After her ultimately disappointing alone time with Brightray, Hoofbeats left her room to rejoin the party. She saw her mom waiting for her at the foot of the stairs.

“Your friend sure left in a hurry,” she said, “Did you go a little too far?”

“Apparently,” Hoofbeats responded.

“That’s too bad. Well, anyway, I know I said I would stay out of your way, but I found this stallion you really need to meet.”

She gestured to her left, where there stood a tall unicorn, levitating a pen and a scroll.

“He’s a little old for me.”

“It’s not like that. This is Rug Burn. He publishes a mail-order catalogue of sex toys. I was telling him about your dildos; how they get all the way back there and really stimulate my—”

“Mom, could you not?”

The stallion leaned over. “Is this making you uncomfortable?” he said.

“No, you’re fine,” Hoofbeats responded, “I just don’t need to hear about my mother masturbating.”

Her mom started backing away. “Alright, I know when I’m not wanted,” she said as she left the room.

Rug Burn turned to the young pony. “You must be Hoofbeats. I’m Mr. Burn, in charge of the Nethertease catalogue. I was hoping to talk to you and maybe add your products to our stock.”

“Of course. That would be great!”

He walked over to the table where the samples were displayed. “Mind if I handle the merchandise?”

“Go right ahead.”

He picked up one of the samples and felt it between his hooves, bending it back and forth and eyeing the detailed curves. “Hmmm… good quality,” he said, “but how durable are they?”

“I don’t know. I haven’t pushed them to the breaking point. I have done a few strength tests though, and I can assure you they can take a beating.”

“Where do you get your materials?”

Hoofbeats gestured to the backyard. “I grow my own rubber right here and process everything from scratch.”

Rug Burn thought about it for a second. “That doesn’t sound very conducive to mass production.”

“Working full time, I could make about ten a day. I doubt the buyers will outpace that, especially from a new brand. If I manage to establish myself, I can bring in more artists later on.”

“I like your style. If you can produce five hundred units of a single model by August, we’ll run them in our September issue. If ponies like them, we can work out a long-term sales contract.”

“Sounds good.”

They shook hooves on it and Mr. Burn went to his cart to get some forms and waivers. Hoofbeats managed to evade giving Nethertease full licensing rights, but ceded 30% of revenue. In the end, it was a fair deal for both parties.

Hoofbeats was certainly proud of herself. She was so excited that she wanted to get started right away, so she went outside to pump the latex. As she scanned her little garden, she bit her lip. Her trees were still very young and quite small. If she wanted enough latex for such a large workload, she would have to order from an outside source. She sighed. It would take a full three months for a shipment from Ponyville to reach her. The only closer rubber tree plantation was in the Church of the Sun commune. There was some difficult bargaining to be done.

Author's Note

Sorry about the long wait for a relatively boring chapter. I was visiting family, and I'm not going to be writing about pony dildos in front of me mum.