Sweating The Spread

“What do you mean we have to stay an extra hour? I've had just about to hear with Photo Finish and her stupid hours! You better tell her she better arrange for another time because I'm about to walk-”

“Rainbow, please.” Fluttershy sighed, wearily plugging her ears as Rainbow Dash started shouting at the cameraman. “Shutter Bug just said we only have one more shoot. We can do it.”

“But.” Rainbow wheeled around, hardly lowering her voice as she began to shriek. “It's. Hot. I am hot. You are hot. Even little miss Lightning Dust Ball is a bucket of water. I can't even feel the AC.” She turned around to the cameraman and gave him a shake. “Tell them to turn the AC up!”

“Don't talk about me Rainbow Dash, I can speak up for myself.” Lightning huffed, raising up her half-full plastic bottle of water. “What, you can't handle the heat?”

“I'm just saying what everyone's thinking.”

“Well, I'm sure everyone's thinking you should shut your mouth. We don't need any more hot air.”

“What you'd just say?”

Fluttershy looked away. “I wouldn't go wrong for the temperature to be a little cooler.” She admitted, switching to rest on her left foot. Sweat was pooling from her temples as the dry air spun through the stagnant air from the fans they hooked up in the windowless room. They didn't do much with the large industrial lights, the multiple persons running back and forth changing boards and the heat wave hitting the city.

“See, Fluttershy agrees with me.”

Lightning only scowled at them. She finished her drink and then threw the bottle on to her chair. “Let's just get this over with.”

Fluttershy swayed on her feet, feeling the heat rise to her head. Even with this two-piece bikini, she was as hot as a dragon bathing in lava. Rainbow Dash was no betterm wearing a tank top and a splayed out bikini skirt. Fluttershy envied her slender hips and tight waist. Lightning Flash was wearing a bandeaux top, looking a simple green and white bikini in the front and a one piece in the back. Her hindquaters seemed the plumpest of everyone's in the room. Fluttershy discreetly poked her own butt and wondered what she should add to her diet to get the same shape.

“What's the next product?”

Shutter Bug looked down on his clipboard before nodding to a staff female member. The woman nodded, rushing over with a spray bottle that resembled a crystal honeycomb. “It's for...” Shutter rolled his eyes. “For you know...”

“Oh, for Celestia's sake. Why oh, why are we working our butts off for a-” She grabbed the bottle and shook it. “A cheap ploy. I mean, these things never work.”

“Sounds like you're experienced in that kind of disappointment, Rainbow Dash.”

“Oh, don't you start again.”

“If you don't like what I have to say, you can leave.” Lightning Dust strutted forward, she slumped to her right and rested a hand on her hip.

“Or maybe you can leave?” Dash snarled back.

“Make me.” Lightning grabbed the bottle. They wrestled, knocking the cap off. The bottle was sprayed on the both of them and Fluttershy as they both shrieked. Then someone ran into the room, out of breath.

“What happened?”

“The AC... The Ac... is broken. The repairman won't be coming for hours.”

Silence.

Rainbow reeled back a fist and knocked Lightning Flash's teeth out. “No air? I'm about to start a riot!”