Iron Will makes a porno

“... So I tried my best, of course. But life isn't easy for a minotaur in pony lands. I gave a lot of great speeches but I couldn't pack them in.” A few minutes after the on-set rehearsal debacle, Iron Will and Fluttershy were seated together at a table in the studio commissary, sharing a Greek salad and sodas. It was a standard office-like cafeteria, with linoleum floors, particle board tables with vinyl veneers, plastic chairs and a formica counter from which the food was served. A few folks were milling about, but the two were largely alone. “I was lucky to break even from sales of seats, even at the cheapest motels,” Iron Will said as he picked at his salad, “If I was really lucky some muscle-loving mare would ask me to dance. I hated it, but it put food on the table.”

“I'm surprised, with your good muscle tone and warm personality you seem like a natural for it,” Fluttershy said, with a small blush. “You already said you wanted to be a motivational speaker. That takes a lot of nerve. I'm sure I could never do it.”

“That's different, “Iron Will said, “It takes a different sort of nerve and preparation. It's your mind that really matters. My look promotes my ideas about staying true to you and potentiality. I honestly don't have the save kind of nerve as... these folks...” Iron Will trailed off as he watched a new arrival walk up to the counter. It was a tall, broad Diamond Dog, wholly nude save for what looked like a very well-filled gem pouch loosely tied off at his crotch and attached to a thong. “That's a strange costume.”

“That's not a costume, that's the traditional Diamond Dog undergarment. They had lots of gem pouches around and knew exactly what they needed to protect. They added the thong for extra security in keeping it on.” Fluttershy said.

“You sure know a lot about that. Worked with a lot of them, have you?” Iron Will asked.

Fluttershy blushed lightly and took a sip of soda. “Oh, not really. I mostly work with other ponies. But I often eat lunch with another starlet that Miss Finish represents, Rarity. She used to do pony only movies until she did a scene with a Diamond Dog. Now she refuses to do movies with anything else. If you met her you'd think she was born with them. She hangs out with them after work, she makes jokes like them, and she always says such nice things.”

“Must make for some pretty intimate movies. Maybe I was wrong about dark porn...” Iron Will mused.

“Oh, um, well... in almost all of her movies she plays a pony who hates everything about Diamond Dogs, but they take her anyhow. They're very, umm, convincing.”

Iron Will just stared in disbelief. “And they... go for that? It sells?”

“Well, the actors know it's fake. She is very nice before and after. It's just a script. And the videos sell well. I don't know why but they do.” Fluttershy let the matter drop with a shrug and a munch from the shared salad.

Iron Will contemplated that for a while, and tried to think of some of the porn he had seen. Cows captured by lascivious ponies. It had been unusual but maybe a little appealing... “Huh, I see your point... still, I don't know if I could really do that. I like making my kind look positive. I'm a little hesitant about making them look bad. I'm a little hesitant about... everything.”

“It's okay to be shy,” Fluttershy said, as she reached out to to tenderly rub her forehoof against Iron Will's arm, “I was shy when I first got into the business... or should I say when the business first got into me?”

“Yea, yea...” Iron Will said, patting that hoof and looking contemplative. “You seem like a strange choice for this. How can you do this when you seem so shy?”

"I used to be shy, very shy, whenever I had to perform," Fluttershy said, "I'd get butterflies in my stomach, which would explain my cutie mark. As time went on though, my timid nature endeared me to the audience. Because of my natural shyness, I was perpetually thought of as a naive virgin. Sex sells, but innocent sex sells even more. The fact that I'm so unassuming has done wonders for my porn career."

“Hmmm, turning the negative around. You really qualitized your negativity and made a positive paradigm shift!” Iron Will smacked his fist into his palm, a look of happiness and understanding crossing his face. “That's great! You should have been on the circuit with me.”

“Oh! No... I mean, I can have all kinds of sticky, hot, raunchy, debauched, sloppy sex on camera with total strangers, but I'd never be able to talk in public like you do.” Fluttershy ducked down and turned her head, as though hiding behind something. Presumably her hair used to be longer. “It's one thing to be on a closed set filled with ponies I know and trust. But in public, with strangers? Never.”

“And I honestly don't think I can manage this. I mean, sex is supposed to be a big thing for guys but I'm not very... flashy about it. The last time I tried to masturbate my hand fell asleep.” Iron Will looked away and slumped his huge shoulders a bit.

“Oh now...” Fluttershy scooted her chair closer to the big minotaur and gently rubbed at a muscular thigh. “I saw what you have back on set. I've worked with a lot of stallions but I can tell you're very special. You have a real innate talent.”

“More like an inert talent,” Iron Will retorted.

Fluttershy could tell it was still a sore spot, so she pulled out the script from beside her and placed it gently on the table. “Um, we could go over our lines again. Maybe if you're comfortable with them you'd be comfortable with me.”

“I... guess...” Iron Will looked over the page, his face not notably improved. He looked even worse reading over his lines. “This is terrible.”

“What's the matter?” Fluttershy asked, leaning in even closer.

“These lines... they're horrible!” Iron Will pointed to the lines and stuck out his tongue. “They're so dry, or over-the-top, or even dark and scary. This isn't erotic!”

“You mentioned that on the stage...” Fluttershy rubbed her chin with a hoof then poked it down at the script. “Forget about what's on the page. Tell me the sorts of things you used to say when you were motivating ponies. What advice did you have for somepony like, say, me?”

Iron Will drummed his fingers on the tabletop, stroking at his chin in consideration. “I wanted to bring ponies some lessons on toughness and not letting themselves be stepped on. For a pony like you I would work on confidence and force. Something like, 'Don't be shy, look 'em in the eye!' That was a good introductory one. 'Don't be sorry! Be assertive!' Never apologize when somepony else does something, it's their fault, not yours. 'Treat me like a pushover and you'll get the once-over!' Never let yourself get underestimated. You're special and skilled in ways others can never see. If they refuse to see that, make them pay for belittling you.”

“Wow... that's very... firm...” Fluttershy said, and for once she wasn't talking about a penis. “Why can't you use that strength in front of the camera?”

“I just look at all the ponies staring straight and me and I worry what they might think. It's not like other minotaurs. I'm representing my whole species. And... I have to confess...”

“You're not very turned on by ponies, right?” Fluttershy looked up at Iron Will with a curious expression. If she was hurt by the implication she did not show it.

“I'm just used to the way cows look. Big breasts on the chest and big, healthy udders on the belly. Pony teats are nice, but there's only two of them.” Iron Will actually blushed slightly, looking away a bit. “And no offense, but they're so tiny.”

“I see,” Fluttershy said.

“I mean, I've had oatmeal with bigger lumps!” Iron Will said.

“Alright, I get it,” Fluttershy said curtly. She took in a small breath and moved on. “Is that all you think about when having sex? Big breasts and udders? What about a nice face even? A good body? A brain?” The last question was asked with a slight rising inflection that made Fluttershy look slightly accusatory.

“No! No no no! No!” Iron Will rapidly waved his hands in front of his face and shook his head rapidly. “I didn't mean that at all. I just mean that I got... used to cow bodies. I have to think in new ways to make the erotic connection with ponies. I mean... you're very pretty. And I see why the stallions like you...” Iron Will rubbed the back of his neck nervously, a small chuckle rumbling in his chest. “You're very sweet. You can really put me at ease.”

“It's part of my charm. I'm not just good at looking virginal, my softness and shyness make stallions want to give me everything they have to bring me out of my shell. It's... nice.” Fluttershy lightly kicked one foreleg and looked around at nothing.

“Just... nice?” Iron will leaned in closer, brow perked and curiosity piqued.

“I don't mean anything mean by it!” Fluttershy squeaked, hopping up a little bit. “I would never be mean. That's just bad. But, um... I really am soft, weak and shy. I'm easy to move around and overpower. I accept it. But I don't have to like it. I know what they want to see on the screen but sometimes I want, um, a gentle lover. Horny harpies, a toy-using fake Nightmare Moon, over-hung draft ponies, donkeys, zebras, fake dragons. They all want to 'ravish the virgin' or 'debauch the innocent mare' or 'shake up the wallflower.' They try so hard, and that's good. But I... wonder what it's like with someone that actually cares about things I like.” She tapped a hoof on the table. “Sometimes I get tired of the old, cheesy porn cliches,” Fluttershy said, “The bad acting, the bad dialogue. There's no romance in porn. I'm tired of extreme eroticism. I just want to shoot a scene that's tender and sensual, for once.”

“I never really thought about that. I just thought you enjoyed all of that,” Iron Will mused.

Fluttershy looked away, embarrassed. “I know what sells. Miss Photo Finish showed me the statistics. I do what I have to for my public. And on camera it's lots of fun! But I know my partners don't care much about me. Even off camera they talk about shaking up the virgin. One of them even called me Fluttercry because I cried on camera as part of the script, and he thought he had done it, that I had been so fragile that he broke me. And that made him... proud.”

Iron Will snorted sharply, causing the silver ring in his nose to sway slightly. “This industry really is dark and strange. And it looked so normal from the outside. Like an office building or something. But the script, the workers... I don't think I'll ever get it up for the camera. I'm going to get fired, on my first day! Miss Shores believed in me. That Hoity-Toity fellow was willing to give me a chance. At least your agent will be happy...”

“Don't give up on this.” Fluttershy gingerly stroked Iron Will's thigh once more. “Those are just some of the ponies involved. You said Miss Shores believed in you, and she does. She believes in folks. Mister Toity can be demanding but he is fair and willing to give others a chance. And Miss Finish is only looking out for me because she cares too. The mares at the front were probably very friendly. And I know that the Dogs at least are nice fellows, or so I have been told. You just need to understand that there are not too many bad folks. Everypony wants you you to succeed. I certainly do...” Fluttershy blushed a little bit and turned her head down and away again.

Iron Will sat up a little straighter, smiling at the confidence being bestowed on him. “You're right! I can't let my self-defeating negative strategies defeat my positivity synergy! I've gotta accentuate the positive! Thank you. But it's one thing to say it. But another thing to do it.”

“I know it won't be easy. But you have to believe in yourself and your abilities. Just convince yourself to let yourself relax and have fun with it. If nothing else, you have that hood to hide your face, so you don't need to worry too much about that. Um, would it be too forward to offer you some advice about acting for the camera? It's not like regular sex. Or, so I've heard.”

“Anything to help. What are you talking about? You mean the directions for positioning so the camera can see everything?” Iron Will asked.

“Oh, no. You learn that by trial and error. Or, I did. I had so much trouble with my face always being off camera. It was so embarrassing,” Fluttershy blushed furiously and shook her head a bit. “But I meant more about the noises you make. As I understand, normal ponies, and others, don't make a lot of loud noises during sex. But you have to grunt and huff and wail and scream just right to make it more interesting. This is really important when you get to the orgasm. It has to match your look. I have a quiet, shy little squeak of an orgasm, unless they need me to give an explosive one to show that the actor opened me up. But you need a big bellow to go along with your bullish good looks and big muscles.”

“Heh heh. Well, I've been known to let off a good bellow or two when I get going. Nothing like a nice, big low to let a cow know you're going off...” Iron Will began, slowly drifting into his memories.

“No, not like you might have done it,” Fluttershy said, quickly snapping Iron Will out of his reminiscing. “You need to know the elements of a good on-camera orgasm. Lots of control, to keep the levels within the microphone's range and to make sure you don't release before they have enough footage; screaming and hollering, even if it looks and sounds silly, because you're trying very, very hard to give the audience what they want; and most importantly, passion. You have to really feel it. It has to come out of you, and from more than just your penis. You really need to feel it, otherwise it just lacks something. Show me one.”

“One? One what?” Iron Will asked.

“An orgasm. Show me how you would do one for the camera. If you can fake a good one without passion, you'll make a great one with it. Now, show me. Um, please.” Fluttershy fluttered her lashes at Iron Will and gave a demure smile.

“Um right. Let me, uhh...” Iron Will took a deep breath, clenched his fists and let out a short, modest, “Ungh.”

“Like that? No, they'll never believe it. From here...” Fluttershy rubbed Iron Will's solid abs and then pushed up on them. “Deep within, and let it come out longer and stronger.”

Iron Will took another deep breath and pulled his arms in, thrusting his body slightly as he released a louder, “Ungh!”

Fluttershy shook her head with with a very serious look on her face. “No, that's not long enough. You're not feeling it. Really try. Imagine you're really feeling it.”

Iron Will tried to focus. He thought on the cow her had thought of during his interview. He pictured what it would be like to have at her. The bellow worked up from within him, released as a mildly-lasting, “Unnnnngh!”

“That's almost it!” Fluttershy squeaked excitedly, clapping her hooves together. “You're on the right track. Longer, a little softer, try to get your face to look both pained and blissful.”

Iron Will had no idea what to imagine. On a lark he tried to imagine his coming duty, having sex with Fluttershy. How she might squeak or yelp, unlike a cow, unlike any pony he had seen before. How it might feel to physically engage with a creature of her stature and construction. It wasn't so unpleasant an idea. She was so nice, that she'd probably be nice to be intimate with. Not only did his costume loincloth rise a good deal, he let out a modestly-loud, long, lingering grunt of pleasure, while his face was marked with a sneer that was just a touch away from being a smile. “Unnnnghhh...” He even ended his performance by panting.

Fluttershy gently put her hoof on the loincloth. “I think you're ready for that part.”

Iron Will nodded his head, opening his eyes to see the real Fluttershy before him. She was looking more lovely than she had before, jut because of his new perspective. “I think I am. But what about this really bad dialogue?”

Fluttershy hummed softly as she looked over the lines in the script. “If you really don't like the lines, well... Mister Toity never seems to mind if I change my script a little bit. I'll ask him to be flexible with you, too.”

“I can think of a few tweaks that I can make... I think my last career might be able to help me here... yea...” Iron Will ran a finger over the script, nodding slowly as he considered. Then he looked up to his tablemate and gave her a smile. “Thank you for this, Fluttershy. You're an amazing mare. You've gone out of your way to make me feel more welcome than any other pony.”

“It was really my pleasure Mister Iron Will. You seem nice.” Fluttershy blushed once more and leaned in to give Iron Will a peck on the cheek.

Iron Will rubbed at his cheek and gave a crooked smile, along with a blush of his own. “Heh, you can just call me Iron Will. I don't mind.”

“Oh, um, that seems so informal and disrespectful, but...” Fluttershy leaned in and pressed herself against the big minotaur, giving him a warm, tight hug. “Thank you for being nice, Iron Will.”