Iron Will vs. The Penile Code

“... As you can see, Miss Sparkle, this is a very clean and orderly facility,” Hoity-Toity said with a proud sniff and a winning smile. He was leading a small group through the halls of the studio. Photo Finish was by his side. Together they represented the studio, while the other three were the government representatives who were intent on stifling the porn industry. Twilight Sparkle looked the part of a government shill. She was dressed in a severe light brown business suit with a long skirt, her hair pulled up into a tight bun while a set of librarian glasses rested on her face. Beside her, taking notes, was Spike the miniature dragon, wearing a suit coat, slacks and a fedora. Behind both, examining everything for potential threats, was Rainbow Dash. She looked the part of a government spook to a T, from her sharp black suit to her dark black sunglasses and even the earwig trailing unobtrusively from her right ear.

“Yes. Yes, so you say. Spike, please remember to take down Mister Toity's exact statements. We want to make sure there are no contradictions,” Twilight said aside to her assistant. “His occupation isn't known for attracting trustworthy characters.”

“You got it! 'Clean... and... orderly...'” Spike repeated, scratching out the note quickly. “So will we get to witness any actual filming? Uhh, just for... you know, research purposes. I need to take accurate notes, so seeing it live might help”

“Well, Spike! I appreciate and applaud your enthusiasm. That's why you're my number one assistant. I concur with Spike's assessment. All of this is window dressing. The real test is if you can act in compliance with the law as it will be generally imposed. It may be working slowly through the legislature but there are no significant challenges to the bill. When it passes, you will be expected to comply immediately. Now show me an active scene.”

“And make it with two hot girls totally lezzing out,” Spike said, with a lick of his lips. When Twilight turned her gaze on him he quickly added, “For the sake of seeing how they handle a more difficult compliance situation.”

“Good thinking, Spike. He's exactly right. Though phrased in a very... curious fashion, he is correct. I figured you would never implement compliance across the board in the proper fashion. So show us an active production involving two females. And make it extremely sloppy,” Twilight said, adjusting her glasses matter-of-factually.

Neither Hoity nor Photo responded to that comment for a moment, simply looking at each other incredulously. Eventually Hoity opened a door near them and motioned them all in. “Of course, of course. We'll have a rehearsal.”

The room was a fairly bland and ordinary. It was not too large but sufficed to hold all the equipment and the stage, which was set up as a generic room filled with pillows. The floors of the main studio were just smooth concrete with strategically placed grip tape, while the walls were egg-carton-like blocks of soundproofing. Though wires snaked all over none of it posed a safety hazard, as they were properly taped down and noted by signs. Twilight dragged her eyes across the scene and snorted a bit. “Impressive, Mister Toity. I imagine your workers toiled all night to ensure this studio would pass inspection, and you got us into this particular one. You must be excellent at chess.”

“I am, but that is beside the point,” Hoity said. There was something oddly complimentary about being praised for perpetrating some kind of evil scheme. “As I told you, we keep everything up to regulations. I believe that quality emerges top-down and bottom-up. Good leadership and the meticulous propriety of the basic, fundamental elements interact to create the perfection for which we are well known.”

“I would hardly consider 'perfection' or 'quality' words that have any place within hard-core pornography. You are little more than a trotting purveyor of perversion, a mind-sapping miscreant. But that will become evident soon enough. For now, proceed with your demonstration,” Twilight said, giving Hoity a dismissive wave.

“Impudent shtripling...” Photo seethed, quietly, leaning up to whisper to Hoity, “Why do you continue to indulge her? She should be thrown from the shtudio mitt violence.”

“Would that I could...” Hoity quietly replied. He then shoo his head and whispered, “No. I always believe in the sensible, diplomatic solution. I can prove we are fully compliant.” He then spoke up, “Very well, Miss Sparkle. I will call two of our actresses for a rehearsal.”

“Hot ones,” Spike noted, getting a curious look from Twilight. Sensing her gaze, Spike promptly began to backpedal. “Uh, I meant ones who were... popular,” He said while shuffling his feet, “That's it. Hot porn stars would be more likely to deliver an accurate performance.”

“A bit prejudiced but I see where your logic sits,” Twilight said.

Hoity was already at a phone, sending a call over the PA system. “Trixie, Gilda, studio seven, please. Rehearsal. Repeat, Trixie, Gilda, come to studio seven for a rehearsal.”

A few moments later the studio door opened again to let in the indicated pair. Gilda the griffin was wearing a black denim vest with a large patch on the back for the band Dropbuck Murphys. She was also wearing numerous studded bracelets on all four legs, black liner around the blue surrounding her eyes and, oddly, a gold Claddagh ring on her left hand. Trixie was completely bare, showing off a small collection of tattoos. Across her back was the word OPRÉ rendered in very ornate letters, over an image of bursting fireworks and herself, standing in triumph. Tattooed stars moved on the cheeks of her rear end with every step, along with the word 'Great' on one side and 'Powerful' over the other, and over each teat were tattooed large lilies, a calla over the left and a November lily over the right, both having the nipple as the tips of spadix and pistil respectively. She wore no makeup but had a gold ring settled at the base of her horn.

“You called, Mister Toity?” Gilda asked with a bored tone. Speaking revealed a silver tongue stud, which made a small clicking sound whenever she pronounced her T's.”

Hoity indicated the two to Twilight. “Miss Sparkle, here are two of our actresses, and fairly popular ones at that. Gilda O'Maol and Trixie Lulamoon. Ladies, this is Twilight Sparkle a... government inspector, here to assess our practices and procedures. All very routine.”

“There's no need for any paltry attempts at professionalism on my account,” Twilight said quietly to Hoity, with a cruel smile on her face. “I see through your facade like a latex condom.” She then spoke louder to the two actresses, “Ladies! Please proceed to the set, prepare yourselves and then get to having sex. And don't spare the tribism.”

The two women looked to Hoity in confusion. He rubbed his hooves together suggestively and motioned towards the set. “The formal name for 'tribbing.' You know, the word we tend to plaster over your packaging.”

“Yes! Of course. We knew that,” Trixie said quickly, taking on an imperious look. “Don't treat us like fools, Mister Toity.”

“Mind the egosh,” Photo cautioned, clopping a hoof on the floor. “No more of the lip!” She cried suddenly, pointing to the set. “Go! Make the magics! Schnell!”

Gilda and Trixie did not hesitate after the order from Photo, rushing onto the pillows and throwing themselves into the piles. “What's our motivation for this thing?” Gilda asked.

“Kiss! Kiss and make out and rub against each other,” Spike huffed, breathing heavily, smiling a big, creepy smile with drool coming from the corners of his mouth. The bulge in his trousers was more noticeable than ever.

“Spike! I think your interest may be less academic and more prurient! I expect better out of my number one assistant,” Twilight said with a shocked tone. To emphasize her disappointment she let out a zap of magic that hit Spike's ass and made the short dragon jump.

Even though he was largely immune to pokes, falls and electric shock Twilight's natural magical power made her a perfect taser. The magic bolt was able to penetrate his thick scales and make it hurt a bit. “Yow! Sorry. I got a bit... enthusiastic about our research.”

“Yes... I'm sure. Very well... go on then. Make them... do what it is they do,” Twilight said, indicating Trixie and Gilda.

“Yes... well now, the dragon was not off the mark. Work up to the trib portions, touch each other, lick a lot, Miss O'Maol can use her fingers, as she has so often before,” Hoity said. “Very well. Action!”

The call of action animated the two women. They grabbed each other and started kissing solidly. There was a subtle clicking as Gilda's tongue stud ran along Trixie's teeth, the only indicator of Trixie's tongue being an occasional bulge seen against one of Gilda's cheeks.

Their limbs were not still, but roamed over each other's bodies. Trixie's left hoof was under Gilda, feeling up the swells of her six modest teats, while her right hoof was caressing over her partially extended and subtly twitching wings. Gilda had both of her hands on Trixie's ass, firmly squeezing the tattooed words and laying down the odd slap. Each quick smack was expertly placed and struck either a word or a star.

The kiss broke apart with a mutual moan from them both, bodies shuddering from the stimulation they were delivering. Gilda moved her hands under Trixie, taking firm grasp of her nipples and giving them a quick twist, then a firm pull, almost seeming to be testing how far she could pull them, the fleshy nubs slipping form her grip and snapping back to place, tearing a pleasured squeal from Trixie. In retaliation, or thanks, Trixie lit her horn, magical force appearing over each of Gilda's nipples, all six of them pulled out sharply and then allowed to snap back against her belly, bringing a happy screech from Gilda as well as the puffing of her neck feathers.

Spike grinned his creepy grin again and started drooling. “Oh yea, that's right. Slap her again...” He looked up when Twilight turned a critical eye on him, immediately scribbling madly on his notepad. “Slap her again... and she's likely to sustain an injury. They should exercise more caution.” When Twilight turned away he let out a sigh and surreptitiously tried to rub the front of his pants with his notebook.

Trixie nuzzled against the puffed-up neck feathers and up underneath her beak. Her magical power flicked and twisted on Gilda's nipples. The magical force pressed down against Gilda's lower lips, the vague energy seen to be in a kind of spherical form. It rolled slowly over the wet and well-spread lips, grinding and nudging at Gilda's clit, repeatedly making her screech and lightly squirt around the pressing field.

Gilda took action quickly. While letting out a long and trembling moan she pulled Trixie's tail up and rather directly ground one thick finger against her dewy vulva. The semi-ridged scales of her talon, combined with the textured ribbing, pulled a keening cry out of Trixie. Gilda started softly against the upper portion of the slit and grew firmer as she ran down, using one smooth motion to unhood Trixie's clit and slowly run the scaled ridges of her talon up against it, bringing out another scream of delight.

The screaming from both of them really began when Gilda smoothly inserted that ribbed finger into Trixie's heated, trembling passage, stretching the walls out smoothly and making them press and mold to the texturing. The next finger on her hand moved up and down, rubbing Trixie's clit and flicking it lightly each time it passed a rib. Trixie was doing her own multitasking, the sphere of magic shrinking down and altering appearance until it took on a vague egg shape while a small secondary magical surge formed over Gilda's clit. The ovoid energy ball pushed firmly against the tight tunnel, opening it up and then being nearly 'swallowed' by the squeezing folds, while the clit-snuggling energy tweaked, tugged and twisted the nub of flesh.

Twilight looked on, impassively, too focused on assessing the scene to notice her assistant was trying to dry-hump his notebook. “You seem to be a master of exploiting loopholes, aren't you?”

“I am a master of using all holes properly,” Hoity noted, dryly. “You left the exception in there, noting that the specific measures were only meant for genital-genital contact. It would explain your interest in tribbing for them. Though... I'm sure you will feel foolish but I found another very arguable point in the draft that will come down on us.”

“Ha! That's not possible. I know what I am doing, after all,” Twilight said, with a proud puff of her chest.

“You think so? As I recall, the call for protection specifically says that it must be specifically enforced for male and female performers, not male performers and female performers individually. The argument can be made that the pre-attired provision is intended only for heterosexual activity, which is why these ladies are not starting out so-attired,” Hoity gave a smug grin and seemed to wink behind his sunglasses.

Twilight seethed inwardly and stomped one hoof lightly. “I should have caught that. I minored in law. It's a very petty point but could be tied up in court for a while. I'll tighten that up in the final draft...”

“What's even the point of all this?” Hoity asked, in a light, friendly tone. “I can assure you current practices are sufficient. We use birth control as needed, and administer ample tests of both blood and urine, with regular physical examinations by reputable doctors...”

“I know that,” Twilight said, cutting in with a dismissive tone. “Your records are open to the government. I reviewed all the relevant medical evidence and saw that you were doing fairly well. I minored in medicine.” She shouted suddenly, “Spike! Make a note that we need to modify the draft to specify all genders individually and with no respect to sexuality.

“Right! Right! Got it,” Spike said, suddenly back at Twilight's side. He scribbled on his notepad while wincing slightly over the straining lump in his pants. His attention drifted from the writing to the sapphic sexual scene before him.

In the time that the conversation had been going on Trixie and Gilda had changed position, Trixie on her back and Gilda over her, their faces in each other's crotches. Trixie alternated between straight-out licking and tilting her head down to gently insert her horn into Gilda, the griffin bouncing her own rear a few times before she pulled off to start the cycle again. Gilda was being far more direct, her beak open wide and looking to be 'stirring' Trixie's honeypot, pulling out after a few quick churns to grind her tongue stud against Trixie's clit.

“This is going nowhere,” Twilight said, “You're too smart to require them to trib and they know it. Fine, let us get to the closed portion of the loophole. Get a heterosexual pair in here. We'll see how compliant you really are.”

Hoity nodded and shouted, “Cut! That was very good, ladies, but our government functionary has lost interest. Please have the rest of the day off, with my thanks and full pay.

There was a bit of hesitation as the two had found a groove that really worked for them. But Gilda and Trixie soon pulled their tongues form each other and gave a last lick for the genitals before them. Trixie huffed as she rolled off her back and to her hooves. “Well! The Great and Powerful Trixie has never been so offended! What is the matter? Not up to your standards? Your perverted little lizard was enjoying the free show.” Spike's flushed face looked down as he covered his crotch with his notepad. The front of his pants were sticky from the precum oozing out of his tip. She glared at Twilight and turned her nose up. “You have no taste, you officious prude.”

Gilda was a bit more succinct. She flipped off Twilight with the finger that had her ring on it and draped an arm around Trixie. “Come on, let's go finish back at the apartment then go for a pint.” The two walked out of the room, still faintly dripping. All eyes followed them, Rainbow Dash's wings slowly rising up.

“We'll clean that at the appointed time. We have a schedule. For now, however...” Hoity went back to the phone, calling over the PA, “Miss Fluttershy, Mister William, to studio seven, attired as requested. Repeat, Miss Fluttershy, Mister William to studio seven in the pre-discussed attire.”

“Your two big names, I see. You must have drilled them well,” Twilight said.

“Nein! There wash no drilling of the talent! Leasht of all the bull! I can guarantee that Herr Toity ish completely shtrait!” Photo was in Twilight's face in an instant, waving a hoof threateningly.

Rainbow Dash interposed herself between Twilight and Photo suddenly, wings spreading threateningly. “Back off, krautwurst or I'll make you wish you had never left the beer garden!”

“Control yourself, Miss Finish!” Hoity said sharply, pulling Photo away from Twilight and her personal glacier of angry meat. “Miss Sparkle was only commenting that she believes that I have instructed our performers on the finer points of the law, as though preparing them for a school examination, because they are entirely unfamiliar with what is required. I can assure you, Miss Sparkle, that while I have taken pains to instruct my employees in the necessary points of the law, they understand and obey, perhaps without passion but that is to be expected.”

“I don't require their passion, only their obedience,” Twilight said sharply.

“We have the outfit for that ash well,” Photo dryly noted, sulking on her haunches behind Hoity.

After a tense period of waiting, mostly silent save for the grumbles of Spike adjusting his pants, Fluttershy and Iron Will arrived. Iron Will was nude, except for some stout shackles on his wrists and ankles, and a condom over his erection that resembled nothing so much as a trash bag. How they had found such a thing was indeed a mystery. In his hands he bore several stout chains. Fluttershy was much more curiously attired, wearing a creaky outfit of black vinyl that covered most of her body, with cut-out portions for her teats and her sex. The outfit was studded with metal points in several places, and had a number of zippers over the surface. Attached to the waist was a riding crop and a ball gag. “Well now, as unusual as I find all of this at least you managed to inform them properly,” Twilight noted, adjusting her glasses as she looked at Fluttershy.

“My performers are professionals, Miss Sparkle, and never forget that. None but the best for this studio,” Hoity said, with a good deal of pride. “Mister William, Miss Fluttershy, I understand how unconventional this is and how uncomfortable you may be. But as I said, I realize you are professional and will exert proper grace under pressure.”

“Grace?” Twilight muttered under her breath, “That's a laugh.”

At Hoity's direction, Fluttershy and Iron Will made it onto the stage.

“Watch this carefully, I think something's up, don't take your eyes off of this for a moment,” Twilight whispered to Spike.

“No trouble there,” Spike answered, somewhat absently, leaning forward a little to get that much of a better look at Fluttershy's dominatrix attire.

Fluttershy had been busy on the stage. She had taken the chains from Iron Will and attached them to the shackles, hooking the other ends to points around the stage. She had also placed the ball gag in his mouth, leaving him well-secured and silent atop all the pillows, his package lewdly exposed to all the observers

All of a sudden Fluttershy took up the riding crop and began to strike him across the chest and stomach with it. The device did not seem to affect him too much but he still reacted with chain-rattling twitches each time he was stricken. The abuse moved lower and lower, the crop hitting over each ab, and each thigh before his tremendous testicles took a few strokes.

That got more of a reaction out of Iron Will, the big bull bellowing into the muffling rubber of the gag while his eyes practically bugged out of his head and he pulled on the chains rather hard. There was nothing he could do, however, as Fluttershy took a few more, somewhat restrained, hits at his sac. She dropped the crop after that and crawled up to his head, undoing the gag and pulling it from his mouth. “Oooh... did you really have to..?” Iron Will began, lowing miserably behind his words.

Before he could finish Fluttershy turned right around and stuffed her rear end in Iron Will's face, screaming, “You're gonna love me! With your tongue!” She pressed her exposed pussy right up against Iron Will's mouth, silencing any further commentary. With no options open to him Iron Will extended his long, thick tongue, and began digging and swirling it around inside of Fluttershy while she released several long, deep moans.

The forced cunnilingus went on for a decent span of time, involving much grinding from Fluttershy. Her ass pushed back against Iron Will's mouth to get his tongue just that much deeper within her or to work her clit against his chin. For his part, Iron Will occasionally dragged his tongue out to flick at that little nub of flesh, getting a fresh squirt of silky mare juice as a reward. His erection, slightly withered from the ball-slapping incident, had recovered to full hardness after the long oral session.

Fluttershy pulled away from Iron Will's tongue after a bit more work and juicing, her thighs trembling and her eyes a trifle glazed. She turned around slowly, exposing her well-licked passage to all the observers before she began to slowly grind the sodden muff against Iron Will's condom-clad cock. “Now you're gonna love me with this...” She cooed, raising her ass higher and higher, reaching for the crown.

“Stop! Stop!” Twilight yelled, drawing all eyes to her and bringing the action to a grinding halt. “What manner of disobedience is this?”

“Miss Sparkle, just what is the matter with you? First you demand to see sex and then you dismiss the performers, you ask for it again and you stop it once more! We have a name for you in this business. Though uncouth it is still true, you are a cocktease,” Hoity said, tartly.

“I'll say she is!” Spike shouted, getting a zap on the ass for his trouble. “Ow! Sorry!”

“Miss Fluttershy! Why are you not obeying the regulations?” Twilight asked.

“Oh, I'm sorry, I, um, thought I was,” Fluttershy said, all her dominance melting away and leaving her the same, shy mare she normally was.

“Yes, Miss Fluttershy, rest assured you are doing exactly as required!” Hoity took a letter out of his chest pocket, scanning over the page to find the section he needed. “Right here, in this preliminary overview of this ludicrous Penile Code of yours, after stating that it would apply to male and female actions, the ambiguous passage, it says the necessary requirement is to be a condoms on the males and femdom for the females. She is attired as a dominatrix, which would seem to fulfill the requirement.”

Twilight grabbed the letter away from Hoity and scoffed. “There is supposed to be a hyphen in there. I can't believe this. It's supposed to say 'fem-dom', as in a female condom.” Using another magical tendril she reached into her suit jacket and extracted a foil-wrapped package and tore it open, unrolling a very cylindrical piece of rubber, a one-opening tube. The closed end terminated in something like a diaphragm. “Here. It comes pre-lubricated and with the surfaces treated with spermicidal jelly.” She levitated the ungainly prophylactic over to Fluttershy and pushed it into her hooves. “There. Now put it in. We must be safe. If you need assistance I can offer magical help.”

After a moment of fussing and frustration, and the assistance of Iron Will after freeing one of his arms, Fluttershy had the fem-dom in. Following an approving nod from Twilight, Fluttershy resumed her place on Iron Will, sex hovering over the crown of his latex-wrapped member. She sank down with a pleasured little squeal that was entirely lost with the squeal of condom-on-fem-dom. It sounded like two balloons rubbing against one another. Rising up did not significantly help the problem, nor did sinking back down. Every little motion produced the unpleasant squeak. “Ach! Meine Prinzessinnen! That shound! What manner of foolishness ish thish?!” Photo shouted, holding her ears.

“This is beyond the pale, Miss Sparkle!” Hoity cried, likewise holding his ears. “I was upset enough about the use of condoms...”

“How can one have a porn shoot with theshe infernal devicesh? What about projectile ejaculation?” Photo cut in.

“Miss Finish is quite correct! A porno without a cum shot is like an action movie without explosions! It ruins the entire aesthetic of the art!” Hoity cried.

“Don't try to give me that 'art' excuse. This is hardly avant garde high art. I minored in film studies, I should know,” Twilight said, dismissively. “I know you question this, but safe sex is the government standard.”

“What is this? Are you frightened that without condoms you might get hit with an errant cum spurt?” Hoity said, “I wouldn't worry. If any stray jizz flies your way, your bodyguard can dive in front of you and take the hit.”

Dash snorted sharply and waved a hoof at Hoity, flipping him off with both wings. “You just wish, pervert.”

Twilight silence Dash with a look then looked firmly at Hoity. “This is it. I suggest you get used to filming with these things in place.” With that Twilight stormed off, followed closely by a scowling Dash.

Spike remained behind, watching the squeaking sexual intercourse until he got another chastening shock across the hind end from Twilight.

“Coming, Spike?” Twilight asked.

“Not at this rate,” Spike grumbled.

The squeaking and squirking of the condom-inhibited sex went on for a while longer, Fluttershy and Iron Will both uncertain about what they should be doing. The issue was resolved by Hoity waving a hoof. “Please, please, for the love of all artistic integrity, stop raping my ears with that infernal squeaking.”

“I'm so sorry Mister Toity I... this thing just squeaks,” Fluttershy said, flying off of Iron Will's erection and settling down beside him.

“It is not your fault, Miss Fluttershy. This is simply the new reality we must accept,” Hoity said, a bit distracted. “You may go. Please try to keep a positive outlook. We will get through this.”

Iron Will rose, gingerly, patting Fluttershy on the head. “Let's go. I think they can handle this. I need to go put some ice on my cowbell. You're stronger than you look.” He gave Fluttershy a wry smile and started slowly walking out of the studio.

“I'm so sorry! I should have never used any force. But it had to look good. Oh Fluttershy, you don't know your own strength,” Fluttershy mumbled to herself as she accompanied Iron Will out.

Hoity waited for the door to close then noted, “That was a debacle. I think I underestimated our opponent.”

“Which you do at your peril,” Photo noted.

“Indeed. Let us lay in defenses and prepare for this protracted engagement. We have weathered other storms, we will outlast this young upstart as well,” Hoity said, standing tall and strong.

Later that day, after returning to the local office that Twilight had rented Spike walked out of the bathroom, looking very satisfied.

“You were in there an awfully long time, Twilight said, judgingly, “What were you doing?”

Spike's eyes shifted nervously. “Just... uh, reviewing my notes from earlier today,” He said, as he began to sweat. “I wanted to be ready for later.”

“Good,” Twilight said, “Because it's time to debrief you.”

“What?” Spike said.

“I have a stack of porn tapes from Bare Mare Studios,” Twilight noted, “We need to review these tapes and find the most flagrant examples of rule-breaking and use it against them.

Not long after Twilight and Spike were settled in front of the television. At that time they were working through the Rarity collection, which had her billed as 'Lady Rarity' to draw a contrast between herself and her rough, frequently thuggish Diamond Dog costars. “Is that all you've got?!” The Rarity on the screen screamed while being double-teamed by two Diamond Dogs.

“Look at that disgusting display,” Twilight said, contemptuously.

“Yes ma'am!” Spike said, too eagerly, even giving a salute. He was interested for so many reasons. From the moment he saw that pristine white coat and the royal purple curls of her mane he was absolutely smitten. She was sexy, sweet, demure and needed a dragon like him! He could rush in and save her from the Dogs that were continually assaulting and insulting her, filling her every hole with unwanted poles.

Twilight reacted to Spike's 'romantic hero' fantasizing under the mistaken impression he was experiencing an improper reaction to the sexual material by zapping him on the ass again. “Spike! The mind must be clear and free of such distasteful filth. Remember, the mind is a wonderful thing when chaste.” Twilight delivered the final admonition with a practiced smoothness, like it was looped from a recording.

“I know, I know, I'll remember,” Spike said. Aside, he muttered, “Because you've said it a million times.”

Twilight adjusted her glasses and rubbed at her temples during the money shot on the screen. “That contemptible stallion may have been overstating the case just a bit but not my as much as I would have liked. Filth though this work is, there's an undeniable quality to it that shows the caring eye of a professional and some measure of artistry. He learned a lot as a legitimate photographer. He should have stayed there. Frivolous puff though it was it was at least harmless.”

“So what does that mean?” Spike asked.

Twilight glanced at the calendar and frowned. “It means the vote on this law will not wait. There are temporary requirements in place imposed as part of the health regulations that I already had put in place but those expire after the vote on this. As little as I think of consumers of this even their blood-starved brains would recognize how good this is and keep buying. We won't break their backs or wear them down as easily.”

Spike was already only half-paying-attention, interested in watching the Diamond Dog semen running down over Rarity, picturing himself both saving her from that fate and frosting her himself. “So, uh, what does that mean?”

“It means we need to strangle them harder and faster. Bring out the moral crusaders. Don't spare the down-home charm, rectitude and catchy slogans. Get me all the children-savers and simple-minded hayseed porn-haters you can find,” Twilight said with a distracted tone. As an afterthought she zapped Spike again, smiling at his chastened yelp.