“Fer da last time!” Big Mac snapped. “Ah ain’t interested in modelling for ya!”

Despite the stallion making it very clear he not intention starting a modelling career, Photo Finish seemed to be unable to accept that answer and had followed him all the way from the Carousel Boutique to Sweet Apple Acres, with Rarity following behind trying to defuse the situation.

“Darling, while I understand the appeal you see in him, maybe he isn’t the right person.”

“No, I must have him!” Photo Finished replied.

“What da hay is going on here?!” Applejack walked up to the three. “Ah just finished putting da east field saplings down fer their nap and ya’ll are squawking up a storm. What’s all da commotion about?”

Feeling she was the most level headed at the moment, Rarity stepped in and explained the situation. By the end of the explanation, Applejack was looking on with a raised eyebrow.

“Ya’ll want Big Mac ta be a model?” After getting an affirmative nod she turned to her brother. “So yer not interested?”

“Nope.”

“Ya tell her that?”

“Eeyup.”

“She not accepting no?”

“Nope.”

“Want me ta try?”

“Eeyup...please.”

“Ya go get started on of yer chores, ah’ll have a word with her, mare ta mare.”

“Thanks,” Big Mac said as he started to head towards the barn.

Photo Finish was about to follow but found her path blocked by the orange mare.

“Not so fast. My brother said no so ah’d appreciate it if ya backed off and respected his wishes.”

The photographer waved her hand dismissively. “He might be your brother but he is also the next star of my Apex exhibit.”

“The Apex exhibit?” Rarity asked. “You want him to star in your Apex exhibit?” She let out a squeal of excitement.

Applejack tilted her head. “What’s the Apex exhibit?”

“It’s the most daring and most talked about exhibit in Canterlot,” Rarity explained. “Every year Photo Finish uses the exhibit to explore and celebrate a range of subjects including sensuality, sexuality and the equine form.”

Applejack paused as she remembered that she had heard the name before.

“Wait, ain’t da apex exhibit da name of dat nude exhibit ya took us ta last year?”

“Don’t be so crass darling, yes the models are in various states of undress but it's about artistic expression.”

“YA’LL WANT MY BROTHER TO POSE NUDE?!!!”

Rarity took a tactical step back as Applejack looked ready to burst a blood vessel.

“Now ya listen and listen good,” AJ said. “Da Apple family has self respect and we don’t take kindly to uppity mares dat can’t take a hint.” She closed the distance and used her height as an intimidation tactic. “So ya’ll better start taking no fer an answer we’re gonna have us a problem.”

Photo Finished stared at the farmer for a moment before letting out a disappointed sigh.

“Very vell, if you both feel so strongly I vill look elsewhere,” she pulled out a slip of paper. “But vould you at least give your brother this?”

“What is it?” AJ asked as she took the piece of paper.

“It’s the royalties that he’s owed from those pictures I took at the festival,” the photographer explained. “I vould have sent it sooner but your brother ran off before giving his contact details.”

Applejack looked down at the cheque and almost dropped it in shock.

“Yer paying my brother this much fer some photos ya took of him?!”

“Do not accuse me of underpaying him,” Photo Finish replied, misreading Applejack’s reaction. “Those pictures of him vere B-grade at best, relying on natural light and an uncooperative model.”

Applejack struck a pose that quite obviously was her trying to appear casual.

“So just fer curiosity's sake, how much would he make doing some A-grade stuff?”

Photo Finish shrugged. “It depends on how well the images go over with the public but a stallion like your brother could easily make twice as much on proper quality photos, three times if he agreed to do the Apex Exhibit.”

Applejacks mouth hung open.

Big Mac was in the barn, sharpening the axe when Applejack walked in.

“So ya managed ta kick that photographer ta da curb?”

Applejack rubbed the back of her neck. “About that, don’t ya think you were maybe a little hasty in turning her down?”

Big Mac looked up from the axe. “Excuse me?”

“Well ya know, it could be fun giving this modelling thing a go? I hear that it can be a real confidence booster. Plus if the pictures get printed that’s free publicity. Besides, ya got the body, why not enjoy da chance ta show it off?”

“And how much money is she offering?” He asked sceptically.

“What? Why do think ah…” Applejack instantly crumbled under his glare. “a cubic shit-tonne.”

The stallion let out a groan, he desperately wanted to put his head through one of the nearby walls. He loved his sister but her obsession with finding ways to earn more bits, far beyond the level that was required, really grated his nerves sometimes. He instead chose to hang up the axe.

“Firstly, watch yer language,” Big Mac scolded. “Secondly, what da fuck?!”

“Come on, all she wants to do is take some pictures. It’s not like she is wanting ta sleep with ya.”

“Ya come on,” Big Mac shot back. “It’s bad enough that Rarity is now obsessed with playing dress up everytime she sees me. Just imagine what sort of ridiculous outfits that photographer would have me wear.”

“Ah promise you, she does not want to put ya in a silly outfit.”

“What? Does she want me nude?” He asked sarcastically, he then noticed the pointed silence that filled the barn. “DAMN IT AJ!”

“Rarity says partially nude may be an option.”

“Ah don’t believe this,” Big Mac exclaimed. “Ya were even more against da idea of me being a stud than Ah was. Now yer saying Ah should pose nude for money. Was it just da price ya were against?”

“That ain’t fair Big Mac, I was against ya studding for yer own sake. I support ya whichever way ya decide to go on that. But just think what we can do with this money. We would actually be ahead for a change. Not be stuck relying on Cider season and Zap Apple Jam to stay above water.”

Big Mac resisted the urge to glare at his sister. She really wasn’t playing fair but having a decent cushion would certainly take the pressure off. Besides, as the least stubborn pony in Sweet Apple Acres, he knew he was not going to win a battle of wills against Applejack. It was better to admit defeat early and find a way to get a little payback.

“Fine.”

“Oh come on just…what?” Applejack hadn’t immediately clicked onto what Big Mac had said.

“If this is going to help out the farm then ah will do it.” He then developed an evil grin. “Though since ah’m doing this I just thought of a way you could increase sales at the market tomorrow.”

“What?”

The apple stall was set up at the Thursday market as always but with a slight change.

Namely that Applejack was wearing an apron, a pair of panties and nothing else.

While the fabric of the white apron was thick enough to prevent her nipples poking through. However, in an effort to prevent side boob, she had tied it tighter than usual, causing it to snuggly hug her form. The panties she wore were a simple a white pair but still managed to highlight her toned legs and backside.

“Ah’m going to kill ya,” Applejack said through grit teeth.

Big Mac simply smiled sweetly at his sister.

“Come on AJ, if ya kill me, how am I supposed to make my photo shoot? Besides, ya got the body, why not enjoy da chance to show it off?”

Applejack let out a growl that just caused Big Mac's grin to widen.

“I’m gonna go unload the rest of the wagon. Remember, service with a smile.”

“Trust me, apples ain’t da only thing that’s gonna get served.”

Big Mac started to unload the cart when he noticed Fluttershy walking past.

“Hi Fluttershy.”

“Hi Big Mac,” She then noticed Applejack. “Oh my, is this another one of your bets?”

“Something like that,” Big Mac admitted. He then recalled something. “Hey, you modelled for Photo Finish, what was it like?”

“It was...overwhelming,” Fluttershy replied. “She is really good at what she does but she can be quite forceful in getting what she wants.”

Big Mac nodded, he remembered his impromptu session at the festival.

“So do you regret it?”

“Well the fame itself was exhausting but being a model was certainly a unique experience.”

Big Mac nodded, that certainly made sense.

“I mean it's not like I had to pose nude,” She continued. “That would be shameful.”

Big Mac’s eyes narrowed. “You already know, don’t you?”

“A little bird might have told me,” she admitted with a faint smile.

“Was it Mr blue jay?” Big Mac demanded. “Because ah'm really getting sick of him invading my privacy like that.”

“I’ll have a word with him,” Fluttershy promised. “Oh dear.”

While the two had been talking, Dumb Bell, one of the pegasus stallions that had tormented Fluttershy, had stopped by.

“Why hello there. That’s a good look for you.”

“Yeah, yeah so how can ah help ya.”

Dumb Bell wiggled his eyebrows suggestively. “Well since you’re offering…”

“Aren’t you worried about the, ahem, 'attention' Applejack will be receiving?” Fluttershy asked.

“Not really, most ponies know to be respectful to mah sister.” Big Mac said as took the last crate of apples of the cart.

“RWARK!!”

“And da ones that don’t will learn quickly.”

He casually carried that the crate the stall where AJ had grabbed Dumb Bell by the throat and lifted him off the ground single handed.

“Care ta repeat that ya side winder!”

Dumb Bell probably wouldn’t have repeated himself even if he wasn’t being choked. It was clear to Big Mac that if he didn’t do something, AJ might not stop. So after unpacking the crate, straightening the sign and checking for dirt under his fingernails he finally spoke up.

“Uh...AJ?”

“AH’M SMILING!”

While this was technically true, AJ’s smile was more manic than welcoming.

“Sis, ah think he gets da message. Let him go.”

AJ glared at his brother for a moment before releasing her grip. Dumb Bell fell to the ground and after several deep breaths, he crawled away as fast as he could.

Big Mac nodded before checking the time. “Well, ah guess ah’d better go hold up my part of the deal.” He turned back to Fluttershy. “Mind keeping an eye on AJ? I don’t mind her putting anypony that gets a little grabby in their place but we really don’t want to have to ask the Princess to pardon a murder charge.”

“Agreed.”

As he left, Mr and Mrs Cake arrived to buy some produce. They did a double take when they noticed AJ.

“Sweet apple pie!” Mrs Cake exclaimed. “What’s going on?”

“I don’t know, honey bun, but we better make sure Pinkie doesn’t see this.”

Right on cue Pinkie appeared.

“Mr Cake, remember that rule you made that where I couldn’t serve customers in just an apron unless Applejack did it first?”

Both Mr and Mrs Cake started to panic until Mrs Cake got an idea.

“Wait Pinkie, Applejack is still wearing panties. The rule still holds.”

Pinkie rubbed her chin thoughtfully.

“Give me a moment.”

She then raced over to Applejack

“WHAT THE…?!”

THUNK!

Pinkie returned to the Cakes, now sporting a black eye.

“It appears that my efforts have been thwarted by Applejack’s phenomenal reflexes and applaudable right cross. Before I lose consciousness might I recommend you purchase managed funds for both Pound and Pumpkin that focuses on diversified, high-risk investments that will see better returns over a longer period of time.”

Pinkie then collapsed to the ground.

Big Mac arrived at the studio. Having had some time to stew, two sides of his mind were battling it out.

One side was the somewhat jaded acceptance that this had somehow become his life, the other was seriously considering using a nearby door to break his hand. This side was eventually silenced not so much by how much that would hurt but by the realisation that Photo Finish would probably have him to do the shoot even if he had a broken hand.

With the absence of better ideas (having a nearby cart run over his leg doesn’t count), he walked in.

But before he made it to the reception he was cut off by Photo Finish barging in.

“The new star has arrived. Ve go!”

Next thing he knew he was shoved into a dressing a room and told to strip.

“Ah was told partial nudity was an option.”

“You vere told vrong.” Photo finished replied. “Now strip.”

Big Mac gave out beleaguered sigh as he stripped. As soon as he was naked, a group of makeup mares closed in and started assaulting him with various styling products. The mare with the blush, in particular, seemed to have it out for him.

Finally, he was pushed out in front of some lights.

“Now ve begin!” Photo finish said as she readied her camera.

It was then as the camera was flashing It was then that realisation sunk in for the red farmer. He was naked in front of at least a dozen strangers and no one one had told what he was meant to be doing.

“Uh…so what exactly am ah doing?”

“You’re helping me create the magics!”

“Could ya be more specific?”

Rather than get a reply, Big Mac was bombarded with a bunch of flashing lights.

Photo Finish would yell commands at him and he would try his best to follow them. It got a little harder when a big fan was turned on.

After the fan was turned off, a whole bunch of stuff was thrown at him. Literally, thrown at him.

Some of the things were fine like the fire fighter hat and the beret.

The axe had felt uncalled for.

He had mixed feelings about the live puppy. It was cute but he didn’t like the idea of it being used as a projectile.

The live snake was really where he had to draw the line.

“No, no, no,” Photo Finish finally exclaimed. “This is all vrong! Vhere is the passion? Vhere is the spirit?”

Big Mac just stared at the photographer, honestly not sure if she wanted an answer or if she was being rhetorical.

“LEAVE US!” She suddenly exclaimed.

Well, that was dismissal whenever Mac heard one. He clasped his hands together, tried not to look too pleased.

“Thank ya for ya time,” he said with a slight bow of the head.

Though as he was started to head towards getting his clothes, Photo finish put a hand on his chest.

“You stay, everyone else, go!”

Within 10 seconds, the entire room was cleared, leaving only Big Mac and Photo Finish.

The mare promptly started to pacing back and forth. Big Mac knew that was never a good sign.

“Listen Ms Finish... this is new territory fer me. Ah don’t really know what Ah should be doing.”

“It’s not about doing. It’s about being.”

Big Mac gave the photographer a flat look. “Yeah, that really clears things up.”

“You have the magics.” Photo Finish continued. “I have seen it. But seeing it is not enough. I must grasp it firmly. In you is a seed of brilliance that is asleep. I must arouse your seed.”

“Ya must arouse my seed?”

“Yes, I must arouse it. I vill tease and coax it, even be more forceful if I must. And vhen it is aroused I vill pump that seed until it comes forth, showering all in your magnificent seed.”

Big Mac stared at her, manage about five blinks before being able to talk to her.

“Yer fucking with me right now, ain’t ya?”

Photo Finish tilted her head slightly. “Fucking? Yes! That is it! Ve fuck.”

“Wait, what?!”

“It is the best vay to unlocked your spirit is to fuck.”

“Woah, hold up,” Big Mac said. “Ah came to model. Banging wasn’t in the job the description.”

“You are stud, yes?”

Big Mac mentally cursed that he hadn’t left the stud ring at home.

“Yeah,” he admitted.

“And fucking is vhat studs do, yes?”

Big Mac’s left ear twitched but after a moment he let out the defeated sigh. The maybe it was the day he was having, maybe it was the fact he was already naked, maybe it was the possible concussion from the flowers that had been thrown at him, vase and all, but he just couldn’t muster the will start an argument on this.

“Ya know what? Fine, but ah’m charging extra for this.”

Rather than reply, Photo Finish simply pounced.

Soon she was all over Big Mac, placing kisses and licks all across his exposed flesh.

“Yes, so might, so majestic.” She cooed before grabbing both of his butt cheeks. “So firm.”

Finally she took a step back undid her dress. Letting it drop to the floor.

With the puffy dress out of the way, Big Mac could see her slender build. She wasn’t malnourished, she just had a very lean frame. Her chest was an A-Cup and her hips were almost non-existent but everyone was still looked so smooth and enticing. It was certainly a body that was well looked after.

“Yes?” She asked, placing had on her hip expectantly.

“Eeyup.” Big Mac replied.

She chuckled as she undid her bra and let that fall to the ground as well. Big Mac had a moment to admire the small but perky mounds before she took his hands and placed them on her chest.

Taking the hint, Big Mac started to massage the soft flesh and play with the nipples. If there was one thing Big Mac loved about small breasts it was what they lacked in size they more than made up for in sensitivity.

Even with the lightest touch was enough to draw out delicious moans of pleasure.

“Yes, yes, yes, NO!” She suddenly exclaimed, pushing the stallion away.

Big Mac was confused by this.

“Did I do something wr…” Before he was able to finish that sentence, Photo Finish pushed him against a nearby wall. She took off her panties and grabbed hold his penis. She lifted a knee and rested it on the wall as she lined his penis up with her wet opening.

She slide in with a single motion, letting out a content sigh as it filled her. Once ready she pulled back a bit before driving herself back on the rod. She then pulled back again before repeating the process.

Slowly the two started to build a rhythm.

“Yes, yes, yes, NO!”

She then stopped and, with a great degree of gymnastic ability, managed to turn around, keeping Big Mac’s dick inside her but now with her back to the stallion.

She started riding him again. Big Mac taking the time to play with her nipples again.

“Yes, yes, yes, NO!”

She stopped as soon as she had started. What followed next felt like a wrestling move, resulting in Big Mac being flat on his back on the ground.

As he got his bearings back, Photo Finish lined herself up and started riding Big Mac in the reverse cowgirl position. Her lean body bouncing up and down on top of the large stallion.

“Yes, yes, yes, NO!”

Photo Finish stopped riding Big Mac and started to get up, obviously wanting to find another position. Finally having enough, Big Mac grabbed hold of her and pinned her to the ground.

“Listen,” he said. “How about we pick one position and actually stick to it long enough to get a rhythm going?”

“Yes,” she cooed. “Take charge, be a stallion.”

Realising he was in a good position already, he lined his member before driving it into her warm centre. He continued to thrust into her.”

“Yes, yes, yes, yes.” She said, hoping to drive on the stallion.

Things seemed to go well until she slapped him across the face.

“What da hay was that fer?!”

The only response she gave a was back hand across the face.

“That is uncalled fer!”

She then slapped him across the face again.

Big Mac let out a frustrated roar as he punched ground beside her head. There was a loud crack as the force of the punch was enough put a dent in the ground.

“STOP SLAPPING ME!!”

“Yes!” Photo Finish exclaimed. “That is the magics! Ve go!”

Suddenly Photo Finish pushed off Big Mac. By the time he sat up she was fully dressed.

“What?”

“Get up, Big McIntosh,” she ordered. “Ve must unleash your seed vhile it is properly aroused.”

“That’s what ah was trying ta do,” he argued but when he saw the rest of the crew had already come back in. As he was mauled by the make-up mares again he realised resistance was futile

Soon he was again being placed in various poses and positions as well as having random objects thrown at him, only this time he was dealing with the arousal laden frustration of being interrupted mid coitus. Though at least the erection died down slightly so he was only doing the shoot semi hard..

At last things seemed to wrapping up.

“Now for the final close ups,” The photographer snapped her fingers. “Finish him.”

“Wait what?” Big Mac asked, he then noticed the makeup mare that had gone at him with a blusher brush walk up to him. “Do ah need a touch up?”

“Something like that,” she replied before grabbing his dick.

“What da…?”

Rather than respond the mare dropped to her knees so she was level with Big Mac’s member. Due to the previous unresolved activity, it only took a couple of pumps from the mare to get him fully hard.

When that happened she leant forward and took the head of his dick in her mouth. Alternating between lightly sucking the tip and rolling her tongue.

Though as much as Big Mac would have liked to stay there and just enjoy it, he couldn’t let go of the fact he was being sucked off in a crowded room for no discernible reason.

“Is there…” he paused to let a low moan. “...is there a point to this?”

“Yes Big Mac, ve must capture the ultimate raw emotion,” Photo Finished explained. "Now give me your climax!”

While normally Big Mac would rationalise that this hadn’t been agreed upon, the rational side of his brain was starting to take a back seat as the makeup mare continued her ministrations.

In the end, he decided that since he was already charging extra for this he might as well enjoy it.

While the makeup mare only took the head of the dick in her, using her tongue and lips to tease it, she also started to pump the shafted with her hand. She kept a firm grip as she worked her hand up and down his length.

Just when he thought he couldn’t handle much more, she reached under with her other hand and started to play with his balls. She fondled the fleshy orbs, exploring their shape and the responses it was getting.

By this point, Big Mac was so lost in the sensation to care that Photo Finish had closed in the distance to get close up shots, the camera flashing in his face almost constantly.

“Yes, yes, yes” she encouraged. “Show that pleasure, you are in absolute sensual bliss. Now, show me your climax.”

Big Mac groaned in pleasure. He was close. The makeup mare seemed to realise this too as she increased tempo she was jacking him off and increased the suction she was applying to the tip.

The stallion’s entire body shudder as finally climaxed, filling the makeup mare’s mouth with his juices.

He stood there, enjoying the post climax high as the mare removed the now soft member from her mouth.

When he started to come down, he noticed the camera had stopped flashing.

“And ve are done.” Photo Finish exclaimed.

She put the camera away and approached the stallion.

“Thank you Big McIntosh,” she said as she leaned in to kiss both cheeks. “You vere a pleasure to vork vith.”

“The pleasure was all mine,” Big Mac answered.

“I’ll say,” the makeup replied after swallowing.

Big Mac was finally lead back to the dressing room to get the product removed from his body. Though rather than the full makeup trope to do it, it was just the mare that had just been blowing him.

Big Mac sat in silence (shocking I know), while he let the mare get to work, honestly not sure what to say after what had happened.

“There,” she finally said. “All clean. Though you may want to take a shower when you get home.”

“Thanks,” Big Mac replied before to ask.“So does a Photo Finish often ask ya to...ya know?”

“Less often than you’d think, more often than you’d expect.” she replied.

Not sure what to say, Big Mac responded with “Uh huh.”

The makeup mare shrugged. “I worked as a fluffer to pay for beauty school so I don’t spend nearly as much time touching dicks as I used to."

Big Mac responded with another, “Uh huh.”

“I still have a few connections in the scene if you’re looking to branch out,” she offered.

“No thanks, ah'm good,” Big Mac replied.

She took a napkin and wrote on it before giving it to the stallion.

“Here’s my contact details in case you change your mind...or if you feel like returning the favour.” She added with a wink.

As she walked out, Big Mac gave the best response he could think of.

“Uh huh.”

A mare walked through the market ringing a bell, signalling ponies that the market day was finished and that it was time to close shop.

“Finally,” Applejack groaned. “Ah can get dressed and put this whole thing behind me.”

“Come on Applejack,” Fluttershy admonished. “It wasn’t that bad. And by the looks of it, you had a successful day. Maybe you should do this more often.”

“Not on yer life,” Apple Jack retorted before checking the remaining stock.

She then re-checked the stock and got the same result as before.

There was only a third as much stock left over as there normally was.

“This is could all be a coincidence. It don’t mean nothing.” She muttered to herself before open the money box and saw that it also looked significantly fuller than usual too. “Ya know maybe we should try this again next week. Just to make sure today wasn’t a fluke.”

Author's Note

Thank you all for your paitence. This year has been supprisingly hectic. Hope you enjoyed it