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Chapter 6: The Solo

“Now that we’ve gotten the first time out of the way,” Hard Core said, “it’s time we really get down to business. Rarity, you’re either gonna have a lot of fun with this or it’s gonna freak you the fuck out. Italian, you’ve done this shit before, so I don’t expect any problems from you.”

“Oh, definitely not,” Italian said smugly.

Rarity looked a touch more nervous, but now that she was getting used to filming explicit sex scenes, she was brimming with excitement as well. “What kind of things do you have in mind?” she asked.

“Well,” Hard Core said, coming down from his directorial chair and stepping close to Rarity, “first there’s gonna be a scene with you fucking yourself with a dildo, because Italian’s not gonna be there all the time and you’re still gonna be hot for him.” Rarity smiled. She had never used one before, but the thought had crossed her mind on some lonely nights when masturbation just wasn’t enough. Now she’d have a chance to try it.

“Then,” Hard Core continued, “when he comes back, saying he couldn’t keep himself away, you’re gonna try some real kinky shit. We’re gonna start with some role play. I picture you as a schoolfilly getting disciplined by the headmaster. It’s kinda cliché, but it gets good ratings.”

“All right then,” Rarity said, starting to get more eager. She wished she could be filming this part now, to feel that strong stallion’s penis penetrate her again. The thought that she was getting too emotionally involved never crossed her mind. “What’s next?”

“There has to be some BDSM, or it wouldn’t be a Hard Core film, know what I mean? You’re gonna be tied up and gagged, which might not sound very pleasant, but it’s what the ponies want. The research shows that—”

“Excuse me,” Rarity asked, her excitement having quickly been overcome by dread. “Did you say I was to be tied up and gagged?”

“Yeah. Everypony’s come to expect that from my films. They say it’s one of my specialties. You’re in too deep to back out now.”

Italian smiled. “Technically, wouldn’t I be the one that’s in too deep?”

Hard Core let out a hearty laugh, which set Rarity on edge. Italian was too cool to laugh at his own joke, but he gave Rarity a wink. Rarity smiled nervously back at him.

“So what comes after that?” Rarity asked.

“Well, if it were up to me, things would slow down a bit and there’d be a bit more dialogue between you two. Builds character. But ponies watching porn don’t care about that shit.” There was a subtle bitterness to his voice that Rarity just barely noticed. “So instead, the compromise is you’re getting an enema while you two are talking. Builds anticipation for...well, Rarity, do you know what comes after that?”

Rarity was starting to feel nauseous. She knew exactly what came after that, and the prospect of it made her very uncomfortable, to say the least. She was about to dig her hooves in and say it out loud when Hard Core held up a hoof to stop her.

“You don’t have to say it out loud. I can tell you’re nervous and I just wanna say that all rookies feel squeamish the first time they try that. It’ll be the last thing we film, so you don’t have to worry about it for a while.”

Rarity breathed a small sigh of relief, glad that it was going to be put off as long as possible. Italian looked almost disappointed.

“But that’s my favorite part,” he said. Rarity gawked at him.

“Which is why I’m saving it for last,” Hard Core said. “Your anticipation is gonna come through in your acting, which’ll make the film that much more authentic. You know that.”

“All right,” Italian said with a sigh. “I guess I’ll have to wait.”

In her nervousness, Rarity tried not to look directly at him. She glanced quickly at the ground, but caught Italian’s cutie mark out of the corner of her eye. Her jaw dropped when she looked at it more carefully. How did I not notice that before? she thought.

“What’s got into you, Rarity?” Hard Core asked.

“It’s his cutie mark...” Rarity said. She then started to burst out laughing. Italian looked at her knowingly and addressed it.

“Yes, my cutie mark is an erect penis,” he said. “How do you think I knew I’d get into this industry? Everypony in class made fun of me about it, and my parents were embarrassed to see it. They almost took me in to a specialist to get it removed, but I told them it was a part of who I was.” As Rarity listened intently, Italian became more dramatic. “It was all I could do to bear the ridicule day in and day out, but from that moment on, I had a dream. And I’ve come to realize that dream time and time again ever since.”

“You didn’t even notice my cutie mark,” Hard Core said. Rarity had never particularly had the desire to take a peek at Hard Core’s flank, but now that he mentioned it, she took a look and was shocked to see that his flank was bare.

“You don’t have a cutie mark?” she asked.

“I did,” Hard Core said, “and I wasn’t as strong willed as Italian. I got mine removed, and though I got teased for being a blank flank all my life, it was way better than what they would have called me. My name wasn’t even Hard Core back then. I had to change it to build a reputation in this industry.”

“What were you called before?” Rarity asked.

“Film Shoot,” he said, “and it was a great name for an aspiring director. But I didn’t make it to the big leagues and, strapped for cash, I got into this business instead.” A dark shadow seemed to cast itself over his face. It was at this moment that Rarity felt sorry for him, able to decipher his story from his minimalistic words.

“I should have realized it the first time I saw my mark,” he said, “but I was in denial until the harsh reality of the world brought me down.” Hard Core turned away.

“I’m terribly sorry,” Rarity said, trying to step over to comfort him. Hard Core stepped back, causing Rarity to pause.

“Hey, don’t worry about it,” he said. “It’s not like I absolutely hate my job. This gig’s got its perks, and I ended up making a name for myself after all, so everything worked out.

“All right,” he said, stomping a hoof down, “we’ve talked enough already. I gotta get the set ready so you can start filming. Get your makeup on, Rarity, cause you’re up first. Italian, you’re gonna help me with the camera.”

“I love doing that,” he said to Rarity. “At first I thought I was going to be a director, but then I made a name for myself in acting. Hard Core and I have been working together for so long that he gave me a chance to branch out. It’s gonna be a lot of fun filming you.”

“Well, then I assure you I’ll put on my best performance,” Rarity said, batting her eyelids. She walked towards the makeup chair, flicking her tail. Italian smirked and went to join Hard Core to discuss the camera work further.

Filming a masturbatory scene was going to be a lot of fun for Rarity. She had practically already done it for the photo shoot, and she relished the chance to do it again, this time on film. It would be important to keep up the performance the entire time, so she was nervous about that, but she was also confident she’d do a good job.

Now that she’d had her makeup done so many times, she’d gotten to know the makeup artist, Crimson Blush, a lot better. The two of them chatted idly while she applied the makeup with her magic.

“What do you think of Hard Core’s choice to film everything in one long scene?” Crimson asked.

“You know,” Rarity said, “I was just wondering that myself. Aren’t directors supposed to shoot short sequences?”

“Well, Hard Core says the most effective porn is drawn out in one fluid scene. The audience gets into it more that way.”

“Really?” Rarity asked. “I’ve never really watched porn, so I wouldn’t know about that.”

“Well, Hard Core’s the best in the business. It may be tougher to film with him, but it’s gonna be worth it when you get your paycheck. You’re gonna get a cut of the film’s profits, and it’s usually very good money.”

Just what I need to keep afloat, Rarity thought to herself, but she dared not say it out loud. She didn’t want anypony here to know how strapped for cash she was. Being poor was not very sophisticated, and Rarity was all about sophistication. Then she reminded herself that she was shooting a porno, so maybe she should stop trying to be so stuffy. Well, they don’t need to know about my financial troubles anyway.

“All right!” Hard Core called out. “I’m ready. Did you get her makeup done, Crimson?”

“All set!” Crimson yelled back, and she shooed Rarity on her way.

“Okay, Rarity,” he said when Rarity arrived on the set, “if it were up to me, the look of anguish on your face would tell the audience how upset you are that Italian’s just left, but that shit’s too subtle. You’re gonna have to say it out loud Then, when you start thinking about him, your hoof’s gonna slowly move lower until you start touching yourself. Keep it gradual, but build it steadily. Say his name out loud. You remember what his name is, right?”

“Um...what?” Rarity asked.

“Shit! Now I remember. You two never got to know each other’s names,” he said. “Why the fuck did I decide that? Ah well, I guess it ain’t too important. You’re gonna fantasize about him plowing you, so talk as if he’s there and you’re egging him on. Then, you’re gonna get frustrated, touching yourself just ain’t cutting it. There’s a dildo in the nightstand drawer, you take that out with your magic and shove it up your pussy. It needs to be rough, ’cause remember, you want this stallion badly. Get real vocal when you come to climax, and it’d be real nice if you actually climaxed for us. It’s more authentic that way. Got all that?”

Rarity had been listening intently, so she knew exactly what she was supposed to do.

“All right, then,” Hard Core said. “Action!”

Rarity just laid on the bed for a moment, a longing look in her eye that was truly genuine, though she didn’t care to admit it. Hard Core signaled her to start talking, and she obliged.

“Oh, where has my love gone?” Rarity asked. “I can’t stop thinking about him, even though he only just left last night. And I didn’t even get to know his name...” Rarity figured that was enough to build up the tension, so she lowered her hoof gradually, attempting to draw it out as long as possible. Truthfully, she was more than eager to find that dildo and stuff it up her vagina immediately, but she had to contain her excitement.

She found her lips and stroked them gently, the heat that had been bothering her since she started filming now burning at the touch. She couldn’t help herself; she bucked her hips and tried to push her hoof inside herself. Hard Core held out his hooves, giving her the universal signal to slow down. Rarity caught this out of the corner of her eye and obliged. She went back to stroking her lips. Closing her eyes, she bit her lip at the agonizing pleasure.

She could picture him now in her head, rubbing his cock against her moist pussy, teasing her almost like the way her hoof was teasing her now. She felt slick to the touch, and she was unwittingly staining the sheets, which thrilled Hard Core immensely. Italian zoomed in on her crotch, capturing on film the wetness forming beneath it.

“Oh, don’t be such a tease...” Rarity said aloud. She sensed that now was the time to start increasing the pace, so she penetrated herself with her hoof and found the sensitive nub within. The heat emanating through her body as she touched herself was starting to make her sweat. Italian zoomed out upon noticing this so the camera could film her sweat. It occurred to him just how realistic the performance was, and he knew Rarity was actually getting into it for real. He smiled; he had never worked with a rookie this talented before.

“Keep going, ah, yes, keep going!” Rarity cried. She clumsily moved her hoof back and forth, attempting to simulate the feeling of a penis thrusting into her. She remembered the dildo that was waiting in the drawer, so she used her magic to open the drawer and lift it out. The dildo was a deep shade of purple that matched her mane so well that Rarity figured it was chosen specifically with her in mind. That wasn’t important right now, though; all she wanted was to try this new instrument on for size.

Using her magic, she positioned it at her pussy and pushed it in. It was definitely a tight fit, but the warm material almost felt like Italian’s rod entering her, which was exactly what she was imagining. Rarity moaned as she gently moved the dildo back and forth, sliding it out of her vagina only to go back deeper.

Once her walls had stretched enough to fit the sex toy, Rarity started to make it thrust into her more rapidly. “Don’t stop, don’t you dare stop!” she cried as she rocked herself back and forth, almost as if she was rutting a stallion instead of an inanimate substitute. She could smell herself getting hot, which enticed her further, and she finally began to squirt all over the sheets. She let out a high-pitched cry as she climaxed, practically gyrating on the bed. She wanted to scream out the name “Italian” but realized just in time that she couldn’t, so she continued to cry and moan until the climax passed.

Rarity’s magic took the dildo out with a squelching noise. She stared at it, noting how moist it had become. A wave of melancholy suddenly hit her that she had only been pleasuring herself. How badly she had wanted it to be Italian’s cock instead of this glistening purple object.

Hard Core was loving this; it perfectly captured the anguish of being alone without her lover near. He motioned for her to speak her anguish.

“Please come back to me,” Rarity said, and she finally noticed how real this request was. She resisted every urge to look at Italian, because now she finally understood what had been fueling this heat for so long.

She slumped on the bed and shut her eyes, and the shot lingered before Hard Core finally said “Cut!”

“That was brilliant!” he cried, which made Rarity open her eyes and sit up on the bed. Hard Core had the biggest smile on his face, which still creeped her out a bit, but she was getting used to it now. “You were actually getting into it again, Rarity! Do you know how many actresses can’t do that? They get camera shy or they’re just so detached. But not you! What’s making you so fucking horny?”

Now being put on the spot, Rarity didn’t dare admit what she had discovered: her growing lust for the leading stallion. She put on a smug face and tried to shrug the question off.

“I guess I’m just really excited about being on film,” she said. “It’s a turn on.” She wasn’t completely lying, but she wasn’t telling the whole truth either.

“Well, if you keep this up,” Hard Core said, “this is gonna be one of the best pornos I’ve ever filmed. Don’t you agree, Italian?”

“I have to say, I’m impressed,” Italian said, which made Rarity’s heart soar. She did her best to hide her excitement. Italian continued. “I can’t wait to see what the rest of the film is going to be like, is going to feel like.”

“I’m looking forward to it as well,” Rarity said, now getting off of the bed and walking towards the makeup table. More than you know, she thought. More than you know...