Suri's Modeling Gig

Suri Polomare paced around her kitchen table, eyes occasionally making contact with the recently-opened letter lying in the center. She chewed the inside of her cheek, hating herself for even giving the letter’s contents a second thought. Hating that she had given it a first thought.

And, above both, hated that she was forced to even consider it.

After her defeat in Fashion Week, the designer world had been quick to discover her cheating. Of course, ponies had suspected when she come in bearing a completely new round of dresses than her entries, but the real nail on the coffin had come when she’d failed to reproduce the rare fabric she had… ‘borrowed’ from Rarity.

Gossip and scandals spread like wildfire among fashionistas, and Suri’s was no exception. Right now, her name was mud in the world of fashion. No jobs or commissions had come in ever since. Even her long time customers were keeping their distance for the moment.

It would, eventually, pass… she hoped. Once a new scandal emerged, a famous but old designer died, or something else came along then all this drama would be swept aside in favor of that. Suri had seen it happen time and again. Heck, Prim Hemline herself had once been caught plagiarizing designs before. Though she had taken from seasons prior, it had still been a scandal, yet her reputation had recovered enough for her to host Fashion Week.

Fashionistas had short memories, and even shorter attention spans.

As long as Suri could wait, her patience would be rewarded with business once again. But until that day, she needed to pay rent.

And thus, the offer on the table before her reared it’s ugly head once again.

As a self-proclaimed above average mare, Suri had always considered modeling to be an ideal fallback. She’d maintained the bare necessities of headshots and decent relationships with photographers over the years on the off chance she’d need to pull some strings.

Sadly, only one string could be pulled this time around.

Photo Finish was a big name in the fashion industry, and well-known for her tendency to do random, experimental shoots just for the ‘experience’ they provided. And it just so happened that she was doing a shoot for an adult foal catalog.

And had offered the modeling job to Suri, hence the letter and hence her confliction on the matter.

“Grr…” Suri’s ears flopped just thinking of what she’d have to do. Model adult foal clothes? It was ridiculous! Humiliating! Shameful!

She was a well respected-- She was a formerly-and-soon-to-be-again well respected fashionista. Something like this on her resume would be dreadful. The stain on her reputation would be way more permanent than her petty scandal.

She couldn’t do it. There was just no way. Nothing could ever convince her and that was final!

Suri’s pacing ceased and she approached the letter, prepared to scoop it up and throw it away. Yet, before she could, her eyes drifted down the lines and saw the promised paycheck awaiting her.

She swallowed. “T-That’s quite a few zeros.” Apparently models willing to dress up like foals were hard to come by.

Wait, did that mean she could negotiate for even more if she wanted?

Without even meaning to, Suri thought about this month’s rent. That was, when? This week. If her landlord was in a good mood, maybe next. Either way, not long enough for her to wait for a different potential gig.

She really couldn’t afford to pass this up, could she? The more Suri thought about it, the more she realized how backed into a corner she was. Her bank account was being whittled down with each passing week, Coco had abandoned her--ungrateful traitor--and a miracle wasn’t looming over the horizon. Heck, this probably was a close as she was going to get to one.

With a groan, a moan, a sigh and whole lot of stamping her hooves, Suri grumbly dug up a pen and paper to write back, saying she would take the job.

Her pride was worth a lot to her, but then again, so was money.

And besides, what fashionista actually read adult foal catalogs? Her reputation would be fine at the end of the day. ...She hoped.

When she’d finished her response, she folded the paper up and sealed it inside an envelope. Suri sighed. “I just know I--”

“--won’t regret zis!” Photo Finish declared with a powerful smile.

Suri managed a weak one of her own in return. The day of the shoot had come up much too fast for her liking. Photo had mailed back a contract, Suri waited till the last possible second hoping for a better offer to come along, and then signed.

Now here she was, being escorted through the Photo Finish’s large, private studio. All around them employees shuffled by, carrying light fixtures, those weird suitcase-camera things Photo Finish is so fond of, and more. Suri barely payed attention; she was too busy dreading what was about to happen.

A pit had already formed in her stomach, and their destination still loomed overhead. Suri had flashes of thoughts, most about weaseling out, but the choice had already been made.

Lost in her reluctance, she barely noticed Photo Finish was still talking. “--ze adult foal market is totally untapped right now. You could make quite ze name for yourself in it if you wish.”

“Uh…” Suri’s eyelid twitched at the proposal. Photo was joking, right? “I-I think I’m fine. You don’t honestly expect me to--”

“Enough!” Photo declared loudly, pointing towards the open door of an upcoming set room. “Ve go now!”

“...Right.” As Photo strutted forward, Suri had to force herself to keep walking. I can’t believe I’m really going to do this.

Photo rounded disappeared behind the door to the set room, though Suri still had her reservations holding her back. She reached to push open the door, stopping just short of touching it.

Breathing deeply, she tried to calm her unsettled stomach. Just put it on whatever outfit it is, let them take the pictures, and leave. Simple. So simple. So… embarrassing.

Her hoof was shaking, but she pushed open the door anyway.

The set spilled into view. Suri hadn’t really been expecting much, so she was surprised to find that it was more than just a white backdrop awaiting her. Props were spaced out just before the backdrop. A large crib, a highchair, and several over-sized foal toys rested nearby.

Internally, Suri groaned. Externally, she just winced.

All around the set, Photo’s employees hurried about their jobs. Lights were being adjusted, brightened, dimmed, and everything in between. Some lamps had been hung over the backdrop, but most filled the space around.

In between were the cameras, at least three, set up and pointed at the set, viciously awaiting their chance to witness and capture Suri’s humiliation.

Just the sight of it all did wonders for Suri’s nerves.

“Alright everypony!” Photo Finish yelled. Her assistants all stood at attention, ready to act on her every word.

Just seeing it gave Suri flashbacks to the days when she had her own assistant. The remainder of her former position only served to punctuate what was about to happen.

“Ve have a catalog worth of clothes to get through and only eight hours to do it,” Photo continued.

Suri flinched. An entire catalog of clothes? Eight hours? Instinctively she looked around, but failed to see any other models in the room besides herself. Were they coming later? Was this a rotation-style shoot? Or could it be that…

“No delaying!” Photo shouted. “Ve start… NOW!”

The room surged. Ponies hopped into place, ready to work the lights and extra cameras at a moment’s notice. Some left, their job of setting up done. A few stuck behind, be seemed to just stay off to the sidelines for now, their purpose unclear.

Photo approached Suri. “Are you ready? Zis will be quite the challenge.”

“Uh… wait a moment,” Suri struggled to grasp the situation. “I… I’m the only model.”

“Yes.” Photo’s curt nod made Suri’s stomach flop.

“I… I have to wear all the clothes?” Suri whispered.

“No.” Photo shook her head, dispelling that fear. Before Suri could even sigh with relief, she nearly choked when her boss kept going. “Ze pink and purple outfits vould not go vell with your colors. Ze vould blend in, no? Ve have another model lined up for those tomorrow. Everything else is yours.”

“Uh, bu--, wha--” Suri couldn’t find the words, so taken aback at what her job had become.

“So excited you’re speechless,” Photo poorly observed. She turned to the room to address everypony. “Now vhere is ze pony in charge of ze outfits? I said no delays!”

One of the sideliners stepped forward. “She’s in the dressing room ma’am, already ready.”

“Vell, good!” Photo yelled. Turning back to Suri, she smiled. “I knew zhere was a reason I hired her. She may be young, but her work ethic is stronger than a yak benchpressing a train. You know?”

“No,” Suri squeaked, finally able to articulate her feelings about the situation.

Photo shrugged. “Vhatever. Ve have work to do anyways!” She hooked a hoof around Suri, pulling her forward.

They headed toward the back wall, for a door labeled ‘dressing room’. Suri wanted to struggle free and run off now, but still found herself too shocked to do anything besides move with Photo Finish.

What had happened. Had she read the contract wrong? Had she misinterpreted this shoot from the very beginning? Suri had expected to wear three adult foal dress at a maximum and now she was going to be going through a catalog worth?

She should’ve known that paycheck was too good to be true.

As they neared the door, Suri forced a smile on her face and tried to think of the upside to what was happening. It took her a moment to even do that, but there were some… not as bad aspects about this.

The money, for one, was very real and very tantalizing. The promised paycheck was probably the one reason she hadn’t bolted already, though had she known up front what this job would entail, she knew she would’ve turned it down, desperate or not.

The fact that, while embarrassing, this wouldn’t ruin her reputation was another thing. Nopony here aside from Photo had any actual presence in the fashion industry. In fact, she suspected most of the grunts here to think she was just some model. As long as Photo Finish could keep her mouth shut (though that seemed like a challenge in itself) things would be… bearable.

Photo kicked open the door to the dressing room. “Coco, ze talent has arrived!”

Suri paled. For a moment, she could only hear the sounds of shattering glass.

That-- No… No… No no no no no no no NO!

Wait, calm down. It couldn’t possibly be the same Coco who betrayed me, stole my victory and gave it to Rarity, then quit right after to leave me floundering without a way to use that special fabric ever again to run my reputation into the ground.

No, surely it’s a different pony.

A familiar blue bob bounced into view, however, accompanied by the very same pony who had once been Suri’s lowly assistant.

Another round of glass shattering dominated Suri’s hearing.

Coco Pommel smiled at the sight of Photo. “Hello, Ms. Finish. I’ve got all the dresses for today’s shoot ready. Where’s the…” Her eyes wandered over to Suri and everything about Coco’s cheery expression dampened. “Uh… Ms. Polom-- I mean, Sur-- I mean, uh, I don’t know what I mean.”

Suri just clenched her jaw, bared her teeth, and failed to make eye contact. “Coco,” she hissed.

Photo looked from one to the other, eyebrow rising behind her massive shades. “Ah, I see. You two have worked with each other before zhen?”

“Uh… y-yup.” Coco stammered, the sight of her former boss clearly more than agitating her.

“Unfortunately,” Suri grumbled.

Photo Finish clapped. “Wunderbar! Zis means it should be that much easier to vork vith one another, no?”

“You mean S-Suri and I have to dress the models t-together?” Coco shuffled, chewing her cheek.

“Eh?” Photo snickered. “No no. You’ve got it all wrong, Coco.”

“Oh Celestia just kill me now,” Suri breathed.

“You see,” Photo continued. “Suri is ze model!”

A deafening silence fell over them. Coco’s eyes bulged and widened, the news smacking her across the face.

Suri’s face bloomed red and she looked away, unable to make any eye contact. Nopony said anything for a while, but then.

“Hee hee hee…”

Coco’s laugh. Coco Pommel was actually laughing at her.

Rage boiled inside of Suri. She whipped her head around with a nasty snarl on her face. “SHUT UP!”

Coco stopped short, her time as Suri’s assistant conditioning her to freeze when she heard that yell.

Suri kept her face tense with embarrassment masking as rage. As painful as her situation was, she would not be looked down upon by Coco of all ponies.

“Bah, I hate ze friction between ze models and outfiters.” Photo nudged Suri forward. “Have her diapered and in a onesie in ze next five minutes.”

Suri jutted to a stop. “Excuse me, but did you say… d-diapers?” The word stumbled out of her mouth.

“Yes, of course. Vhat did you think I said? Pipers?” Photo tapped her chin. “Because why would I say pipers?”

Suri shook her head. “I- I’m sorry, there must be some mistake. I’m only supposed to be wearing--” Her eyes caught Coco. “--adult foal apparel.” She said through clenched teeth. “Nothing else.”

“Zat’s true,” Photo affirmed. “And diapers are a part of ze outfit. Now, no more delays. Go! Go! Go!” Photo Finish pushed Suri into the dressing room and slammed the door shut behind her.

Already flustered, Suri stumbled forward. She felt suddenly trapped now that the door was shut, like a prisoner about to undergo cruel and unusual punishment.

Looking around her prison, she saw the instruments of her torture right in front of her. Three racks of outfits--poofy, frilly, lacey, and everything in between--stared back at her, in a myriad of colors too. Right beneath was a package, already torn open, of adult diapers.

Tearing her eyes away from that horror, Suri examined the rest of the room, thankfully finding nothing else as embarrassing. Just the typical mirrors and lights one would expect in a dressing room.

And Coco Pommel, with her hoof covering the wide grin sprouting across her mouth.

Coco was smirking at her.

Suri’s face flushed. Her pride had suffered too many blows already today. She was not letting her former assistant be so petty as to get enjoyment out of this.

She puffed out her chest, stepping forward to make herself seem as tall as possible and putting a serious scrunch to her face. Coco’s smirk fell away; she knew this look well.

“You are not allowed to enjoy this. Understand, Coco?” Suri seethed.

“U-Uh…” Coco’s anxious eyes darted around the room.

“Hey, looking at me when I’m talking to you!” Suri demanded. “Do not enjoy this. That’s an order!”

“B-B-But… I don’t work for you anymore,” Coco said nervously.

Suri narrowed her eyes at the insubordination she now faced. Despite outward appearances, though, Suri was screaming in her mind.

Her thoughts were a whirlwind of panic, desperately searching for a way out of this. If she couldn’t keep Coco quiet, then disaster was sure to happen. All her former assistant needed was to leak Suri’s secret to the fashion world at large and it would be the final nail in the coffin of Suri’s reputation.

Not even the money Photo’s offering is enough to make me do this. Suri turned, sights locked on the door and she started walking.

“Wait, where are you going?” Coco asked.

“I’m leaving,” Suri said. “I’m not going to stoop to this level after all.” Her hoof made it to the door handle when Coco managed to speak up.

“But didn’t you sign a contract?” She mentioned.

Suri froze suddenly. Thick, cold iron chains tightened on her body, pinning her to this room with no hope of escape.

Crap! She thought, the realization striking her across the face. How could I forget that?

The contract she had signed to get the job… that was a binding agreement. Backing out now would definitely incur the wrath of Photo Finish. Would it go as far as a lawsuit? Suri couldn’t handle one of those right now. Which meant…

She lowered her head, hoof slipping off the door handle. She turned her head, meeting the inquisitive glance of Coco Pommel with shifty eyes. “Uh… Well…”

There really was no way out of this. Suri couldn’t ignore it. She was at the mercy of her former assistant, and Photo’s shoot. Leaving was impossible, staying was undesirable. There were no third options to be seen.

A pained sigh eased its way free. “Yes…”

“Well, then we better get started.” Coco reached behind the dress rack and withdrew a rolled up mat. Unraveling it across the tiled floor, Suri knew its purpose, even before Coco beckoned her forward. “We don’t want Miss Finish to wait forever.”

Suri clenched her jaw, but numbly approached the changing mat like a beaten dog. Even as she arrived, she hesitated, until Coco patted the ground, as if Suri didn’t know what to do.”

“Yeah, yeah,” she mumbled, face burning as she laid down.

The mat was thin, so much so that Suri could feel the hard ground on her back. She closed her eyes, taking deep breaths through her nose.

When she felt Coco touch her hind legs, she reacted like she’d been struck. Her legs retracted, tensing up as they curled away.

Coco frowned. “Come on, Miss P-- uh, Suri. I really need to dress you now.”

“Hmph.” Suri new the sooner this was over, the better, but even so refused to make this easy. She couldn’t bring herself to be anything better than reluctant.

“Do you have to act like a fussy foal?” Coco huffed. She immediately clamped her hooves of her mouth, fearing retaliation.

Suri’s retort came in the form of a surprised, albeit angry, stare. She couldn’t believe Coco had the nerve to say something like that to her.

“S-sorry,” Coco stuttered. “I just meant that… Could you please just raise your legs?”

Suri snorted. It was clear to her that Coco had yet to get used to the change in power between them. To be fair, Suri hadn’t either. Part of her was still in denial that Coco was even here.

Begrudgingly, Suri lifted her legs. “What are you even doing here, anyway?” She grumbled.

For a moment all she heard was the crinkling of Coco rummaging through the diaper pack. “I could ask you the same thing.”

The diaper slid under Suri’s rear and she looked away, refusing to answer.

Coco sighed, reaching under the diaper to pull Suri’s tail through the small hole in the back. “Well, I’m just doing a few odd jobs right now. I couldn't pass up the chance to work with Miss Finish when she offered.”

Suri huffed. Coco pushed her hind legs down. As Suri’s butt was introduced to the soft padding, a shiver whipped down her spine. The crisp crinkling noise of the plastic made her ears fold down.

“So why are you here?” Coco asked, more directly this time.

Suri kept her mouth shut, and Coco sighed. She closed up the diaper, and the fluffy insides invaded Suri’s pelvis with an infuriatingly cozy sensation. Coco patted the tapes down, sealing Suri within the diaper.

“Okay…” Coco suddenly giggled, bringing up her hoof to muffle it as soon as possible.

Suri scowled, etching wrinkles onto her forehead. “I told you not to laugh!”

Coco snorted to a stop. “S-sorry. Here, let me get your first onesie.”

Suri frowned, remembering that her humiliation had only just begun. Pushing herself up she found herself struggling to simply sit up.

The mountain of padding between her legs resisted her movements with some noisy crinkles to boot. She hadn't realized how thick it was!

Her legs were pushed apart, left to flounder off to the sides uselessly. Each attempt to squeeze them back together was met with padding flooding her inner thighs. Suri blushed, resigning her legs to be left apart.

It was annoying, but Suri just had to live with it. Hopefully she would breeze through the photo shoot before too long. The universe owed her that much today.

“Here we go.” Coco unburied her head from the clothes rack to reveal the newest installment in Suri's humiliation. A baby blue onesie, unremarkable save it’s puffy sleeves that were made with transparent silk.

With a heavy sigh, Suri just bowed her head as Coco approached. No use fighting back; at least she was prepared for this part.

“Hooves up, please.”

Suri obeyed reluctantly. Raising her hooves, she felt the fabric slide right over them. Her head followed soon after. Knowing she was about to be put in a onesie, Suri’s body instinctively resisted the undignified garment.

She squirmed as Coco pulled the onesie down, not stopping even once her head poked out the other end. Her fore legs quickly pounced through the sleeves and she crossed them in an instinctual pout.

Coco just huffed in annoyance. “You really are going to act like a fussy filly, aren’t you?”

“Humph!” Suri did everything she could to mask her embarrassment, closing her eyes and turning her head, while hoping her pink fur masked her blush.

“Please just lay back down.”

Posture bleeding reluctance, Suri lowered her back to the floor. Coco reached down and buttoned up the onesie. The fabric was pulled tight to compensate for the size of the diaper, making for a snug fit. But to Suri’s surprise, it was also warm and soft. She couldn’t name the material off the top of her head, but would like to know; she’d probably wear clothes made out of it in the future. Provided they weren't foal clothes.

“Okay, almost done.” Coco disappeared from view for a moment and the sounds of rummaging soon followed.

Suri took the moment of respite to get used to her new clothes. The bulky diaper felt awkward between her legs, but the comfort it offered couldn’t be denied, as much as Suri wished it could. As for the onesie, it was almost tight, but not quite. And it at least had the courtesy to not restrict her movements.

“Here we go.” Coco popped back into view, carrying with her striped socks that matched the onesie.

Suri repressed a groan as she bent down to put them on. Pushing herself up, Suri snatched the sock away and glared. “I can put these on myself.”

“Oh… Okay then.”

Suri quickly pushed the first to socks onto her forelegs, tugging them violently to release at least a little aggression. When it came time for her hind legs, it was a different story.

Try as she might, with the diaper refused to cooperate. Every time Suri leaned forward, the diaper’s mass pushed her back, and trying to lift her hind legs up to a good position was nearly impossible with the angle they were pushed at.

Eventually Suri was back on her back, more frustrated than ever. Overhead, Coco stood expectantly, hoof outstretched. Suri grumbly passed the socks over to her.

Coco got to work quickly, effectively sliding on the socks like it was nothing.

Suri just pouted down below, feeling foolish. Why did she have to be treated like a filly that couldn’t dress herself? Her situation was already demeaning enough without that.

As the final sock slid over her leg, somepony knocked on the door.

“Are ve ready yet?” An unmistakable voice called out.

“Yes, Miss Finish,” Coco called out.

“Good, zen get her out here for hair and make-up! Ve’re losing daylight!”

Coco blinked. “Uh, but isn’t the shoot inside?”

Too late, the faint sounds of hoofsteps told them Photo Finish had left.

Suri’s stomach flopped as she realized she would be in front of the cameras soon. But here was not backing out now.

Looking up, she saw Coco outstretching her hoof to help her stand. Suri swatted it away. She rolled over and used her forelegs to push herself up. However, her spread hind legs struggled to find the floor. In fact, they just flat out missed.

Suri smacked into the floor, a complete failure at standing. She buried her red face into the mat, up until her peripherals caught sight of Coco offering a helping hoof.

Her eyes darted away from it for a moment, refusing to accept help for something as simple as standing, but her resolve was worn down after only a couple of seconds. She really didn’t want to continue to struggle to stand up.

Taking Coco’s hoof, Suri used her support to make it to all fours. The diaper on her rear continued to be an obstacle for her legs. They were spread so far apart that just standing made them wobble.

“Okay, let’s go,” Coco said, almost as if she was leading a child.

Suri tore her hoof away from Coco’s. “I don’t need your help.”

“Are you sure, because--”

“Yes!” Suri yelled, forcing Coco to shrink back. She took her first step forward, but midway through it turned into a pathetic waddle. Her face burned with shame, but powered through it. She was almost done being around Coco, and that alone gave her the strength to continue.

Her next waddle forward introduced her slick socks to the tiled floor. With her legs so awkwardly placed, balance was impossible. Suri fell back to the ground, her diapered rear pointed up on full display.

She groaned, and tried to find her footing again, but to no avail. Finally, Coco’s hoof was offered to her again. Desperate to get off the floor, Suri accepted it again. She didn’t let go once she was standing either, bowing her head in shame as she let Coco lead her forward.

As they opened the door to the rest of the photo shoot, Suri couldn’t stop her face from turning full on red. The crinkles from her diapered waddle were like the music for a parade of shame as she was led out into the public eye.

She could barely bring herself to look at the staff around her, but managed to do so after a few waddles. To her surprise, most were acting professional about the situation. Some were obviously looking away for her sake, other’s managed a straight face as she walked on by. She caught a few snickers and saw a few smirks aimed her way, but otherwise found herself unscathed.

T-This isn’t so bad… Suri thought to herself, pressing her hind legs together in a pitiful attempt to try and conceal her diaper. All it succeed in doing however, was forcing the padding to grind up against her marehood and she yelped sharply. That drew ponies’ attention.

Now, all eyes were on her. Suri’s red face was about to burst from shame and she quickly looked to the ground again, ears folding down. I take it back; this is awful.

Coco finally stopped when they arrived at a small chair positioned at the side of the wall. Stylists ready to do Celestia knows what to Suri’s mane awaited, and she knew it was better not to delay at this point.

Finally taking back her hoof from Coco, Suri carefully waddled into place and sat down on the chair. Her plot sank into the diaper, and it wheezed out more crinkles as it slightly deflated. Suri didn’t face the stylists as they surrounded her, nor did she look up when she heard Coco leave. The shame was already too great, and the first picture hadn’t even been taken yet.

The manedressers removed Suri’s hair band, letting her deep purple hair fall down in all it’s curly glory. They started pulling, brushing, and fiddling immediately. They talked to each other as they styled away, but didn’t address Suri directly. That was fine with her; she didn’t have the fortitude to speak to anypony right now.

Ponies bustled around while she worked, again, most refusing to make eye contact. As a new, even curlier than usual manestyle was applied to her head, the finishing touches were being put on the set. Photo Finish ordered some ponies around for a bit before trotting over to check on her.

“Vell?” she asked the stylist.

Suddenly, Suri’s hair was pulled back and something was tied onto it. She nearly gasped in surprise, somehow managing to keep her composure. Once that was done, the stylists all stepped back.

“We’re done, Miss Finish,” one said.

A mirror was levitated into Suri’s field of vision. She winced, wanting to look away but also morbidly curious. Taking the mirror, she finally saw herself.

Her mane had been curled and styled like a little filly’s. No strand of hair had been left straight. Everything had been curled into corkscrews and positioned in a perfect, doll-like hairdo. She should’ve expected that much, honestly. What really caught her attention was the reason for the final tug and tie. A large, bright blue bow was now pinned to the back of her mane.

“Great,” she huffed. “As if I didn’t look foalish enough already.”

“You didn’t,” Photo Finish said, oblivious to the sarcasm. “But now you look like ze star of the adult foal fashion world.” She struck a pose, pointing to the ceiling, to add on to the effect. Suri wanted to scream.

Instead, she was pulled free of the chair by Photo. “Now, we go! There are many photos to take, no?”

“No,” Suri quietly begged.

Suri’s awkward waddle chased after Photo as she was dragged across the room and onto the set, situating her right between the high chair and the crib.

Photo let go of Suri and was over to her camera in the blink of an eye. Her assistants each flanked her, taking up cameras of their own to cover Suri from all sides. She gulped, knowing the photos would soon start, documenting every second of her humiliation going forward.

Suri squeezed her eyes shut. Okay… Okay, just calm down. The way I’m dressed right now, I bet nopony I know who might see these would even recognize me. B-Besides, I’m doing this for the money. If I can come up with rent for the month then I never have to think about this ever again. All I have to do is survive one lousy photoshoot with my pride intact. Come on!

Her confidence shakily restored, Suri only needed a deep breath to get back to herself. It was okay; everything was okay. She would just finish this shoot and make sure Coco never spoke a word of this to anyone. She’d been that mare’s boss for months, surely she could make her do something that simple. Besides, if she needed to she could probably think of someway to blackmail Coco into silence too.

Opening her eyes, she squinted against the sudden influx of light coming from the lamps around the set. As her pupils adjusted, she could see the mares with cameras before her, and even the employees beyond. Coco too, who was near the door to the dressing room, all to obviously covering up her giggles.

Suri narrowed her eyes. Okay, yeah, I’m definitely going to have to blackmail her.

“Okay, strike a pose!” Photo Finish yelled.

All of Suri’s time during Fashion Week directing her models came back to her now. Suri turned to her side, lifting her head up regally, closing her eyes, and holding up a hoof to bounce the curls of her mane. She wobbled slightly on unsteady hooves, but ignored it and kept her balance.

This is it. Just take the stupid pictures and let’s move o--

“No!” Photo yelled suddenly.

“Wha?” Suri’s eyes popped open, but her surprise offset her balance. She fell back, landing on her diapered rear with her legs spread wide. For a moment, her face was a mix of dumbfoundedness, and surprise.

“Ah! Yes, zat’s perfect! Now you look like you’re a foal!”

Snap! Snap snap snap!

Suri winced as the photos began. The documentation of her humiliation had begun, all because she’d fallen on her butt. Shaking her head, she started to stand up, awkwardly shoving her plot in the air in an attempt to make it less of an issue.

“Yes, zat’s good!” Snap! Snap snap! Snap!

More camera flashes pounded her eyes as she stood, and Suri dropped her ears, looking down to avoid being blinded.

“Yes! Zis shyness is excellent!

Snap snap snap! Snap! Snap snap!

Suri stumbled back, suddenly aghast that models could even put up with this for a second, let alone hours.

“Yes, zat’s exactly what a foal would do! You’re a natural!”

Snap snap snap! Snap snap snap!

Suri whined as the photos finally started dying down. Spots of light still danced across her vision, making it hard to see anything. Photo stepped away from the camera, signalling the completion of the first set.

“Zat was very good,” Photo Finish told her. “If you keep acting like a silly foal, this will go by in no time.”

Suri blushed, and pouted. Really? Of all the--

“Oh wait, that pose it excellent! Quickly, quickly!”

Snap snap snap!

“Enough!" Photo threw up her hoof. "Somepony change her into ze next onesie!”

Suri winced. The burning blush that dominated her face didn't feel like it was going away anytime soon. Desperately, she tried to cross her legs in a feeble attempt to hide her diaper, but the mountain of poof kept her legs nice and far apart.

Coco was already returning to her side, beating back a smile so she could take Suri over to the changing room. But even as she tried to keep up a poker face, the corners of her mouth overturned, hinting at the enjoyment she got out of all of this. And honestly, the rest of the staff wasn't too far behind.

Suri could tell this was going to be the worst photoshoot of her life.