"It's ruined!"
Pipp's voice cried out in shrill dismay. The billboard depicting her likeness was mutilated; whole swatches of paper torn off, demonic wings and lolling tongue painted over the image in garish pink and yellow straight out of a home designer's worst nightmare. All that to say nothing of the haphazard splatterings along the border, only further cementing the complete desecration of what once was.
The poster was originally meant to promote the princess' show, a musical performance set to be one of of the main events of the festival, and in front of it sat the pink mare herself.
"Who would do something like this?" she cried again.
Some way down the street Sunny's ears perked up. She quickly rounded the corner to see her friend, weeping into her hooves, and without a thought she quickly galloped to her side.
The words "What's wrong?" almost passed her lips before she took notice of the work of art above them and decidedly stopped herself. "Are you alright?" she said instead, wrapping her hoof around her crying friend.
"No! Somepony destroyed my billboard, now no one's gonna come to the show!"
"Hey now, I'm sure it'll be fine." Pipp's tear-soaked face turned up to meet hers. "It's not like it's a small show, everypony that'd wanna go probably already knew about it! Besides, your face is still there!" she said, putting on a smile for her friend.
Her comforting words seemed to do little for the distraught pegasus however, as her tears continued to roll down her cheeks, but she had stopped actively bawling, so it was a step in the right direction.
In the corner of her eye Sunny spotted a red blur, quickly revealing itself to be none other than Sprout Cloverleaf, skulking around with a clipboard in hoof. Sunny looked up with a disapproving glare and stood to get a better view of him. The problem pony was trotting back and forth seemingly talking with somepony, getting agitated, and then trotting to another in cycle. He was out on good behavior after six months served in jail, clearly anxious to make a better impression on the townsfolk, none of whom were having any of it.
After a minute or so he caught Sunny's gaze, trotting over and seemingly happier with a small grin on his face. "Morning Sunny, happy Maretime Bay Day!" he said with a chipper inflection she assumed he practiced beforehand.
"Good morning Sprout." she replied flatly. "What are you up to?"
Pipp wiped her cheeks and stood before jutting in, "He's been helping me find out who did this to my poster."
"I'm investigating!" he said with the same tone.
"Unsuccessfully."
"Well-" he started, but Sunny just held up her hoof.
"Yeah, I get it." She carried herself over to some of the ponies he'd been questioning, and mere seconds later came back with the answer he couldn't get from them. A purple mare with a long blue mane was the culprit in question. Sunny supposed the concern on her face was obvious when Sprout brought up that her description sounded a lot like-
"Izzy! It has to be Izzy!"
"No! It's not Izzy! Just give me a bit and I'll- I'll find out who. And try not to make any more wild assumptions while I'm gone." She huffed and walked away frustrated. 'What does he know?' she thought.
Sunny made her way back the way she came, towards the market area of the festival. Normally this street would have trollies going back and forth, but it all got sectioned off so ponies could set up their shops and tents. Sunny looked back and forth all over for somepony who fit the bill, but to no avail. Pegasi, unicorns and earth ponies crowded the streets, but no one she saw matched the profile- except Izzy. Sunny began questioning if she could even trust those ponies she asked before, racking her mind for some other explanation. 'With such a large crowd surely there has to be someone else. Right?'
In the end she ended up just talking to Izzy, who she spotted after some minutes of wandering, trading in some homemade bracelets for a dreamcatcher at the crafts booth. "Hey, uh- Izzy?"
"Mm hmm?" Izzy turned her head and dropped her hooves from the counter, a charming smile molding her cheeks as she dangled her new purchase from her mouth.
Sunny smiled back, guiding her friend just away from the line and gesturing to her forehead. "Oh haha, right." Izzy said as her horn lit up, the dreamcatcher floating into her saddlebag as she chuckled. "Hiya Sunny, how's you?"
"I- I'm good." She tripped over her words. "Say, do you um- do you know anything by chance about who marked up Pipp's billboard?"
"Who did what now?" She appeared genuinely confused, a token of relief for the orange pony.
"Oh, it's nothing, someone just thought you might've been the one that messed with it." Sunny continued with a chuckle of her own.
Utter bewilderment would be the best description of the unicorn's face. Curious now, she moved up the street in quick strides to see the results of her supposed folly, followed in short steps by Sunny. The crime scene sgortly came into view and Izzy spoke. "Y'know it's not that bad, if anything it makes it look like a rock show!"
"Buhbuhbuh! Stop talking, it's a sensitive subject for Pipp." Izzy nodded, an orange hoof pressed to her lips. "Besides, it isn't a rock show, she does pop."
"Okay okay," she replied, "it's not fine as it is, but we can fix it! The print store is closed today but I have a plan: we're gonna paint over it!" Izzy squealed in anticipation.
"Hu-" Sunny started to say before she was cut off.
"Like we'll paint it to look like it did before." Sunny nodded back. "Look, I'm out of friendship bracelets but can you go find someone to give us paint please, thanks! Tell her we need pink!" Before Sunny had the chance to tell her that she didn't really have anything to trade either she'd shoved her forward and galloped off, presumably to get some supplies of her own. 'Izzy'd be annoying if she wasn't so likable.' A warm smile found Sunny's face as she reminisced on their friendship.
She wandered around for some time, looking at the stands and asking around for anypony who might have some paint to trade for, but to no success. There was one little stand with a kind pegasus mare behind it, but unfortunately she'd already pawned all her bright colors off to the ponies running the "legal graffiti" event down by the pier.
With a sigh she rested against the rail and looked out over the ocean, speaking aloud to herself. "Dang-it, why doesn't anypony else have any pai-"
In a sudden flash of realization and without a moment to waste Sunny found her hooves and booked it over to the seaside, hurtling past several bemused onlookers in hopes that the host would be willing to give some away. She hoped.
She arrived in a cloud of dust, slowing down only to tidy her mane and continue at a more acceptable pace once the event was in earshot. With the congregation in sight, Sunny meandered up to the the small tent perched in front of the paint-covered tarp, bobbing through the ponies waiting their turn to go at it.
"Good morning!"
"Afternoon." said the unicorn host, his white coat and mane darkened by the shade.
"Right- of course. I'm sorry do you have any paint you'd be willing to trade for? Pink? I'm trying to help a friend out."
"Well I'm not really supposed to give any out, it's for the event. You could try that other stand uphill near the trolly tracks, that's where we got our supplies."
Sunny clambered out a laugh as she began. "That's- that's- where I already went, I guess you guys already bought her out of the pink, and all the other colors. Like I said, is there any way I can get some?"
"I-" He glanced around, making sure no one was listening. "Okay okay, I'm not supposed to give any out, government event, but if you were to go in the back room where we keep the extras, maybe I wasn't able to stop you, eh?"
Sunny took the hint and thanked him, quietly, nonconspicuously making her way to the metal door he pointed out, just to the right of the dripping tarp in a little alley, tucked away. Finally.
The door creaked on its hinges and Sunny hesitantly stepped in. The light poured in from outside, the only other illumination being a yellowed strip light in the back, the kind you'd see in an office building, drawing her attention to a sleeping figure leaning back behind a fold-up table, surrounded by boxes and paint buckets. She closed the door behind her and called out to him.
"Excuse me!"
"Wuh, woah-" He woke with a startle. "Oh uh, hey there missy, can I help you?"
"Hello, your friend outside said I could get some paint in here?" She sounded unsure, out of place, to which the stallion took attention.
"I guess so, yeah. S'whatcha lookin' for, green, red, yellow?"
"Pink, probably a bucket or two. My friends and I-"
He cut her off. "Lemme stop you there, I don't care. What'dya got to trade?"
"Well I don't really have anything to trade, I still have money though, how much would it-"
"Then stop wasting my time." He returned again. "You just move here? It's Maretime Bay Day, we don't just do the trade thing for funsies, it's government mandated. Same day every year."
"I know, but isn't a little silly? I mean no one's watching us here, just let me pay you."
The stallion sighed and put his face in his hooves, leaning forward in the chair. "Look, I don't have a choice in the matter, so if you need the paint, find something you can do for me or get ou-"
He stopped himself. "Hold up. I got something you can help me out with, if you're interested."
Sunny perked up. "Of course, what is it?"
The stallion stood on it for a second. "Yeah. You know what, come upstairs with me for a bit."
He moved to the right, climbing up a thin stairwell, previously hidden from her by a tall stack of boxes. She felt- uneasy. Something about this situation felt off, but Pipp's show was tonight and she didn't wanna let her down. Whatever. It'll be fine.
Once at the top of the stairs, Sunny looked out into what looked like a mostly empty office space, save for a few more boxes and a wooden desk in the corner. All the walls on the second floor were glass, windows looking down on the street below. Sunny peered at the ponies from before, happily scribbling away while the stallion rummaged around for a bit, looking for something. In time he came back to the room she was waiting in... holding a dildo under one hoof.
"Excuse me?! What the hell do you think you're doing?!"
"This," he exhaled, "is what you can help me with."
"No. Get away from me before I call the sheriff!"
Sunny rushed for the stairs, running into the stallion's extended hoof. "Look, I'm not gonna make you do anything. All I'm saying is, you need paint, and I run a porn business on the side. Maybe we can help each other out."
"Yeah, that's still gonna be a no, sorry, thanks, bye-bye." She pushed past him and down the stairs. She only got a few steps down before he spoke again.
"You ain't gonna find anywhere else selling today, not whatcha need!"
She stopped, and turned around. "Is there no other way, is there nothing else you could possibly want?"
"A speedboat?"
Sunny sighed in exasperation. She was disgusted with herself that she was even considering this. How much reception could Pipp possibly lose if her wordless poster didn't get replaced? It was bullshit. She trudged back up the stairs wordlessly, her cheeks flushed red and her eyes were visibly frustrated.
"O-okay, what d-do I do?" The stallion seemed content with himself. He knocked on the window and motioned down at someone in the crowd, shortly followed by the white unicorn from earlier coming up to join them in the room. He spoke up.
"So she caved, huh? You own me twenty bits tomorrow, Buck."
"Ah didn't think we'd get such a willing volunteer working the paint stand of all things, but here we are I guess." the earth pony replied.
Sunny lost her cool. "Okay can somepony tell me what's going on before I burst?"
"Look," the green one said, "we're gonna be filming a porno, I hope you already know what that entails." The two chuckled between themselves.
"Wait, recording?! I never agreed to recording!"
"You already knew this, I said the word already. Are you in or not?"
Sunny thought about it. Even if reception wasn't that bad Pipp would blame any shortcomings on the graffiti, and she'd be wrecked for weeks. "Fine." she said. 'For Pipp.'
A digital beep sounded as the camera came to life and started recording, strapped to the hoof of the green earth pony (whose name she now knew to be Buck). "Hey uh, does my face have to be in this?"
"No, it's fine. Just try to relax and enjoy yourself." the other one said. He levitated the dildo from before over. "Hey, spread your legs for me."
Sunny was uncomfortable to say the least, her throat felt sore and she was unbelievably embarrassed. She hadn't so much as had a date before, much less sold her body for money, or in this case paint. The unicorn pushed the toy up against her, prompting a small jump. "Wooh, hey uh- mind the... privates."
"Miss-"
"Yeah yeah, I know." She spread her legs again and he continued. The unicorn pressed it against her again, now rubbing the rubber phallus up and down. Sunny's marehood winked.
"Ooh, we got a good one!" the sultry voice of the cameraman called out. Sunny turned her head from the camera and groaned to herself. This was gonna be a long day.
In due time Sunny finally felt like she was getting used to the feeling of what was happening to her when in an instant, bam, he shoved it deep inside her; her walls expanding and a unique sense of being filled, something she'd never felt before invaded her mind.
It took everything in her power to keep hating herself for doing this, but she couldn't deny her own body. Much. The dildo slid in and out, shaking her body and her mind as well. Wave after wave of pleasure racked her insides and she moaned beyond her own volition. Tension was building and just as she was about to finally boil over... he stopped. The heat stopped her from noticing immediately, but give a few seconds and she threw on the gas.
"Nonono, don't stop, please I was about to-" Sunny stopped. She'd turned around and got unceremoniously reminded she was still on camera. "H-hey, I was- I was so close!" she whimpered to the unicorn.
"Don't act coy now, you're sopping." Sunny looked down and her cheeks flushed an even brighter red, seeing the pool of juices her marehood leaked into the thin office carpet. "Look at you, you're a grade-a slut!"
Utterly humiliated and losing face, Sunny motioned to leave. "I- I'm sorry, this is too much. I'm gonna go."
"Hey don'tcha wanna know what else we got in store?" that sultry voice called again. She sighed deeply. 'Yeah, I do.' she thought. She'd practically forgotten why she even came here, but she didn't care anymore.
Sunny went back to her wet spot and stood patiently, though not for long. Her patron leaned forward, taking a whiff of her undercarriage before digging in, lapping away at her drenched slit and finishing her off with his expert tongue-work as a holy ecstasy came over her.
Sunny practically fell to the floor in her delirium. She didn't even care when the two stallions started tying tight elastic cords around her legs, securing them to mounts on the walls. By the time she processed what was happening, she was already suspended and her voice quivered.
"Hey, what are we doing~?"
The boys remained silent as they moved around, briefly looking through boxes until one found what he was looking for, securing a ring gag around Sunny's muzzle. "Alright, now the fun part begins."
One stallion moved behind her, and the other in front. With a look of worry and sudden understanding in her eyes, the stallions mounted her; their members, standing fully erect, pushed in on both ends. Sunny grunted in displeasure, but to no reaction from the two. They were having their way with her now whether she wanted it or not, and the more time that passed the more she didn't. This was bad.
She tried, she really tried to make the best of this situation, but the larger stallion, the green one, clogged her throat with each thrust, eliciting an unsightly gagging glk noise from her every time. His member robbed her of air when it was at its deepest inside her, and when she wasn't scrambling for air she was desperately trying to cough him back up. Tears began to pour from her eyes. 'Why did I agree to do this, I should've known it would turn out bad, stupid Sunny! Stupid!'
After a while they had both came, and with that the off taste of semen that she accidently swallowed down while she gathered her senses.
"You having fun, missy?" the white one spoke up. Sunny shook her head no, tears still rolling down her face. "Figures."
"Alright," the other one spoke up, "give her the stuff."
The unicorn slid open a drawer in the desk, levitating out a small unlabeled bottle, some purple liquid.
Sunny shook her head violently. Was this it? Were they gonna kill her so she wouldn't talk? 'Ohmygodohmygodohmygod' The white stallion poured a small amount down her throat.
'Hmm, tastes like grape.'
Then she passed out.
She woke up with a terrible headache, the sun shining far too bright in her eyes. "Ah, wha-"
What was this? Sunny's legs were free, her muzzle ungagged! She was ripe to celebrate until she wondered... how did she get here? She looked to her side: two paint cans, pink.
"Oh God, that was, that was all real." Sunny laid idly in the soft trash of the dumpster she found herself in, not a thought in her brain. Just for a few minutes before getting up.
"Right."
She hopped out and looped the cans around one leg, made sure she was all good and tidy, especially... back there, and started off back towards the billboard where she hoped to meet up with Izzy. Once she figured out where she was exactly. More than anything she just hoped she could just put all this behind her and forget about it.
In time she found her way, following street signs and landmarks she recognized until she got to the lane that overlooked the ocean and walked straight the rest of the way, step after step.
With a huff, Sunny set her fruits down, collapsing in rest and looking around for Izzy, Pipp, someone. Heck even Sprout would do right now. She looked up at the billboard. Yep, still ruined. She wasn't quite sure if she was happy or sad that Izzy didn't start without her, after all the happened. Whatever, it was all over now and the show was gonna start soon anyway if the clock outside the deli was anything to go by. Sunny set the paint buckets out of sight behind the the sign and made her way down to the venue.
"Oh boy am I glad to see you Izzy."
"Hey Sunny! Where've you been?"
"Oh sorry, I got kinda caught up looking for that paint you asked me to get."
"Oh it's fine," she said, "Pipp got over it."
Sunny almost felt offended at that remark. "Oh?"
"Yeah, sorry if you went through a lotta effort, we talked it out and she's all good now." Izzy said with a chuckle.
"Yeah thats... fine. She starts soon right?"
Izzy nodded. By now the crowd was bustling; thousands of ponies were gathered in the bleachers and the field, waiting in patience for the show to start. To the left and right of the pop-up stage were two giant screens that Canterlogic supplied, currently broadcasting a little trivia game, but once the show started they'd be shooting close-ups of Pipp and her backup singers, and Sunny couldn't wait. Maybe after all that she went through the day wouldn't be terrible after all.
Give or take a few minutes, the stage roared to life, just as the sun was starting to set over the horizon.
"Helllooo fillies and gentlecolts, how are you all doing tonight?" a male voice called out.
Indiscriminate yelling dominated the field.
"Wooo, I'm glad to hear it! Well can you all do me a favor and make some noise for the one, the only, Princess Pipp Petals!
Sunny couldn't help but plug her ears as another round of screams rang out, looking over in confusion to see Izzy seemed perfectly fine. "Oh look, there she is!" Izzy said, prodding her friend.
Sunny smiled.
"Hey there Pippsqueaks, are you all ready for a great show?
Without a beat to miss, the music started and-
A digital beep played over the loudspeakers as the giant screens came to life, showing an image of Sunny in a room with glass walls.
"Hey uh, does my face have to be in this?"
