Trixie

Trixie sighed to herself as the crowd dispersed. Another night, another lackluster reception. She rushed over to the side to check her tips and felt a tear sting her eyes as she saw the ever dwindling amount. You’ll need to be moving on soon Trixie… even if this was only your second night.

She soon had her trailer packed up and slipped out of her costume. She held it up to her nose and flinched from the stench from it. As offensive as the stench was, the proof it held of how hard she had worked stung more. She slipped into the tiny shower within her trailer and turned on the water.

Trixie laid her head back against the tiles while her hands blindly groped for the soap. She let out a small yelp as the first of the water slowly came in and was bitter cold. Give it a few minutes, and it’ll get warm Trixie. Just gotta wait, wait for your rewards.Just...just like with everything else. She grit her teeth and brought the soap up to her bosom, deciding that the pleasure would be a fine substitute for what tonight was attempting to do to her.

Her hands ran along her large bosom, giving the large mounds a few small squeezes. Trixie forced a small moan out of her as the small bar started to turn her blue fur white with bubbles. Her hand brought the rough bar over her nipple and she bit into her lip as she roughly rubbed against the stiff nub, before sighing while she moved the soap away. Acting like it felt good wasn’t going to be enough to make it feel good that night.

Trixie soon left the shower, not entirely caring about her smell since she would be travelling again tomorrow. She slipped on a pair of gray sweat pants and a matching sweatshirt. She was warmed a little by the soft fabric against her bare body, but the chill of her damp fur brought her right back down. “Damn it!”

She trudged out of her trailer, a brush running through her mane. Her gurgling stomach had demanded food and so that would be the focus of her trip tonight. Trixie’ll probably just go to a late night diner. Something quick and simple. She looked down at her pocket and the extra change she had. Or dumpster diving might work.

As she got close to a small, late night diner, she heard a small commotion nearby. Trixie spotted two stallions arguing and curiosity gets the better of her as she creeped ever closer.

“I am not selling something like that here!”

“Look, you have a contract that requires you sell Equestrian Life Magazines, including this one. It’s non-negotiable, and no amount of protest will change that..”

“Non-negotiable my foot!” The stallion grabbed the package of magazines and threw it across the ground. “Tell Mr. Rag that that is what I think of his smut!”

Trixie glanced down at the copy that fell in front of her. On the cover was Princess Luna, or, well, Princess Luna’s tight, round ass. It caused her to blush slightly and she retreated with the stolen magazine around a corner before peaking in. With each passing mare, she found that the pleasure she had failed at finding earlier quickly was finding its way back. That is, until the last picture.

Her eyes widened at seeing the handsome, black pegasus. Her mind vaguely recalled his face, and she ended up dropping the magazine as she realized the missed opportunity. She went back and flipped the pages over to a gray mare on a rock. Not missed Trixie. Trixie was right to turn down his offer! She huffed slightly and put her hands into her pockets.

A slight jingle met her ears and she shut her eyes tight.

Vinyl and Octavia

“Tavi!”

Octavia looked up from her morning paper and took a sip of her coffee, waiting. She knew this excited tone of her flatmate’s. It wouldn’t matter what she did or said, whatever Vynil had in mind, they would end up talking about it. Reminds me of–

“You know that threeway I said I promised us into?”

She blinked a few times and took another sip of coffee. “Vinyl, I told you that we were never to talk about that again.”

Vinyl shook her head. “But Octavia, look.” She slammed the magazine onto the table and Octavia turned a bright shade of red in response to the yellow unicorn that sat naked upon Celestia’s throne.

“Wh-what is this?”

“This,” Vinyl said as she turned the page to a picture of a gray mare with only her hands to cover her modest bust, “is the magazine that he must have been talking about.”

Octavia covered her flushed face with a hand and turned away. “The answer is still a solid no.”

“Augh!” A blue aura covered the magazine and the white unicorn rolled it up before smacking her friend with it.

Octavia scowled at her flat mate. “What?”

“Look at the articles and tell me that they couldn’t do us some good.”

Octavia snatched the magazine from the air and opened it, trying to ignore the lewd pictures that filled the pages. Slowly, her scowl started to change until she put it back down and walked away from the table.

Vinyl bounced on her hooves as she followed her housemate. “So?”

She grabbed a new coffee mug and sighed as the machine wasn’t done brewing yet. “I need more coffee.”

Vinyl grinned. “That isn’t a no.”

Octavia glared at her room mate. “Don’t make me break out my bow..”

Vinyl paled and chuckled. “Um… now Octavia, there is no reason to resort to such...“ She watched Octavia raise an eyebrow and swallowed hard. “You know what, I think I’ll give you some time to think. In the mean time though, me and my new inspiration are going to the recording room.” Vinyl licked her lips as she walked away and Octavia simply groaned in response.

Spike and Twi

Twilight groaned as she got up from her paperwork. She had just spent an all nighter doing paperwork for her college, but it now left her drained. At least they let me work at home when I want to so I can also do my princess duties while running it. That also means I can force Spike to make me an omelette before I collapse. She smiled and licked her lips before she trotted out of her room.

She slowly walked down the halls, her modest bust swaying slightly in her one piece pajamas. They were a little big for her, but she wasn’t about to blame Rarity for that, especially when Twilight often would sleep at her desk in them, so the ability to slip her hands into her sleeves was useful for that. Besides, they were just comfy, so she still wore them to this day.

A ray of light through a hallway window caused her to immediately slam the curtains shut as she rubbed at her bleary eyes. She was only just removing them as she entered the main foyer. “SpiAigh!”

There in front of her was a large purple drake, one claw grasping at his scaly cock. It twitched in his hand as he furiously pumped at it, only now slowing because of the loud screech. It didn’t stop his balls from tensing though as the images of the mares were simply too tempting and he blew a white stream not only on Sunset’s face, but also over a good portion of the cutie map.

Spike finally turned to Twilight, still holding his impressive junk, and let out the most intelligent thing he could think of. “Uhh.”

“Get to your room!” Twilight could feel every part of her body burn with embarrassment as she walked to the table. She had spotted Spike like… that, in the past, but never had she quite seen the ending for him. No! Bad mind. The scientific possibilities are disgusting!

She slowly walked over to the map and gently picked up one corner of the magazine. The paper sheets slipped from her sweaty digits, and the pages turned as it slammed on the ground. Twilight felt her cheeks burn even brighter as right in front of her was Princess Luna with a fully exposed bosom and long, long legs, giving her bedroom eyes.

Twilight froze in place as she swore she must have the same coat color as Big Mac by now. She slowly spread her legs while not taking her eyes off of the centerfold picture as she ran one finger along the crotch of her pajamas. She bent over as her fingers started to massage the spot in a circle, bringing about small spasms of pleasure through her body as she imagined Luna looking at her just like that. The imaginary princess’ arms came around her waist just as the door to the foyer creaked open.

“Twilight!”

She straightened immediately, groaning when her thighs smack against the large table. She turned back to Spike, very aware of the wet patch on her crotch. He smirked at her. “Do I need to give you alone time?”

She blushed as the words from her first interruption of Spike’s alone time came to mind and she bit into her finger. She squatted low and picked up the magazine, now unable to meet her castle mate's eyes. “I… I’m going to go back upstairs with this for, um, research purposes.”

Spike grimaced slightly and sighed. “Alright, but you’re buying me a new copy.”

Twilight nodded and hurriedly started to walk back upstairs. However, at the top of it, a low grumble from her stomach got her to stop and turn back. “Wait, Spike?”

He turned back to her with an eyebrow cocked.

“Can...can you make me an omelette and bring it to my bedroom?”

“Only if normal milk is okay instead of breast milk right now.”

She let out a squeak and ran up stairs, the thought of Luna squirting delicious cream already starting to form, even as Spike laughed.

Fluttershy

Knock, knock. “Fluttershy, are you in there?”

Fluttershy yawned, her sweater stretching over her heaving bosom as she raised her arms up. She had spent most of the night with a new family of owls, and her muscles were stiff. Still, it would have been rude of her to not answer Derpy. “Yes, just give me a few minutes to wake up.”

She dashed through her house, her hand clenching the hem of her sweater. She had removed her skirt last night so as to be more comfortable with the owlets, but there was no way she was going to let her soft, plump thighs be exposed to another pony. Once the blue fabric covered her long, long legs, she finally came to the door.

“Hi Fluttershy!” Derpy smiled at her, her own large chest threatening to break the buttons on her mailmare outfit. Fluttershy knew that telling her that she should change it would simply get confusion from the innocent pegasus, and a disagreement about this being her ‘proper’ uniform. Instead, she simply ignored the tight short skirt that accompanied it and gave her friend a smile.

“Sorry it took me so long. I was just,” she paused to yawn, a small blush covering her cheeks because of it, “really tired from staying up last night.”

A small giggle came from Derpy as she held out the thin package. “Don’t worry. I know your critters can keep you busy, just like my packages can for me. I’m just thankful Dinky gets that too.” She laughed nervously as she scratched the back of her bright, yellow mane.

Fluttershy frowned at the unfamiliar address on the package. “If you’ll stay a few minutes, I could quickly make you and her some sandwiches.”

Derpy bit into her cheek. “Uh, thanks, but no thanks. That package was supposed to get here late last night, so I better get going.” She smiled only slightly before spreading her wings. “Bye Fluttershy!”

She sighed as the gray mare took to the sky. Another late night. Poor Derpy. Fluttershy shook her head and promised to bring them muffins when she got up later that day. Of course, she first needed to see what was so important that it needed to be sent priority like this.

Opening the package, she got a face full of princess booty. Her eyes opened wide and she shook slightly, trying to figure out if what she saw was real. She lifted a few of the pages up, unable to think straight due to shock. In front of her, two of her best flight friends were making a heart between their bodies, and Fluttershy found it very hard to continue flipping through the pages as black spots filled her vision. Angel barely had enough time to get the birds to help with her fall, and it would be a while before Fluttershy touched the magazine again, even if it was just to throw it away.

Celestia and Luna

Celestia slumped over her mug of coffee. The first lights of the morning were slipping through the window of her room, and she wished she could just set it back down. She knew better than that though. It was her duty, and her people expected more appropriate behavior from their princesses.

She glanced at her door for a moment and waited. Come on Luna, where are you–

A dark flash cut off Celestia as Luna jumped eagerly in front of her, her bouncing bosom barely contained in her night shirt while she spread her centerfold out for her sister.

“Ah, my eyes! Luna, get that out of my face!”

Luna pouted for a moment as she crossed her arms. “You will not insult the perfection that is my fine, toned body. Besides, you do know what this means right?”

“That soon they’ll want you for the swimsuit edition of Sport’s Illustrated?”

Luna put a finger to her lips. “You know, I hadn’t thought about that. Hmm, maybe I should go down to Rarity Creations and get something custom made for that. Do you think a bikini or a string swimsuit would be better?”

Celestia glared at her sister, her musing having spilled the solar princess’ coffee. “I’m happy Playcolt is out, and hopefully our good friend Smut will not receive too much backlash for it. Now, do you see my cup?”

“Why would you bri-“ Luna paled and gave her sister a wide smile. “Hey, look, I’ll get you another cup. No need to–“

“Leave the magazine, send me a servant with my coffee, and get, out.”

Luna turned into a puff of smoke and the magazine smacked onto the ground. Celestia groaned as she got up and walked over. She had seen some of the pictures already, but Smut had supposedly kept one mare away from them, saying that her pictures were still being enhanced and developed.

At first, Celestia thought it was Flitter and Cloudchaser and she let herself lay on the bed, enjoying the two pegasi’s youthful bodies while one hand gently rubbed at her crotch. Without her coffee, a little arousal was what Celestia had decided would be best to get her to wake up.

That little turned into a lot as she flipped the page and saw a fiery mane that used to light her nethers on fire on an almost daily basis.

A small gasp escaped Celestia as her fingers dug into her small, lace underwear. She had always had a hot spot for her students, and Sunset had not pulled her punches with her poses. Turning to the last one though, Celestia’s mind simply couldn’t resist it. She picked up a quill and a piece of parchment.

Dear Sunset,

I am quite happy that it appears you enjoyed your time modeling for Playcolt, and I do not mind that you used the castle, your current residence in Equestria, to do so. What I do mind though, is you not informing me that I have been sitting in a used throne.

Celestia paused in the middle of the letter, but decided a little embellishment wouldn’t hurt what she wanted.

It concerns me further when I remember about the dampness that had been on my seat that day. I would like it if you would come back for a day so we may discuss the proper punishment you deserve for having disrespected me and my seat of power as you did.

Sincerely,

Celestia

She looked at the parchment, her hand thoroughly digging into her nethers now as she thought of her student being forced to lick her hooves while she sat on the throne. Just some hot, forbidden sex, something Celestia hadn’t indulged in in quite sometime. And you still shouldn’t. She is your pupil and friend. To use such petty blackmail on her for a night of hot loving would be wrong.

A sigh escaped her, but she knew the truth. Those thoughts would have to merely stay as a fantasy, and nothing more. She went to vaporize it, but accidentally flicked her clit just as she gathered her magic. A gasp escaped her lips and a flash came from her horn. She watched in horror as the parchment’s remains zipped out of the window, directly for the portal to Canterlot High. Celestia thought about it for a few moments before laying back, trying to pretend that that had just been a part of her imagination. She knew it wasn’t, but if she accepted that Sunset might be hers soon, she would be thinking about nothing else for the whole day. And so, she simply kept going down on herself, thoughts of Sunset between her thighs hot in her mind.

The Cakes

Mr. Cake sat up from his place in bed and yawned. The early rays of the sun were just getting through the curtains and he winced slightly at the light. He turned to his side and kissed his wife on the neck. “Morning honey.”

Mrs. Cake giggled slightly before turning over and smiling up at Mr. Cake. “Morning. What time is it?”

He looked up at the bedside clock. “Seven thirt– Pinkie!” He almost jumped from the bed, but Mrs. Cake’s arm around him stopped the yellow stallion.

“She knew her train might leave too soon, so she told me it would be fine for us not to say goodbye.” She pulled Carrot down and snuggled into him before sitting up herself. “I do suppose we should start getting the bakery ready though.”

Mr. Cake groaned, but reluctantly nodded. He definitely felt the years on his body as he slowly stood up and put on a white button up shirt and loose blue slacks. With a little confectioner's cap to top it all off, he was ready to get to work.

His eyes immediately caught sight of a letter and parcel on the table. He trotted over, his hooves playing a familiar rhythm on the wood floor in the silence. A slight chuckle escaped him as he plucked the letter off the table, a memory of young Pinkie dancing to the sound of their hooves echoing in his mind.

“What is that honey?”

“A letter from Pinkie, and I’m guessing that thing she and her coltfriend have been getting excited about.” He scowled as he thought about the stallion who by all means he should respect and adore, but was also twice the age of ‘his’ little girl.

“Don’t worry honey. Besides, it may be something to be excited about, especially if it has the article on us in it. Why don’t you open it up while I get the fires started?”

He nodded and scanned the letter. Content that it was just her saying she would miss them and be back in a week, he opened the small package. What met him was an image of Princess booty that definitely got him excited, just as his wife had predicted. Carrot glanced back at the kitchen and proceeded to slowly go through the magazine.

And then Pinkie was staring back at him with a whip cream bikini.

Slam! Rip!

Mr. Cake charged his way through the kitchen, determined to rid his house of such filth. He threw the furnace open and shoved the pieces into it. Just as Mrs. Cake made her way to him, he was quickly trotting to the nearest sink and promptly throwing up in it.

“Honey! Are you okay?”

He struggled to lift himself up. “Pi-Pinkie–”

“Pinkie what?”

“I… I saw Pinkie in… in only a whip cream bikini… and it was in that magazine.”

Mrs. Cake blinked once or twice before joining him in the sink.

Pinkie and Maud

Pinkie breathed in deeply as her hooves crunched into the gravel below. It was always good to come home, and she knew this time would be even better. I mean, me and Maud both finally have boyfriends at the same time and we can discuss the best way to treat them. Or beat them in the case of mine. She giggled slightly to herself and threw open the door. “I’m ho-”

Boom!

Pinkie started to sweat as she looked to her side and spotted Maud looking at her through the newly created hole in the wall. Her eyes were half closed as always, but the slight downturn to her lips and the aura of death that radiated from her all told Pinkie that something was wrong. “Hi Maud. Pe-perhaps you could let go of my ear?”

Maud pulled back, bringing Pinkie through the wall. She looked to her father as he groggily walked downstairs. “I need to talk to Pinkie. We will be back later.”

Pinkie looked up as she dug her hooves into the floor. “Why would we need to leave to talk?”

“It’s about Snap. Specifically, you and Snap.”

Pinkie paled and mouthed ‘Help me,’ as she was pulled through the backdoor of the house. Granite merely sighed and got to work on the wall, happy to have his daughters back home.

Big Mac

“Hey, Big Mac, have you seen this new magazine?”

“Hey, this rock farm got an ad in here. I bet you guys would sell your apple stock in a week if Apple Bloom and Applejack posed for this.”

“Dude, please, please get your sisters to do what Flitter and Cloudchaser did. I’m begging you!”

Big Mac curled his fist as he walked back towards Sweet Apple Acres. All day it had been that. His fellow stallions were almost falling over themselves for this new smut filled rag. It degraded the girls within by just wanting to show off their goods. He would have put money on that rock farm getting more traffic, but a rise in sales was unlikely.

No, they would just go to try to tap the desperate mare who posed to try to save her home, thinking she was a whore. And yet all they say is how they wish this pony or that hottie was in it, and what part they liked most. They’re even willing to degrade a princess who probably only did it because of the publisher pulled strings against her.

He shook his head. Big Mac knew he was simply annoyed, and didn’t know the whole situation for those mares. He just needed to take some time to himself and relax.. If he stayed away from any stallions, he’d be fine.

“Excuse me?”

He turned to a black pegasus who was holding a camera bag over one shoulder. Big Mac frowned, feeling as if he had seen him before from somewhere. “Eeyup?”

The stallion looked at the folder he had, flipping through the white pages. Big Mac saw Applejack on one page, Apple Bloom on the next, and finally, himself. “Are you Big Mac?”

His mouth turned into a firm scowl. “Eeyup.”

The pegasus held a hand out to him. “My name is Snap Shot. I’m with Playcolt, and we were thinking of talking to you and Ms. Applejack about a photoshoot.”

It snapped in his mind in that moment where he had seen the stallion. The last picture in the magazine, the ‘luckiest stallion in Equestria’ as the article had put it. And here he was, wanting to photograph his sisters. He thinks we’re that desperate?

Snap pointed down the path. “This is the way, correct? Unless of course you want to show me some choice spots. Show the true beauty of your farm.”

Okay, maybe… maybe it isn’t so bad–

“I want to make sure that when I start with Applejack, it’ll be in places that show her beauty best, and that might make her comfortable when,” he swallowed hard, “well, you probably don’t need to hear.”

Big Mac scowled and stepped forward. “No, I want to know just what you plan to do with her.”

Snap frowned as he heard the edge in his voice. “Is there a problem, sir?”

Big Mac’s knuckles cracked. “I just want to know what you plan to do.”

Snap set his jaw firm. He wasn’t about to back down because of some some stallion, not after a princess had vouched and agreed to this. “I plan to proposition to your sister that she pose for my magazine, which happens to have them pose naked.”

Big Mac blinked a few times as his breathing came in faster, shorter breaths. “Just happens to have them naked? Like it’s no big deal to make them whores?”

Snap unfolded his wings. “I should go. It’s obvious you don’t agree, but hopefully Applejack will at least listen.”

Big Mac wouldn’t dare allow the chance that he had some sort of magic though, and grabbed his leg as he took off. Slamming him onto the ground though was merely the start of Big Mac letting out his frustrations.

Smut

Smut walked through the penthouse office, a forced smile on his face. Around him, about twenty board members stood with drinks in hand. None drank though, and all eyes were on their host. “So, how is everyone today? Enjoying the party?

He was practically trying to break his hands he grip them so hard as his rage spiked from all of the guests simply turning away. Smut finally let go of a deep breath as he looked up. Over the windows that looked over Canterlot were large banners showing off the pictures that were… safe for a workplace environment. As much as he enjoyed Luna’s rump, he had made sure that just behind the banner declaring the launch of Playcolt, was him and Snap.

Looking over his young friend, he couldn’t help but smile. His fellow board members had said that he couldn’t come to the launch party, so instead, Smut had decided to play a trick with Snap. I can’t wait for the letter that comes when he finds out I published it today. His smile broke as he chuckled.

The other board members rolled their eyes at their mad leader. They had been giving him friction for the last month, trying to stop this madness. Unfortunately, with a royal endorsement and the equality tax break by including every race, Playcolt didn’t have to sell too well in order to break even.

Smut’s chuckling stopped when the doors to the penthouse burst open to show his lovely secretary. Quick Note was panting as she rushed over to Smut. The other members saw the panicked look on her face and smiled. It had failed, just as they had expected, and Smut was going to burn with it.

Smut showed nothing as he looked into his secretary’s eyes. He knew better than to jump to conclusions, even if his heart was hammering in his chest. “Yes?”

She swallowed hard and held up a piece of paper. “Telegram… from.... Ponyville General.”

One of the other stallions in the room jumped up. “I thought we weren’t supposed to be disturbed until we got notice of the sales figures. What is going on Rag?”

Smut glanced away from his secretary, and then back to the letter. “Note, get ready to write down a reply, sent by stone, not by messenger.”

The other stallion ripped the letter from his grip. “No. This whole thing is already one big personal venture of yours. You will not waste our time by trying to get your sick grandma more pillows or something.”

Smut’s face darkened and he stepped forward before puffing his chest out. “Give. Me. That. Letter.” He didn’t wait, and almost threw the other man as he took the message back. Opening it, his gut feeling was confirmed, his face paled, and the paper crinkled.

“Send word to the hospital that he is to get the best care that money can buy, and that if I have any reason to think they have slacked, I will personally see to it that their whole facility is put through thorough government examination. Once you’ve done that, book me the next train ticket to Ponyville. I need to go pack.”

Two other members stopped him as he turned away. “You’re our leader sir, and this is your project. While he should have let you see the letter, leaving here is an almost assured sign of negligence on your part and we will not have it!”

Smut gripped the mare in front of him by the shoulders. “I just put my best friend into the ICU, and if I do not go see him, I will probably end up punching most of you!.” He shoved the stunned pony aside, and walked towards his office. He had packing to do.

Author's Note

So, a few things. One, no comments this time as the next time I publish on this will likely be the final time. However, if you want to discuss with me you doing some work with Playcolt, or just some of the setups made in stuff like this chapter or the world itself, please, feel free to PM me. I like to have my work inspire others to write their own stuff, and am always happy to help.

Also, it's your guy's fault that I had to do Big Mac as Snap's assaulter, as that is who you were commenting on last chapter.