the proposition went.

“I’ll tell you after we’re done filming,” he said. He didn’t look too happy about it.

“All right then,” Rarity said, feeling very wary but refusing to question him any further. Perhaps he was simply trying to build her anticipation for the filming. It was unlikely, but it was what she was willing to believe at the moment. She went over to get her makeup done for the last time.

“Eager to finish shooting?” Crimson Blush asked.

“Yes, to be frank. I really want to go home.”

“I understand, though it’s been lovely working with you. Everypony’s been really impressed with your talent as an actress. We’re finishing two weeks ahead of schedule mainly because of the speed with which you picked up the art of acting.”

“Oh, but if we’re ending sooner, doesn’t that mean you’ll get paid less?” Rarity asked.

“It’s a salaried position,” Crimson said. “Besides, we’ll have time to work on other movies now. No, you don’t have to feel guilty about cutting into my pay. We’re not punished for finishing early.”

“That’s good to hear.”

“Okay, you’re all set. Good luck today!”

“Thank you,” Rarity said, suddenly feeling quite anxious about what they would be filming today.

“Don’t worry. You’ll do great!” Crimson called after her. Rarity waved to her but said nothing.

Italian was already in position on the bed. He was holding a bulb syringe that was shaded, like everything else, a deep purple. There were also plastic sheets protecting the bed from...well, Rarity was going to find out soon enough. She shook her head and felt even more squeamish now.

“Is this going to be uncomfortable?” she asked.

“Perhaps, but it will be worth it,” Italian said smoothly. Rarity hoped against all hope that he was right.

“All right, places everypony!” Hard Core called from his chair. The cameras all moved into position, the lights came on, and Italian and Rarity were ready to go.

“Action!” Hard Core called.

“Are you sure you’re ready for this?” Italian asked, getting into position with the syringe.

“I-I think so,” Rarity said, not even needing to try to ask nervous.

“Don’t worry,” Italian said, “the discomfort is only temporary.”

“Okay then,” Rarity said, gulping. Italian moved to her and gently put the syringe into position. He began to squeeze the syringe, and Rarity felt the water begin to enter her rectum. It made her feel incredibly bloated, like her insides were drowning, and she started to shake.

“It’s all right,” Italian said. “You’re doing great. I’m very grateful that you’re letting me do this.”

Rarity nodded. She was starting to tear up a bit, but Italian stroked her back with his free hoof in an attempt to calm her.

“You’ll see,” he said, “it’s going to be enjoyable soon.”

“You mean what you’re doing right now?” Rarity asked.

“No, the part that comes after,” Italian said.

Rarity nodded and started to shudder, but she knew it was going to end soon, and the anal sex was going to be an entirely new experience for her. She imagined what it was going to feel like, and hoped it was going to feel better than this. To be fair, Italian was trying to help her through this as best he could. He understood how difficult this was for any mare, and he was coaching her through it.

“You know,” he said, “this time we’ve spent together has been really special.”

Rarity felt embarrassment at the way she had asked him out, but knew it wouldn’t do to have that filmed on camera. She smiled and shut her eyes, now getting used to the discomfort.

“I’ve really enjoyed it as well,” she said. Italian smiled, though Rarity could not see it, and kissed her gently on the back. Rarity smiled in spite of herself. He really was a gentleman. Another pang of regret came and past.

“And...it looks like we are done,” Italian said. He pulled the syringe out. “Now we just have to wait.”

“Cut!” Hard Core said. “Rarity, are you all right?”

“I think so,” she said. “I feel really bloated.”

“It’ll pass soon,” he said. “It’s going to take a minute, but you’ll be clean and ready for the final scene.”

“Okay,” Rarity said, holding her stomach.

“Are you sure you’re all right?” Italian asked, placing a hoof on her shoulder.

“It’s fine, really,” Rarity said. Italian stayed by her side and rubbed her shoulder. It took a few minutes, but then Rarity felt herself empty. This was precisely what Hard Core had not wanted to film, and Rarity knew it was for good reason. Gradually, she felt the bloating start to fade, and by the time it was completely done she felt a lot better. Members of the crew took away the sheets after Rarity stepped off of them. She breathed a sigh of relief, knowing the most uncomfortable part was now over.

“Are you ready?” Italian asked. Rarity nodded, now confident she could go through with this.

“Yes,” Rarity said.

“Then let’s not waste any more time,” Hard Core called. “Places, everypony!” Once again, the scene was set. “Are we all set?” Confirmation from the crew and the actors. “Then action!”

“This is what I’ve been waiting for,” Italian said. He gave Rarity a gentle kiss on the lips, which she gladly returned. They stayed like this for a while, and all that time Rarity felt the anticipation building within her. Italian was slow, though, making her wait patiently. She almost wanted to break the kiss and press him to do it already, but she let him go at his pace.

His tongue felt especially good in her mouth now. Because this would be the last time, Rarity made sure to savor every moment. When he finally pulled away, Rarity longed to have one more kiss, but she knew he was ready, and she propped herself up to make it easier for him to penetrate her.

Italian moved slowly, pushing himself little by little into Rarity’s anus. It was a very tight fit, and it was almost painful for Rarity, but she tried her best to relax her muscles so he could fit better.

“That’s it,” Italian said as he got further in. Rarity was breathing heavily, but Italian stroked her back in an attempt to calm her. It helped a little, and by the time he bottomed out Rarity was more used to the tightness.

Italian began to slowly rock back and forth. Rarity felt a spurt of pleasurable moisture seep out of her vagina, and Italian moved his hoof over to it to rub her. The dual simulation was pleasant, and Rarity cooed as his rocking became faster.

Italian was now grunting as he pushed more forcibly. He rubbed her with his hoof more vigorously, trying to penetrate her to stimulate her further. Rarity gasped for breath as Italian pushed his hoof into her and stroked her clit. The pressure in her anus was starting to make her feel excited, not unlike when he was whipping her or smacking her with a ruler. The pain amplified the pleasure.

Rarity whinnied unexpectedly as Italian pressed himself into her, and the sound caught her off guard. Italian was unfazed and continued to rub her down. Now more comfortable with his penis inside her, she started to push herself back into him, her backside coming into contact with his waist.

Italian felt himself building up to a climax, but he held it in as long as he could, hoping Rarity would come to her own before he was finished. Rarity was feeling hotter by the minute, and being in heat was only exacerbating things. She could actually feel sweat trickling down her forehead, and it took her a while to realize that it wasn’t just the sex causing it, it was also the heat from the lighting. She couldn’t waste any time thinking about filming though. She wanted to focus on pleasuring and being pleasured by Italian.

Rarity could feel herself coming closer and closer to climax, and she expressed her pleasure audibly in moans. This spurred Italian to push even harder, and the twinge of pain inside Rarity prompted her to gasp.

“It’s all right,” Italian said in between his grunting. “We’re getting there.”

Rarity caught a second wind and her breathing started to slow, but she could feel her heart racing as her hormones kicked into overdrive. Rarity moaned heavily and knew she was about to cum. Italian spurred her on with moans of his own. His balls were slapping into her back but Rarity didn’t mind; the sound only spurred her on.

Rarity suddenly came and started squirting all over Italian’s hoof. Her cries were shrill but contained, as she was used to this aspect of filming by now. Italian, however, was not ready to cum, and he pushed even harder into her to try to get himself going. He felt himself picking up in intensity and did not hold back. He climaxed, and his creamy sperm flowed into Rarity’s anus. Rarity felt some bloating again, but it wasn’t as bad this time and she was enjoying it a lot more. She wanted to cry his name so badly, but had to contain herself for the film.

It took a while, but the two of them came down and Italian struggled a bit to pull out. He finally did, though, and the two of them lay on the bed, totally spent.

“Cut!” Hard Core called. “Well, that’s not quite the same level as we’ve had in the past, but it’s fine. You two did a great job and I’m looking forward to releasing this movie to the public.”

“Thank you,” Rarity said. Italian smiled but didn’t need to say anything; Hard Core already knew.

As Italian went to get his makeup removed, Rarity followed him.

“What did they say?” she asked, and Italian cringed.

“They didn’t give me a straight answer,” Italian said. “Or, rather, their answer was mixed. They really liked your acting, Rarity, and they wished you would keep doing that. I told them you wanted to design costumes for them, but they said they needed to see some of your work before they’d allow it. If you can come up with something to impress them, they might consider it, but it doesn’t look good right now.”

“Really?” Rarity asked, feeling as though she had been put on. “But you said—”

“I know what I said, and that was my fault,” Italian said. “I was really trying to find a way to make things up to you and I convinced myself that it would work. I should have realized they wouldn’t have been as open to the idea as I was. I’m really sorry.”

“No, I understand,” Rarity said, though she was fuming inside. Would she really have to keep acting in these tawdry things just to make a living? Not that she hadn’t enjoyed it, but what would it do to her reputation if this became a career instead of a one-time experience?

“Did you still want to go to that dinner tonight?” Italian asked.

“And face the ponies that didn’t want my services? I’m sorry, but I really think it would be better if I just went home. The whole thing has worn me out and I miss my friends.”

“I see. Well, I can’t say I don’t understand. I just wish things could have been different.”

“Me, too, Italian. Me, too.”

***

Well, it was all over. Rarity had packed quickly and made the last train back to Ponyville. She wouldn’t be getting back till late, so she wouldn’t be talking to her friends until tomorrow. She was almost positive they’d have a hard time believing she could have filmed a TV show in such a short span of time, especially Twilight.

Come to think of it, Twilight had been on her mind a lot since she thought about coming back to Ponyville. She knew she was going to figure out what Rarity had really been doing, and Rarity wasn’t sure how she would react. Yes, the apology for the reaction to the photo shoot had helped ease her mind, but that had only been for a few pictures. Celestia only knew how her friends would react to her filming a porno.

She had been very surprised by the initial reactions of her friends, who normally supported all her endeavors. But maybe they had learned something about the way they had treated her and would be a little more forgiving this time around.

She wondered if she would tell her friends about it now, because waiting until it was released would probably be more likely to make them upset. The more she thought about it, the more she realized it was a good idea. It made her nervous to consider it, but they were going to find out sooner or later anyway. It was better if she were the one to tell them.

She spent some time now thinking about her financial situation, and realized that she couldn’t keep doing films like these to tide her along. It would be better to swallow her pride and explain the situation to her friends. That might make them more sympathetic to her choices, but she hated the idea of them offering to help her with money. She was a giver, not a taker. She was the Element of Generosity.

But the more she thought about it, the more she realized that she would have to admit to her problems and accept help. If she did this, she was almost positive Applejack would be more forgiving, having gone through a similar conflict herself.

With these things straightened out, and the disappointment about the costume designing slowly fading, she was able to relax and actually fall asleep on the train.

When she woke up, she was in Ponyville, but there was nopony to greet her. They hadn’t expected her back so early and she hadn’t written them in advance. No matter, she would see her friends tomorrow and tell them the whole story. She could do nothing else except hope for the best.