"Cease and Desist" is what people say when I float story ideas
It was in High School that Wind Sprint realized that, even despite a buckball cutie mark, she would never be a professional buckball player. Oh, she was good, all right, but not quite professional-good. A buckball scholarship sent her to University of Foalafornia, Los Alicornios to get her degree in Theater Studies, and it was thanks to daily buckball that she stayed lean, fit, athletic, and highly desired by both stallions and other mares.
But it was her Theater Studies degree, combined with her looks, that led to her eventual—and well remunerated—career.
With a fake horn and a fake cutie mark, a little hair dye, and a bit of oversaturation of the film in the darkroom, Wind Sprint became the spitting image of Empress Twilight Sparkle.
She was, in fact, the most successful Empress Twilight impersonator in Equestria.
Of course, oversaturating the film to turn Wind Sprint's colors into Twilight's colors made other ponies, with their pastel colors, look odd. Rumble had looked green and Sunburst looked like radioactive lava. And Twist? Goodness! The developer who ran that film through the darkroom still needed twice-daily medication and that particular film's editor had gone blind, requiring the studio hire a new editor and pay increased workmare's compensation insurance premiums.
Therefore, Wind Sprint specialized in movies where she could co-star with griffons and their dull colorations, or co-star with zebras and their simple black-and-white colorations: neither griffons nor zebras turned into something unnatural when oversaturated in the darkroom.
The inter-species theme, combined with Twilight's status as Princess of Friendship and Head of State, led to most of Wind Sprint's movies having plots—such plots as there were, and what there were of them—mostly about embassy balls or diplomatic negotiations.
It was in that context that, one day, that she staggered away from the set of the "Embassy Ballroom" and into her dressing room, turned the shower on to the hottest water it had, tossed her fake unicorn horn to the floor, and put her rump under the shower's stream to wash five zebras' cum off of her buttcheeks and anus.
Because, as it turned out, "Empress Twilight Impersonator" was a well-paid on-screen profession, but only for one particular type of movie.
She raised her tail and let the hot water really clean her backside. Then, she flexed her wings. She preferred co-starring with griffons—barbed dicks aside—because they had wings themselves and knew instinctively not to put their weight on her wings. Zebras, lacking that instinct, often forgot the pre-shoot safety briefing while in the throes of their passion.
The water sluiced over her, washing away the painted-on Twilight cutie mark and removing the dye from her tail. She turned around and washed her mane, getting the dye out of it, too.
A hoof knocked sharply on her dressing room door and the movie's director, Money Shot, barged in. A few steps behind her was Wind Sprint's agent, manager, and step-father, Quibble Pants. Quibble stepped carefully, stumbling over a set of Wind Sprint's discarded stockings, because Quibble had one foreleg covering his eyes.
"Wind Sprint? Are you decent?" Quibble asked.
"Nope."
Quibble turned around and faced the door, looking away from her before lowering his leg.
"For Luna's sake, Quibble," Wind Sprint sighed, "you personally approve every final cut of my movies in the editing booth."
"Yeah," Quibble said, "but that's with the editor and not my-face-to-your-butt."
"You made them re-cut the moneyshot to focus more on my ass in Embassy Follies Six."
"The editor agreed," Quibble said.
"The editor is my mom."
"Shouldn't that make it better?" Quibble asked.
"No!" Wind Sprint said as a large wad of cum splattered to the floor of the shower.
"As fascinating a family dynamic as this is," Money Shot said, "we've got a problem."
"Yeah, my wings," Wind Sprint said. "My buckball club has a game in an hour and I don't think I can fly. Where did you find those guys? Zebra Diplomat Number Two must be a professional weight lifter, he was huge. My wings kill."
"No, we have a bigger problem than your wings. We just got served by Empress Twilight's lawyers."
Lawyers? Wind Sprint's head went light and she felt cold, despite the steamy, scalding shower. "What?!"
"Oh!" Quibble said. "Next movie: Twilight gets 'served' by the Bar Association."
"Yep," Money Shot continued. "They aren't happy about our movies. Or you."
"What do the legal papers say?" Wind Sprint asked, scrubbing cum from her mane.
Quibble Pants, still refusing to look at Wind Sprint, shuffled through the sheaf of legal documents. "It's a cease and desist, rather than a lawsuit for damages, but they are threatening the lawsuit if we proceed."
"Crap," Wind Sprint said, thinking about her retirement accounts and how they weren't anywhere near as full as she wanted them to be. "Crap!"
"Yeah," Money Shot said, rubbing her horn. "She filed a cease and desist on your ass."
"So what are we going to do?" Wind Sprint asked.
Clear Sky, Wind Sprint's mom and editor, trotted in. "I can't believe we have to destroy that footage! That scene was great. I've never seen you take somecreature up the ass like you just took Zebra Waiter Number Two, honey."
"Au contraire," Quibble said. "Griffon Embassy Guard Number Seven last month."
"Oh, he was good..." Clear Sky said, sashaying her butt in memories.
"I was sore for days," Quibble said. "I don't know how I let you and him talk me into that."
"Ew," said Wind Sprint.
"For Celestia's Sake..." Money Shot muttered. Then she looked at Quibble. "I know I've said this before, but with your dull brown coat, you could totally be in one of Wind Sprint's movies. We've got the script for 'stuck in a clothes dryer, calls repairgriffon.' We could sub you in."
Clear Sky laughed. "Just look at his face. Nopony would believe he could repair anything."
"ANYway," Money Shot said, trying to retake control of the conversation, "Get clean, get dry, and head back to makeup so we can reshoot the scene. Props has already burned the couch but I sent my gopher to get a new one."
"Wait, I didn't think they allowed rodents in the sofa shop?" Quibble asked.
Star Tracker pranced into the dressing room. "Did someone call for makeup?"
"I'll be ready for you in a few minutes," Wind Sprint said. "There's cum in my ear, this won't be fast."
Money Shot said, "Wind Sprint needs to get back into makeup ASAP. We'll put a load of lube up her vag while we get the zebras ready for take two."
"If they filed a cease and desist on us, why aren't we stopping production?" Wind Sprint asked.
"We're reshooting it as a vaginal scene, instead of anal," Money Shot explained.
"What?" Wind Sprint said, cocking her head at him. "Why is vaginal okay and anal not?"
"I already explained! Empress Twilight filed a cease and desist... on your ass."
Author's Note
"Wind Sprint? Are you decent?" Quibble asked.
"Nope."
