Iron Will vs. The Penile Code

“P-please... please let me pass...” Three figures stood on a secluded road in the wilds of Equestria. One was a beautiful white unicorn with a perfectly-coiffed, curled purple mane. The base of her horn was adorned with a beautiful gold wedding ring. On her flank were three blue diamonds. Her belly was swollen, heavy with the child she carried. The other two figures were gruff and imposing Diamond Dogs, both dark gray in color. One was the middle-sized sort with high, perked ears, while the one just behind him was a big, wall-like Dig Dog sort. Both were bare of all covering, save for collars adorned with a single glowing gem, and what appeared to be very large drawstring gem pouches drawn shut over their genitals and attached to thong-like garments. Rarity whimpered again, and cringed back from the Dogs. “Please let me go home,” The mare said, shaking with fear, “M-my husband is waiting...”

The big Dig Dog laughed oafishly, pointing one thick finger at the cringing unicorn. “Heh heh. She just wants to get home, Butch.” The dog said in a dopey, deep voice.

“Yes, Rex,” Butch said, “A simple request. We'll let her go, once we've searched her for gems.” Butch's voice was strong and pleasant, with a hidden, perhaps cruel, mirth to it.

Both Dogs were upon Rarity in an instant. Large, strong paws groped her entire body. They dug into her mane and tail, rubbing thumbs and fingers over the hair, from root to tips. After defiling the properly styled coif they moved to lewdly groping her pristine pony flesh, squeezing over her legs, chest and flanks while laughing derisively. They ended exactly where they should not had been, grasping hands feeling over her milk-engorged teats, her tender vulva and the large, firm swell of her pregnant belly. “N-no! Don't! Don't grab me there! Keep your f-filthy Dog hands away from my foal...”

“Quiet, pony dam,” Butch growled, “I would be able to smell your arousal without a keen Dog nose. A child filling your belly isn't enough for a slutty bitch like you. Your body cries out to be filled with our thick doggy dicks. Come here...” Butch grabbed Rarity's mane and pulled her to his face. His lips were on hers with a hungry eagerness, forcing a devouring kiss onto her. Her trembling lips were easily parted by his thick, powerful tongue, the wiggling pink muscle jamming down to her throat, to emphasize both size and power. He could not be stopped. After the first shove he leg his tongue swirl, slowly, around the inside of that warm mouth. He explored every inch of her oral cavity as his tongue licked and probed each nook and cranny, like some spittle-soaked spelunker.

Drool flowed freely from the joined mouths, much of it being forced into Rarity's unwilling maw, though a good amount splattered onto her chest. She pushed feebly at the imposing Dog, eyes wide with fear and head shaking as much as possible. She made little, helpless noises, whimpering out protests that were swallowed by the Dog forcing her to take his tongue. As she lay there, helpless, she could feel the burning heat of Butch's groin as he pressed it against her pregnant belly.

Rarity's first free vocalization came a minute later as Butch detached his mouth. When he pulled back to yank his tongue out, Rarity's mouth opened wide as she gasped for breath. She panted for a short moment, trembling hoof coming up to wipe the runnels of drool form her chin. “No more... please no more...” Rarity said, breathlessly, “Oh Celestia save me...”

“Your pretty pony princess cannot help you now,” Butch said, sinisterly, “You should worship us instead.”

Rex was not as gentle as Butch had been. His tongue was much larger, and he proved it by first letting it lightly slap across one cheek, then the other, finally slurping wetly over her lips and forcing his way into her mouth. The drool flowed freely into her mouth and down over her chin, Rex pulling her forward harder than Butch had, the slobber falling heavily onto her taut belly like warm rain. He satisfied himself faster than his partner had, dragging his tongue out after only a few internal licks and lapping over her horn, forcing a shiver from her already-trembling form.

Seeing the gold wedding band around the base of her horn, Rex slowly began to run a clawed finger around the ring. “Your husband should be here...” Rex grunted, as his huge paw rubbed more sloppy drool over Rarity's pregnant stomach.

“Yes, he should see what real males look like,” Butch said, with a harsh laugh, “I'm surprised some needle-dicked pony could put anything in your belly,” He casually reached down and untied the strings on the pouch, opening the mouth and pulling on the cloth. It took a bit of wiggling but he was finally rewarded with the drop of a heavy sac in the same tone as his fur, though it was conspicuously devoid of fur. Another smooth pull showed off a hanging, fat phallus, showing a foreskin hanging over the tip. It was already starting to firm.

“Heh heh... yea. Too bad we're too late to put something in her...” Rex used one paw to molest Rarity's backside, occasionally grinding one large finger against the dewy lips of her vulva. His free paw loosened his own gem pouch and pulled it off. As befitted a larger Dog he was more well-endowed than his compatriot. They were of the same style however, and were even further along the path to firmness.

“No...” Rarity feebly protested, attempting to move away from the gasping paws and powerful bodies. It was an impossible task, however, given the large size of her attackers and the eagerness with which they were grabbing her. In a last-ditch effort to protect her fidelity to her husband she reached back and covered her sex with a hoof. “No Dogs allowed! Stay out!” Rarity cried as her assailants pawed at her vagina, “That's one tunnel you filthy, disgusting, curs will never enter! Ponies only!” Butch looked up to Rex, a sneering smile on both of their faces.

“Really?” Butch growled, with a mocking wink. He pointed at Rarity, before flipping her the bird. His middle finger wiggled as he made a couple short thrusts into the air.

Rex nodded and rushed at Rarity, dodging around and standing behind her. His huge arms reached down and scooped her up, hooking his arms underneath her forelegs to both draw her hoof away from her passage and to draw her back against his chest and belly.

Though she shrieked and struggled hard, her hind legs kicking, she could not do anything to stop her lewd exposure. Her belly bulged with a beautiful fecundity, enhancing the lewdness of her position, which was also emphasized by the milky swells of her teats and her heated vulva. The entrance to her moist tunnel was sliding along Rex's raging erection.

“Still not going to let Dogs in?” Rex said, “Pony should be generous and share her treasure.”

Rex shifted position, leaning forward while he drew his hips back, firmly grinding the veiny flesh of his pole over Rarity's lower lips and against her engorged and unhooded clit, drawing out an agonized, ragged scream that tried desperately to hide the bliss she was feeling from the forced stimulation. He teased his glans over the engorged little button a few times before he drew back his hips that one last inch and rested his head against the parted lips.

“No! No! No! NO!” Rarity screamed. Her protests were in vain, for with one great thrust Rex slammed the majority of his dick up into Rarity's trembling passage. His body pulled up straight while he howled triumphantly. He displayed her like a trophy, impaled on his shaft, as his thrusting hips and bouncing body making her teats wobble and shake. “You wicked Dog!” She cried, “Stop! It hurts! Pull it out!”

Butch laughed uproariously at that sight, leaning in close to watch the fat Dog dick thrusting into Rarity's juicy meat flaps. He reached out and pinched both of Rarity's nipples, pulling on the full swells and lapping at the air as small squirts of milk arced out each time Rex thrust up and caused Rarity's body to jerk.

“Rex, is there room for another Dog inside her cock kennel?” Butch pulled on the nipples sharply, drawing out more milk that he lapped out of the air.

“Vile curs!” Rarity shrieked, head resting back on Rex's chest, her legs kicking all the more though they were still spread wide by Butch's arms reaching in for her nipples. “You're already tearing me apart!” Rarity said, “If you don't stop now, you'll kill me and my foal!”

“We would never kill you or your foal!” Butch cried, almost looking offended by the suggestion. He released Rarity's nipples and gently patted the pregnant belly bouncing before him. “We want you to go home to your husband nice and safe... full of canine cock cream,” Butch said with a hearty laugh. He strode forward with an easy swagger of his hips, which made his precum-leaking erection bounce before him. Rex's legs dropped slowly, lowering Rarity down to the level of Butch's crotch. Butch took his rod in one hand, slowly leading it down and pressing against the well-stuffed pussy, his other hand trying to spread the lips wider and work a finger in.

“You cannot be serious!” Rarity said, as her eyes crossed from the unwanted stimulation, “Th-this is just proof what filthy, dirty, disgusting perverts you are! Stop! No, you cannot, my foal, my fo-AHH!” Rarity's protests turned into a sharp, high scream that visibly made both Dogs wince, but that did not stop Butch from continuing.

“If your dirty cunt can birth a foal,” Butch said, “Then it can surely take our dicks!”

He had worked in the crown of his cock, and after the screaming had stopped hurting his ears he thrust his hips with all his strength, to get in just as deep as Rex.

For the first time, the two dogs looked slightly uncomfortable. It wasn't because they were raping a pregnant mare. No, they were both uneasy because of the homoerotic undertones of having one's penis rubbing against another male's dick. The fact that a vagina was pressing the Diamond Dogs' cocks together helped assuage some of their 'gay guilt.'

Though the fit was tight the only response was pitiful whines from Rarity and the futile kicking of all four legs.

After the swift and merciless insertions the two Dogs actually settled into a slow and cool pattern of thrusting and resting. They would drive in and pull out simultaneously several times, making sure to bounce Rarity solidly. Then after a rest they would alternate, Rex plunging in so deep there was almost some concern his long organ would reach into Rarity's womb, but he would pull back before that point, letting Butch thrust in just as deep, a few more pistonings following before they stopped again. Every so often one or both of them would press and flick over Rarity's clit, laughing as they forced her to let out moans of pleasure that she did not want.

After a long period of slow and careful fucking that stretched out the pleasure they were taking from Rarity's tight and unwilling body, not to mention the perverse delight they got in forcing her to feel pleasure from their actions, both Dogs were panting heavily. Their tongues flopped out of their mouth and dripped drool. Rex had Rarity held tight to his chest, his saliva splattering on her face despite the shaking of her head. Butch was resting his head on Rarity's pregnant stomach, his tongue licked the sweaty surface of her swollen belly. Rex woofed out a sound of imminent release. “Ugh! Gonna unload,” Rex growled in his deep and dopey voice.

“Let's backfill this tunnel right. Come on, synch up,” Butch said, hips starting to work a little harder, drilling Rarity's well-used lust-tube, getting into a perfect rhythm with Rex. The two dogs grunted and groaned out as they pumped into Rarity, the mare squealing and screaming anew as her gaping rape drapes were punished with speed and energy. “Here comes the puppy paste!” Butch cried.

“No! No! No Dog slime in me!” Rarity shrieked, struggling and pulling at the strong arms and hands holding her in place. Nothing she did was effective, however. She was forced to feel the Dog dicks tremble then rhythmically twitch up their huge lengths. A hot flood of thick, sticky cum splattered all over her insides when the twitches reached the top. Both slid slowly out; releasing a blast of jizz with each twitch, until they were finally removed. A final squirt of semen squirted from each cock, providing a warming cap over her clit and eliciting a last, defeated moan from her mouth.

The two rapists lowered her to the ground onto her back, grunting softly. They slid their garments off, dropping the pouch portions directly onto Rarity's face before they lumbered off. She remained on her back, one hoof slowly pushing the pouches off of her snout as the spicy Dog musk filled her senses. Her other hoof rubbed gently at the pregnant swell of her belly, as though ensuring her child was still safe. Her legs were still spread out wide, as though they were unable to close. Her vulva was trembling, the mingled Dog cum peeking slightly out of the gaping passage, so thick it almost looked like a pearl. A slight twitch of her muscles caused a good portion of the semen to squirt out in a long line. The camera zoomed in on Rarity's sticky cunt as the jizz from her cream pie splattered thickly onto the ground.

“Cut! Print it! Excellent work everyone. That will be a wrap,” Hoity-Toity called, clopping his forehooves together to set all the various stage workers to their work.

“Oh goodness, what a scene,” Rarity said grandly, laying out on the ground and looking significantly more comfortable with the cameras off. “But what dialogue! Such a ludicrous lie. 'Ponies only' indeed. 'Diamond Dogs only' and most stringently enforced.” She sniffed at one of the pouches that had dropped on her face and giggled. “Body wash and detergent, so little personal scent but the concern is so appreciated.”

“Here...” Butch was at her side, carefully lifting her by one leg. Rex was on the other side lifting on the other side. Between the two Rarity was up and over, brought back to all fours. Butch came down and kissed her cheek. “That was a good one.”

“Very good,” Rex agreed, his voice still deep but much more intelligent. “I hope I wasn't too rough.”

“Impossible, darling. A lady is always tough when it counts. Sweet, demure and proper, of course, but strong when she must be. And I know well that you big, sweet Dogs would never harm me,” Rarity said, coming up to kiss Rex on the cheek, leaving the big Dog blushing.

Butch reached under Rarity and softly patted her belly. “And how is your pup doing?”

Rarity touched her own swell and smiled, with a little sparkle in her eye, “My puppy is absolutely perfect. I've enjoyed carrying her to term so much, that it will actually be a sad day when she's born. For now, every day is 'Take your child to work day' and any good mother would relish that chance.” She looked up to one of the clocks in the studio while trotting off of the 'outdoor road' set. “Come along then, you must be famished after a performance like that. Let's go to lunch, my treat.”

Rex shook his head and waved a hand. “Oh no, we couldn't ask you for that.”

“You're already too kind, choosing us for the role. You're always so generous...” Butch said with a wistful look.

Rarity scoffed softly and tossed her slightly-mussed mane. “I will not hear another objection! Besides... you 'fed' me so very well it would be quite rude of me not to return the favor.”

“If you insist,” Butch said. He and Rex both put hands on Rarity's shoulders and walked happily of with her. As the happy trio left the set, they were watched by a couple of colleagues.

“Huh, you were right...” Iron Will said. He and Fluttershy were both sitting on low chairs off to the side, and had been watching the filming. “She really does love them.”

“I know it seems odd. All you ever saw were her movies, but I told you she was really happy with them,” Fluttershy said, nuzzling at Iron Will's side.

“So what was that called? Another pun-based title?” Iron Will asked.

“Actually, they wanted a title that would appeal to the intellectual crowd,” Fluttershy said, “So they called it 'In Media Res.' Pretty highbrow, wouldn't you agree?”

“Oh, definitely,” Iron Will said, sheepishly. “So, uh, what does it mean?” Fluttershy giggled, which caused Iron Will to blush.

“The title simply means that the story starts in the middle,” Fluttershy said, “Even though Rarity's still doing the same thing as her other movies, at least now she can say she starred in something fancy and pretentious, like 'In Media Res,' as opposed to her previous film, 'Diamond Dog Cumslut 4.'”

“Makes as much sense as any other name I've seen,” Iron Will said, thinking back on some of his own previous movies. “I really did love, 'Bull Market'. It had a lot of class.”

“'Oh no, Mister Bigbull, don't call my margins! I'll be ruined! I'll do anything you want...'” Fluttershy said, affecting a whimpering tone and cowering slightly, as she recited lines from the film.

“'Oh, you're still going to be ruined,'” Iron Will said, with a furrow of his brow and a slight chuckle in his voice, “'But I don't need to call your margins, just break your bank.'” Iron Will let out a hearty laugh and smacked his knee softly.

“You really put the 'firm' in investment firm,” Fluttershy said, leaning her head against Iron Will's side. “That was a fun project.” After everypony else had cleared the set, Iron Will and Fluttershy sat for a minute in silence. “Need to go to our dressing room after watching that? I don't mind...” The yellow pegasus asked, somewhat suggestively.

“No need, babe. I'm not that charged up over it. Diamond Dogs don't do that much for me and I'm still not that big a fan of pony porn either,” Iron Will said, slowly stroking Fluttershy's mane.

“Oh...” Fluttershy said, her face falling a little and her body curling up a little bit.

Iron Will's large hands pulled Fluttershy into a tight, warm hug, the big bull smiling down at her. “But I really do love you, and all you can do,” He said, pulling her up for a warm kiss.

Fluttershy blushed hotly as their lips gently wrestled, and their tongues flicked just a bit. She pulled back when the kiss broke, a tiny string of saliva tenuously connecting their lips before it snapped. “O-oh my...” Flutterhy stammered. “I know you've told me so but... I feel so special.”

“You are special,” Iron Will said, lightly petting at Fluttershy's folded wings. “You helped me make it. I'm a star here and it's because of the movies we made. I'm still really proud of that fact. And not just that, they took all those old sayings I used on the speaking circuit and put them up in the hallways! It feels even more like an office around here.”

“This is an office. Mister Toity is very serious and professional. So is Miss Finish. The only difference is they encourage office romance. I think,” Fluttershy said with a gentle hum, her wings fluttering lightly as they were stroked. “I don't get much romance from anyone but you. They seem to encourage it.”

“Yea, you get a lot of something from the other guys, but it ain't romance,” Iron Will chuckled, with a slight scowl. “But that's not important. I think we should go get some lunch. It takes a lot to keep this body going,” Iron Will said, flexing his great biceps and popping his pecs.

Fluttershy hid a giggle behind her hoof and wriggled out of Iron Will's grip. “Salad and soda? My treat.”

“Sounds good to me,” Iron Will said, standing up with a huge stretch and a shake of his limbs.

The pair strolled through the back corridors of the studio. The building was honeycombed with passages because of the large number of rooms it required for a porn studio. Though labyrinthine, neither performer had any trouble working their way to the familiar commissary. Thanks to Hoity-Toity's mantra of 'Only the Best' it really wasn't a bad place. The food was prepared in a tucked away kitchen by an often-screaming but incredibly talented griffin chef, and was always of the highest quality, the dishes in both vegetarian and non-vegetarian versions. The food was still served up cafeteria style, with trays and all, but all the actors and technical folks agreed the quality of the food more than made up for the blasé setting.

In honor of Iron Will's fame and high standing at the studio the cafeteria always had Greek salad with fresh olives, both green and black, and homemade feta cheese. As a bonus for him the milk usually came from the wife of one of his former goat assistants, which partially replaced the income they lost after they had been fired. That salad was a very frequent shared meal for Iron Will and Fluttershy, along with an anise-flavored soda imported especially for him, which was about as close to ouzo as he could get at work.

“So, did you put any money in the pool?” Iron Will asked Fluttershy, picking up an olive and some lettuce from the communal salad bowl with a fork while pointing to another table where Rarity was laughing and gently jostling with Rex and Butch.

“Of course,” Fluttershy said, using provided tongs to take out a little of the salad for herself. “Eight pounds, boy, seven o'clock in the evening.”

“I went with ten pounds, boy, four in the morning. My aunts always used to tell me babies loved to come when it was most inconvenient,” Iron Will said with a laugh.

“She also invited me to the baby shower. Sorry, ladies only. You probably wouldn't have had much fun. It'll just be a lot of talking about her puppy and presents, maybe some cake,” Fluttershy said.

"It's just as well," Iron Will said, "I'd have no idea what to bring as a baby shower gift for a puppy. Do you bring diapers or old newspapers?"

Fluttershy leaned back in her chair and shyly picked at her salad. “You know... there's really been a lot of baby talk going on lately. Umm, I know we talked about it once...”

“Oh, yea,” Iron Will said with a sigh, slumping down in his seat. “Look... I understand. But... that's a really big thing. And it takes a lot of thinking. A lot more than I've ever really done about anything. I need some more time with it.”

“Oh... a-alright. We can get to it later,” Fluttershy muttered, hiding behind her mane. Her mane had grown out since her turn as Daring Screw, once again becoming a pink curtain to hide her from the world when she needed it.

The two continued their meal in a kind of timid, uncertain silence, heavy with meaning. The thick tension was finally broken by an irate shout from just outside the commissary.

“This is disgusting! Horrifying! Sick and tasteless! A gross perversion!” Hoity-Toity shouted. He was not normally given to such histrionics, making the screaming quite a departure.

Iron Will looked down at Fluttershy and shrugged his huge shoulders. “Must be a new script,” He said with a laugh, taking a sip of his anise soda.

“Absolutely ludicrous! Inconceivable!” Hoity said as he entered the room with a huff, visibly fuming and lightly shaking a piece of paper in one hoof. Beside him, as ever, was Photo Finish. The well-dressed agent was attempting to calm Hoity down with her touch, though her voice was hard as ever.

“Ach! Do not shout! You will upshet the talent before there ish cause!” Photo said, looking around at the population of the commissary, who had all turned to gaze on the two. “Make certain there ish a true crisish before you trouble your workers. They are fragile little egosh bound up with the shtability of their little livesh. Shpare them sho they may be creative until the time ish right for Bestürzung. Then it will follow proper proceduresh. All musht be proper,” Photo noted with a sniff and firm stance.

“That may be well and good for you to say, Miss Finish,” Hoity noted with a cold tone, turning his sunglasses-covered eyes on Photo, “You may still be capable of finding legitimate uses for your capabilities should this all fall apart. But I find in these days that I have burned too many bridges on the road to this position.”

“I have burned my bridgesh with yoursh, Herr Toity. Never forget what I have sacrificed to thish dream. Do I represhent Fleur de Lis or Platinum Shine any longer? Nein! May I walk, untainted, through the partiesh of the noble und wealthy? Nein. My reputation followsh me with every trot. We share... much. Never forget that, Herr Toity.”

Hoity gave a small grunt of agreement and turned his gaze away, “As you say, Miss Finish. But the fact remains the same however we may wish to ignore it. Troubles are not far off if we are being informed correctly.” Hoity waved the paper at Photo again and shook his head.

“What do we do in the interim?” Photo asked, attempting to be quiet once again, and looking out over the odd stares the two had garnered.

“Status quo, as ever, though now with the Sword of Damocles swaying over both of our heads,” Hoity said, tucking the paper into his breast pocket.

“We are fortunate that horsehair ish shtrong...” Photo said with a sidelong glance.

Hoity and Photo both smoothly moved into the cafeteria line to get their food, offering no comment or explanation for what had just happened. Though the mystery surrounded everyone and all were terribly curious no one went to question them about the odd happening.

Iron Will finally rose, with some slight objection from Fluttershy, and strolled over to Hoity and Photo's table. “Uhh... I know it's not really any of my business, Mister Toity sir...” Iron Will said. He looked to Fluttershy, who was slowly shaking her head, but he continued anyhow, “But it sounds like there might be something bothering you.”

“I told you to be quiet!” Photo hissed, leaning in towards Hoity. “Now the talent have been shpooked und we musht keep them from blind panic.”

“Calm down. I will handle this with proper aplomb,” Hoity whispered across to Photo before turning his covered gaze to Iron Will. “There is no cause for concern, Mister William. There have merely been... movements in the Canterlot contingent as far as the statutes which apply to our business. Nothing concrete has emerged, and nothing needs to be done. Concern at this stage would be premature.”

“Ja,” Photo Finish said, “The lasht thing a porn shtudio needs is premature exacerbation.”

Iron Will tilted his head and scratched at the back of his neck in confusion. “I, uh, guess that it might be something serious in the future, maybe?”

“I very much doubt it. Lawmakers have been very placid and liberal of late. They have not imposed any rash or overly damaging codes in recent memory. We negotiated our practices, follow all the rules, have you lot provide urine or blood samples as needed and keep the books open for inspection. I can assure you, everything is well,” Hoity said, taking out the paper again and giving it another read. “Huh, I never noticed this part of the letter. Our troubles may be over even sooner than I thought. The matter is being passed to higher authorities to be assessed. Excellent. Restraint of trade is a serious thing. It is doubtful anything will be decided to harm us.”

“Sehr gut. The problem ish no more und now we may eat in peace,” Photo said with a firm shake of her head. With that she tucked into her bowl of penne and alfredo, munching away without concern for others.

“Sorry for being a bother, boss,” Iron Will said, with a sheepish grin and blush.

“Your concern is admirable, Mister William. Your job is important to you and that sends you over to investigate any endangering of it. But do not be concerned. This will pass. You may return to your charming co-worker and finish your meal in peace,” Hoity said with a slight wave of his hoof, turning back to his own bowl of penne.

Iron Will lumbered back to his own table, sitting down slowly. “Was there something wrong?” Fluttershy asked, looking up just past the curtain of her hair.

“Mister Toity was a little upset about some kind of letter he got. Something government-related. But he also said they weren't interested in messing with the business so we shouldn't worry,” Iron Will said.

Fluttershy rose up in her seat with a tiny smile on her face. “Oh good! I'd hate to think of anything bothering poor Mister Toity or Miss Finish. Especially governmental things. But if he says it's alright, then it's fine.”

“Everything is far from fine,” Hoity said. It was few weeks later and he sat behind his desk with another government letter spread before him. He was holding his head in his hooves and shaking it lightly. “Ludicrous. Absolutely mad. That stuffy, officious little obstructionist bureaucrat... she certainly has been busy up on the mountain, licking ass and kissing boots...”

“I think you have been in this indushtry too long if you phrashe it sho,” Photo noted, dryly, looking over Hoity's shoulder at the offending letter. “But you may be correct if thish letter ish to be believed. They say politics is the second-oldest profession, ja?" Photo Finish said.

"Right," Hoity Toity said, "And Neigh-gan once said that the second-oldest profession often bears a striking resemblance to the first. I think our foe has been whoring herself out politically for years in order to curry enough favors to make this abomination possible,” Hoity said with a groan. He slammed his hoof down on the letter and threw it across the desk. “She has long been a thorn in my side but always from an academic angle. Towards the end of my legitimate design career and into my foray into pornographic photography I had such moral crusaders and guardians of the innocent at my door bothering me with trivialities and inanity. But none so tenacious and potentially destructive as this unrelenting busybody. I know her reputation. I had thought they had learned their lesson. But no, they continue to give her the power to be bothersome. Now I see... we must prepare the staff.”

“Follow the letter of the letter und not a bit more. Take it as it says. Let ush impressh thish little functionary und keep our shtudio running ash it hash been. We may yet emerge from thish... what does she call it?” Photo asked, moving to the letter to read through it.

Hoity clopped his hooves together before his face, sunglasses hiding all the emotions as he leaned back in some posture of weakened defeat. “'The Penile Code and ancillary regulations,' which would require all adult film actors to wear condoms.”