It was just a regular day in Ponyville. The sun was shining, ponies were going about their business, and the train was running on time. This last part was quite important to its godly cargo. This glorious man stood tall amongst the other passengers in a fine italian suit as he plotted his diabolical pl–

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“Ow!” Snap clutched the back of his skull as his ears rang from the blow he’d just taken. Meanwhile, a gray hand placed a plate of burnt toast and scrambled eggs next to him. “Why? Why would you do that?”

Maud glanced back at him and said in a flat monotone, “He was your boss and your best friend. I would imagine you would pay him a bit more respect than this.”

Snap scowled as the ringing wouldn’t stop. “I’m actually going off of what he put in his own journals, so I can’t really do much else, can I?”

“Creative license, or else Boulder will have to disagree.”

He paled at the comment and spun back in his chair to look back at his writing. “Um, yeah, you know what? Maybe Smut’s style is a little too, um, odd to fit the rest of the book. I’ll see what I can do.”

“Good.” The mare then turned on a hoof and walked away.

The much older stallion glanced behind him and smiled as he picked up one of the pieces of toast. “Welp, back to work I suppose.”

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The other passenger couldn’t help but stare at the tall red stallion amongst them. He was in a fine italian suit and there was just something about him that drew your attention and made you want to listen to him. An almost primal instinct led most ponies to want to hear what he had to say, and he had used that natural charisma to rise through the ranks of the news industry. Of course, magazine’s aren’t going to get your face well known. Blessing and a curse I suppose. He glanced at the teenage colt that couldn’t stop glancing at him which caused memories of Smut getting his cutie mark as he told his friend’s about their school nurse’s panties came to mind and he chuckled momentarily.

However, he also winced at the memories of the punishments his friends’ mothers gave him and his buddies for it. Still, that had never deterred his dream to use his talent as he believed its true nature wanted him to. I only hope this Hail Mary works. He reached into his pocket and pulled out stone before smirking as he thought of his back up plan of burying Snap in pebbles so that he never wanted to see another rock in his life.

Finally the train arrived at the station and let out its passengers out. Smut scanned the platform for the mare that he’d arranged to meet with, but couldn’t see her anywhere. However, though he could not see her, the mare had found him and now jumped onto his back and covered his eyes. In a high, energetic voice she shouted, “I bet you can’t guess who I am?”

Smut raised a finger to his mouth before snapping it. “The next mare who’s panties I obtain.” He was surprised when the hands came off and he was spun around. However, Pinkie was more surprised as her knee found balls of steel.

“Ow, ow, ow. ow.”

Smut chuckled as he watched the petite mare bounce about the station like a little filly. “It was only a joke Misses Pie. Besides, I don’t keep trophies, I think that’s rude.”

Pinkie glared at him for a moment as her suspicions about Smut were seemingly confirmed. “Your meany camera man doesn’t seem to agree on that.”

He nodded at the anger in her voice and bit into his cheek for a moment. “Perhaps we should go somewhere more private while we talk. I wouldn’t want to have everyone hear your sister’s gory details out here.”

Pinkie puffed her face in annoyance but had to let it slide for Maud’s sake. “We can talk in my room at Sugarcube Corner. They soundproofed it once I started singing regularly.”

Smut stopped for a moment before chuckling. “It normally takes at least a little longer than this for me to get a mare to ask me to their bed.”

The pink mare scowled at him, but knew a verbal attack would probably fail. Instead, she decided to give Smut exactly what he wanted. Crossing through Ponyville soon became a nightmare for the older stallion because as much as he pretended to be a player, he had been too much of a gentlecolt and far too busy to live up to the title. Having a young filly like Pinkie bounce about in a short skirt and blouse was definitely out of his real comfort zone, especially since he hadn’t been with a mare under thirty in about five years. Still, he was a top notch actor and salesman, so despite all the bouncing about and a short panty flash, he showed nothing, much to the mare’s annoyance.

When they finally reached Sugarcube Corner, Mrs. Cake was busy sweeping the front porch, but still managed to wave to them. Upon seeing Mr. Rag though, she froze and the broom clattered to the ground. The older mare rushed into the store and Pinkie furrowed her brow while Smut laughed, “I suppose my reputation precedes me.”

“As a big sister stealing perv?”

Smut simply continued to chuckle as he opened the door for the pink mare and slipped in behind her. Both Cakes stood erect behind the counter and had plastered on smiles. However, Mr. Cake was twisting his confectionaries cap in his hands and Mrs. Cake was visibly sweating. Mr. Cake stepped forward and his right hand shot out towards Smut and barely didn’t hit him. “Welcome to our humble shop Mr. Rag.”

Pinkie scowled as she jutted a thumb at the suited stallion. “Mr. Cake, why are you acting like this guy is somebody important? Don’t you know he is–“ She found her mouth quickly stuffed with a cupcake by Mrs. Cake while being pushed to her own corner of the shop.

“Now now Pinkie, don’t you think it’s time to open up?” Mrs. Cake prayed that Pinkie would stay in her party planner’s office, but the moment that she let go of her, the young mare tried to pass her while her husband was still talking to Mr. Rag. “Pinkie!”

Pinkie turned on her heel and glared up at Mrs. Cake with her hands on her hips. “That stallion can’t be trusted.” She backed away as her second mother took a step forward with a stern expression and tone.

“That ‘stallion’ is the owner of almost a third of the magazine’s in Equestria including “Take the Cake”.” She waited for Pinkie to take in that fact before continuing with, “He may not be a normal journalist anymore, but if he likes our goods, we could have a professional at our door in days and an article in the next issue. So please, please be good. I normally would trust you Pinkie, but this is simply too important.”

Just then, the two stallions in the room trotted over. Mr. Cake glanced down as he stated, “He isn’t here for us honey. Um, in fact, he is a little worried as to why we would expect that.” He moved over to his wife and wrapped an arm around her as they both couldn’t meet the tall stallion’s gaze. Pinkie however could, and gave him the dirtiest glare she could.

Smut pinched the bridge of his nose as he thought and the family grew even more worried with each passing second. It was then that the door burst open and a griffon came into the room. The red stallion spun on his hoof and glared at him. With malice dripping from his mouth, he stated, “Piere.”

The griffon backed up as his employer walked towards him. “Sir, um, you–.” He became silent as Smut quickly closed a fist in the griffon’s face.

“You were supposed to have gotten here three days ago, reviewed this today, and then I would have been the extra surprise for the family. Now, explain to me why this didn’t happen.”

The Cakes stood in the corner as everyone in the restaurant watched the scene unfold. Every excuse was met with a cold, calculated, and harsh response from Smut. His employee had embarrassed him due to incompetence and bigotry, two things Smut couldn’t stand.

Mr. Cake wrapped his fingers into his wife’s hand and whispered, “You know what this means right?”

“I… I think I do, but I’m scared to believe it.” That didn’t stop her from jumping into his arms though as they let out a loud squeal of happiness while everyone awkwardly watched the griffon be torn into by his boss.

Finally Smut simply pointed at the door and growled, “Out. We will discuss your job when I return to Canterlot, and I would be ready if I were you. Now, go.” He watched the griffon sprint off and rubbed at his temples to attempt to get rid of his headache. I forgot how infuriating reporters and critics could be sometimes. He turned around and walked over to the counter. Five bits clattered onto it while everyone’s eyes were still on him and he picked up the glass to a container of muffins. He took a bite out of one and chewed slowly while he tried to formulate a new plan. It was when the Cakes noticed what he was doing that he turned around to give his verdict. “I simply must have the recipe.”

The crowd didn’t know how to react, but they decided cheering would be best so as to follow the lead of the Cakes who had promptly passed out. The [patrons tried to stop Smut for an explanation, but he was too experienced with fundraisers to let a small town mob stop him from reaching his objective. He grabbed ahold of Pinkie’s arm and whispered, “Meet me upstairs in five minutes.” A swift turn and he started to wave at his adoring public.

The gentlecolt kept to his word and was upstairs right on time. Pinkie scowled at him and pointed a finger while saying, “First you steal my sister and now you put on some show to convince me that I should like you. I don’t buy it. What are you playing at?”

He stood his ground against the angry mare and looked deep into her eyes. He breathed out and stated, “Downstairs was no staged event. I really did enjoy the muffin and have been asked hundreds of times to do a review of this place. However, I don’t assume direct control of my different divisions too often in fear that I will not be with the times and that my head editors would know better than I. This was a one time deal so that in case I got pictures of you, Playcolt could have an article done by a professional. I simply chose wrong on the reporter. However, as for your other problem, I did not steal your sister, so I would like a little more respect than what you have given me. I understood the train, but at this point I am ready to simply leave and Snap will be told to spend a two week vacation with your precious sister on that little farm of hers.” He tried to calm himself, but it had been too long since he had had a challenge like this; a challenge he didn’t quite have the answer to.

Pinkie tried to call the bluff, but the stern, cold eyes of a business pony were foreign to a simple mare like her and scared her. She looked away with a sniffle as she said, “Please, don’t. I’m sorry sir.” She glanced up at him when a hand was placed on her shoulder.

He took in a deep breath. Smut had to gain the mare’s confidence, and there was only one way he could come up with to do that. “I can understand fearing for your sister, but I promise that Snap means it when he says he will return to her. In fact, she is mentally putting him through the wringer right now. That is why I had to contact you, because I hoped you would be able to tell him that Maud understands his line of work and that he shouldn’t be afraid to get back to his job.”

Pinkie only shook for a few more moments before tackling his chest and sobbing into it. “That’s the problem. Your letter was the first time I had even heard of it, and it scares me. I don’t want Maud to be hurt like I hurt so many when I was younger, not when I should have been able to prevent it by simply teaching her my mistakes.”

Smut pulled her head up and gave the pink mare a reassuring smile. “How about a deal then? You go and pose for the stallion who stole your sister’s heart. If you deem him unworthy or a filthy pervert, I will make sure the farm gets a proper promotion in another magazine of mine and the photos taken of Maud will never reach print. However, you have to give him a chance, otherwise you risk breaking your sister’s heart.”

She stared into his eyes for a moment to watch for any form of deceit. However, Smut’s word was his law and none would be found there. “Deal, but we work with my plan.”

“Just remember that you haven’t heard what happens if I win.”

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Knock, knock.

Snap lifted his head from his pillow and yawned before glancing at the door. “Who is it?”

A muffled voice barely made it through as it spoke, “It’s me, Featherweight.”

He considered telling Featherweight to go away. However, Snap had been lazy enough this week, so he lazily slipped on a black shirt with a large set of dark blue eyes seductively looking out and a pair of blue jeans so that he could do something with his new friend. He glanced at the messy hotel room and groaned as he scratched his rat’s nest of a mane. The last week had been hell on the poor stallion. Whether by simply moping about or trying to show Featherweight some photography tricks he’d learned, nothing had gotten rid of his fear of being fired at any moment.

He drifted over to the door and slowly opened it up and gave a lazy wave to Featherweight and yawned. He then looked at the fine tailored suit on the other stallion present and mumbled, “Hello Smut.” Snap blinked once, twice, looked his boss over again, and promptly slamming the door shut in their faces.

Snap burst through the door again only a second later with his camera bag and a tie loosely around his neck. “Good morning sir. Is there anything I may do for you today?”

Smut smirked at the fast paced words and wrapped an arm around Snap before saying, “Well, seeing as you are still new and I should have expected a bit of stage fright, I decided it would be best for you to get some moral support from your boss. Besides, I was wonderfully intrigued by this other great photographer you had talked about.”

Featherweight paled as Smut’s eyes locked with his, but the contact was soon broken as Snap slid between them. “Now now sir, there is no need to bring him into this. Besides, he is much better at landscapes then people, so worthless for us.”

“Hey!”

Snap leaned towards his friend and whispered through clenched teeth, “You still want help with Twist one day, right? Then work with me.” He then turned back to the older stallion and asked, “So, who is the lu-lucky mare that gets my attention today?”

“For that, you will have to follow me. And Featherweight, thank you for the help, but it is probably best we part here.” With that, the older stallion walked away and Snap gave Featherweight a small wave as he jogged to keep up while being weighed down. Smut’s brisk strides made the trip take very little time, even though it resulted in Snap not being able to realize where they had come to until they were right in front of it. A hand fell on Smut’s shoulder and he turned around to fierce eyes.

“I am not taking photographs of a married woman.”

Smut smirked and opened the door before heading straight towards the back corner. “Now now, who ever said we were going to see Mrs. Cake?”

Snap furrowed his brow for a moment before recalling Featherweight’s attempt to get him to see a mare named Pinkie at her “Joy and Entertainment Parlor” as her back room business was called. He had always said no because he didn’t see how a simple party or something could help him out of his funk. And I especially don’t see how the Canterlot version of an ‘Entertainment Parlor’ could do more than hurt me right now. He sighed as he supposed an easy photoshoot could help, though he doubted it.

The door to the office flung open and a pink mare in a yellow bikini top and blue mini skirt that should be always showing her underwear came out. She gave them both a large smile before waving her hands in front of her and spookily saying, “I’ve been expecting you.”

Smut patted her head. “I would hope so. Are you ready?”

Pinkie nodded and pointed upstairs. “I’m all set up upstairs.” She turned to Snap who was pinching the bridge of his nose and stuck her tongue out at him. “You ready to get blown away?”

Snap felt a thumping on his back as Smut walked past him. “She’s all yours kid. I’ll be down here supporting you, spiritually.” Smut sat down and snapped open a paper before releasing a sigh of worry. Please, please exceed my expectations. I know I keep asking, but please do it just one more time.

The young stallion felt a tight grip on his hand and was swiftly pulled up the stairs by the energetic mare. Pinkie proceeded to spin him around as she herself spun onto the bed. She bent one leg and revealed to the photographer a pink slit underneath the fabric. Snap almost got shoved out of the photographer’s view that he had just barely slipped into, but the thought of failing in front of Smut kept his attention. He reached into his bag and pulled out his camera so as to flash the mare’s revealed pussy.

Pinkie then bounced off of the bed and slipped off the bikini top, though with her board of a chest, it didn’t have much of an effect anyways. She leaned against a wall while ruffling through her hair, but put a finger up as Snap readied himself to take the picture. Finally, Pinkie pulled out a can of whip cream from it. “I know my chest isn’t much, so maybe something to sweeten it?”

The camera covered the blush that was growing on Snap’s face at just how brazen the young mare was. He swallowed hard as the whip cream was applied expertly around her breasts and then just below her nipples, somehow accenting the small nodes. His shutter flashed and Pinkie ran a finger up the side of one and stuck the finger into her mouth. A long sultry moan came from her as she suckled the finger. It finally freed itself with a pop and she threw a seductive glance at him.

“You want some?”

Snap almost dropped his camera at the suggestion and wondered why he wasn’t feeling pain from this like with Vinyl. Did the week’s war turn me into a bastard, or what? He shook his head slowly and stammered out, “Why don’t we do one more with the skirt off and you on the bed. I have an… idea.” A quick repression of his gag reflex and he was ready as Pinkie slipped her skirt off.

She gripped her miniscule chest and looked at him with puppy dog eyes. “Are you sure you don’t want to help me clean these?” Pinkie kept her grin up as she mentally became infuriated. Her hands gathered the whip cream efficiently and she hated every awkward glance away from her as she sucked on her fingers. She laid down on the bed and spread her legs and was actually surprised when Snap nodded.

The colt then extended his hand and barely whispered, “Can I get the whip cream?” He hated the widening smile as she handed him the can. However, Snap had a job and this time his mind was demanding the picture as he covered her pussy, nipples, and then paused at her stomach. “I was thinking of putting something here, but I’ve lost my idea?”

Pinkie shrugged and said the first thing that came to her mind, “How about a bunny?”

Snap stopped for a moment as he thought about it and decided it did match the silly mare. A few moments later, and Playcolt’s soon to be logo was emblazoned on her stomach. He stood up and prepped the camera as he checked every part to make sure it was right. It was in slowing down though that the other pictures started to bother him. They felt familiar for some reason. Snap bit into his lip as he double checked the shot and for a moment saw something that caused him to drop his camera. He covered his eyes as he asked, “What is your last name?”

She rolled her eyes to the question and responded with, “Your boss has it, so you shouldn’t worry about such small details. Besides, I’m wai–”

“What is your name?” He was surprised with himself for the yell, but his heart was hammering in his ears as he couldn’t believe he hadn’t seen the similarities before.

Pinkie’s confidence waned for a moment as she muttered, “Like I said, your boss has it.”

Snap gripped his camera and breathed a sigh. “Pinkie Pie, I want you to tell me if the name Snapshot rings any bells?”

Her veins turned to ice as he said her full name. She glanced away and mumbled, “No. It doesn’t.”

He leaned against the wall and felt tears starting to edge their way up. “That… that makes sense. She couldn’t possibly be proud of having someone like me.” He slid down the wall and reached into his bag to grip the geode for comfort. “Just, just give me a moment and I should be able to finish the shoot.”

Pinkie stood as he slid a hand into his camera bag. Her hooves made almost no noise as she walked over and sat next to him. “I… don’t think it’s that. Not anymore at least.” She glanced down as he glanced over. “She probably just didn’t want to make me worry that you would be,” Pinkie paused for a moment and a slight hiss could be heard as her hair sank, “me.”

Snap put the hand that wasn’t clutching Maud’s rock onto her shoulder. He took a shuddering breath as he focused on the petite mare’s eyes and asked, “May I get an explanation?”

Pinkie opened her mouth and then closed it. She reached into his bag and both of them slowly brought out the shimmering geode. “You promised to return, right?” She waited for him to nod before asking, “And you plan on keeping it, right?”

Once more, he nodded.

She looked down. “Then you’re leagues better than me, and this shows it. Maud didn’t want me knowing because she knew I would react like this. She knew I would think you only wanted sex, and would break her heart like I used to do to young stallions. I’m happy that you never need to begin to know that not everyone looks at it casually at least.” She was quiet for a moment before standing and mumbling, “You have my blessing.”

Snap stared at the naked mare for a moment before rushing over and putting her in a bear hug. His wings wrapped around her and the two’s bodies were pressed tight. He tilted her head and smiled down at her. “Thank you Pinkie. Thank you, for everything.”

Pinkie glanced up at him and smiled. “Mind if you hold me for a bit? The afterglow was nice, even if it meant nothing.” She smiled as Snap winced from his ribs being squeezed. “And I mean nothing to you, right?”

He swallowed hard and simply stated, “You are a good friend that I am happy to have.”

“Good answer.” With that, the two laid down on the bed and simply snuggled, enjoying each other’s warmth. That is at least, after Pinkie got rid of her chest cream and forced Snap to strip down on penalty of being assaulted by her pet alligator. Not wanting death by possible housepet, Snap obliged.

The two simply sat there for some time while they reflected on what had happened and Pinkie soon found herself alone as Snap fell asleep. She smirked to herself and nuzzled into his chest with a plan to follow his example. However, a hard stick that was poking her leg for the past half hour only got worse with the action. She glanced at it and licked her lips.

No! Bad Pinkie. You just had a legitimately touching moment with him and your sister has him. An image flashed into her mind of Maud and her kissing over that erect lance and a shiver ran down her spine. Pinkie’s hands started to drift and she let out a soft coo when her fingers stroked her pussy. I’m just getting rid of the cream, that’s all. That was swiftly proven a lie as two fingers swiftly dug into her wanting pussy. She tried to keep her voice in, but she hadn’t had a naked stallion in her bed like this in years.

Her other hand drifted away from its accomplice and firmly took hold of her erect nipple. She writhed against the strong stallion as her fingers continued their treasonous behavior and finally she couldn’t hold herself back and submitted to the old instincts. Pinkie let out a long moan as fingers dug in further with her thumb firmly pressing down on her sensitive clit. Her other hand joined in as she pushed the nipple down and fiercely rubbed it. This continued for about a full minute before a firm pair of lips set themselves on her’s.

Snap immediately found himself overwhelmed by the experienced mare as her tongue dragged him into the kiss. It wrapped around his and he felt a shudder run through his spine. He could only try to respond, but he was at her mercy now. When the two finally did break apart, he was thrown down and Pinkie crawled over him.

She started grinding against his crotch with her own as she let out shuddering breaths. Pinkie looked down at the bewildered face of her companion and smiled at him. “We… we probably shouldn’t be doing this, should we?”

Snap put his hands on her hips and traced one of her balloons as he sheepishly said, “We probably shouldn’t but,” he paused for a moment as he forced himself not to finish early again, “I’m not sure any stallion can ignore a mare that is actively masturbating in front of them.”

Pinkie smirked at him. “Good,” she lifted herself up, “answer.” Her hips came down hard on his cock and she let out a gasp as she adjusted. It had been a long time, but she hadn’t forgotten the movements as her hips slowly ground side to side and she slipped further along until reaching his base. Snap groaned in return as her tight pussy writhed over him and gently pulled at him with each sway.

He still gripped her flanks, but was powerless as Pinkie lifted herself up along the shaft. The mare was in control and Snap was fine with that. She continued hard and fast on him as her whole body shook at the long forgotten joy that it brought her to do something like this. It made her unable to leave him for long and she shuddered with each downward thrust.

The bliss ended all too soon though as the pressure on her hips increased from her captive stallion. Pinkie raised an eyebrow at him as she lifted herself high above him and smirked. Snap swallowed hard right as Pinkie came down one last time. She almost cried out in ecstasy as she was filled with his warm fluids. Almost.

She slowly climbed off the now limp cock and sat back on her legs as she examined her handiwork. Snap was panting heavily on the bed from the unexpectedly fast sex and was trying to remember why it was that he felt he had screwed up. However, a slight hissing sound added to the confusion and it didn’t help that he couldn’t see Pinkie anymore.

Slurp.

Snap almost jumped as that nimble tongue had coiled around the tip of his dick. He glanced down to Pinkie continuing to spray whip cream on his crotch. It steadily rose as Pinkie’s lips gently rubbed against him while her tongue expertly lapped up the cream. Once the dick was erect once more, Pinkie spread a little more of the topping on its tip and closed her lips tight on it. She came off with a pop as a panting Snap held the sides of her head. He whispered, “You don’t need to Pinkie.”

Pinkie beamed at him. “Consider this a treat for being willing to take care of me. Besides, you looked like you were about to fall asleep anyways, so let Sister Pinkie lull you back with one last gift.”

Snap nodded and let himself fall back against the soft pillow. He let out a shuddering breath of pleasure when Pinkie’s lips came back around his cock. As she slowly lowered herself along the large shaft, her tongue coiled around slowly and tickled it as she proceeded. Finally she reached his base and spent a moment simply enjoying the taste. However, it didn’t last long and Snap was back to loud moans as her tight throat went back and forth along his dick in time with her head bobbing.

It wasn’t long into the intense blowjob when Pinkie heard him weakly utter that he was about to cum. She immediately detached from the shaft and instead moved her lips to his balls as one small hand grabbed the girthy member. It stroke fast as her other hand did the same to her own crotch. Hearing one last pleasurable grunt from Snap got her to finally reach her own climax as fluid gushed out from both ponies. She giggled as she pulled some of the semen from the dick and tasted it before recoiling at the bitter taste. Oh yeah, that’s why I always got off of it.

She counteracted the taste by sucking on the other hand and enjoyed her sweet juices for a moment before crawling up to Snap. However, instead of quietly sleeping, he was crying. Tears came down his passed out face and Pinkie could barely make out two words almost on a loop. “Sorry Maud.”

Pinkie recoiled at the statement and glanced down before squeezing her eyes shut. You went too far again Pinkie. She glanced back at him as his sleep grew deeper and the mumbling faded, hopefully to more peaceful dreams. Pinkie curled up next to him and swore no more funny business this time.

And luckily, she kept her word. The next morning the two redid every shot and pose as it was yesterday, and though Pinkie saw no difference, Snap said her smile looked more real this time. The two left in the morning on good terms with Pinkie carrying the photos to Smut. Upon reaching the hotel she rushed to the business pony’s room who looked up as she came in. “Are you here to tell me the news of our deal?”

Pinkie looked down. “You already know you won.”

Smut closed the paper he was reading and slowly walked over. “Did something happen Pinkie?”

Pinkie tried putting on a brave smile and happily stated, “No. The photoshoot went well and I even got him to sleep with me so that will hopefully get rid of some of that anxiety, right?”

He stopped for a moment and watched the mare. She smiled at him, but the bounce and energy was gone. She wasn’t worried or angry, she was simply confused and sad. Smut smiled at Pinkie and gestured to the bed. “I would love to hear the rest if you can, and then we can talk about what your job at Playcolt will be. Perhaps you would even like to stop and share a drink with me?”

She almost accepted. However, he was still just one giant pervert, despite all that he had done to help. On the other hand though, it was an outlet for release.

Author's Note

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.
4. If you aren't sure or want to debate wether a girl is right to be offered or not, PM me before you make your comment please.

Seeing as Maud and Pinkie are both smaller chested girls and earth ponies, Smut wants neither for the next photoshoot. This means no earth ponies may be offered, and that no matter whom it is next, they will probably be a bit more ‘gifted’ than I normally would make them.

Also, because of the end, yes or no on whether or not Pinkie accepts Smut’s kind hand and swigs of scotch.

Also, that was the older Snap at the beginning of the chapter and these future portions will usually be to tie up loose ends and questions you may have, such as “Did he at least marry X girl?” I will say this now, He will have a herd by the end of this. I wrote myself into a corner on that, but I promise to be tasteful about his mates, such as the fact that I will say now that Pinkie will never marry him. Also, if you don’t like herds or polyamory relationships, first, shame on you, they are beautiful. Secondly, and more seriously, it is fine to just take these moments as different timelines where this is the future he ended up at, as that would serve the same function in most cases.