Snapshot took a brisk breath as he walked down the forested path, his eyes scanning the assignment from Smut one more time. The target was a mare by the name of Fluttershy, heard to be very attractive and even had been a model at one point. However, no pictures had been available because of the short notice mission, but he had known that a mare like her as their first cover girl would get copies to fly off the shelves. Why do I have a feeling that he is just chuckling in his chair at the thought of my reaction to seeing this mare?”

Snap shook his head clear and tried to focus. Just go see the mare, claim she will need a couple days, and pray that this town needs someone, anyone, for photography. He glanced down at his camera bag and his hand moved to touch the purple crystal that lay within. The enchanted gem that Smut had given him so they could instantly send messages to one another. A gem only photographers at the top of their field would be given.

A bird chirped and he tried to turn his attention to it, only to find himself unable to think about anything other than his new job. He knew it was temporary, a simple job that he could use the bottomless trust and resources of Smut to find another one. All while taking beautiful pictures of beautiful mares. “Augh!”

The birds flew away and he groaned as the cottage came into sight He was still feeling uncertain while walking across a dirt bridge that led up to a small, yet charming, cabin. He took a deep breath, smoothed out his hair, and tried to give a loud, confident knock for his first model.

“Yeep!”

He couldn’t help but chuckle at the cute sound from within. The voice was nice and smooth and he found himself getting excited to see the woman. So what, a barely eighteen model who probably got discovered early and now lives the good life. I bet she’ll even be small and cute from her reac– Snapshot’s brain simply froze there as the most beautiful turquoise eye he had ever seen now stared at him. “H–hello there.”

“Guuuh.”

“What is it?” Fluttershy opened the door a little further and raised a hand to her chest as she tilted her head and both eyes were now free of her pink hair. She was in a simple, light blue sweater with a long, brown skirt that reached to the floor. Once Snap had finally stopped admiring the yellow face and soul stealing eyes, he saw exactly why Smut chose a girl like this. The wide hips and gargantuan bosom, all kept to perfect proportion by matching him for every inch of his height were everything one could want in a model. “S–sir?”

Snap came out of his stupor as his camera bag slid from his shoulder and he ended up falling down the small hill that made up Fluttershy’s front porch in an attempt to recover it. Laying on the grass, staring at the sky, his bag clutched tight to his chest, he had one thought. I’m doomed.

“Are you okay?”

Snap glanced up, the small amount of concern alerting him to the fact that he had just fallen. He glanced back down, touched his different instruments through the bag, found them all to be safe, and started to stand. “I am just fine. How are you today?”

“I’m fine.” Fluttershy paused as he stumbled up the hill, trying not to focus on the goddess that he was slowly making his way to. “Are you sure?”

Snap glanced away and gripped his shoulder. “Can I come in for a cup of tea? I am afraid the train ride may have taken a little more out of me than I had thought it I would, and I do need to talk to you about something.”

The concern only grew in Fluttershy’s voice as he finally got to her. “About what?”

I am here to photograph you naked. Snap let out a choked gasp as the words flashed into his mind and left just as quickly. Recovering slightly, he strangled out, “After the tea please.”

Fluttershy hesitated. The man couldn’t have been much older than Apple Bloom, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t dangerous. In fact, from what Rarity had told her of predators, it could be even worse. However, the one glimpse into his eyes hadn’t been that of a predatory wolf, or a hungry bear, but of a scared rabbit. She finally opened the door the whole way, tucking herself behind it. “What type of tea do you prefer?”

“I don’t normally drink tea, so host’s choice.” Snap swayed over to the couch, tucking his head between his legs once he was on it and starting to breath deeply. Come on, just get your head in the game. It is just another photo. This is no different from the rest. All you have to do is see the picture, frame it, and take it.

He let the whistle of the pot cut through the clouds of his mind. Flashes of Canterlot sky lines and old beach fronts from his days as a young colt with his parents flashed in his mind. The first picture he ever took of quality came to mind, his mother with the sunset in the background framing her in a halo of orange-red light. The day I got my cutie mark. Works every time to get me in a creative mood.

He opened his eyes, and slowly, though she was in the kitchen, Fluttershy appeared. She picked up a small bunny that sat glaring at him, and held it to her face snuggling it. He smiled, and beckoned the scene forward. This wasn’t the picture he needed. He needed her to… to take off.

Snap’s mind stopped. It didn’t just stop, it started to self destruct. Bolts of fire ripped from his mother’s halo, setting ablaze any idea he found himself having. He grabbed ahold of his skull as his mind rejected what he knew he had to do. Snapshot needed to do something, but there was only one thought that his mind would accept, and it was the only course of action he could think of as even probable to work out.

Fluttershy came out of the kitchen to no one in the living room. She bit into her lip. “I hope he doesn’t get in trouble. He made it sound important.”

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Snapshot slammed a piece of parchment onto the table in the hotel room that Smut had rented for Snap’s stay in Ponyville. He pulled out an inkwell and dipped his quill in deep. And then, he wrote. You asshole. I have never met a more despicable man then you in my entire life! You may act suave and have the rest of Equestria fooled, but you are just some pervert who wants nothing more than to destroy young, innocent, women’s lives! I will not work for a monster like you unless you somehow prove to me that I should give any sort of damn about you or your porn. Goodbye!

He slipped the crystal out of his bag and pressed it to the paper. It immediately was enveloped in purple fire, the same color as the crystal. Snap straightened, taking in deep breaths as he soaked in his triumph. The paper finally disappeared and not a trace was left of his resignation to the single largest magazine owner in all of Equestria. Single. Largest. Magazine Owner. In Equestria.

“No!” Snap picked up the crystal. “Please. Return it to me. I need to reword it, take it back, just please, please, give it back!” Snap shook it hard hard, before peering deep into its depths. There he waited, staring at the flecks of darker purple deep within the enchanted gem. He closed his eyes just as it started to glow.

“Augh!” Snapshot dropped the crystal as a gout of purple fire singed off his left eyebrow and a piece of parchment got him in the eye. He glanced down at the orb and glared at it. “Think you’re funny? Giving me the worst news I could possibly get like that?” He bent over and picked up the parchment before kicking the gem across the room, all while his fingers numbly working the seal on the front.

Hello Snap. Thank you for the letter of resignation. You have succeeded.

Woosh!

Snap looked down at the new parchment on the ground and bent to pick it up. I am sorry for having done this too you, but now I can truly trust you with this mission. I know that Fluttershy is just as her name states, and that is why she was the best target I could give you, for if you were able to so quickly do such a thing to an innocent mare like that goddess, you are nothing like the stallions of whom I wish this to be for. You see, I do not want this to simply be a rag of smut as my name may lead you to believe, but a proper gentlecolt’s news magazine that also lets them know who the most beautiful mares in Equestria are. A magazine that mares will proudly show themselves in. You now have my limitless resources at your disposal, though I do hope you don’t use all of them. I can’t wait to see what my lead photographer and reporter gives to me, especially if he limits his options. And I’m sorry for forcing the reporter role upon you. No one else has even given this job a chance. Moving along though, I will give a cash advancement of three hundred bits as proof of my support for your morality, and will have your next assignment for you soon. And please, at least have enough courtesy to call me Sir Monster.

Snap blinked a few times before laying the paper next to himself. The drab wallpaper stared back, the thrum of the electric light overhead being all that broke the silence. He slowly got up, wrote his reply, and fed it to the crystal before slumping into bed, more then ready to let the peaceful setting take him away.

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Smut snatched the parchment out of the air and smiled as he read. He pressed the intercom to talk to his secretary. “He is still with us, and please do make sure the advancement is sent through.” He leaned back in his chair and smiled to himself. “Real softee for the ladies, aren’t ya Snap? Shame that you may not be able to spread that to those who will truly hate you.” He picked up the paper one more time and chuckled. Dear Sir Monster...

Author's Note

Smut is not an idiot of course, and would now play closer to what Snap may be able to do. This means no classy mares (Fleur, Rarity, Photo Finish) and no shy mares (Flutters, Coco). Those are just examples. Anyone else is allowed, but a couple of ground rules that I will probably keep putting down.

Ground Rules:
1. I will not do a character two times in a row. It is pointless.
2. You may recommend up to two mares with each chapter, but no more then that, otherwise the whole comment will be disregarded.
3. With every chapter, the board is swept clean, so resubmit your suggestions.

Next chapter will hopefully have clop, but we will see, won't we?