My Little Porno: Fluffing Is Magic

"Harder, Harder! Cum in my ass!"

I'd heard those words a thousand times, the go-to porno line for poor fillies who think they can act. I almost stop right there, pull out and call her on her melodramatic cries, but I don't stir the pot, I just keep thrusting and act like this is hard, like I went in dry and I'm starting to chafe, gritting my teeth and keeping my eyes tightly shut, quietly grunting and moaning in pleasure. I'm numb to the orgasms now, sure, they feel pretty good, but that's biology. It means nothing. This job means nothing.

"Cut! damn it Carl, ya forgot to pull out! Now we gotta film it again!"

I pull out, my, now flaccid member unplugging the mares ass like a sink, my ejaculant dripping out afterwards. I pull out too late, as evidenced by the fat, old earth pony, yelling at me, our director, the ever succesful Smutty Reels. I look at him and sigh, nodding in agreement. I look down at the cute little pink unicorn below me, bent over a black leather, recliner chair. The sets housed within this studio are all amalgams of used, vaguely romantic bullshit and cheap furniture.

"Hey."

I lightly tap her flank.

"You ready to go again?"

She looks up at me, giving me a sexy, seductive little smile.

"I could do it with you all day."

Cute, someone told her i'm a big name in the business and now she thinks I can get her places, I might just be paranoid, but this isn't the first time this has happened, but for the love of Celestia let it be the last. I take my position behind her mentally psyching myself up until I hear that fat idiot again.

"Alright everypony, take five."

Not now, not now. Every muscle in my body stiffens, except for the one muscle that needs to stiffen, come on, happy thoughts, carl, happy thoughts. My mind races, images of calenders from when I was a colt, Spitfire spread out next to a fire, old Mandy Mare movies, come on, come on. Nothing.

"Come on, champ, let's get you fluffed up nice and proper."

I'm still tense over this poor filly, even as I feel somepony put their hooves around me, comfortingly. I stay there for thirty seconds, thirty seconds that feel too long. The filly looks up at me, scared. I realise what I'm doing and relax myself.

"Sir?"

I hear the words of the intern and listen to them this time. I shove myself off of the filly and leave as she peels herself off of the chair with the help of the intern. I make my way to my dressing room, past gawking, middle-aged stallions who wouldn't know their asshole from a hole in the ground, Celestia knows where, or why they get these dweebs. I always see them walking around these cheap sets, talking into walkie-talkies and staring at clipboards, probably just trying to remember what brand of tissue some vapid, wannabe star requested, moments before taking it up the ass from me.

I lock the door behind me, resting my head on my dressing table, slamming my hoof down on the table, cursing myself. I almost began to cry until I look up and see the posters behind me through my mirror. Inspiration.Old pornos from back in the day. Former glories reminding me of when I was a spry young colt with nostrils full of coke and a cock the size of my foreleg. I almost smile untill I start hearing things, false memories I've lived through before.

It's happened again, in my head I can hear laughter, mocking me, high pitched voices saying "It's perfectly normal for a stallion of your age!" Funny, real fucking funny. Stallions panic over this thing all the time, but when your livelihood rests on it, I think you're justified to freak out over not being able to get your dick hard. It doesn't matter now, we're "taking five", as far as i'm concerned, I've got all the time in the world to get this done.

I swivel my chair towards the TV attached high upon the wall opposite me. The TV's a shitty, ancient little thing with a VCR hooked up to it. I grab the remote from my dresser and turn the thing on. The TV bursts to life, right in the middle of an old porn tape I always keep in it. I call it inspiration. It used to belong to my old room mate, he was an asshole,but when shit went missing, he never blamed me, just assumed he misplaced when he was drunk or stoned. The cover was what intrigued me, it was rough, hard, and creased to all hell but, even through the damage one could make out two mares and a dummy wearing a wonderbolts costume. The box was too damaged to make out a title, and it was most likely the cover to something less sexual than the tape inside. The original mares gone wild.

I start to slowly caress my balls with one hoof, while putting the remote back with the other. The tape begins on a good part, classic stuff. This yellow pegasus is playing with her self while going down on a big, red stallion. I start to shake my cock, trying to wake it up, then I start working the shaft, gripping it and moving my hoof up and down the length of the old thing, not hard yet, but I feel it getting there. I begin to gradually build speed as the mare on TV does the same, she can't have a gag reflex, that's a big dick and she's just eating it up like a fucking hot dog! I'm too distracted by my own fellatio musing to realise I'm slamming my dick with incredible speed, but I'm still not hard. Fuck. I try to focus only on getting hard, jacking off even faster and staring intently at the TV, not even realising what I'm watching. It becomes mechanical, I'm no longer in control of my foreleg on a conscious level, it moves without my consent. I zone out untill I feel my foreleg ache, at which I slow down to a steady pace, sweating and exhausted.

I begin to think. What happens if I can't be in porn anymore, what's my fallback plan? What do I do to earn money? How will I pay the rent? The reality begins to set in and my eyes begin to well up. I grab the remote, turning the TV off before throwing the remote and shoving my face in my hooves, quietly sobbing to myself. In a final moment of desperation, I grab my flaccid member, praying to Celestia it would work and trying so hard that I hit myself in the crotch every time I pulled back. I began to shake from crying.
I took the old bottle of champagne from my dresser. It was a gift after I won an award at some dumb porno convention "Best male flank" I was so flattered. Creampie gave it to me, she didn't drink but some fan gave it to her. I popped the cork and began to drink from the bottle, staring into my dressing room mirror.

There was a knock on the door. I tried not to sound too hoarse as I yelled out.

"Hello?"

"It's smutty, can I come in?"

Great, that fat fuck, he's the last pony I want to see right now, Celestia know why I invited him in.

"Sure, come on in."

At least he closed the door behind him this time. He spoke in that croaky, old, Manehattan accent.

"So, ya all fluffed up?"

I didn't break eye contact with myself as I stared into the mirror.

"I can't do it, I just c-can’t."

I choked back tears as I waited for a response.

"Can't do what?"

I began to choke up even worse, sputtering out a short sentence before bursting into hysterical tears.

"Get hard!"

He stared at me as I slammed my head against my dresser, crying, my hoof still wrapped around the green bottle being pulled left and right by my clumsy hoof.