"I look ridiculous." Sprout groaned as he stared at his reflection in the mirror. "Do I really have to wear this?" He looked down at the undergarment that Posey had forced him into and facehoofed. "It's a bra."

Posey rolled her eyes as she poked her head into their shared bedroom. "Sprout, I could have made you wear a white bra. That'd have been striking. I chose one that blends in with your coat- red, which wasn't all that easy to find without Pipp's help. Didn’t even know that stallion bras could be a thing- or maybe Pipp pulled some strings and custom ordered it fully.” Posey grimaced at that thought. "It's fucking weird that I'm, of all ponies, Pipp's 'best friend'. But at least there's some good coming out of it. Now let me get in there and help you with the clasps."

Posey slid into the room, her gravid middle arriving first as she was now firmly in her final few months. She ambled over as fast as she could and teasingly rubbed her stallion. "If you don't want to deal with your magic issue this way, then we can just go out and fix it the fun way. Though I seriously doubt I can do it much longer- you did have to help me out of bed yesterday.”

Sprout groaned. "No, it's not ideal. You asked Izzy if she was working on a more permanent solution to this or not?"

Posey nodded. "I did. She hasn't. Not out of lack of trying. It's just that she started talking about potential and the lack of magical data on situations like this. And then talked about if ancient magic spells in your bloodline were involved. I kind of tuned her out after that because it just sounded like she was spitballing every idea that came to her head. Anyway, you look super cute in your suit."

Sprout grimaced as he messed around with his bow tie. He had knowledge of how to tie a tie due to his mother spending weeks drilling in proper dress code procedure but he never felt comfortable wearing a suit- and with his job of Deputy not requiring clothes barring a badge- he just became used to the normal state of things where he let all his cares fly free and clear. With his current plan to topple Canterlogic, that didn't work anymore. "Fine. I'm still worried about you, Posey."

Posey waved a hoof. "And I said if you go take the pics then I'll walk into the clinic right after. Thankfully I'm too far along for them to suggest getting rid of the future of Canterlogic right here." She patted her stomach and smiled ever so briefly. "And this was mostly Sunny's idea. Guerilla marketing she calls it. Izzy will plaster your pictures- with added slogans via the wonder of computer editing- all over town thanks to her scooter. Which terrified me cause she's a menace on the thing."

Sprout rolled his eyes. "Yeah, take pictures of my junk and plaster it over Maretime Bay. How novel."

"I mean Hitch used the same idea and look where it got him." Posey rolled her eyes. "At least these will be tasteful. I mean their first idea was just having you be fully nude- which I vetoed with every fiber of my being. I mean that's just outright pornography. . .and you said how uncomfortable the town made you enough times for me to advocate for a wall of sorts to be put there."

"It's a bra. For mares."

Posey shook her head and hooked the clasp on the supporting garment. "If you think mares have tits as big as these I want to know where they are. And then give them pain medicine for their back." She patted her prize winning stud's jewels which had shrunk ever so slightly from the immense sizes they had been, but they were still firmly above the large watermelon sizes that she tried to grow. Without some level of support, Sprout’s jewels nearly brushed the floor. She had started lovingly teasing him that their floors had never looked so clean- and a bonus was that he often decided to bridal carry her in the bedroom and put her lovingly in her place.

She knew her gardening and botany and when Sprout's junk outstripped her best efforts- that was an accomplishment.

Sprout huffed. "I'm going to hate this, aren't I?"

Posey leaned into Sprout and nibbled his ear before whispering into it. "We can do stuff after to make up for it. Just imagine me as the director and play it up.”

***

Sprout nervously fidgeted as Zipp and Hitch pulled out the multiple costumes that Hitch had used in his previous calendars. "I really don't feel comfortable wearing that. I mean that's probably not enough fabric. Or that. Or that." He sat down and put his head in his hooves and tried to stay as calm as possible.

Posey rolled her eyes. "We can cut the more outright weird choices Hitch has. I mean you in a sailor suit? Or that lace outfit?" She grimaced as the image of Hitch wearing something that crossed her mind. "Hitch, why do you even have that?"

Hitch popped out of the mound of clothing and sighed at the offending lacewear. "Wasn't my idea. I think one of my fans sent it and I didn't have enough heart to toss it. Have you seen the pricing on some of the more expensive costumes on the net? I looked up that lace thong and socks and it was hundreds upon hundreds of bits cause it seemed to be a custom order."

Zipp sighed as she set up the camera. "Sounds like something my sister had to deal with. Fans get a bit possessive and weird the moment the whole parasocial connection gets made. Pipp has teams of security on her more fan oriented events so she doesn't wake up with like seven ponies trying to say hello and smell her mane. I still think this is a stupid idea and all."

Posey crossed her hooves. "So why are you here? I thought Pipp was going to take the pictures. She nearly said as much to me in our texts."

Hitch stood between the two mares since he knew Posey was a bit of a firebrand. "She's trying to clear her schedule so she can live like a normal pony for once and not have 30 hours of content scheduled in a day long period. So she and I both mutually agreed that filming as many Pippcast projects as possible in a day seemed to clear out the next few months. Sure they won't be as topical as usual but-"

Zipp chuckled. "Topical? My sister? Her last one was taste testing sweets. The one before that was Maretime Bay food reviews. Sure her daily life can pop up but I think she does the Pippcast stuff cause she can't figure out ways to monetize her daily content without making it a huge deal. Though I did like her attempt in apologizing to Sunny about that stupid banana meme. Though I wonder if the fans will be able to tell the prerecorded nature of her podcast."

"Uh. . ."

Zipp crossed her hooves. "What? I like supporting my sister and its not like I run my own brand. I have time to relax and put on distractions- my day isn't just zooming around, teaching flight school, doing science stuff and reading the Chronicles of Chevalia. I like reality tv and things like that. Now can we get going on this cause I don't want to spend all day on something that should be simple."

Posey bit her lip as she tried not to speak back to Zipp. "Okay. Now Sprout, I'll walk you through this. Follow me into the changing room." She dragged her worried stallion into the room and drew the curtains for even an attempt at privacy.

"Posey, none of these are fitting." Sprout paced back and forth through the tiny room as he tried to stay calm. They had been trying for the last ten minutes to fit the pants over Sprout's prodigious package, but all that happened was that they nearly tore a hole through the crotch as Posey had tried to squeeze each orb into the offending garment with every ounce of her strength. Every other attempt had just ended at the same point- Posey had figured that sharing Hitch's clothes might be a tad bit problematic but seeing the evidence in action made her stallion less confident.

Posey frowned and put Sprout's face in her hooves. "Sprout Cloverleaf, you listen to me. Sure, Hitch's clothes don't fit perfectly. . .or in some cases at all. . ."

"The shirts don't even fully button."

Posey leaned in. "Have you seen Hitch? Unlike you he doesn't rock the dad bod." She smiled. "I bet if Pipp was dealing with the foals I have now, Hitch would be a wreck. And probably gain like fifty pounds. Hitch is in his own life path right now and you are in yours. . .ours. . . so who cares if his shirts look painted on you at times? Who cares if you can't wear pants cause of your sexual prowess? You are trying to be a pinup model for the town. The point is to look like you are going to burst right out of the flyer and ravish the town with your skills. I've read far too many Playstallion and Playmare articles to not get how ponies perceive this- you have to exude confidence. Repeat after me: I am Sprout Cloverleaf."

"I'm Sprout Cloverleaf."

"And I am going to fuck the world."

Sprout blushed. "Pose, I'm not saying that."

Posey crossed her hooves. "It's a thought exercise. It's say it or I'm taking off your support." She grazed the bra that held his jewels in place. "It's the easy way or the obsidian pillar way."

Sprout gulped at that thought. "I'm Sprout Cloverleaf. . .and I am going to fuck the world."

Posey smiled. "Good, now let's scratch bottoms from everything. And leaving shirts slightly unbuttoned is fine. I mean those don't usually stay fully on through a shoot anyway." She kissed him on the cheek feeling the bristles of his yellow beard. "Now go get them. And don't worry if you freeze on what poses to do." She briefly smiled. "I have some ideas already and this gives me all the control I need to not care that much on plastering your junk over town. Having final say on everything trumps my jealousy ever so slightly. . .and anyway, I just see all of this as longwinded foreplay."

“You already said that to me. . .”

Posey crossed her hooves. “Well, you need to hear it again. Now do I have to pull out the oil or not?”

Sprout's mouth felt dry as he felt the bra trapping his equipment creak as it tried to contain the thoughts that Posey's words gave him.

***

“Posey, he’s wearing half the costume.” Hitch nervously paced as he tried to stay completely professional in this shoot his knowledge of how things ran normally worked. He bit his lip as he kicked himself for not adjusting the sizes on the costumes. He had waffled on if it was practical and, before the current predicament, Sprout had been near one to one in size with him. Sure he had him beat in athleticism and general confidence but the pair had often swapped clothes- shirts mainly- since they had been colts.

And he wasn’t in the business of checking out stallions. Not his wheelhouse, not his rodeo, not his station. So he never connected the whole nervous issue Sprout had with his normal ask of why he never while his whole costume.

And now that Sprout had gained like 100 pounds- most of it in his lower half- now Hitch had a stark reason why- it wasn’t like he was jealous. No. He wasn’t since he was gifted in all areas of life and Pipp was definitely not complaining. But he was nervous for Sprout. He had zero clue of what to do in posing the red stallion now. He didn’t know his flexibility, his strength, his comfort level with his body.

“It’s fine, Hitch, I have looked over your general ideas and talked him through the whole process. Besides a bit of modification with some angles and the addition of pillow
support, Sprout here is a trooper.”

“If you say so.” Hitch shared a look with Zipp who shook her head silently as she put a hoof up. A universal sigh that she had finished all of her preparations. “Okay everypony positions.”

***

Sweets smiled out at the camera and quickly ran a hoof through Phyllis’ own. A sign of camaderie, weakness, closeness. Not for the cameras, but for the older mare that figuratively held the power in her hooves.

She looked at her PR team’s worried faces and slipped her hooves out and brushed her perfectly pressed dress- a Velour Sign original- and smiled for the cameras, turning on her nice persona and masking her true feelings of each and every fickle voter that were swayed by calls to emotions and intimidation.

“Now some of you may have heard that we are holding an election in our fair city. I am here to say that rumor is true.”

Pause for dramatic effect. That always made the harsher news fall on attentive ears.

“After great deliberation and forethought, Mrs. Cloverleaf has decided that a familial squabbled over the CEO spot in a business such as Canterlogic is not ideal. I have a prepared statement from her that has just been posted to social media and other sources that she has bowed out of the race and has put forward my name as a potential candidate.”

Beaming fake smile. Slight wave as the cameras moved closer to capture her features dusted by a faint hint of makeup. Unsteady breath- a practiced one- to hint at the toil of emotions that hid under her surface. In truth the main thing she felt was joy, pure elation as her months of building an internal power base that was unassuming and so very beautiful in simplicity was paying off.

“I am grateful to Mrs. Cloverleaf for her multiple decades of service and I hope to make her proud. . .”

***

Sprout curved his back slightly as he leaned into the pillow, a hoof wrapping around it as he tried to feign suave coolness. He uncomfortably shifted his hooves so his legs weren’t trapped under his scrotum. He had already got a bit of a mention from Zipp that without that slight movement it looked like Posey’s favorite part of his anatomy looked like a tube of burst biscuits that spilled all over him.

“Okay Sprout, smile with your eyes and then relax your face muscles. I call it the Pink Steel. Works wonders for me.” Hitch mines this wonderous look that he had supposedly perfected- and to Sprout- it just looked like he looked constipated or on the verge of tears.

“I’ll try.”

Hitch threw him a hooves up. “Not everypony can pull it off, if it seems impossible for you we can easily do the normal and relaxed style of modeling. Not my style but some like it better”

Sprout breathed out and tried his best.

“Good, good. Look at the camera. Now hold it and-“

Zipp flirted around the sound stage like a hummingbird as she got every angle possible with cool efficiency. “Got it.”

“That’s it?” Sprout always imagined that would be harder.

Zipp shrugged. “I mean you look like you are going to throw up but sure, that round of photos is done.”

Posey bristled at that. “Sprout looked great.”

Zipp rolled her eyes. “Calm your tits, I’m just saying he looked perfectly fine. And don’t think it’s just cause I am playing along with you guys- I think Hitch looks like a dummy too whenever Pipp pulls out her collection of calendars.”

Hitch looked like he was in shock as he heard the news that somepony thought he was perfectly average at what made him special. “But Pink Steel. . .its super effective on like everypony.”

Zipp shrugged. “I’m more a subscriber to Playcolt for the pictures of mares. It’s not a you thing, Hitch. I just think you aren’t attractive. . .though I wonder why you even care since you and Pipp are a thing.”

Posey laughed. “I like you. So question. If a mare had a predicament like my Sprout here, you’d be all over that? Right?”

Zipp blinked and blushed as she thought of a response. “No. Now can we focus on the shoot. I have stuff to be and places to do. And I’ll do a favor for you two, Sprout, just be natural- gets all of us out faster and looking through the pics- you can’t pull off Hitch’s patented look.”

Posey grinned. “Sure. So we crossed out the clothed pictures. That just leaves the shirtless ones. Give Sprout twenty minutes and we’ll finish up.”

Hitch tapped his hooves together. “Won’t it take like five minutes to-“

Posey held up a hoof. “Baby oil takes time to apply. And I think you know what we might do. Now where is the nearest closet?”

Hitch turned white as a sheet as he realized what Posey was saying. “Oh.”

———

“Why did you say we were going to have sex?” Sprout followed his mare into the nearest closet and was stunned at the size of the thing- it rivaled the pair’s bathroom in size and was full of shelves jammed full of knick knacks clothes and yet it still had a sizable center portion the pair could comfortably walk in. “Holy shit how much space does Hitch need for his closets.”

Posey sighed. “Yes, I agree. This is a bit excessive. But I wasn’t going to screw you, even though that is incredibly tempting. Especially since it looks like your bra is struggling to hold your package.”

Sprout blushed, the faint hint of crimson overtaking his already red cheeks. “It’s been a while since you know. . .” He mimed a jacking motion. “I told you this was a terrible idea. I shouldn’t have done this.”

Posey put his head in her hooves. “No, you big dummy, you shouldn’t have tried to suck in your tummy.” She watched his eyes dart away in shame. “You thought I wouldn’t notice your attempt to look trim?”

“I wanted to look my best.”

“And you already said you could barely fit in his shirts. Look around. Do you think he’d truly miss a few pairs of clothes? Plus I don’t want you lightheaded trying to fit in Hitch’s mold. Now breathe and actually relax.”

“But.”

Posey flicked him on his nose with a hoof. “Sprout, I’m being nice. Just do it.”

“But then the town would call me a pig.”

Posey rolled her eyes. “Honestly they’d probably have to be fended off with a stick. I already had to put one of my bitchier classmates in her place, why not more? Now breathe out. I have two bottles of coconut oil and I am not afraid to use them to make a point.”

“Why two?”

“Precaution. Now strip.”

Sprout froze for a moment as the realization hit. “Pose, you said we probably weren’t going to do the nude pics.”

The yellow mare huffed, part in annoyance, part in that she was unable to fully draw a full breath with these foals in her and she wasn’t in the mood to do much conversating. “That was before I realized that you have a major issue with believing in yourself thanks to somepony’s Mommy issues. I keep telling you are perfect- I keep telling you that no matter what size you are- if your dick was the size of a house or not-“

“I don’t remember you saying that.”

“It’s called exaggeration. Keep up. I am saying that the town is rabid for you because you are hot. Incredibly, unquestionably hot. And you are here comparing yourself to milquetoast Hitch and thinking you are lacking something. You aren’t. You’re going to win the fuck out of this election if I die trying so help me earth. If you think running on your assets is stupid then let me tell you play up the game. They’ll underestimate you- and that’s where you’ll get them cause I’ve been listening to you ramble on and on about fixing the town- all the plans and harebrained ideas you have and you have something here.”

Sprout blinked. “I’ve been running through my speeches at night. . .i thought that you were asleep.”

Posey pointed a hoof at herself. “My bladder wasn’t.” She reached over and unclasped the reinforced metal hooks that kept Sprout’s red undergarment on him. “Now step out of your tent of a bra or I’ll rip it off with my teeth.”

Sprout hastily compiled and his whole body was out in full view.

And to Posey, his time with her had sculpted him into her perfect ideal. And better yet- even though he looked like a dumb jock who focused on far too many cheat days, she knew that he was far from the sort.

Posey grabbed the coconut oil and began her work. She started with his back and shoulders as she eased the tension with a firm nudge when needed, her stallion whinnying as she systematically untangled his nervous knots. She stopped and marveled at his booty as his diet, sexercise, and weighty nuts had grown it into an ass that put mare porn stars to shame. It looked like he was smuggling two melons and she quietly giggled to herself as she noticed that his tail looked like it was being slowly swallowed up by his backside. She wondered briefly if the town would cry photoshop or manipulation. All she knew was that she could bounce a bit easily off his thick booty.

She ran down each of his legs until they looked wet and glistening in the light, his coat damp to her touch not with sweat but with an oil that made him smell like a tropical breeze or one of Sunny’s Pina Colada smoothies. She felt his calves and wondered how he was comparing himself with Hitch- her red husband blew him out of the water. Maybe it was his much larger frame since she noticed that Hitch was far lankier than her solid framed mate. She touched his large hooves and smiled briefly at his recoil from her touch- not from anything she did. Her stallion was just ticklish and it was a cute thing only she knew of him.

She ran next to his most noticeable asset- and the main reason she had brought two bottles of the sweet smelling oil- the large springy orbs smelling faintly of his body odor. She felt him lean into her as she ran her hooves over them until they glistened like a mirror. She could almost see her own reflection in them and she quickly splashed his sexual python with a large dollop of cold oil. She didn’t want to fully wake the five foot monster from its slumber. She had a hospital visit for later and she didn’t want to go and make the job of deciphering her womb even harder with a thick layer of white sludge.

Too bad.

She heard him wince as she rubbed the cold oil over his half hard mast and watched it retract back into his sheathe like a wounded animal.

“Almost done.”

“You should have warned me you were going to do something like that.”

Posey rolled her eyes playfully. “Hospital visit comes first- not your cock. You can pay me back later- your scary dragon re-entered its cave.” She ran a hoof playfully over his thick yellow trail of hair. “Seems like it left a trail of destruction in its wake.”

“Either that’s you trying to be cute or Izzy has rubbed off a bit too much.”

Posey poked him in the stomach, feeling the hard muscle that protected his middle. “I’m always cute and I am trying to be funny and fill the silence. Else it’s just me rubbing you down. Anyway I have to tell you that you are built like a brick house.”

“Which is good?”

Posey popped her head out between Sprout’s front hooves. “Yes you big dummy. And I’m not going to let you cut water from your diet to prove a point.”

“What are you talking about?”

Posey facehooved. “Next time, ask Hitch if he dehydrates himself before a calendar shoot- in hindsight I think I know why he has such well defined abs in these fucking things. It’s such a cheat.” She poked Sprout as hard as she could in the stomach and he grunted in slight surprise. “Did you feel that?”

“A dull ache but not really.”

“That is surprising. Because I tried my hardest to actually hurt you to prove my point. It’s like you are wearing body armor my sweet stallion. You are like a turtle compared to Hitch and his rabbit like self of you want to use animals for comparison.

“Oh. That. . .changes some things.”

“Now give me a minute and we’ll be done. Just have your chest and neck to do. Then we can make out.”

Sprout sputtered as he tried to stay calm.

“I said it would take twenty or so minutes to do this and your dick complied so we have ten minutes of dead time I didn’t plan for to fill. I said I wasn’t going to fuck you. I didn’t say that I wasn’t going to worship you my sweet turtle.”

Sprout blushed as Posey quickly finished her work.

***

“You think we should check on those two or not? It’s nearly been twenty minutes.” Zipp yawned as she looked around the studio. “I knew I should have slept in.”

Hitch tapped a hoof in annoyance. “I’m not walking in on them.”

Zipp scoffed. “I saw what you did on PonyFans, Hitch. I didn’t peg you for a nervous prude. I mean it’s animal instincts and all that. Plus it’s Sprout, if I didn’t know Posey was knocked up I would’ve thought he’d be unable to fit anywhere. A hotdog down a pinhole if you will.”

Hitch bit his lip. “Can we not talk about that right now.” Sprout used to be his Deputy- and if the Big Brother Ponies hadn’t superseded his authority he’d still be Sheriff. He liked separating work from pleasure. Work/ life balance was important and all Zipp’s mentions of Sprout’s privates for the last twenty minutes just made him feel inadequate. Not that he should be complaining, his years and years of sculpting his body to a certain ideal took work, effort, and a boring diet. He wasn’t miffed about that- that was an accomplishment.

What stuck in his craw was that Sprout was just lucky. Blessed with an endowment that looked like a magical accident. And his diet was absolutely, positively garbage. Hitch had tracked his diet when he had down time from work and all he could see was a cavalcade of desserts- cakes, pies, brownies and the like and the old faithful daily large pizza.

Hitch was jealous because he had to sacrifice to look good while Sprout could just wake up and enjoy life.

“Okay, let’s play I Spy. Gives us something to do.” Hitch stared around the room ready to refocus his thoughts away from Sprout. “I spy something red. . .” Hitch slowly turned crimson as he watched Sprout walk into the room. An air of calm focused confidence exuded from the red stallion and Hitch looked down and briefly wondered how Sprout could even walk with his equipment. “N-never mind. Looks like we’re going to finish the shoot. Hey, uh, Sprout, can I talk to you for a moment?” Even looking at the stallion was almost blinding as the lights reflected off him like a crystal ball- he glistened like he walked straight out of the shower.

Sprout shrugged and sashayed over to Hitch, surprising Hitch with how mobile and quick he was. “What’s up?”

Hitch tried to broach the subject nicely. “You said no nude pictures. I remember Posey saying no to that as well.”

Sprout smiled a wide and comfortable grin that brightened his face and Hitch briefly wondered of thoughts that were not common to his straight as an arrow self. “We decided to play with expectations. Posey was pretty good with her argument. She’s very convincing.”

“You don’t mean that- you know.” Hitch tried to be discrete.

Sprout shook his head. “No. Of course not. We didn’t do any funny business, Hitch, we can talk without jumping each other. For the most part. I just think my secret campaign manager has a point to play up how dumb I look.”

“You don’t look stupid.”

Sprout shrugged. “I feel stupid because I would rather not have this medical condition thing going on but we can use it. Play up the ridiculous nature of it. Act like that’s the only thing in my mind and poof the moment I have a debate I flip the script. Plus this is kind of a cathartic thing- you have no idea the things I heard about my body because I didn’t fit into Canterlogic’s mold- especially since I was the heir apparent.” He let his put on smile drop for a moment before breathing out and composing himself yet again. “Now where do we need to start at because I don’t want my wife to be late for her appointment.”

Hitch slowly pointed in the direction of the stage and wondered where his life had gone horribly wrong. He decided to place it around the time he had chased Sunny and Izzy to Zephyr Heights- before the unicorn’s appearance in Maretime Bay, his life had been incredibly simple and concise.

“Thanks.”

***

Sprout breathed out and let his worries float away as he posed for this series of pictures- he felt ridiculous and he could see Hitch and Zipp’s professional demeanor shift as Posey took more control over the final few pictures.

But a part of him felt like he was free. His mother had told him for so, so very long how his body was disgusting and wrong. How he was cursed with excess- and part of him knew it was true, he couldn’t deny that since his magical issue wasn’t going away just yet- but he felt okay about the future.

With his beautiful wife there directing the show he could comfortably work through the poses without tripping over himself or being too self conscious. Sure, these images were still for the entire town- or at least the most risqué corners of it. . .but in this moment both Zipp and Hitch dropped away from his view and all he could focus on was Posey- her large grin told him that she was getting as much joy out of this as he did.

Most ponies dismissed his mare as being heartless and cold, if not cruel, but she was always wearing a public facing mask built via a decade of pain. She felt emotions like any other pony and Sprout could see her true smile that she hid from everypony but him.

Posey tossed him a hard hat and he gingerly caught it in his hooves.

“I thought we were done with the costumes.”

Posey shrugged, a smile on her lips. “Humor me, I had an idea that would probably play super well in the red light district. You know besides the shots we already took.”

Sprout blushed as he ran through the last twenty minutes. “Zipp, can you send me a copy or two of the whole session? Without the slogans.”

The white Pegasus ran a hoof through her colorful mane. “Yeah, that’s simple. Just give me an hour after this finishes and I’ll be ready. The clean ones, right?”

“All of them.”

“Throw them all in.”

“You sure?”

“If I didn’t ask, I bet I’d regret it later.”

“Fine, it’s your funeral.”

Sprout carefully out on the hard hat and shifted it around until it felt secure on his head.

“Okay, we have a shovel here and we’ve not used it yet. Not that we haven’t tried it’s just that Hitch doesn’t have many clothes that work with heavy equipment of any sort.”

Hitch rolled his eyes. “I never got around to doing a whole calendar with that theme. It was mainly doctors and cops and the rare flannel the town liked. Sure I had a few ponies asking for different looks but it tended to be me in makeup or dresses.”

“I don’t remember a picture like that. . .and I bought most of-” Sprout cocked his head and looked away as he realized what he said out loud. “I mean I saw others do that. Not me. I’d remember them mentioning a dress.”

Zipp chuckled as she realized a fun little thing to remember for later. Hitch just carried on like he didn’t even notice or care about Sprout spilling a secret like that.

“I looked fantastic in a dress.”

Posey just sighed. “Sure, you probably do. But it’s kind of hard to provide Sprout with a good strong performative vibe for the help the economy slogan when you are a marshmallow. A non-threatening metrosexual blob that the town loves so very much. So the best prop I have for my worker stallion here is a shovel.” Posey rifled through the bare props and sighed as she pulled out a large shovel. “I could make this work. . .”

She gave it to Sprout and quietly whispered in his ear the few ideas she had.

“Really? That’s simpler than I expected.”

“Simple is easy. Eye catching and probably for the best. I mean we aren’t going to have you fellate it. Just do what feels natural.

He nodded. “Give me a hoof here though.”

Posey got to his right side and held out her hoof- her plan required her cute husband to stand firmly on his back hooves and, while ponies could do such a thing in short bursts, it wasn’t the most natural thing to do. She watched him wobble to his hooves and get used to the difference in height and as he was ready to move fully vertical and lean like she instructed him to do- his body shifted as his weighty crotch moved back towards his new center of gravity.

Sprout’s hooves flailed around as he tried to stay balanced, his eyes shut in terror as he prepared for the worst.

That worry never came as he rested on his squishy orbs like a bean bag chair. He moaned as the odd feeling hit his pleasure center and he rocked ever so slightly on his hooves as he got used to the idea that he couldn’t stand on his hind legs like they wanted. “Oh. This is bad right?”

“I mean I’ve never seen anything like this and I watch porn when I need a pick me up.” Zipp shrugged.

“I thought you were gay.” Hitch cocked an eyebrow.

“I am. Still not attracted to you. Or does the look not clue you in? It’s just I like mares and there’s a lot more straight action than not.” She chuckled. “Even the Bridlewood attempts at porn don’t have stars like this. And they have magic on their side .”

“Bridlewood has-“

Zipp shrugged. “They learned the wonders of the internet and magic and decided to have fun. Izzy probably was to blame, though after meeting a few of them for. . .diplomatic relations. . .as a member of the Zephyr Heights royal family- they are weird enough that I think given enough time they’d have a wild interpretation of the internet. A bunnycorn and a typewriter situation.”

Sprout wobbled on his hooves as the weight of his body started feeling less pleasant to his hacky sacks. “Fascinating, but-“

Zipp blinked. “Oh yeah. Posey can you pose him?”

Posey rested the shovel between the cleft of her stallions red orbs the pole sliding between the two and getting enveloped by them. If the head of the shovel wasn’t there, most ponies wouldn’t even notice the thing. “And there we go.” She briefly kissed Sprout on the neck, leaning into his shoulder and taking a good long whiff of his coconut scented coat, the faintest scent of his natural scent there- a hint of cinnamon spiced wonder that made her wish that there wasn’t any lingering plans for the day.

She broke her touch and let Zipp finish the shoot. She had ideas for other poses, his body flexing and twisting in sensual ways that would excite the town but the reality of how his body worked- most of those poses required a hint of space between his legs to make them appear viable options. “Okay. That’s good. Send a copy to Sprout and get copies to Izzy.”

It wasn’t her first choice of messenger- but the unicorn liked to flaunt the law and break every rule of decency. She wouldn’t mind plastering the town with illicit images of Sprout. The crazy mare would think it was fun. “Thanks, everypony.”

Zipp nodded.

Hitch sat there in silence before turning and muttering that he needed a drink.

Odd, but Posey had other things to worry about. Like her ultrasound. She decided that shooting a text to Pipp about Hitch’s mood would be easier.

Posey gripped a hoof around her stallion’s plush middle and helped him fall forward safely- besides a slight complaint about some sore testicles, her adorably chubby husband waddled his way towards the door.

“Sprout?”

“Yeah?”

“You did great today.” She kissed him on his cheek, his yellow beard rasping her lips. “I think I know what we can do when we get bored. Cause I’m not letting your stallion model experience go to waste- and if I know the town- neither will they.”

He blushed. “Well as long as you get in on it.”

Posey briefly smiled. “If you get past the whole looking like a whale thing then of course.”

Sprout rolled his eyes. “Well, you’re a killer whale. So I don’t mind that. Now do we have time for pizza before the appointment or not. I was so worried about fucking up this session that I didn’t eat breakfast. And it’s after lunch.”

Posey laughed. “Of course. I think I might skip it.” She thought for a moment. “I mean I won’t eat before the appointment but I’ll get something for later. Though I don’t know what to get. I don’t want to jinx the baby.”

Sprout ran a good over his face. “Well if I had my way I’d choose the largest thing on the menu. Then if it’s good news it’s a celebration. If it’s bad news then-“

Posey sighed. “That just sounds like a roundabout way to stuff myself silly with pizza.”

Sprout hugged his mare close and took a whiff of her hair, the scent of flowers filling his nostrils. “You caught me. I mean you can go with a lighter pizza. String Cheese has a few healthier options.”

“I said you were predictable, not that I said no.”

The pair of ponies headed off to the best pizza shop in Maretime Bay.

Author's Note

Don’t remember writing any of thisdue to being incredibly ill. Would have written more but the chapter had two main points and combining this silly idea with the more serious ultrasound idea for next chapter didn’t work in my head.