Iron Will makes a porno

“... And that's why you gotta qualitate your potentiality!” Iron Will crossed his beefy arms across the mighty slabs of his bulging pectorals, flexing subtly to emphasize the strength of his words. He gave his usual winning and confident smile, one brow perking in a cheeky gesture. Suddenly, he thrust a finger outward and affected a serious expression. “That's why if somepony tries to block, show 'em that you rock!”

He wasn't pointing at much. Aside from a few of his (poorly paid) goat workers milling about in the back of the motel's cheap conference room and eating the dingy tablecloths he had only two audience members. One was a unicorn stallion who was fast asleep, head down, drool puddle and all; the other was a pegasus mare watching him intently. Once the pointing had ended she called out, “So when do you start dancing?”

The minotaur's huge head fell and he let out a giant sigh. Despite his utter disappointment and sense of failure he still started to move his hooves, shuffling and tapping them on the wooden stage, adding a few flexes of his arms every so often. 'A bull's gotta eat...' he thought bitterly, as the bit coins and bills hit the stage, accompanied by lusty, lewd cries from the mare.

Cleaning up from his latest demotivating motivational speech disaster had been remarkably easy. Take down the banner, sweep up the money, pay the motel for the tablecloths, dock his goats for the cost and then trundle out to the usual.

The motel bar provided the proper cap to his ritual of failure. How long had he been doing this exact thing? Years. It felt more like decades. Iron Will kept waiting to be presented with the lifetime underachievement award. Granted, he was a minotaur in pony society, never an easy sell. But he though for sure he had a dynamite business plan! Motivational speaking! He had presence, charisma, a good voice and a tie! What more could he need? “An audience...” he muttered into his glass of ouzo.

The glasses he was using hammered his alien nature home. Back home he would be in a proper taverna with fried zucchini, a salad and properly sized glasses of near-frozen liquor made on the premises. The pony glasses were little more than shot glasses to him, and the liquid was barely cool. At least it was imported. He could really taste the anise.

It was considered stupid to sock ouzo on an empty stomach, but a delayed intoxication suited his mood. He needed it. And besides, it was never a good idea to sell your soul to cheap bar food; it would have its revenge soon enough.

“You hear from Flank?” Iron Will turned his head slightly, to two ponies talking slightly down the bar. The pair of earth ponies looked like dead-common post-Frat douchebags, with their trendy clothes and spike-cut manes.

“Yea dude, said he got a call-back on his audition. They really loved the way his dick waved on camera.” That statement made the minotaur jerk back a little.

“Fucking asshole. Couldn't set us up with that? I'll fuck some slut on camera. They don't even have to fucking pay me for that shit. I'm on that.”

“Oh yea, you got all the poon.” The second pony shoved the first and laughed in his face, “You even struck out with the fat whores and donkeys. You'd fucking pay for it if you could.”

“Fuck you, dude.” The first shoved his drinking companion back then slugged down a shot of something that looked cheap and potent. “For serious, though... fucking some sweet pussy and getting paid!”

The two stallions clopped hooves, the second also slamming a shot. “For real, man. Serious cash doing that shit. Pound some bitch while a creepy dude shoves a camera at your junk and make serious bank.”

“I fucking hate Flank, he's gonna be up to his neck in porn stars and money and we get shit. And he's probably gonna send us the videos. That's fucking queer, dude.” The first shook his head and motioned for another.

“Free porn, man, free porn.” While the two devolved into talk of pornography, bitches and lies about former conquests, Iron Will fell deep into thought.

He had tried acting before, as a sort of transitional step between grunt work and motivational speaking. Well... not so much 'acting.' He had been a pitch-bull for any cheap 'As seen on TV' garbage his train-wreck of an agent could get. He barely cleared any money after paying the leech, and was constantly drowning in sleaze, having to lie through his perfect white teeth about juicers that added more peel than juice and magic elixers that were just barely free of toxic materials. Sometimes he thought he had been used for those because his hefty frame could handle the effects.

That thought made him feel foolish much later on, as he scoured the newspapers for any hint of such locations. If regular movies would not bother with him, why would porn be any different. True, he had never seen any Equestrian porn, but he had to assume it was just ponies having sex, probably in sleazy locations.

He had never even considered having sex with a pony. Four legs, small bodies, two very small teats rather than big, robust udders. Not much there to appeal to him. It would be a job, sure, more of a chore than a passion but he needed some inspiration to... he went back to his search and found a tiny casting call notice. 'Bare Mare Studios. All Species Welcome.'

The notice had not been very forthcoming about what to bring, or what to do, but it was a porn studio. Iron Will had a vague idea of what was expected. The next day Iron Will found himself walking down the street, in a particularly dark part of the city. The smaller buildings were trapped beneath the shadows of the skyscrapers and victims of urban decay. In a sense. It didn't seem that bad, things were at least kept up. The location itself was rather clean, a modest building of a few stories and of good depth made mostly of stone with small, covered windows, probably for good reason. The sign above told him he was in the right place. 'Bare Mare Studios', written in a flowing script, with the image of mares, one of each species, hiding themselves behind the curves of the writing.

The lobby he entered was surprisingly well-appointed. It had a very modern feel, the walls curved comfortingly and painted a soft eggshell white. The carpet beneath his hooves was a dark blue and the high ceilings were set with humming fluorescent lights. In the center of the room was a receptionist area, made of two semi-circular desks set low. They were staffed by two cream-colored unicorn mares wearing headsets. The one facing front saw Iron Will enter and gave him a smile. “Good day, sir, and Welcome to Bare Mare Studios. How may I help you? Do you have an appointment perhaps?”

It was certainly not what he had been expecting. In all honesty it looked like the waiting room of a doctor's office. The main difference was, when someone was instructed to disrobe and bend over, it wasn't to take their temperature. The cordial welcome and nice surroundings threw Iron Will for a loop. He just held out the newspaper, and pointed at the circled casting call notice. “Uh, my name is Iron Will and I saw this notice here that you were looking for...”

“Of course! Of course. Someone new for the open casting. Well now... we've never had a minotaur, have we?” The first receptionist turned back to look at the second.

“No... which is weird. We've had everything else in here.” The other mare stroked her chin and regarded Iron Will. “That should go over well.”

“You're right,” The first mare said, using her magic to open a door in the back of the reception area. “Straight down the hall and to the right. Just knock when you see the door marked, 'Sapphire Shores.' Tell her you're here for the casting call and things will go from there. And thank you for choosing 'Bare Mare Studios' for employment.”

Iron Will proceeded to the door as indicated, somewhat confused by how easy it had been, given his usual rejection. The hallway he found within looked like a standard office hallway. The same blue carpet, walls covered in a textured wallpaper in a neutral color and posters on the wall between doors. Rather than the usual nature scenes or encouraging slogans, however, there were posters for what he assumed were productions of the studio. There were some standard pieces, as he expected, such as something called, 'Nightmare Poon' with a very cheesily-done fake Nightmare Moon, and its sequel, 'The Return of Nightmare Poon: The Repoonening.' However, he also saw titles such as 'Jacking Off' featuring male donkeys, and 'Den of the Diamond Dongs' with a few Diamond Dogs in evidence.

The varied fare had his mood bright by the time he got to the indicated door. A few solid knocks brought for a sweet, slightly husky voice from within, “C'mon in, honey, it's open.” Opening the door revealed a rather ordinary office, somewhat tight, or perhaps 'cozy' would be the kinder description. Several file drawers stood around a large darkly-stained antique desk. Behind that was Sapphire Shores, formerly the Pony of Pop. No one ever knew what became of her after bowing out gracefully when her sales started to decline and she knew her time in the spotlight was up. “Well hey there honey. Mm! I know why they sent you to me.”

“Greetings miss... Shores? As in the Sapphire Shores? I've heard of you, and I don't even listen to music that much,” Iron Will said, tilting his head slightly.

“Of course you've heard of me. I think every creature in Equestria has. Back in my prime I was everywhere,” Sapphire noted, with some pride.

“I thought you were still making music,” Iron Will said, scratching his chin in confusion.

“Oh no, honey. I saw the writing on the wall. I knew when my time had come. Careers never last long for pop ponies like me. I took my money and got out clean. Now I work here, 'cause I need something to do during the day. Keeps me honest,” The pop pony said with a wink and titter.

“Uhh, so you're one of the... stars here?” Iron Will cast his mind back over the posters. Had he seen her face on any of them?

“What? Awww naw, that ain't my style. I know they'd love to see it, but I am not gonna sell out like some Joke-smokin' has-been.” Sapphire rubbernecked at the minotaur and took on a serious look. “I can still work hard at promotion and other things. I did a lot on my own when I was a singer. I do casting around here. And I'm guessing you just might... fit. So tell me, honey, how big are you?”

“Seven foot three,” Iron Will replied, scrabbling in a pack he had with him for his ID.

"No," Sapphire giggled, "I'm talking about your tool. How big are we talking? Breezie? Workhorse? Donkey? Zebra? Olympic?”

The sudden realization of what was meant made the minotaur blush deeply and subtly cross his legs. "I... I don't know," Iron Will said, "I've never measured it before." He then placed a large hand over the tasteful cobalt blue loincloth he was wearing.

"Really?" Sapphire said, surprised, "You mean you've never been the least bit curious?"

Iron Will glanced at her pitiably, before looking away. “Uh, well, it never really came up before.”Sapphire Shored raised an accusatory eyebrow. It suddenly dawned on Iron Will that his statement could be misconstrued. “I mean it has come up!” Iron Will said hastily, “Plenty of times! What I meant was a situation when I would be able to measure it never-”

“I know what you meant,” Sapphire said as she interrupted Iron Will before he could further embarrass himself, “I just wanted to see you sweat. No matter," the mare said, with a light titter, "We'll get you measured right now. Just drop the cloth and show me the beef.”

Iron Will stammered a bit at the request but figured it was a necessary part of the process. He needed the work and knew it would be best to play the game. With a slight tremble he slid down the cloth, exposing his bullhood. Dormant, his organ was a dark blue tube that curved slightly as it hung down from his crotch. The flesh was slightly wrinkled and it was crowned with an abundant foreskin. The length was comparable to a pony at drop. The testicles below had a strongly ovoid cast, more so than the usual. Their seat in the scrotum practically created pointed bottoms and indeed very nearly made it looks as though there was a split between them. They were certainly far more generously sized than even the most endowed pony, by a decent margin. “Got a... measuring tape?” Iron Will asked, with some quaver in his voice.

It took Sapphire a minute to respond, given the way she was simply staring at the hanging flesh and lightly-waving stones. She regained her composure with a sweep of her mane and smiled up at her charge. “Naw, honey, I'm gonna need you to get hard. That way we know who we can put you with and do some on-the-box advertising about size. Gotta obey the law about that.”

“Right. Let me, uh, get on that...” At first Iron Will tried to will himself hard, but it was hard to do on command. His next attempt was to stroke it, flopping it it against his abs and his scrotum, fingers gently rubbing up by the glans hidden beneath the foreskin. Nothing much happened, other than a deepening of the blush on his face. “I, uh, can't seem to...”

“Don't worry, honey, it happens to a lot of guys,” Sapphire said, with a practiced ease, while patting him comfortingly on the arm. She opened up a cabinet beside one of her filing cabinets and revealed a television and selection of videos. “Got all the porn you could possibly want here,” Sapphire said, with an unusual amount of pride.

Iron Will flipped through the selection and noted both the titles and covers. Ponies. All ponies. “This isn't likely to help me much. I don't really... really go for pony porn.”

“That's fine. We all have our preferences,” Sapphire said, with another pat on Iron Will's arm. “Try something I learned working here. Close your eyes. Tune out everything and just focus on what you really love to see. That should work for ya.”

“It's certainly worth a try...” Iron Will shut his eyes tight and pulled his focus inward, shutting out the light murmur of an office environment and focusing exclusively on the women back home. Some spicy little number, black and white spots... no, all roan. Nice, reddish coat all over, long hair in curly rings, steel ring in her nose. Maybe gold, to set off her green eyes. Toga sliding off her nice, strong muscles, heavy chest bouncing and full of milk, her udders sagging low on her belly, teats engorged. Standing bare on the beach, in front of a sunset, one hand squeezing a chest teat the other pulling on an udder teat, two streams of milk arcing and splattering onto the sand...

While the action was going on in his mind, there was still some activity going on with his body. When Iron Will had gone to think, Sapphire Shores had taken the opportunity to get her measuring tape. She turned around in time to see the big minotaur proving he was not just a shower but a grower. The blue organ had deepened in color, with the subtle trace of veins showing just beneath the surface. The wrinkled skin had pulled tight to the engorged flesh beneath, the hanging foreskin pulling back a bit to exposed the dark, purplish crown, slit shining as a small, clear bead of precum appeared. “Sensational!” Sapphire cried, quickly slapping the tape against the grown member. “What is your name, honey?”

The sudden cry and the press of the vinyl tape against his heated flesh snapped Iron Will out of his fantasy, eyes whipping down to regard the excited mare ogling his package like it was a great treasure. “M-my name is Iron Will. I mean, that's what it is now but back home it was...”

“That's fine, honey that... is... fine! Oh you've got a name and a knob for this business. Hmm. Maybe we'll just call you Iron Willie from now on? How is that? You could make a mint under that name. Oh I know just the role for you, believe me!”

“You mean I'm hired?” Iron Will smiled brightly and adjusted his tie, suddenly forgetting he was naked and erect in front of a mare. “This is fantastic!”

“Oh it sure is...” Sapphire muttered, wiping a bit of drool from her chin as she watched the minotaur monster slowly shrink back down to a flaccid state. Remembering her professionalism she cleared her throat and opened up one of the cabinets to extract a small pile of papers. “I'll just need you to fill in this information. We'll get you into the union, waive your screen test and have you on set once you pass your medical screening.”

Iron Will whistled as he settled himself onto his knees to start in on his paperwork, testicles occasionally resting on the ground as he worked. “That's mighty nice of you. This means a whole lot to me.”

“Believe me honey, it will probably mean a whole lot to your lucky costar,” Sapphire said with a grin, standing behind Iron Will to watch the testes wave.

It had been a whirlwind few weeks. Iron Will had relied on his meager savings and a few more middling speaking gigs to get him through the period, which also had included his battery of medical checks. There had been a rather odd sense of pride in being told he was completely STD-free and the picture of perfect health. He had also felt a strange swell of pride in getting his Equestrian Adult Actor's Coalition membership card. He felt so official and accepted. It even made him forget that he was being cleared to work in porn.

After everything had been cleared and he had been given a phone call he strolled into 'Bare Mare' to find the same secretaries as before. “Well hello there, beefcake. Welcome back,” The first secretary said to him, with a teasing lilt.

“Hello there ladies. Sapphire called me about a part...” Iron Will began.

“Right. Down this hallway to studio three,” The second secretary used her horn to open a door, then dropped a wink to the minotaur. “Have fun. You pulled a winner for your first job.”

“Uh, thank you, ladies,” Iron Will said, somewhat confused by the huge, knowing smiles of the two secretaries. He strolled down the hallway, again noting more movie posters. It was a very ordinary hall, once again. Exactly as might be seen in an office building. He reached the studio indicated and opened the door, expecting to find a sleazy, seedy space of wanton debauchery and grime.

What greeted him when the door opened was a very plain scene. The walls were a uniform gray tone and made of some kind of foam material. The floor was polished stone, with grip tape laid down. Wires snaked everywhere, leading to cameras and various monitors and microphones as well as other machines whose purpose he did not know. In the center and to the back was a set piece, a backdrop looking like moss-covered stone while the decorations resembled a kind of stone altar. There was also a reasonably ornate stone-looking throne set by the altar in such a way that it could be shot from several angles.

As soon as he was on set he was approached by Sapphire Shores, who had another set of papers with you. “I've got your contract here. Consider yourself lucky, you are going to be working with the biggest star in the Equestrian adult film industry.”

Iron Will did not question anything, he just started signing on the proper dotted lines. He had to bleed off his nervous energy. “I never really got much information about this...”

“Had to make sure you'd be cleared for it. We can get the script for you before we start. This is going to be the third in our most successful series. You've heard of Daring Do? This is our porn parody, Daring Screw. It's called Daring Screw and the Minotaur's Member," Sapphire Shores said, "You should consider yourself lucky to be getting a title role in your first picture."

“Certain parts getting the role,” Iron Will noted, with a small chuckle, before asking, “So what do I do?”

“First of all you should meet the director. He's a real big shot in the industry.” Sapphire led Iron Will away to a stallion sitting in a director's chair. The shades-wearing, suited male was none other than Hoity-Toity, noted fashion critic and notorious defender of pornographic magazines. “Here he is, Mister Hoity. Iron Willie, like I was telling you.”

Hoity-Toity slid down his sunglasses just a little bit and gave the big minotaur a once-over. “Well, he certainly looks the part. I was afraid we'd need to apply a bit of makeup to a Diamond Dog. This solves any number of problems. So Mister... William, I assume you have been informed of your duties?”

“Not yet, Mister Hoity. I wanted it all squared away before I gave him anything. But he's all cleared, union card and all. He just needs a script.” Sapphire said.

“Very good instincts, Miss Shores. You were quite correct to do so, and I will provide that after he has met the starlet. But before that, the preliminaries. He must meet... the harpy.”

“I didn't even know you employed harpies,” Iron Will said.

“Oh not like the makeup-smeared stars of the last Daring Screw film. I refer to the blood-thirsty legal beast who represents your charming co-star. She is so terrifying I have only deigned to have at her a few dozen times, and only a few times before the camera.” Hoity-Toity pushed his sunglasses back up and hit an intercom near his chair. “Miss Finish, please come in here. The co-star has arrived.”

It took a few moments but soon enough another flamboyant figure emerged onto the set and made a beeline for Hoity-Toity's chair. Her snowball mane and all-concealing glasses were unmistakeable. Photo Finish, former A-list fashion photographer turned legal-eagle talent agent with a client list that was short but incredibly mighty. She made a name as the best by only representing the best. “Guten Tag to you, Hoity,” she said in her usual dismissive tone, “You are looking fair for a pornographer.”

“And good day you you, Photo. You are not as pinched and unpleasant today.” After responding in kind Hoity practically leaped for Photo Finish, the mare grabbing him up as he came close, both merging into a loud, passionate kiss. Cheeks bulged as their tongues met, twined, thrust and parried, saliva swapping freely between the two professionals. Hot, bestial sounds emerged from the two as they savored one another's mouths. Iron Will looked on with no small amount of shock, confusion and utter discombobulation. Sapphire didn't even blink. Eventually they parted with a soft sound, regaining proper composure immediately, the only sign of anything untoward being a sheen on their lips. “As I said, here we have the co-star, a Mister William. A genuine minotaur. Only the best for your client.”

“As it should be,” Photo declared, firmly. She strode up to Iron Will and began to appraise him with the eye of a professional used to judging flesh. Her face betrayed no emotion; she neither approved nor disapproved of his looks. “Sholid und shtrong. Sehr gut. He ish acceptable,” She said, turning to Hoity.

“That means she likes you,” Sapphire said with a wink, gently nudging Iron Will.

"So," Photo Finish said, turning her critical gaze on Iron Will once more, "How many other productions have you been in?"

"Uh..." Iron Will stammered, nervously, "One. Including now."

"What?!" Photo Finish exclaimed. She marched over to Hoity Toity and poked him in his chest. "Is this shome kind of joke?" Photo Finish seethed, "Mein client ish one of the biggest shtars in the adult film indushtry! I am not going to have her work along shide shome greenhorn!" The comment had Iron Will grabbing at his horns, trying to get a look at them in anything reflective.

"Miss Finish," Hoity Toity said, coolly, "Your client has been under a lot of things. Perhaps it's slipped your mind that she's also under contract. If she walks off the project, we'll sue."

Photo Finish engaged in a slow burn but turned aside with a huff. “Fine! I will get the shtarlet.” She then stalked off stomping her hooves.

“She's very passionate about her clients. She's very passionate about everything. But that is why she is the best. I would not bother dealing with less,” Hoity noted to a very deflated-looking Iron Will.

Photo Finish came back from one of he other doors, which indicated it led to dressing rooms. Trailing her was the starlet for the movie. She was a pegasus, of course, bright and sunshiney yellow, like a polished lemon. Her hair was cropped into a slightly masculine style, and dyed into a multi-hued grayscale, a monochromatic rainbow. Her tail was the same way, combed out into perfect straightness. She enhanced her look as an imitation of Daring Do with a khaki shirt open down to mid-chest and a khaki pith helmet. Despite the reputation of Daring Do and her own attempt at looking the part the yellow mare looked quite shy and retiring.

"Ach, Flootershy!" Photo Finish cooed, looking back at her client, "Your makeup ish wunderbar!"

“Oh my, thank you, Miss Finish. The makeup artist has gotten very good at cutting my mane and applying the dye. He's so careful, he even made the carpet match the drapes,” Fluttershy said, with a soft blush across her features. Then she noticed Iron Will, her blush getting even deeper and broader. “Oh, is that my costar?”

“That ish the director's contention,” Photo noted, icily, looking at the smug-seeming Hoity-Toity, “But I have my concerns about thish inexperienced parvenu! Flootershy is a beeg shtar! She won't shpread her famous legs for joost anyone!”

“I don't mind at all,” Fluttershy noted, mildly, still looking up at Iron Will's unique form and musculature. “He looks friendly and very nicely built. He'll probably do his job well, and do me well.”

“I'm joost concerned with your image, dahling,” Photo Finish said, quietly, trying to approach the starlet with mild tones, “This amateur ish joost hoping to ride your coattails.”

“Oh my dear Photo Finish, he is going to be riding far, far more than that,” Hoity-Toity huffed, “And if you'd kindly get out of the way we could start the rehearsal and get to the filming with all speed.”

“Head back down into the dressing rooms. There's a room there marked 'Male Talent.' That's yours for now,” Sapphire Shores said to Iron Will, gently nudging him towards the door to the hall. “You'll find your costume for the movie in there, and I'll have your script when you get back.

“Right. Thank you,” Iron Will mumbled, gaze casting back over the beautiful starlet. He had never thought about a pony as beautiful, but there was something about her bearing that made her quite attractive. Through the door there were only a few additional doors down a short hallway. He found one for mane and makeup, one with a huge, golden star on it labeled with 'Fluttershy' and one at the end with a bland, generic name plate stating, 'Male Talent.'

Inside the room he found a rather spare space, a wardrobe with some pony-sized outfits in it, a small chair, a table with a large mirror surrounded by light bulbs, and an intercom. Resting on the tabletop were two items: a hairy black loincloth that looked to be just the right size, and a pointed black hood, with holes for his horns and enough material to fully cover his face.

He removed his tie and his own personal loin cloth, replacing both with the new trappings of his career. The cloth sort of itched thanks to the coarse hair covering it, but it fit well enough. He did not anticipate wearing it long. The hood did, indeed, hide his face from view, leaving him an imposing and anonymous presence. He was not that eager to be seen on screen, which made the all-concealing cloth all the more appealing.

When he emerged from the back he was confronted by Sapphire Shores holding out a thin collection of papers. “Seems like I've always got some papers for ya, don't it honey?” She laughed softly and flipped through the pages. “Just got a bit of dialogue for ya. You're the climax, in more ways than one. She has to go through the whole maze to get to the treasure, that big beef stick ya got under that hairy thing. Don't worry, you'll be fine. Wanna run it with her before ya get to the set?”

“That would help,” Iron Will said, flipping through the thin collection of pages. Mostly it was grunts and filming instructions, notations of where to turn to emphasize the scene for the camera. But there were some actual words, passing between himself and Daring Screw at the beginning and end. “You weren't kidding about the end.”

“First role, honey. It ain't gonna be much. But you're so important you get notice in the title,” Sapphire noted, as the two walked over to a spot by the set, “Besides, you're working with Fluttershy. Most guys would give up their left nut to get this chance. Though really, for you you could do that and still have more spunk in reserve than our previous record holder.”

Iron Will cleared his throat to hide his nervousness as he looked down to Fluttershy. She looked even cuter now that he had had a chance to get into costume as well. “It's a pleasure to get the chance to work with you. I'm not familiar with your work but I can, uhh, imagine,” Iron Will said, in what he hoped was a friendly tone.

“Oh how nice you you to say,” Fluttershy said, dropping a sweet little smile, “I promise I'll try to make this easy for you. It's your first time, after all.”

“Now, so I am clear, it is not your first first time ever, is it?” Hoity-Toity looked over the top of his sunglasses once more.

“No, no! No... yes.” Iron Will slumped but quickly added, “W-with a pony. I'm used to other minotaurs. Never had the opportunity before...” He thought back to all his seminars that ended with him dancing for bills and coins. All the looks the mares gave him. They weren't picky about the body the muscles came on... “That I actually wanted to take.”

“You will be reshpectful when you take her or thish neophyte career you think you have ish over!” Photo Finish stomped her hoof and glared hard at Iron Will.

“Calm down, um, please,” Fluttershy squeaked to Photo Finish. “We can work on the scene when I first get to the center of the maze and don't see you at first.”

“Sounds good to me,” Iron Will said, looking down at his copy of the script to find his cue.

“Alright, I'm ready,” Fluttershy said, clearing her throat with an adorable 'ahem', “'Here I am. Finally, after all the intimate traps and groping plants I'm here to claim the treasure. The legendary Minotaur's Rod. A powerful artifact made of... shining blue marble'?” Fluttershy looked curiously across at Sapphire Shores.

“Don't blame me, honey. I just told the writers what color big and beefy here had on his tool. They made up the rest,” Sapphire noted with a shrug of her shoulders.

Fluttershy went over the line in her head to try and make it sound better on camera, then continued on. “It's supposed to be here, maybe it's by this altar.”

Iron Will looked over his cue and saw he was suppose to rise up slowly, imposing, to flex for the camera and appear as intimidating as possible, to contrast with Fluttershy's small and retiring figure. “'Who has found my cave in the heart of my maze? Some foolish adventurer has roused me from my slumber and must pay for her insolence with her pussy.' Then I move my loincloth aside and show off.”

“So do it,” Hoity-Toity said, motioning with his forehooves. “Show your bullhood, do your second lines and then give us a demonstration of your capabilities.”

“Right, uh, right. Let me...” Iron Will slid aside his loin cloth and revealed the hanging piece of wrinkle-fleshed meat, dangling over the low-hanging ovoid testicles. All the ponies around him seemed interested in one fashion or another, from Hoity-Toity's professional approval, Photo Finish's calculated look of measurement, and Fluttershy's blushing appreciation. “Okay, now... 'Come on, little pony. Time to feel the power of my magic staff. We can do this the easy way, the hard way, or my way.' What does that even mean?”

“I learned to stop asking,” Fluttershy giggled, before getting back into character, “'What is the difference between the hard way and your way?'”

“'How long it takes before you can walk again,'” Iron Will said, with an incredulous lift in his voice at the end. “Really? They're going to use that line? That's kind of dark for porn, isn't it? Maybe pony porn is dark...”

“It's supposed to be funny,” Sapphire noted, tapping at her chin. “Our audience has a weird sense of humor.”

Fluttershy pushed on, putting all her innocence into her words, “'If that's how it is, I'd better do it the easy way. I guess to feel the potential of the rod I need to awaken its power.” She leaned in slowly, letting the velvet-softness of her snout tip just barely bush along the taut skin of the minotaur's ball sac, and up over the drooping foreskin of his meat. She was not unfamiliar with the construction, having been in many mixed-species productions, though the size was unexpected. She continued to tickle and rub at the skin, letting her warm breath puff out in small, controlled bursts from her nostrils. Each breath in sucked in a warm mixture of bull musk, spices and some kind of fruit. He was fresh out of the shower. How kind of him! The realization sped her usual order of action, prompting her to let her tongue slip out, the pink muscle teasingly tickling at the foreskin and the opening at the tip. That gave her a small taste of spice and fruit. He had really done a good job.

Through all the usual A-plus, no-fail techniques Fluttershy had honed over a good career in the industry, Iron Will's member did not move. It did not even twitch. It remained as flaccid as he had been at the start. Even after the tickling flick just inside his foreskin, which made him tremble, and the slow working of the soft, pouty lips over the dormant rod that pulled it bit by bit into the pegasus' mouth, there was nothing. Though all the observers had some comment in mind Photo finish was the first to vocalize her anger and disappointment. “Ach! Rise you bull-horned schweinhund! Even the mosht utterly female-deshpising Colt Cuddler would be hard ash a rock by now!” She turned on Hoity-Toity with a surge of anger. “You! Thish ish your doing! I don't care how freakishly overshized your parts are, you cannot do thish to my client!”

“How dare you?!” Hoity-Toity exclaimed, practically bumping faces with Photo Finish. “Listen you balloon-teated harpy, this was hardly my doing! I was assured he could perform and had a tallywhacker of appropriate size for use on a fetish-parody like this! If anything it was her fault,” Hoity pointed across at Sapphire.

“Now hold on just one minute, you are not gonna pin all this one me!” Sapphire glared at both of the sunglasses-wearing ponies. “I know what I saw and he had one big mare-spreader! Look at the balls! This is some bull-”

“Wait!” Fluttershy shocked the little assembly with her sudden outburst, shrinking down self-consciously as all eyes fell on her. “... Please? I'm sure this is no one's fault. It's the poor guy's first day. He prepared so hard, I can taste it. He must be so nervous.”

Iron Will rubbed at one beefy arm, looking away a bit. “Yea, it's true...”

Hoity-Toity sighed, with some force, but waved a hoof dismissively. “Everyone... take a break. Let's have the passion stay on camera if at all possible.”

“At lasht, you shay something senshible,” Photo Finish said, nudging Hoity on the flank. “Come, we go negotiate a posshible exit to thish dishashter and make... the magics!”

“Beats lunch in the commissary,” Hoity mused, trotting off with Photo.

Sapphire strolled off without a word, leaving Fluttershy and Iron Will alone. The bull pulled off his hood and stood there in his itchy loincloth, looking on the verge of tears. “Miss Fluttershy I am so sorry...” He began.

“Would, um, would you like to have lunch with me?” Fluttershy asked, looking up at iron will with big, hopeful eyes.

“What? Lunch? After all that you'd really want to..?”

The mare nodded sweetly and gave him a winning smile. "If you're going to put your dick inside me, I should probably at least know your name."

Iron Will looked almost stunned by that statement. “Huh. I guess so. They call me Iron Willie here, but I went by Iron Will on the lecture circuit.”

“Sounds fascinating. Come on, we can talk more over lunch.” Fluttershy carefully placed a wing against Iron Will and led him along the maze of halls to the studio commissary.