Author's Notes:

A Photo Finish By FleetlordAvatar
Streaker(s) Anthro Photo Finish

Warning: Forced exposure and Photo Finish getting what she deserves for her actions through out the Series.

“Ack! Ingrates, ze lot of them!” exclaimed Photo Finish as she stormed into her apartment.

The fashion photographer had just returned from a very long shoot, one that should have been over in minutes had the models been willing to co-operate. Every time she tried to work ‘ze magicks’, they squealed, squirmed, and jumped away at the slightest hint of a camera, costume or blush applicator.

Throwing the door shut behind her, she stalked into the living room. The apartment was one of the best in Canterlot, it was spacious and well-furnished, with one wall dedicated to framed images of her best models and magazine covers, with an image of Fluttershy, or at least part of her face, taking centre stage.

Flopping down on her plush couch, Photo Finish glanced at the picture.

“Vhy can zey not all be like you, you did not qvestion my methods, and you could vork the camera better than any of those spoilt little stick figures.”

She sighed, it wasn’t just the shoot that had her stressed. Afterwards, she had been approached by several of the models, and they had practically screamed at her. They called her methods ‘invasive’, as if they knew how to create ‘ze magiks’. She had told all of them when they accepted her offer that there would be lights and cameras watching them all the time. It did not matter if they were shopping, eating, dressing or bathing, ‘ze magiks’ would be captured.

She scoffed.

Ingrates, if it wasn’t for her they would still be little more than background ponies.

Lying back with a sigh, she tried to relax. However, the consequences of being under studio lights all day was making itself known. Her black dress was clinging to her matted fur like a sweat drenched rag, and her nostrils were slowly being assailed by the musky odour that came with it.

Deciding to take care of two problems at once, she stood up and walked across her apartment to the bathroom.

Opening the door, she breathed a sigh of relief as a wave of cool air washed over her. Like the rest of her residence, the bathroom was spacious, its walls were lined in white and black tiles with a large bathtub taking up most of the far corner. A showerhead hung from the wall next to it, along with a plastic curtain that was draped over the edge of the tub.

As she turned the knobs over the bath, the shower spluttered into life. Once she had ensured it was the perfect temperature, she set her trademark sunglasses to one side and stripped out of her sweaty clothes, tossing them into the laundry basket without a second thought.

Pausing in front of a mirror, the photographer spent a moment admiring her reflection. She might not be the youngest mare in the industry, but she could still cut a fine figure. Her baby blue coat was nicely contrasted by her stark white mane and tail, while her figure was demonstrated through her trim stomach and a pair of full breasts. She struck a pose not unlike one of her models, giving herself a sexy wink for good measure.

“Still got it,” she said to herself, before climbing under the steady stream of warm water.

As the water cascaded over her shoulders, it's gentle heat easing the aches and pains of a long day, Photo Finish sighed contentedly. Her chosen profession may be stressful at times, but she wouldn’t change it for the world, the thrill of creating ‘ze magiks’ was something she lived for.

Grabbing a bottle of body wash, she squeezed a glob of the sweet scented gel into her hands and worked it into a soapy lather before massaging it into her fur. Using her delicate fingers she gently worked the suds over her breasts, massaging them gently before her fingers moved down her firm stomach towards her pussy. She nickered quietly as her slim digits teased the tender flesh of her lover lips.

She paused with a sigh, relieving tension would have to wait for a moment, she wanted to get the sweat out of her mane and tail first. Reaching out from behind the curtain once more, she grasped a bottle of shampoo and squirted some of the lavender scented soap into her hand. Replacing the bottle, she initially worked it into her tail, unpicking any tangles with her delicate fingers. before gently massaging shampoo into her mane.

She sighed again as the warm water and lavender scent helped to put her at ease, the tension in her muscles melting away. Closing her eyes; she stepped under the stream to wash out the soap, revelling in the sensation of it running down her body.

A sudden cold draught caressed her body and brought her out of the relaxed stupor she had been falling into, she moaned in frustration. The window must have blown open somehow, she would have to have words with the staff about replacing the latch.

Unwilling to let a cold breeze ruin her relaxation, Photo Finish, despite being blind due to the soap in her eyes, threw back the shower curtain and stepped out of the tub. The cold seemed more pronounced now she was out from the warm water, and she anxiously fumbled for a towel, unwilling to let it torment her longer than necessary.

Reaching out, her fingers eventually came into contact with something soft and plush, probably one of the fluffy towels she had hanging on the heated rack near the door. Stooping low, she brought it up to her face and wiped the soap from her eyes.

As she dried herself, Photo Finish became aware that the material felt…off. It was plush, and absorbent, but it felt more like one of the faux fur coats she sometimes used for a shoot. Her mind immediately leapt to the possibility that somepony had replaced her towels as a kind of prank, one she would reprimand them for severely.

However, as her vision cleared, it became apparent that her problems no longer involved closing a window.

She was indeed, drying her face with a coat, however, said coat was still attached to a very confused, and possibly irate, mare. Furthermore, as Photo Finish looked around, she realised the cold breeze was not because of an open window. It was because she was no longer in her apartment.

In fact, she was standing in a busy Canterlot street.

With a panicked yelp, she released the mare's coat and span around, possibly expecting to find her bathtub and some form of sanctuary behind its curtain. However, there was no sign of the bathtub, and her yelp had caused a few ponies to spot her.

“Is that Photo Finish?”

“How did she get there?”

“What happened to her clothes?”

“Great pair.”

Embarrassment and humiliation quickly welled up inside her as the crowd started to grow, and she tried to cover her ‘assets’ with one arm, while hiding her ‘treasure’ with another. A camera flash caught her attention and Photo Finish made a frantic grab for one of the stallions at the front of the crowd. The stallion recoiled at the just the right moment, causing her to overbalance and land flat on her face, exposing herself to the mare behind her, who fainted away with a dramatic swoon..

A chance breeze blew right up her ass crack and flipped her tail to one side, ensuring the dazed mare could not cover herself. A second camera flash went off as the crowd got an unrestricted eyeful of Photo Finish’s marehood.

“Check out that pussy!”

“Nice butt!”

“Does she wax?”

“Definitely been some bleaching.”

The crowd closed as the perverted stallions jostled with one another for a picture of the poor mares posterior. Surrounded by a forest of legs, the dazed mare tried to gather her senses as the cameras continued to go off, their lenses squarely focused on her exposed behind. She squealed indignantly as she felt a few stallions grope and squeeze her butt cheeks like a pair of balloons.

The press of bodies was too much for her to stand up, so she started crawling through the crowd as fast as she could, gritting her teeth in pained pleasure as her nipples, already firm from the cold, dragged along the stone pavement. It also didn't help that she could feel dozens of warm hands groping her ass, sliding up her pussy and even poking her tight rosebud.

Desperation lent speed to her efforts, and soon Photo Finish had reached the edge of the crowd. Popping free from the press of bodies like a cork, she scrambled to her feet and took off down the street as fast as she could, the stallions following behind, eager to see more of the naked mare that had miraculously appeared before them.

Making an abrupt right turn into an alley to hide, she ducked behind a stack of crates and held her breath as the crowd ran straight past her and around the corner. She remained stationary for a few moments as the noise of her pursuers receded, only emerging when she was certain nopony was around. Cautiously keeping an eye out for more ponies, she tried to collect her thoughts.

“Vat is going on here? How did I get outside?”

“I may be able to answer that one my dear.”

The voice had come from right behind her, and was punctuated by a firm, open palmed slap to her abused behind.

Leaping forwards with a squeal, she spun around to see someone had drawn Discord, the spirit of Chaos, on the wall in graffiti, only this image had its claw squarely where her ass had been.

“Not bad, it’s not as cushy as Celestia’s mind you, but there’s still some squeeze to those cheeks.”

Discord chuckled as he unstuck himself from the wall and floated before her.

“Of course, she has all that cake to thank; I don’t know what such a shallow, image conscious mare like you could possibly indulge in. Nice nipples by the way.”

Photo Finish dropped her gaze in an almost comical manner as she was reminded of the fact she was currently stalk naked. Covering herself with her arms, and trying to muster as much dignity as possible, she glared as the draconequus.

“Vat is the meaning of zis?!” she haughtily demanded. “I haff done nothing to deserve zis!”
Discords expression darkened.

“Oh contraire, my photogenic mare, you have done plenty to deserve this.”

He snapped his fingers, and a television set appeared in the air next to him. Twisting the knob on its front with his eagle claw, the screen erupted into static before an image came into focus, was that a dragon?

“Singing in the bathtub! La,lala,la,laaaaaa!”

“Whoops, wrong frequency,” muttered Discord, aggressively smacking the set. The image of the bathing purple dragon abruptly switched, and Photo Finish immediately recognised the new images.

They were of her, doing what she did best. Capturing ‘ze magiks!’

This particular film showed her recent trip to Ponyville, where she had been looking for the perfect pony for her new modelling campaign. She had tried several promising mares, shoving her camera lens right into their faces, abruptly changing their clothes to suit the setting or mood she had been in. It was glorious, the raw expression, the perfect skill and style, everything that should have worked, but it didn’t.

She was brought out of her revere by Discord snapping the TV out of existence.

“I won’t go any further because I removed all evidence of it, personally and with extreme prejudice. Besides, we both know what happened next, Fluttershky falls from the sky, naked as a jaybird, and you proceed to chase her around town like some animal.”

“I remember,” she replied. “That mare had the perfect body for my shoot, and her entrance, it just captured, ‘ze magicks!’

“As fascinating as that is,” replied an uninterested Discord, “Did you did not even consider lending her a coat? Or maybe a full set of clothes?”

“Clothes would haff ruined ze moment!” she proudly stated. “Ze magiks must not be denied, zey must be captured and immortalised for all to see!”

“Except she doesn’t want ‘all to see’” he countered, making literal air quotes that promptly deflated like balloons. “It was bad enough when you had her modelling for you, at least then she worse something. Do you really think she wanted her naked body to be seen all over Equestria?”

“Once she saw how much fame it brought her, Flootershy would have been begging to become Equestria's next nude model.”

“Except that all you did was traumatise her and completely undermine her body confidence!” Discord snapped. “Do you know how many minds I had to erase before she would go outside? Not everything goes back together the same way once I’ve been rooting around inside somepony’s head! I had one guy thinking he was a cow for three days! Do know how difficult it is to find the specific bit of brain you forgot to put back!”

“Brains are of no concern to me!” she snapped “Only, ze magiks! Flootershy would have become confident once she saw the stallions fawning over her exquisite beauty.”

“Except she doesn’t want that type of attention,” replied Discord, pinching the bridge of his nose in frustration. “I had to see off more than a few ‘admirers’ while she recuperated. All it did was nearly turn her into a nervous wreck.”

“Bah! She does not know ze lengths my models go to for that type of attention, she should be grateful that I, Photo Finish, even considered her for such fame!”

Discord opened his mouth to reply, then shut it again. The arrogance of Photo Finishes’ last statement made the Spirit of Chaos realise that she just wasn’t going to admit to any wrongdoing.

“Look,” he said, taking a deep breath. “We can stand here arguing all day, or you can apologise to Fluttershy for being so insensitive and we will call it a day.”

“Never!” she practically screamed. “That mare would have been forever in obscurity until I discovered her!”

Discord shook his head, and cracked his knuckles.

“Fine, it you won’t apologise, I’ll just have to try something else. I had been planning to send you to a dimension of homicidal, flaming chainsaw jugglers. However, as I am reformed, I think a taste of your own medicine will do instead.”

He snapped his fingers and a map of Canterlot appeared, with a blinking dot where they currently stood.

“If you can make it from here, to the other side of Canterlot, where your crew are having a little photo shoot of their own, then I shall return you to your room.”

“You cannot expect me to run all zat way!” she replied in exasperation. “I am naked!”

Discord pulled a pair of reading glasses from...somewhere, and looked her up and down.

“Yes, we should probably do something about that.”

He snapped his claw and Photo Finish felt her arms suddenly pull themselves behind her back. She felt something wrap around them, constricting and binding them tightly together even as her hands were enclosed inside what felt like a pair of mittens.

She looked over her shoulder, and shrieked when she saw that they were now held inside a pair of black leather armbinders.

“I cannot wear this!” she spluttered.

“Really? It's more than you offered Fluttershy,” replied Discord, dismissively. “Anyway, I’ve taken up too much of your time as it is. You better get moving, and... try to stay out of sight. I can only image what an incident like this would do to your reputation.”

With that, he snapped his fingers, and disappeared, but not before setting off the loudest air horn in the universe. As her eardrums rung in protest, she failed to notice heads emerging from back windows to investigate the noise.

“I say, isn’t that Photo Finish?”

With strangled cry of despair, she bolted.

Straight out the alley and into the crowd of stallions she had avoided earlier.

“I found her!”

A quick flashbulb to her reddening face had the photographer rapidly turn away and run in the opposite direction. A glance behind told her that the crowd were following quickly so she needed to lose them. Fortunately, or unfortunately depending on your perspective, the street ahead was also crowded with ponies as they went about their business, which meant she could slow down her pursuers, but any hopes she of being unnoticed were nonexistent.

“I say!”

“My Goodness!”

“I thought this only happened in Ponyville?”

Mortified, the photo mare continued to shoulder her way through the throng of ponies. Her unrestrained breasts heaving up and down with her stride, their perky nipples standing proud for all to see.

She was forced to slow down while passing through a tightly packed group of stallions and felt a meaty palm grope a buttock a, while another somehow managed a quick suck on one of her tits, causing an involuntary groan to escape her lips. As she tried to increase her pace, she realised with horror that the some of her pursuers had managed to get ahead of her and mingle with the crowd she was pushing through.

As the crush of ponies became denser unknown fingers began sliding up between her ass cheeks and the cleft between her legs. She could feel them tease her folds with every stroke, causing her knees to weaken and involuntary shudders to run up her spine.

Looking for an escape, she spied the city park and squirmed free, although not without a parting slap on the behind. Putting as much distance between herself and her pursuers as she could, Photo Finish ducked behind the entrance archway and dove into a bush. She held her breath as several stallions stopped by the gate.

“Did you see her?”

“No man, did you?”

“I think she went that way. Did you get a feel of those tits?”

“Totally, they felt so soft for a mare her age.”

Photo Finish watched in silent indignantly as the stallions moved on from the park entrance. What did he mean by ‘soft for her age’?

Pushing her feeling aside, she took a moment to get her breath back, trying ignore the stick that had somehow become lodged in her pussy. Cautiously poking her head out from the bush Photo Finish saw that a path ran from the entrance right past her hiding spot, and as she followed its route she was able to spy the exit from where she hid.

However, between her and it, were several ponies enjoying the quiet relief that the park offered.

Knowing she had to remain in cover or risk further exposure, she stealthily started making her way towards the gate. Taking care not to snap any twigs, or cry out when her bare flesh accidentally contacted a nettle. Occasionally she would freeze and take a few furtive glances around, fully expecting something to happen or somepony to see her. Thankfully, she was able to avoid exposing herself further and managed to reach another bush near the park's exit.

Sadly, it was at this point that Discord got bored and decided to move things along.

Silently tearing a hole in reality, he inspected Photo Finish’s plump posterior like a camera pony would when lining up a shot. He then drew a bullseye on her left buttock, sharpened one of his claws, and drove it into the soft flesh.

With a shriek, Photo Finish leapt clear of her hiding spot.

“Shield your eyes!” screamed somepony, as Photo Finish ran for her life.

“I don’t believe it!”

“There she goes!”

“Look at that booty!”

Photo Finish felt her face burn as the catcalls came thick and fast, bust heaving and butt jiggling as she ran.

“You’re doing very well,” said Discord as he appeared alongside her. “Now, you just need to get past one final obstacle.”

Looking ahead, Photo Finish saw the Photo Shoot she had stormed out of earlier. The purple and black decorations were still set up around the white stage that was surrounded by cameras, there was even a large TV screen hanging above it. She could also see ponies milling around the set, preparing cameras and equipment.

“Toodles,” laughed Discord as he vanished with a snap of his fingers.

Photo Finish glared angrily at the space he had occupied, however, the fury quickly turned into a strangled sob. She had been shamed publically, in Canterlot itself no less, and could just picture the newspaper headlines for tomorrow: ‘Canterlot’s newest Streaker!”

Thankfully, she realised there may be a way out of her current situation, provided the right pony could be found. Slowing as she neared the trailers that ringed the shoot, she cautiously looked out until she saw the stallion in question.

Sure Shot was standing apart from the rest of the ponies as they worked, checking the event schedule. This worked to her advantage as it meant she could approach him unseen by ducking behind the trailers and several piles of equipment.

“Sure Shot,” she hissed,“I need your help”.

With a resigned sigh at the demanding tone of his boss, the stallion turned, and his eyes bulged at the sight of Photo Finish’s naked form.

“Zat chaotic fool that Flootershy made friends with is out to get me. I need some clothes and somepony to get me out of zis thing!”

Sure Shot stared at her in silence, his eyes taking in every inch of her mature body. Her coat and mane may have been matted with sweat and dirt, and several twigs were sticking out from her tail. But he could see potential in her form, from her trim stomach and the gentle curve of her hips, to her firm breasts and pert nipples which stood proudly against her fur.

The stallion suddenly lunged forwards and grabbed her shoulders. Photo Finish was about to berate him for staring when she looked into his eyes. With growing horror, she saw that they held a look she had worn herself many time.

He was about to make ‘ze magicks.’

Before she could protest, he roughly dragged her over to one of the trailers and shoved her inside, startling the make-up artists and stylists that were inside.

“Get her ready,” said Sure Shot authoritively. “We’ve got a shoot in five minutes.”

As he slammed the door, Photo Finish looked up nervously at the stunned stylists, hoping for some sympathy. However, a great many of these mares had been on the receiving end of her behaviour, forced to re-do make up countless times in the name of ‘the magicks.’

So they decided this was an opportunity for some payback.

Seizing her by the shoulders, the mares pulled Photo Finish up and threw her into a tub of soapy water. She barely has time to splutter out a mouthful of water before two of the stronger stylists firmly grabbed her shoulders, while the rest set to work on cleaning the mare’s body for the shoot.

“Ack! Get off! Do not touch me zere!”

“Sorry boss, but you heard Sure Shot.”

“And I recall that you never let a protesting pony get in the way of ‘ze magiks!”

“Remember, you had us practically tie that mare from Neighpon to a chair because ‘she vould not ztop squirming!”

Photo Finish could only glare at the mare responsible for the poor impersonation while the rest began to clean her up, ensuring that they were not too gentle in the process.

A comb was roughly dragged through her mane to remove dirt and twigs, while two of her assistants grabbed sponges and started washing her body, suds and soap running down her sides and over her breasts. She felt herself blushing as the rough material was dragged over her nipples, which now seemed to be standing permanently proud against her fur.

With yelp, she felt herself pushed forwards, with one pony pushing and arm under her waist so she didn’t fall into the water. Her tail was yanked to one side as her army of stylists went to work on cleaning the mud and sweat from the hair. She squirmed vainly as she felt a pair of loofahs scrub between her butt cheeks, their rough surfaces sending unwanted stimulation through her body as they raked across her pussy.

The washing came to an abrupt end as she was dunked into the tub and then hauled out by the mares that held her. She had a brief sensation of being wrapped in several towels before being thrown into a stylist’s chair, where a whirlwind of combs, curlers, blush, nail polish and perfume spun her into a daze as her team put their skills into full force.

Photo Finish found herself quickly, scrubbed, styled and made up to within an inch of her life, she barely had time to register a pair of thigh length boots being pulled over her legs when Sure Shot re-entered, pulled her from the seat and frog marched her over to the stage.

“Sure Shot, stop zis at vonce! I cannot be zeen by them in zis state!”

“Sure you can,” he replied. “Remember, nothing get in the way of ‘ze magiks!”

With that remark, he shoved her out onto the catwalk. Immediately, cameras started going off like lightening.

“Amazing she would agree to such a shoot!”

“Such a body, to think she was hiding this.”

“This will look great for Playmare.”

With her arms restrained, Photo Finish could do little to hide as each camera took images of her naked body. She tried to move, but quickly stumbled forwards, caused her to flash her treasure at the cameras. Steadying herself, the photographer glanced down at the boots which had been forced on her, and realised that she couldn’t keep her balance, because they were the steepest set of heels she had ever seen, she was practically on her tip toes.

She twisted around to try and flee, but the heels made running impossible, and her own staff quickly blocked the way, with Sure Shot right at their head.

“I think our model is a little shy,” he said.

“Much like that Pegasus from Ponyville perhaps?” said another.

“Then let’s give her a bit of motivation.”

A muscled stallion pushed his way through the group and made a beeline for Photo Finish, she tried to run once more, but the heels foiled her once again and she wound up falling backwards into the stallions arms. He grinned at her as he drank in the sight of her bare breasts and erect nipples, causing her to nervously swallow.

She was roughly stood up as the stallion positioned her facing down the runway before taking a step back and delivering a firm slap to her behind, causing her to stumble forward with a startled yelp.

As soon as she took those shaky steps, the cameras began going off with renewed vigour. One particularly bright flashbulb caught her off guard, and she fell back into somepony’s arms. However, she discovered it was the same stallion as before. He quickly righted her and sent her teetering down the stage with another slap.

“Come on boss, strut your stuff!” cried Sure Shot. “Show them…’ze magiks!”

Photo Finish shot a death glare at her assistant even as her face flushed with embarrassment. With no way off the stage, she had little choice but to take a few shaky steps forward and try to keep her composure.

Although that was a losing battle at this point, with every camera that went off she could just see the pictures that would grace the tabloids. The boots, combined with the arm restraints kept her body ramrod straight; her breasts thrust out for the world to see.

A few wolf whistles came from the crowd as she tottered down the catwalk, realising that those positioned closest to the stage were getting a perfect view of her sex. She tried clenching her legs together to hide her prize, but that caused her to wobble once again and she was instead forced to continue on, the stallion behind her providing ‘motivation’ whenever she slowed down.

“We need more shots of her ass,” cried one photographer.

“Yes, show us some pussy!”

Photo Finish paled as she was immediately seized by the stallion and bent at the waist, shivered involuntarily as he pulled her tail aside and traced a finger across the soft flesh of her treasure.

“It’s too pale, we need some colour!” said somepony else.

“Give it some hard spanks to get the blood flowing.”

“Vait! Stop!” she yelled, as she felt the grip around her waist tighten.

Turning her head, she whimpered as the stallion holding her gently massaged her left buttock with his palm, before bringing it down with a hard smack.

“OW! STOP ZAT! LET ME GO!” she yelled as the stallion began to rain blows on her backside. Protests quickly gave way to howls of agony as she tried to squirm her way out of his iron grip. The quivering flash of her ass was helpless as he landed one punishing blow after another.

As her bottom was soundly warmed, Photo Finish happened to glance up at the television screen that hung above the stage.

There was her ass, in glorious, big screen, high definition. She could also see every bounce and wiggle as the stallions’ meaty palm slapped and smacked her rapidly reddening behind. Tears fell down her face as she started to kick and scream in a combination of pain, humiliation and drive to be free of this nightmare.

“Okay that’s good,” she heard Sure Shot call out. “Let’s take a look at what lies between!”

Photo Finish continued to struggle as she felt the stallion grip her cheeks and gently pull them apart, exposing her soft folds and the crinkle of her anus to the cameras. She chanced a glance at the TV screen behind her and saw the cameras were now focused squarely on her exposed pussy.

She let out an involuntary yelp as she felt the stallion caress its soft folds, his rough fingers running sensually across her nether lips. She moaned involuntarily as they were gently teased before being spread wide for the cameras.

“Turn her over, they can’t get a good shot!” Called out Sure Shot.

Photo Finish felt surge of panic as the stallion holding her shifted his grip before expertly flipping her over. Looping his arms under her shoulders to keep her still, she saw two more stallions appear by her sides. She tried to kick at them with her heels but they managed to dodge around them and use the opening to seize her legs and spread them wide.

She felt a breeze blow across her pussy and body involuntarily shuddered, her nipples hardening once again at the unwanted stimulation. Rendered practically blind by the camera flashes, and unable to see the TV screen behind her, she did not see the stallions that held her legs reach out to touch her nether lips..

Jumping as she felt fingers touch there once again, she tried to wiggle out of their grip but was held fast as they caressed her tender flesh before slowly pulling back, exposing everything for the crowd. She shivered and shook as another breeze blew right across her exposed pussy.

As the cameras went off she realised that this was it. Her career was over, she had been humiliated in Canterlot, and the minute the photos hit the magazines she would be blacklisted by everypony in the fashion industry. Nopony would hire her ever again, she would be forced to leave Equestria and go into hiding for the rest of her life!

As her frantic mind was rapidly contemplating places she could run away to, everything stopped. The crowd of photographers, her assistants, even the TV screen just, froze. Like someone had pressed a pause button on a remote control.

She was, therefore, surprised when the stallions that had her in a death grip, released her from their grasp. As she tottered to her feet, she looked at them with confusion before they all spoke with a very familiar voice.

“Had enough yet?” said Discord, the three ponies morphing back into his one, true form.

Photo Finish was speechless for a moment, and then she started yelling at the Spirit of Chaos.

“Had enough!” she wailed. “Do you haff any idea vat you put me through! I haff been groped, spanked unt whistled at by every pervert in Canterlot! Exposed for all to see and humiliated to within an inch of my life! Do you haff any idea vat you haff done? Do you know what you haff put me through?!”

“Yes I do, actually”, he replied. “It’s the same situation that you put Fluttershy through, although with a few tweaks of my own.”

He snapped his fingers and the television set reappeared, only this time it showed Fluttershys cottage encased in a force field.

“After your little chase, she hid in her cottage for over two months, under a level ten force field I might add. She shut herself away from everypony because of what you did. It took a while, but her friends and I visited her every day and she eventually found the courage to come back into the world.”

He snapped away the TV screen and closed with the photographer, his expression darkening.

“Know this,” he said threateningly. “I could have done much worse to you, but having a friend has made me realise that there is a line I shouldn’t cross, most of the time. I hope this little jaunt has made you realise just how your behaviour has affected not just Fluttershy but everypony you work with, because if it hasn’t…”

He raised his claw, talons primed to unfreeze everything.

“Ya, ya!” she screamed in panic. “I get ze message! I’m sorry! Please don’t make me go through zat again!”

Discord paused.

“So you admit that you humiliated Fluttershy with your actions?”

“Ya,” she sobbed.

“And you’ll do your best to behave from now on?”

“Ya, ya I vill, anything to avoid this again,” she replied.

He looked her dead in the eyes, searching for any signs of a lie, something ponies had done in the past to escape his punishments. However, in this stance he did not see any signs of deception. It might have taken a career ending mile, but it seemed that the photographer had finally gotten the message.

“Good,” he replied, snapping his fingers.

A moment of panic welled up inside Photo Finish as a flash of light engulfed her, but as it faded she saw that they had both teleported back to her apartment. She felt the arm binds being undone and even the heels vanished from her body, a bathrobe materialising to take their place.

“Now,” said Discord. “Those pictures will hit the stands tomorrow, and you will no doubt be swarmed by a few ‘fans’. So you might want to leave town for a while, the tabloids should move onto the next scandal in about a week or so and this will all be a very unpleasant memory for you. Given what’s going on in this Equestria lately I doubt this will be career ending, although you may want to fire up your resume, just in case.”

He looked her dead the eyes.

“Just remember,” he said threateningly. “Should I get a whiff of you near my friends again, or even a hint that you have gone back to your old ways…”

He left the threat hanging in the air as she swallowed, nervously acknowledging that she understood.

“Well then,” he continued, suddenly upbeat. “I shall leave you to pack, toodles.”

With that, he vanished in an explosion of confetti, leaving Photo Finish to frantically decide on the fastest way out of Canterlot.