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A Pinch Of Saffron By Spring Showers
Streakers(s) Anthro Saffron Masala

Saffron Masala’s hips gave a gentle shake as she walked. Her hooves clopping slightly against the paved streets of Canterlot as she stepped in beat to the tune that ran through her mind. It had been three days since her new friends Pinkie Pie and Rarity had come and gone from Canterlot, but that delightful tune so reminiscent of her home was trapped in her head. The streets of the market far more lively than they had been only a short time ago as The Tasty Treat’s head chef happily sauntered from stall to stall.

When she and her father had arrived the ponies who stood there had often been much like the chefs trying so hard to follow Zesty’s tastes that it had been off-putting for her. Now though there were bodies moving all around for their own grand re-openings as they showed off their own true tastes. She of course felt some pony’s eyes upon her but ignored them. She had long since grown used to the staring she received. Ponies were often intrigued by the exotic Inbrayan mare strutting in modern yet still somewhat traditional dhoti and kurti. Not to say they did much to hide the shapely figure almost dancing its way as she bought some choice ingredients for this evening’s special.

Her tail stuck up a little with the bejeweled tailtie helping keep it erect. It did though cause it to stick out a little further behind her which attracted attention to the actual curvature of her backside given a tail typically hung over one’s behind to begin with. Her top did little to hide the shape of her breasts either as they bopped a little and swayed with each motion she made towards the next pony. A fact she was perhaps a little unfairly using to her advantage as she made use of her feminine charms to cut little bartering deals. Nothing excessive though.

Saffron smiled to herself, “This should be plenty for tonight,” her distinctive accent standing out. She got a lot of questions of being Saddle Arabian for it; in spite of how Inbrayan and Saddle Arabia were at best neighboring lands with similar cultural roots. Regardless of that cultural distinction however she finally swung about on her hoof, gripping the basket tightly and protectively as the baggy hems at her ankles swished nicely around her legs. She had barely taken a step though when she walked straight into somepony!

Saffron fell back awkwardly onto the ground, many ponies turning to stare at the commotion. “I am so sorry,” she apologized readily. “I wasn’t watching where I was going,” she confessed even as she reached to rub at her horn. It had impacted with this pony a bit and stung for it, the tip rather tender as she looked at her basket, which had thankfully fallen upright without anything appearing broken, bruised or lost. Her eyes then went to the pony she’d bumped into. Or rather him and the two other ponies on either side of him. All three were quite burly stallions, all of whom looked upon her with a certain degree of less than appreciated lecherousness in their eyes.

Saffron was used to staring and liked attention now and again; but being looked at like that always made her feel dirty. He was of course still standing, having taken the brunt of her collision and sent her basically flying back onto her ass. She had been about to get up on her own when his friends moved to flank her and grasp her by the arms, “Oh, this really isn’t necessary, but thank you,” she offered in polite gratitude as they hoisted her up onto her hooves. She stood there waiting for them to release her but felt their grips only tighten on her body.

“E-excuse me? You may let me go now,” she pointed out. She started to struggle; squirming and pulling her arms against their tightly squeezing fingers. Her squirming only caused her breasts to bounce and wriggle before the crowd in her top. She felt her attackers only holding tighter to her arms; hoisting her straight off her feet in a display of strength. A rather intimidating one as rather than kick and squirm harder she hung there waiting for somepony to explain themselves. It certainly seemed as if nopony was coming to her rescue.

Perhaps she had been mistaken though as she watched a familiar; if less than friendly face appear with a small smile on her lips. “Hello, Saffron Ass Slave wasn’t it?” She clearly misspoke her name in mockery. Saffron readily started to realize the two ponies holding her up and their third companion were looking towards Zesty for some degree of command. “I am rather glad we bumped into you; or rather that you bumped into us. You see, after our last encounter I felt ill at ease with how we left things.”

Saffron relaxed a little at the choice of words, “So...is this your way of apologizing for disparaging mine and my father’s restaurant?” A part of her actually quite hopeful that this was all it was about. The inbrayan mare of course growing increasingly uncomfortable being held up by her arms. “Also my name is Saffron Masala,” she gently added in correction as an after-thought to the food critic pony.

Zesty of course approached her...only to give a sudden pinch at Saffron through her clothes! Her fingers gripping tightly against the flesh of Saffron’s tit, conveniently pinching at her nipple through the fabric, “I will call you whatever I so please. This is hardly any apology. If anything it is you and your father who should be apologizing to me. Thanks to you; everypony in Canterlot suddenly seems to think that my opinion doesn’t matter!” She pulled hard at Saffron’s nipple forcing Saffron to tear up. She bit back any cry or whimper though as the grip on that tender region was released. “I was respected! Revered! My approval was sought-after by everypony; even the princesses bowed before my expertise! But in only a few short days it’s as if everypony has forgotten me in the face of your appearance!” Zesty shouted indignantly at Saffron.

“I am sorry to hear things have not gone so well for you,” she apologized genuinely. Not that Saffron wasn’t inwardly seething at Zesty over this humiliation she was seeing fit to bestow upon her. It was simply a matter that Saffron not only genuinely felt bad for Zesty’s sudden loss of status; but also recognized the fact that she wasn’t exactly in much of a position to do anything but try and be polite. Though her eyes did of course go towards the ponies of the market who only stared on at her suspended body without any signs of moving to aid her.

Zesty smirked, “As you should be. If this had not been for you and your father; and those two insufferable other ponies, I would still be on the top of the culinary world! Instead I was turned to review a...diner!” She spat out the word as if it were somehow pure filth upon her tongue. “None of that matters though. What truly matters is that I finally realized why anypony truly bothers with your little foreign trash with flavors so powerful that most ponies must surely gag on them,” she shot smugly.

Saffron scowled hard at that. “Perhaps you; a pony who can’t taste anything more flavorful than water and dirt might gag on them, but everypony who has come to The Tasty Treat has left well and satisfied!” She knew she was helpless; but she was NOT going to let anypony insult hers and her father’s food!

Zesty though smirked wickedly; as if somehow Saffron had played right into her hands. “It is funny you should say that your customers left ‘well and satisfied’. You see, I heard some interesting rumors about you, Saffron Masala. It would seem everypony in Canterlot has spoken of having their way with you. Of you offering customers private dances in slutty little costumes or letting them eat your drivel off of your naked body.”

“Those are all lies!” Saffron shouted with fury! She angrily started to kick out! Desperately flinging her lower body at Zesty only to suddenly have somepony pinch her right on the back-side! Her ass having been jiggling and swaying in her pants which left little to the imagination in back. “H-Hey! Who did that?” She demanded, struggling to peer over her shoulder and see who might have done that. Her attention went back to Zesty, “I assure you! Nopony has done any such things with me! They are all lies and slander!” Of course certain these lies were nothing more than boastful colts making up stories for their friends. In point and fact the exotic pony was a rather proud virgin.

Not that anypony else seemed to care as Zesty cackled, “You can deny it all you like; but everypony is talking about what a disgusting little exotic tramp you are. And by the time I am done; that is all anypony will ever think of you,” she shouted. Zesty stood there smugly looking on as Saffron dangled from her lackeys arms. Nothing happened for several moments only for Zesty to suddenly kick the third stallion in the shin, “That was your cue! Strip the little Inbrayan slut!”

Saffron Masala wasn’t sure if she should be flattered Zesty actually got THAT right or not. When she felt the stallion grab her ankles though in front of everypony and start to pull her dhoti down she decided she was NOT flattered! “Let go! Let me go! You don’t need to do this!” Saffron’s body was held almost horizontal to the ground as the pony dragged her pants down, the fabric struggling a little to move down passed the ‘widest point’ on her body that was her hips and ass. Anypony in the right position would see the curvature of her ripe juicy flank being exposed.

The fabric almost caught on her actual hip measurement until Zesty stood up and snapped, “Must I do everything for you tasteless buffoons?” She demanded as she moved and quite simply undid the button of her pants. All at once the stallion who’d been struggling to yank her pants down fell backwards clutching bottom half of Saffron’s attire tightly in his hand. As Saffron Masala’s lower body was exposed to the crowd, she did all she could to cross her legs and hold her thighs tightly together as she noticed everypony staring at her now undressed lower body. Her kurti only coming to her waist, leaving her visibly naked from the waist down as Zesty pointed out, “You say you aren’t a slut; but here you are walking around without underwear,” she mocked.

Saffron felt another hand find its way to her ass; giving it a pinch from behind as she hung there helpless against the rough pinch to the skin of her ripe juicy rear end. Her cutie mark visibly marked on the outside edge of each butt-cheek. “Please, give me back my pants. Please! Let me go!” She began to plead as she felt those dirty lewd looks ponies were giving her come from all around. Her bare shaved down mound offering no protection to the prying eyes. Some mothers reaching to cover their fillies and colts eyes while many stallions and mares stared at the exotic mare with lust in their eyes.

“I don’t think so, Slutty Masala,” once more getting her name wrong on purpose. Zesty grinned wickedly as she said, “You humiliated me! So I shall humiliate you. Nopony in canterlot stood against what I deemed tasteful before you came along. And once everypony sees you prancing around Canterlot like the dumb foreign skank you are; I will be revered once again!” The pony who had grabbed Saffron’s pants moved into place yet again. This time however Saffron was already starting to squirm and struggle! Her angry thrashing did nothing but give the ponies watching on a show as he moved behind her to yank her top straight up!

The traditional garment flying up her body even as she flicked her tail angrily at him as he stood behind her! Her lean trim belly attracting some attention as it tapered into that natural hourglass figure so many ponies strived for. Her hips wriggling angrily as she shouted, “Let me go! You can’t do this! This isn’t right! You can’t!” She shouted through panicked, shamed tears in her eyes even as her tits were finally flashed to the crowd. Saffron Masala had been teasing ponies quite a bit with them earlier. But now they were getting their eyeful of her full heavy orange tits. Her nipples a rather exotic dark brown against her body instead of the typical pink. All it did though was attract more attention to the mare. She felt them finally raise her arms above her head. Her body dropped almost comically to the ground.

She flopped back onto the ground; her previously closed legs falling open in dizziness after the fall. Her arms and head had all fallen out of their designated holes with comical ease. Everypony now staring at the dazed and naked young mare using her arms to support herself as she tried to sit up. Several ponies already whipping out cell phones and cameras to start taking pictures of her dark brown labial folds; the softest hint of pink nestled between them while they themselves rested between her bright orange thighs. A pair of full exotic C cup teats hung from her torso. One nipple a little stiffened from the earlier pinch to it overly stimulating the nub.

It took her several moments to compose herself and hurriedly rush to her hooves! She stood awkwardly with one hand covering her mound while the other had draped itself across her torso. Pressing itself snug against her breasts as to cover her nipples from the onlookers. Zesty smirked, “I will be certain that these ingredients make it to your restaurant for you,” she insisted. Using both words with obvious insult as if to suggest neither were truly worthy of such a title. “Do take care, Slutty Ass Slave. I must confess that were YOU on the menu; I might have well considered tasting something at your restaurant,” she mocked as she picked up Saffron’s basket and walked off. Her cronies following after her into the crowd.

Saffron Masala was now defenseless in a crowd of ponies all looking at her with lust in their eyes as she darted her head about in panic. “P-Please, would everypony stop staring? I-I just need something to cover up with and I will go home,” she announced. “Eeep!” She squeaked as somepony suddenly smacked her right across her bare bottom! Her rump jiggling as the orange skinned pony leapt up briefly at the shock of the sensation. A slight palmprint visibly glowing on her rump for a few moments.

“What’s your hurry? You were showing that body off all day walking around the market. What’s the difference if you’re naked now?” The stallion who’d done so questioned boldly with a wicked pervy smile on his face. She vaguely recognized him as Joe; he worked at a donut shop her rather plump father enjoyed frequenting. “Yeah! Shake that ass!” “Give us a little belly dance!” “Make those titties shake!”

“I-I don't want to! You can’t make me...and I already asked you to quit staring!” Saffron cringed at the numerous calls at her to shake her body. A few moments ago she’d been shimmying quite happily to a tune. Now she was awkwardly trying to back up with a little movement and jiggling as possible. Unwittingly the naked mare backed right into somepony; able to feel something bulging and pressing against her hindquarters forcing her to jump back forward and away from them. “S-sorry! I didn’t mean to do that!” She insisted at the pony who she’d bumped into like that, shaking a little mostly out of nervousness as she tried to find some opening in the crowd to charge through.

The pony she’d walked into had a rather dignified air about him; but looked on with a certain undeniable smirk even as the tall pink toned mare beside him gave Saffron an equally devious look. “I say, I’d heard of what lovely creatures those Saddle Arabian Harem girls could be, never expected to get an actual feel of one,” he laughed with the mare beside him.

Saffron cringed, “I-I am not a harem girl, and I’m not Saddle Arabian either. It is a common mistake though, now...if you’d please excuse me!” She corrected as she at last ran for the crowded spot in fact furthest from her. She felt her buttocks jiggling embarrassingly as her tail flew back from her own speed. Held up as it was by the tailtie; it gave everypony an easy view of her swinging rump as she charged! Luckily as she lowered her head; the blunt rounded end of her horn pointed towards them, they all moved out of the way as she shouted, “Sorry about this!”

She was embarrassed about needing to threaten to charge like a common beast but found herself breaking through the wall of bodies! Though not without some consequence as she felt ponies slapping her on the behind! Palms openly swatting her flank with a mix of force from hard to light and tapping. Most were hard though as she felt her buttocks begin to sting. Other hands grabbed higher. Firmly reaching to try and grab her arm away or else simply grab at the fleshy mound of her breast on the edge; where the actual size of her breasts spilled over due to how tightly she pressed her arm in.

At last however she broke into the open street. A certain sense of relief hitting her as she ran through the open streets. Her first intention was a mad dash for Restaurant Row and home. But her self-consciousness only grew as she slowed her run as she overheard ponies starting to catcall at her, “Woohoo! Shake that ass!” “She’s wearing her tail so high up! She’s practically begging for it!” “What I wouldn’t give to have her give me a little dance!” “Hey, give us a look at those tits!”

She shook her head as her hooves became less steady as her knees shook. Her shoulders slouching a little weakly as she hung her head forward; attempting to almost use it to hide her breasts by simply tucking her head in as much as she could. It was all for naught of course but the naked and embarrassed pony had no other recourse. She walked through the streets, struggling to keep from moving and jiggling around as she gave up the run. Closer to a walk of shame towards her home. Though she finally spotted a small beacon of hope. “Guards,” she muttered in relief.

She ran right for them unthinkingly; arms covering herself, stopping and breathing a little heavily as she saw the armored stallions of course stare at her with definite shock. “S-sirs! Please! You have to help me! I-I was just assaulted in the market and stripped naked in front of everypony! My name is Saffron Masala and I work at The Tasty Treat with my father,” she announced to the two guards. “It was Zesty Gourmand and three stallions, you see, they…” she trailed off as she suddenly found her breast covering arm grabbed.

“We’ll see about these claim of assault later, Ms. Saffron Masala; but first I’m afraid we’ll need to arrest you,” he announced. Without any greater warning than that, Saffron felt as the arm protecting her slit was similarly grabbed away and forced behind her back by the two guard ponies! She whimpered as she found her nakedness exposed to everypony yet again. The naked unicorn cringing as she locked her thighs together as ponies of all shapes and sizes stared at the arrest.

“N-No! I am the victim here! Why are you arresting me?!” Saffron demanded as she felt the cold metal cuffs binding her arms behind her back. Helpless and unable to cover up anymore her tits hung fully before the crowd. A Grade Inbrayan C cup breast meat flashed before everypony and she could do nothing but insist, “P-Please, please I won’t resist! Just let me cover myself!” She begged.

Her latter cry seemed to go unheard as she started to struggle and squirm. Unlike the earlier stallions; these two clearly didn’t want to hurt her. The bulges they had in their trousers; just peeking out under their armor proof enough of an interest in other matters. Her ass and tits shook as she began to fight, “B-because, Ms. Saffron! I don’t know how things are in Saddle Arabia; but here in Canterlot public nudity is illegal. Now if you’ll just beha-” he started only for Saffron to finally free herself from their grasp!

Hands bound behind her back the effectively fugitive mare broke into a sprint. Unable to hold her tits in place now; she felt them bopping and bouncing heavily to the delight of the crowd as she ran without apparent direction. “Don’t look at me! Please stop! I am not some slut!” In spite of living in Canterlot for a little while now; long enough for their restaurant to have been in danger of closing at least, she still didn’t quite know her way around so well. For it as she ran, taking back-alleys and side-streets, dodging as many groping grasping hands as possible; she quickly got lost.

She was stuck in the middle of some back-alley; staring out into the busy street full of ponies. Numerous whispers audible to her as she tucked her body behind a trashcan, “You hear about that Saffron Masala pony?” “Apparently she’s streaking around canterlot.” “What a slut.” “Hear she has a pretty nice ass though.” “Bet it’d be fun to have her do one of those little belly dances,” somepony even insisted. What was with everypony assuming she could belly dance?! She couldn’t help but peer desperately around only to see a shop that might well be her salvation. The Canterlot Boutique. Rarity had told her of it; her shop right in Canterlot. Surely they’d have something for her to wear out if she explained her situation!

Though as she was considering making a break for it; she pulled at her arms and was reminded sorely of the cuffs holding her arms behind her back as she squat low to the ground behind the can. Her breasts hanging freely and humiliatingly for anypony who might peek around the corner to stare at. Her cheeks flushed as she did her best to focus on the task at hand. Get to the store and at the very least ask if she could hide out in there and have somepony contact her father or go and get her some clothes from home; even if they wouldn’t let her wear anything.

She swallowed heavily, “Here I go,” she muttered to herself. She leapt out into the street and tried to run for the boutique. Only all too predictably a pony had to pick that very moment to toss a banana peel towards the trash can only to miss. The fruit skin landing directly beneath where her hoof would land. It sent her toppling straight into the traffic of moving bodies! Her arms stuck behind her back unmercifully as she found herself in a position one might define as scarring.

Her own face was smack dab in some stallion’s pants bulge, staring at the shape of his erection with rather embarassingly intimate detail! She shut her eyes, “S-sorry! I did not mean for any of this!” She shouted only to squeak as she felt some hands grasp at her butt! A colt, a perhaps barely legal boy really was stuck beneath her leg and was smacking at her buttock; clearly looking to get her up and off of him as he smacked against her buttock! A mare’s body was directly beneath Saffron Masala’s own with her face smothered directly between the exotic tony’s tits. Her hands furiously groping and squeezing her mammaries, “A-ah! B-be careful! I didn’t mean to put those there!” She pleaded for some ounce of care to be taken even as he body was pushed up by the mare she’d landed on. Of course in being pushed back she felt somepony’s muzzle touching directly against her marehood. Her tight folds lightly parted a little as the dainty nose tickled her labia and pried them apart unthinkingly to expose the glorious inner pink of her virgin cunt.

“I-I swear! I’m not some kind of slut!” She shouted out as loud as she could as she finally got her hooves back under her and ran. Her tits bounced heavily as she ran for the open door to the boutique. Her legs quivering ass he tried to avoid bumping into anypony as she ran. Though after the commotion she’d started, ponies were moving right into her way in an apparent hope to be charged into by the humiliated naked unicorn who was already on the verge of tears. Shame over everypony seeing her most private and intimate regions coursing through her a she launched into the shop!

A tall cerulean unicorn with a rather more intimidating horn quickly sauntered into view as the bell over the door rung to announce the latest visitor into the boutique. “Hello and welcome to Rarity’s Canterlot Boutique! How may I help-gaaah!” She was startled out of her traditional greeting as she found herself eyeballing the inbrayan mare with a clearly shocked expression. Sassy Saddles had of course come a long way since meeting Rarity. Doing her best to oblige the rules of Rarity she smiled and asked, “Y-Yes, how may I help you?”

Saffron Masala instantly sighted in relief, “Thank Celestia. I need your help!” She announced openly as she rushed towards the startlingly tall unicorn, “A pony named Zesty Gourmand attacked me out in the market an-”

“Zesty Gourmand!” Sassy’s eyes seemed to light up with delight, “The most famous food critic in all of Canterlot? Capes and Corduroy! You met her!” She announced, obviously still impressed with the name. Saffron officially wanted to sock Zesty more now for how there were apparently some ponies who still found her impressive given Sassy’s reaction.

“Yes, now as I was saying! She attacked me in the market and stripped me in front of everypony! Please! I need to borrow some clothes; or for you to contact my father at our Restaurant! The Tasty Treat!” She announced.

Sassy Saddles expression instantly became one of obvious revilement, “The Tasty Treat? That tacky little Inbrayan restaurant on Restaurant Row? That hasn’t been shut down yet?” She questioned in an apparent bit of chic chic snobbiness.

“No, actually,” Saffron pointed out though she was noticing the mares who were in the store already had begun to of course pay attention to the exchange int he doorway. She was also acutely aware of the ponies staring at her exposed back-side as she found herself unable to close the door behind herself. “It is mine and my father’s restaurant. As I was saying, I need something to wear; and someone to explain to the guards that I wasn’t streaking on purpose! I only wished to get home and,” she suddenly found her shoulders grabbed and was forcibly spun about!

“Saris and Sarongs! Streaking! I can’t believe I let a streaker into the boutique! What would Rarity say about this?” Sassy saddles questioned to herself. Saffron Masala looked upon her as if she were somehow crazy! Did she somehow only hear every other thing she said?! And what was with the fashion alliteration? Saffron though looked back towards the crowd and struggled to push back against the far taller and stronger unicorn.

“B-but wait! I am actually friends with Rarity! She ate at our restaurant just a few days ago!” She was shoved comically out the door and into the busy street where somebody eagerly laid a smack on her buttock forcing her to jump in surprise! Her tits bouncing heavily as she came back down; slapping against po her torso and jiggling like he rump as she turned to stare back at Sassy.

Sassy Saddles rolled her eyes, “If I had a bit for everypony who came in here saying they were a friend of Rarity’s. As if she’d actually be caught eating at some tacky little Inbrayan joint, let alone one run by some perverted streaker,” she huffed as if almost amused by the thought as she shut the door in Saffron Masala’s face. Once more she was faced with ponies all around looking at her naked body. Her panic setting in all over again as she tried to charge against the wall of ponies again! Throwing her naked body against them though only seemed to be what they wanted!

“You hear that? Apparently she works at that Tasty Treat place we’ve been hearing about.” “Someplace actually hired a perverted little mare like her?” “I think she actually runs it. I once saw her in the kitchen, actually,” somepony else pointed out. “Really? You don’t think she cooks in the nude like this, do you?” “I might pay just to see that, let alone to eat,” she heard a mare point out openly with a mocking laugh even as Saffron found her naked body being grabbed and pinched at by the crowd she’d tried to charge through!

Hands smacked her buttocks as she shouted, “Ouch! Please stop! P-Please! I only want to go home! I don’t cook naked! I’m not some perverted slut!” She shouted out at the ponies even as she found somepony grabbing and pinching her nipples, tugging at the defenseless orange mare’s tits. Working her nipples almost as though they were milking a cow as they pulled on her jugs. Her eyes had spilled over with tears as she pleaded and shouted desperately! “Guards! Come! Help me! Please! Arrest me, I don’t care!”

“Alright, everypony, break it up!” Saffron Masala turned to the sight of the guards moving to break open the crowd, pushing poneis out of the way as they grabbed the naked mare by the arms. They quickly pulled her back; much to Saffron’s relief. Even if she was being arrested; a part of her felt quite relieved to be at least safely in their custody. She felt herself being marched out of the crowd and even as she heard ponies whistling at her backside she knew she was safe.

Or thought she was safe as she found the guards ponies leading her not towards the guards station but in fact down the main street. “No, no, no, no, this is...this is the way to Restaurant Row! Y-You said you were placing me under arrest! I think there was a guard’s station nearby, isn’t there?” She pointed out in a panicky tone as the ponies holding her arms forced and pushed her along. Shaking her body a little unnecessarily as ponies on the sides watched on with fascination as her tits bounced and bopped from the sudden jerking.

“Of course it is, we’re taking you home, Ms. Saffron Masala. Terribly sorry for the confusion earlier...we actually met a pony who cleared everything up for us,” one of the guards explained with a rather unnerving perverted smile across his face. One that only made Saffron increasingly uncomfortable as her tail stuck up; unable to tuck itself between her legs as she walked about exposed for everypony to oggle her pussy lips dangling between her legs, the dark brown of course attracting many eyes against her skin.

“W-wait, somepony did? Who? And...what did they clear up?” She questioned only to eep as she felt somepony reach and pinch her ass! Why did everypony feel a need to grab or pinch at her naked body like this! The fact that it was some mischievous young colt clearly doing it so as to boast to his friends didn’t make it any better as she saw the half-finished remodels ponies had been doing to their restaurants. Numerous ponies were following after the guards leading her home as one of them laughed; as if somehow she should know. She had a bad feeling she did.

“Zesty Gourmand, of course. She explained to us that apparently you were looking for a way to grab some extra attention for your restaurant with a little publicity stunt and needed her help working the courage to strip down in front of everypony. Ha! Gotta admit; pretty ballsy idea for a little mare,” the guard insisted.

“I-I said no such thing! I would never do anything like this by choice! I am not some slut and Zesty Gourmand spreads lies!” She insisted at the guards desperately. They didn’t seem to believe anything out of her mouth though as they laughed. Their shaking with laughter only forcing her to shake as well; a little of her own growing sense of mortification and dread filling her didn’t help it at all as she cringed. Her assets forced to shake as she squirmed.

“Hahaha! She said you’d be a little in denial over it; trying to act so modest. Best way to get attention is to deny it after all, right?” The guard pointed out with a laugh, giving her a startling smack on the back-side though it seemed less out of perversion as much as amusement. They were treating her like a joke, “Besides, she had all the right permits in order for it; so long as you perform like she said you would, you’re in the clear.” The guards explained as the Inbrayan mare was forced right into her own restaurant.

Ponies were positively packed in! All clearly excited for something. Zesty Gourmand visibly seated at one of the tables with a devious smirk on her face. Saffron masala felt the guards uncuff her and instantly moved to cover her nakedness in a massive fit of shame and humiliation. Her father of course busy tending customers; concern clear on his face. But it was clear he had the situation read to him by Zesty and had little choice but to play along as he kept customers fed while his naked daughter moved to Zesty’s table asking, “Hello again, Zesty Gourmand,” she struggled to put on a smile as the mare sat there positively beaming at her with malice glistening in her eyes. “If you don’t mind reminding me...what sort of performance do these guards expect me to do?”

Saffron Masala was quietly considering how many ways she could get back at Zesty once this indignity was over. Zesty Gourmand grinned as she said, “I should think that would be obvious. You are going to get on top of the table and dance for everypony here who’s come to sample your…delicious food,” she muttered with apparent struggle to use the word to describe the curry that looked basically untouched on the table before her. Her goonies around the table though seemed to have already eaten and were apparently quite satisfied. “A belly dance, if I’m not mistaken.”

Saffron really wished there was a better insult for ethnic stereotyping than racist. Instead all she could do was eep as she felt the guards forced her to climb on the table, smacking her on the rump encouragingly as she crawled up; flashing ponies her shaved down slit as she crawled up. Her tail stuck up as it was with her tailtie she could do nothing to block their view as she stood up again covered herself. She could already practically hear the jail cell closing in round her. In spite of all the stereotypes; she didn’t know HOW to belly dance!

“Come on, dance for us!” Somepony shouted, “I paid good money to see the show!” “JIggle that ass for us!” “Put your arms down! We can’t see anything!” “Come on, drop them!” She heard somepony shout at her. The guards still present watching on with suspicion at the Inbrayan mare just standing there like a startled doe. She was already considering how long they’d need to close the restaurant for this horrible incident to blow over as she started to bop herself a little in place. Trying to get into the rhythm she had earlier.

It was awkward though when unlike before she didn’t have the protective layer of her clothing between ponies prying eyes and her previously carefree little dance. It was closer to a silly shimmy and shake or a shuffle than any ‘expected’ dance. But as her ass began to swing and swish as the tune that had been stuck in her head earlier resurfaced; it didn’t seem as if anypony cared about anything but watching her butt swing and sway, jiggling lewdly as her little awkward shifting and bounce was soon accompanied by a feeling of the table being spun underneath her hooves! Turning her about on it to show everypony around her body as she continued to desperately cover herself.

At last though her ass was in Zesty’s face with the unicorn pointing out, “You really should drop your arms now, Saffron Masala.” The positively evil pony who’d once lorded her status as a critic looking upon her with a positively evil grin. How could the guards not see Zesty had played them and was setting Saffron up that unless she complied; SHE was going to take the fall? Were Canterlot Guards so incompetent?

It did not matter though as Saffron whimpered, “P-Please, Zesty, you do not have to do this. You can’t. I have already been humiliated enough...you can’t. Please,” she continued to shake her butt at the pony even as she moved, squirming as more ponies shouted at her to drop them.

“I could simply alert the guards that I was mistaken in possessing those public performance permits,” Zesty quietly threatened the dancing pony. Left no choice if she didn’t want to be unfairly imprisoned, all Saffron Masala could do was swallow and start to tear up and cry a little.

Her arms nervously and weakly coming away; much to the audience’s approval as she whimpered, “I-I...I hope everypony is enjoying the show,” she lied through her teeth to keep up appearances as she shimmed in places. Zesty continuing to rotate the table as ponies watched with obvious heightening arousal and want. Not a pony in the place; or watching from the doorway didn’t want a piece of her. Many taking videos on their phones or cameras while others took snapshots of her awkwardly dancing body. Her body rocking a little back and forth forcing her tits to bop and swing more animatedly as she tried to focus on dancing and the music in her head and let it go.

But it was hard when faced with all the whistles to shake it harder or bounce her butt rang in her ears. She inwardly thought “Sweet Celestia. Please save me. Please oh please save me.” No salvation came however as she shook her flank about to the crowd’s delight; swinging her hips left and right in awkward jerks. Zesty Gourmand licking her muzzle as if she could almost taste the pour foreign pony’s despair and humiliation as she was made to dance like this. The table finally stopped; with everypony whistling at her to keep going. Saffron though...she couldn’t!

That first dance alone already breaking her as she squat down; unwittingly shoving her ass down in Zesty’s face with her tail stuck up high, draped a little over the unicorn’s head with her face stuck up near her rump. “N-no, no, please! One dance! T-that’s all! Please just go and leave me alone!” She covered her tits with both arms; legs snapped shut to hide her slit from view. Zesty stuck near her back-side grinning to herself, “I must confess. My new trip here has been quite enjoyable...you officially have my three-hoof rati-” she began. Saffron Masala knew what this was.

It was Zesty attempting to ‘look smart and in the know’ by giving her her three hoof rating. A rating she had openly voiced that she didn’t want and make it sound like she was doing Saffron Masala the favor. That was what this had been all about! Humiliating Saffron...a part of her realized that had only been a bonus for the attention seeking pony. She struggled to turn back around intending to snap at her and shout that she could take her three hooves and stick them where Celestia didn’t shine!

Her voice however caught in her throat in surprise as she watched the guards now have Zesty Gourmand struggling against their grip. “Sorry, Miss Saffron Masala. We should have figured this was some attention getting hoax. Get sleazy critics like this pulling stunts like this on artists who burned them before. Couldn’t really tell who to trust on this one though; you running around naked and running away from us like that; not to mention Zesty seemed like she had actual papers.”

The guard’s confession was met with his partner pointing out, “Admittedly it does seem a little silly now. I mean who ever heard of papers for this kind of performance, right? Sorry to bother you, we’ll see that Zesty here won’t be bothering you again.” The guard began.

Saffron Masala though was already shuffling off of the table; still covering her nakedness in front of everypony desperately. She intended to write a formal letter of complaint to Princess Celestia about her incompetent guard-staff. She also intended to tell Rarity about the rude way her salespony treated her. But first of all she intended to have a little due justice towards Zesty. “Sirs, if I may make one tiny request before you take Zesty away? Preferably a long scenic route?” She began to suggest with a wicked look of her own brewing. The guards looked briefly confused before small smiles of their own formed; clearly amused with the idea themselves.

Zesty Gourmand swallowed hard. “If it’s all the same to everypony; could I finish my meal first?” She requested in a desperate bid for time, already having a sinking suspicion what was to befall her.