Da Magicks of Moé

by Stotter

Rating: teen
Tags: Photo Finish, Slice of Life, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Comedy, Fluttershy
Length: 1006

A deleted scene from "Green Isn't Your Color" that features Fluttershy doing glamour photography for moé fanservice.

In a hypothetical scene from the episode "Green Isn't Your Color", Photo Finish has Fluttershy pose for photos better suited for pin-ups. She does this in the name of moé, which for her interpretation means plenty of fanservice. Fluttershy is embarrassed of course, which just adds to the moé.

Cover Art pending.

Published 2014-12-25 06:10:05 UTC
Last updated 2014-12-25 06:10:05 UTC

Oh...My

Photo Finish’s assistants helped Fluttershy get ready for today’s photo shoot. When they showed her the outfit she’ll being wearing for the shoot, she felt the need to talk to Photo Finish about it.

“Ms. Photo Finish, I’d like to ask about my outfit for the next shoot.” Fluttershy said with a look of confusion on her face.

“Vat is the problem? I, Photo Finish, chose that for this shoot.” She said entirely sure of herself.

“Well, is this really my entire outfit?” She asked as she holds up a pink pleated skirt in one hoof and a pair of panties with blue and white horizontal stripes in the other. She felt a little embarrassed holding out the panties.

“Yes Floottershy, for the theme of this shoot is moé. The camera will love you in that.” She insisted, either ignoring Fluttershy’s embarrassment or counting on it to add to the moé.

“Well if you say so. I suppose since I don’t usually wear clothes, it shouldn’t matter how little I wear.” She said more to herself than Photo Finish.

“That’s the spirit! Now put it on so we can make the magicks.” Fluttershy put her panties on one hoof at a time and then pulled them up till they covered her plot, stopping just below the tail. She put on the skirt next, and it barely covered her flank, leaving the panties fully exposed. “Now let’s hurry to the shoot.”

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At the shoot, there was a lone school desk and a blackboard for the background. “I, Photo Finish, want you to stand on that chair, rest your upper body on ze desk, und then turn your head to look towards the camera.”

“Oh, okay.” She got in position and the camera was directly behind her. She looked back and saw the camera focusing on her. It seemed like an entirely new and strange kind of attention was placed on her, which caused her to visibly blush.

“That is ze perfect look; so moé!” The camera flashed multiple times as her moment of embarrassment was immortalized. “Now slowly raise your tail, und then wag it like you are excited.” The camera flashes continued as she obediently raised her tail, which inadvertently; though perhaps expectedly in Photo Finish’s case; moved her skirt a little further up her hips. She started wagging her tail slowly as well, too embarrassed to wag it quickly like an enthusiastic little filly. That slow wagging turned out to be perfect for the ongoing picture taking.

“Is…is this enough yet? I feel so strange.” Her getting antsy to finish this particular shoot caused her hips to wiggle a little bit, a much appreciated gesture for the camera.

“Wunderbar! You are ze ponification of moé. Alright, you can get out of that outfit now.” Fluttershy was relieved, but only for a moment before Photo Finish had more demands. “We need to move on to ze next outfit.” One of her many assistants wheeled out a rack of outfits. “Give her ze one-piece swimsuit; no-no, ze school design with ze large white label for her name.”

“Oh, okay.” As Fluttershy put on the dark blue swimsuit, she found herself more comfortable with this outfit. It’s fairly modest as far as swimsuits go, and she had to admit to herself it was cute. She pulled it up onto herself and after putting it on found it quite form-fitting. “Oh, excuse me, but it seems a bit small.”

“Oh, but that is ze perfect fit for our purposes.” Before she could begin to suspect a pattern, they set up a stereotypical beach background. She was also given a beach ball to pose with. “Now pose like you are at ze public beach.” She goes to pose like she’s playing with the ball but the feeling of the swimsuit hugging her body combined with the implications of “public” made her instinctively try in vain to hide behind the red and white striped ball no bigger than her head. As she moved the ball around her body, indecisive in what to cover, the flashes of the camera started going off, once more loving her look of mild embarrassment.

“Oh, sorry about that Ms. Photo Finish.” She said after realizing what she was doing. She resumed her earlier playful pose.

“No need to apologize, that was perfect for this shoot. Your natural reaction to lots of attention is so moé.” She lets out a deep sigh, knowing she didn’t let anypony down. After doing this for awhile her sweat combined with the lighting made for the perfect shiny look for the photos.

Eventually her concerns became less about her being self-conscious and more about her fatigue. “So are we finished yet?” She blurts out softly.

“With that outfit; I’m thinking 4 or 5 more today, depending on our schedule und my mood.” With that news, Fluttershy had a look on her face that says she was either going to scream, kick something, or both in the near future.

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About a year later, at the Rainbow Falls Traders Exchange, Fluttershy was on her way to the antique chicken trader when somepony called out to her. He was an earth pony stallion with a coat that was part mahogany, part neon carrot. His mane was pink-orange and his eyes were some shade of green. He had a notepad cutie mark. He was carrying a magazine with him. “Excuse me, but it would be a huge favor if you could sign this for me. It would greatly increase its value.” He opens it and folds out the centerfold of her in the skirt and panties. Despite her great embarrassment at seeing it, her kindness overrides her desire to hide in a hole somewhere and she uses the pen he provides to sign her name on it. “Thank you so much.”

“Oh you’re welcome.” They simultaneously remember they’re in a hurry to get to there respective destinations, him looking at his watch before going off in a different direction than Fluttershy.