"What should I do with the hose?"

Sprout ground his teeth as he watched his boss strike yet another pose. It wasn't fair, the stupid pony looked just as amazing in the firefighter gear as he had done in all the others. Was it even possible to take an unflattering photo of Hitch?

"Maybe like this?" Hitch coiled the hose around his neck like a scarf.

Not seeming perfectly content with the look he unslung the hose and aimed the nozzle to stage right. As always he cut quite the striking figure.

"Yeah, this feels right," Hitch chuckled, breaking the intent look with his trademark smile. "Hay Sprout, can you do your photoshop thing and make it look like water is coming out of the hose?" he waved the nozzle around a bit, putting out an imaginary fire.

Sprout nearly swooned at the sight, Hitch looked so damned heroic, you could just imagine him being there, at the sight of a disaster, calm confident and ready to rush into the burning building only to emerge last minute covered in soot and having saved a dozen kittens, a mare hanging off his muscular neck....

"Sprout? Hay Sprout? Sproouuuut?"

The stallion in question shook realized the stupid sexy firefighter was trying to get his attention,and immediately banished that description to a portion of his brain marked 'Do not open!'.

that mental image away and banished it to the deepest recesses of his mind, though that area was getting quite cramped these days. It wasn't fair, not only had he not gotten his dream job, but the pony who did was just too perfect ing every single way!

"Uh... sure," he eventually mumbled. Whatever it wasn't like it would matter. Hitch would look stupid sexy no matter what pose he struck. It was so unfair.

"Awesome and....... action!" Hitch yelled, taking the pose again.

Maybe it was Sprout's mind playing tricks but he could swear that for a second soot appeared on Hitch's body, and there was the smell of burning wood in the air. He was pretty sure he wouldn't have to clip water into the frame either. Like it wasn't enough that Hitch had the dream job, shredded abs, a nice house and the loving respect of every pony in town, the bastard also had charisma so strong it bent reality.

"Well, that's July sorted out," Hitch pranced in satisfaction, whipping off the firefighter helmet and tossing out his mane. It caught the light so perfectly that Sprout reflexively took another shot.

"And August," the impossibly perfect stallion grinned, unbuttoning his shirt.

Sprout just groaned, life could be so unfair.

Author's Note

Prompt was Calendar, so enjoy a silly little short of the world's most charismatic stallion and his jealous deputy.

I promise horror will be back tomorrow. The prompt will be Ticket.