Canterlot City was abuzz, as the school year had come to an end.
At Canterlot High, a massive party had been thrown to celebrate the graduation of its most interesting seniors. These included the famous Rainbooms, who had protected the school and town from one crazy magical event after the other. Now they had all graduated and were looking towards the future, with many of their classmates also looking forward to the summer of fun they were going to enjoy.
Many students had already chosen their paths in life. Some had gotten into the colleges of their dreams and were going to continue their studies. Others had chosen to go straight into the work force, looking for a job that would let them live as adults.
But some were still trying to figure out what to do in life, including one particular young man.
Flash Sentry was currently in his room, thoughtlessly strumming on his guitar. The blue haired young man laid on his bed, his mind a million mills away as he tried to figure out what the heck he was supposed to do with his life.
He looked over at his desk, at the multiple acceptance letters he had gotten from the colleges he had applied for. He never expected to get accepted to so many, assuming he would only have to pick between one or two. But with so many, offering so many different courses, which one would he pick?
The real question was, what did Flash want to spend his life doing?
Did he want to spend the next few years, studying something and then spending the rest of his life trying to find a use for what he learned? He honestly couldn't think of a subject he wanted to spend that much time focusing on, having never really had a passion for anything like most people did.
He did love music and knew a lot of people expected him to become a famous rock star. And whilst knew he had the skills to outplay anyone, even the Rainbooms at times, he also knew the life of a musician was never easy. Many talented singers spent years busting tables, as they tried to get recognised. And those were the lucky few who actually did make it.
And even if he did make it, did he really wanna spend the rest of his life as a famous celebrity? Never getting to go outside without being stared at. Always being careful, in case the paparazzi were nearby waiting to snap an embarrassing pick of him.
No, he didn't need that kind of stress in his life.
The only other option was to try and find a job that accepted guys with nothing above a high school diploma, if such a thing still existed nowadays. And if he did find one, it'd just be a low paying job where he did the same thing day in, day out. Was that really how he wanted to spend the next thirty years of his life.
"Aaaah!" Flash groaned, rubbing his face with his hands furiously. "Why is it so hard to choose? How is everyone else able to make this decision so easily." He put his guitar down and rolled onto his stomach, letting the darkness of his bed in his face calm him down. And whilst it did, it didn't help him think of what to do.
Suddenly, he heard a noise and realised it was his phone. He rolled over and picked it up, a smile appearing on his lips when he saw who it was.
"Uncle Burst."
Burst Sentry, Flash's paternal uncle, was the coolest guy Flash had ever known. The man was the one who bought Flash his first guitar and taught him the basics, then bought him his car after he got his licence. The guy always had money to spend, as he was living in a luxury apartment, drove the coolest cars and could always afford to eat at the best restaurants.
Flash didn't actually know what he did to make so much money, often asking his uncle whenever he saw him with a new car or going to a new expensive place. All he knew was that he did work on movies, but never told Flash which movies and what he did there. And every time he asked, Burst always told Flash he would let him in on the secret when he was older.
"Hey Flash. How's it feel to be free of high school?"
"Honestly, I wish I still had another year or two there. Another year or two to figure out what the heck I'm supposed to do with my life."
"Ahh, I figured you'd be having trouble. Can't decide whether to go to college, get a job or try and make it as a rock star?"
"Pretty much," Flash nodded. "How'd you know?"
"I had the same problem when I was your age. Wasn't sure what I wanted to do with my life. I almost went into accounting. Glad that didn't happen."
"What did you do?" Flash asked. "How'd you know you wanted to do...whatever the heck you actually do?" He heard his uncle laugh.
"You wanna know? You wanna see what I do for a living." Flash was shocked by this. He honestly gave up expecting to know the truth years ago. "How about I show you around my studio and see if I can help you decide what to do with your life. You might decide to take over for me."
"Take over?"
"I'll explain everything when you get her. I'll text you the address." Before Flash could say anything else, his uncle hung up and Flash stared at his phone. A minute or so later, he got a text with an address.
He smirked and rushed out of his room, excited to finally learn what the heck his uncle did for a living.
He found that his uncle's studio was on the far side of town, in an area a lot of people didn't go to. It was no wonder Flash had never been there, since there was nothing in that area that would make him want to go there. Until now.
He soon arrived at the address and found a small plot of fenced off land, surrounding a cube-like building with a single door leading into it. The place barely looked bigger than his house, making Flash wonder if it was the right place. But as he pulled in, he spotted his uncle's car in a parking spot next to the building.
As he pulled in next to the car, the door opened and his uncle stepped outside.
Burst Sentry was a tall man, with an impressive figure. He wasn't a muscle builder, but he looked strong enough to carry one or two people without issue. He shared the same orange skin that Flash and his father had, but instead had brown hair along with a beard. He was dressed in a simple T-shirt and jeans. Not exactly what one would expect a film maker to be wearing.
"Hey Flash." He waved as Flash got out of his car. "Find the place okay?"
"Yeah," Flash nodded, "but this isn't exactly what I was expecting. How the heck are you able to make any kind of film in there?"
"Quite easily," Burst smirked before showing his nephew into the building.
Upon entering, Flash was greeted to the sight of a rectangular room that took up the entire front of the building. The carpet was blue with the walls being painted yellow, whilst a green couch was in one corner along with four green chairs around a round table in the other corner.
There were three doors on the other side of the room, one in the very centre whilst the other two were near the edge. And between two of the doors was a large table, which had a computer and a bunch of papers on it, along with a computer chair behind it.
Between the other two doors was a small table, with an old fashioned typewriter on it. The place was clearly a combination of an office and a waiting room.
"Welcome to Sentry Studios."
"Sentry Studios?" Flash raised an eyebrow.
"It wasn't always called that, but I renamed it after I took over." He gestured for Flash to look around and he did, stepping forward and heading straight for the middle door.
When he opened it up, he was greeted to the sight of a room barely bigger than his bedroom. It was a pure white cube with nothing inside except two more doors, leading to the rooms on either side of it. He closed the door and headed to the one on the right, opening it up to find some kind of dressing room. There were chairs, hooks, a mirror on the wall and a door on the back and side.
He stepped inside and moved to the back door, opening it up to find a small bathroom with a sink, toilet and shower.
Flash then went through the other door and crossed the white cube of a room to head into the other door, where he found a perfect mirror image of the first dressing room. And that was it. That was everything the building had to offer. Which made Flash frown as he headed back to the office.
There, he found his uncle on his computer. "So," he asked, "what do you think. Looks pretty cool, huh."
"Is this everything?" Flash asked. "This is where you make your movies?" Burst nodded. "But what about all the stuff you need to make a movie. Where are the cameras? Where are the sound micks and lights? Where are all the employees you need to work the cameras, micks and lights?" He suddenly felt something click. "Oh, is this just where you store it all and clean up? Are you one of those film crews that goes out into the real world and makes movies there."
"Nope," Burst smirked before pointing to the centre door. "Every movie this studio has ever made, was made right there in that room."
"But how? What kind of movies could you possibly make in such a small room?"
Burst smirked, "you wanna see?" Flash nodded. "Alright. Come sit down. I've just cued up one of the first movies I ever made, after I took over this place. You're gonna love it." Flash quickly walked over and sat in his uncle's chair, allowing him to see the image on the screen.
He was half expecting it to be in black and white, but he saw it was coloured as his eyes began to make out what the image was. And as he saw the paused film, his eyes went wide whilst his uncle hit the play button.
Suddenly, the room was filled with the sounds of moans and cries coming from the computer. On it, a beautiful naked woman was sitting atop a naked man with her breasts and cunt on full display. She was bouncing up and down on him, as his cock went in and out of her pussy. This wasn't some pretend love scene in a movie. This was real sex. And that meant this could only be one kind of film.
"Porn." He turned to his uncle, "you make porn films."
Burst smirked. "Pretty cool, right? This studio's been making pornos since the days home movies were first made."
"You're a porn director."
"Not just a director. I direct, write, produce and even, he, star in my own movies." Flash could hardly believe what he was hearing. "How do you think I make so much money? There are hundreds of perverts out there, all willing to pay to watch a woman get her brains fucked out. It's simple supply and demand."
Flash understood why his uncle never told him what he did until now. "I can't believe this? Do my parents know?"
"Nope," Burst shook his head, "and I'd appreciate it if you didn't tell them."
"This is insane. And you've stared in some of these?"
"I've started in most of these." Burst gestured to the movie he was watching, Flash looking back and seeing the couple in a different position. Now, the woman was on all fours and the man was behind her. "In fact, that's me right there."
This statement caused Flash's eyes to go wide. He took a closer look at the man on the screen, but something was strange. The man had orange skin and brown hair, just like Burst. But even as Flash looked him right in the face, he couldn't make the connection between them. "That's not you."
"It is," Burst smiled. "You just can't see through the veil."
"Veil?"
He nodded. "Let me tell you something else. The woman I'm fucking in that movie. You know her as well." Flash was shocked by this and looked at the woman.
She appeared rather tall, despite looking in her late teens early twenties. She had flawless pinkish white skin and hair that was a mixture of pink, blue and green. Her massive tits weren't something Flash would forget and her face was beautiful, but he was sure he had never seen her before. "I don't know her."
"You do," Burst assured him. "That's your former principal." Flash was shocked.
"Celestia?" The woman on the film moaned as she was fucked to orgasm, Flash looking closer at her face. But despite having all the same features as Celestia, same skin, hair and figure, Flash couldn't accept that was her on the video. "How?"
"Well, you see. This isn't a normal studio." Flash turned to his uncle. "I know this might sound hard to believe, but this studio has some kind of power. Powers that allow it to make porn movies way easier than normal."
"So...it's magic?"
"I guess you could call it that." Burst turned to him, "if you're willing to accept magic exists."
"Let's say I am." Flash had seen enough impossible things to accept magic was real, "what kind of powers does it have?"
Burst pointed to the computer. "Take a look at where Celestia are." Flash looked and ignored the sex his uncle was apparently having, focusing more on the enviroment. He saw it was some kind of classroom, not unlike the ones at CHS. "This movie was filled in the room you were just in."
"It was?" Flash doubted that. Even if one could fit a classroom set in there, Flash saw windows that showed the sky outside. "How is that possible?"
"You remember those sci-fi shows you used to watch? The ones with those holodecks in them?" Flash nodded. "It's kind of like that. That back room can transform into anything. Any environment you want to shoot in. Wanna make a movie in a school, it becomes a school. Wanna make a movie in a house, it becomes a house. Heck, it'll even create an outdoor set and make it look as real as the actual outdoors."
"There's no way that's true."
"Oh, it is. And there's more. You asked where all the filming equipment was. Well, you don't need any. Don't ask me how it works, but the studio records what happens in that room and somehow edits it into a perfectly made porn film. It can even add music and special effects."
"What kind of special effects?"
"Anything you can think of. I once did a hypnosis flick and the studio made the girl's eyes change colour to show she was under mind control. Another time, I did an impregnation flick. The final scene showed the girl naked and several months pregnant, even though she had a completely flat stomach when we filmed."
"Oh god," Flash just realised something. "You've been fucking girls for a living. How many cousins do I have?"
Burst smirked. "Another beautiful thing about this studio. Pregnancy, STDs, anything that might ruin your life. They can't happen here. Doesn't matter what you do."
"I guess that's good," Flash nodded. He then turned back to see the woman on the screen on her back, getting rammed by the man. "But how the heck am I not able to recognise her. Is that really Celestia?"
Burst smiled as he reached into his pocket and took something out. A set of keys. "Here." He flicked through the keys until he found one, which he held up to Flash. "Hold still." The key's end touched Flash's forehead and he turned it, making Flash feel a sudden sense of dizziness.
After a moment, he felt the dizziness fade away and also felt more focused than he had been since he first entered the building.
A cry from the laptop made him look back at the computer and to his shock, he recognised the people in the video as his uncle and Celestia. They were younger, but it was definitely them. Flash had no idea how he hadn't seen it before. "What just happened?"
"I gave you the power to see through the studio's power. Now you can watch any Sentry Studios video and be able to recognise the actors. But you and I are the only people who can see through it. Everyone else will have no idea. They could see their own best friend getting fucked and wouldn't be able to recognise them."
"So you've been making videos like this for years?" Burst nodded. "How did you get into it? Where did this building come from?"
"I'm not really sure. I was given this place by my uncle, who got it from his father and he got it from someone he worked under for years. I don't know how this place came to be. All I know is, it's made my life incredible."
"Really?"
"You have no idea." Burst smiled as he turned to Celestia. "I'd had the hots on her for years, but never had the guts to ask her out. But when I got this place, everything changed."
"How did Celestia even agree to this?" Watched as Celestia rode Burst's cock once again, the image causing him to grow hard. He had fantasised about Celestia, Luna and many other women he had met. But he never believed he could ever have a chance to be with them. "Was she desperate for the money or something?"
"Not exactly," Burst told him. "it's another ability of the studio." Flash turned to him. "If you have a strong enough image of the woman in your head and write their name in the script as a star, the woman will show up on the day of the shoot fully ready to take part."
"What?" Flash could barely believe that. "How?"
"I don't know how the studio does it. From the woman's perspective, it's like someone called them up, offered them the part and they agreed. And when they come here, they don't see anything wrong with the place." He pointed to the stage room. "I once did a beach scene in there and the woman saw nothing wrong, with a massive beach and ocean fitting inside a relatively small building."
"So they just show up, not caring that they're about to be filmed having sex with someone?" Burst nodded. "You...you brainwashed them?"
"I wouldn't put it like that. They act completely normal when they arrive. And it's not like I'm forcing them to do it. They can say no at any time and leave without even taking off their clothes."
"Have they ever done that?"
"Once or twice. It's a very rare thing to happen. But most agree to do it, especially when they learn how much I'm willing to pay them."
"You pay them?"
"Of course. What, you think I'd make a woman show off her body without paying them. I get this whole situation is a little sketchy, but I draw the line at that. But anyway, the woman has nothing to worry about. If I hadn't used the key and told you who it was, you never would have known that's Celestia in the video."
"So it's like that for all the women you have in your films?"
"That's right," Burst nodded. "They come here, thinking doing a porn film is completely normal. They have a good time, make a lot of money, then go home without having to worry about their secret being discovered. They won't tell anyone they did this and if someone who does know them sees the film, it doesn't matter. There are no consequences."
"Seriously?" Flash turned back to the video, watching as Burst shot his load all over Celestia's face and tits. He could barely believe that a woman Flash had respected so much, did something like this. It was almost unthinkable. "So you can make any woman you want come here and have sex with you?"
"Well...not any woman. There is a limit."
"What limit?"
"This is only a guess, but I think the studio can only make a woman come here if it would take less than twenty-four hours. I once tried to make a famous actress from France come and be a part of a film, but she never showed up."
"Because she couldn't get from France to here in time?"
"Exactly," Burst nodded. "But when I tried to get a singer who was in town to show, she did." He smirked, "that was a fun time."
Flash's head was completely spinning, as the movie came to an end. "So why exactly did you invite me here?"
"Why else," Burst sat on the couch. "You said you weren't sure what to do with your life. If you want, you can take over for me." Flash looked shocked by this. "I've been in this business a long time and made more than enough money to retire. I've gotten to experience every fantasy I've ever had. Now I want to go on a new adventure and see the world."
"And you want me to take over this studio?" Flash looked around. "To start making porn."
"Why not?" Burst asked. "You're in good shape, so people won't be put off by you. And you've got no idea what you want to do in life. So why not have some fun, make some money and give yourself time to decide where you want your life to go. You don't have to do it as long as I've done it. If in five years, you decide you want to do something else, you can stop doing these films and never have to worry about someone recognising you. You can forget you ever did this, though I doubt you'll want to forget about all the girls you'll get to fuck."
Flash let this info sink in, as he stared at the now still image of Celestia covered in cum.
"I don't know. This doesn't feel right."
"Come on, Flash. What have you got to lose. Think of all the girls you've ever been attracted to. Not just girls. Women much older than you. I can't tell you how many milfs I've got to fuck who were old enough to be my mother."
Flash kept staring at Celestia, then thought about Luna and several women he knew who were beautiful despite their age. Then he thought about all the girls in his school. Girls like Trixie, Octavia and Wallflower Blush. Then, of course, there were the Rainbooms. The girls Flash had probably fantasized about more than anyone.
Sunset, his ex who he still found attractive. The sporty Rainbow Dash and party girl, Pinkie Pie. The elegant Rarity and gentle Fluttershy. Even Applejack had appeared in a few fantasies. Then there was Twilight, who Flash knew would never actually do anything like this with him. But with the studio, it was possible.
"Why not give it a try?" Burst suggested. "See what it's like to make a porn film. Like I said, nobody will ever know it's you."
Flash thought about it and had to admit, he was tempted. But there was no actual way this could all work. The studio couldn't just make a girl show up to have sex with him. "If I did agree, how would we do this?"
Burst smirked and got up before heading over to the typewriter, picking it up and carrying it over to the desk. Flash got up and let him put it down, then sat before loading some paper into the device. "This typewriter's connected to the studio. I can help you crank out a script in minutes."
"Really?"
"Yup. Just need to come up with a scenario and, of course, the girl you'll be filming with. So, any choice on who you want to make your porn debut with? Or do you want me to bring one of my best actresses in to help?"
Flash thought for a moment and took out his phone, opening up his pictures and flipping through it. There were many girls in his album, all of which beautiful in their own way. But as he stared at the girls, he couldn't bring himself to have them do something like this. At least not yet.
But just as he was about to give up, he suddenly found a photo from a while back. One showing a girl he would probably never call a friend. But she was hot and heck and Flash had to admit, making her do something against her will would just be a taste of her own medicine.
"What about her?" Flash showed Burst the image and pointed at a girl in it.
Burst smirked, "she's hot. What's her name? She is over eighteen, right?"
"Oh, she's way older than eighteen. And her name...is Adagio Dazzle." The thought of making this magical monster turned teenage girl do a porn movie, actually made Flash smirk. Even though he would be the only one who knew it was her, the thought of millions of pervs jacking off to her getting screwed was awesome.
"Okay," Burst got to work. "Adagio Dazzle. Let's make movie magic." He turned to Flash. "Don't talk to me until I'm finished. Nothing will be wrong with me, so relax." Flash wondered what he meant, but then Burst placed his hands on the typewriter.
Then, his eyes glazed over as the typewriter started typing away. But Burst's fingers weren't moving. They just touched the keys without actually pressing them.
Flash was a little weirded out, but did as his uncle said and watched as the machine printed the words on the pages.
As soon as a page was full, it fell out of the typewriter and was somehow replaced by another. Flash had to admit, that was pretty impressive. He also wondered what kind of porn movie his uncle was writing for him. He was clearly good at it, since making these films had turned him into a millionaire.
The typing sound filled the air and Flash sat down, taking out his phone to look through more pictures. With every girl he saw, he couldn't help but imagine a porn scenario he could do with them.
Eventually, the sound of typing came to an end and he looked over at the desk.
Burst suddenly came out of his trance and got up, looking over at the papers that made the script. "Finished." He picked it up and flipped through it, smiling as he did so. "This is good. You're gonna enjoy this. I just know you will."
"So what do we do?" Flash asked, as Burst stabled the pages together and left it on the desk.
He returned the typewriter to its proper place and left the script on the desk. "Now, we leave." Flash hadn't been expecting that. "The studio needs time to get everything ready. The girl also needs time to travel here. She can get here within twenty-four hours, right?"
"Um...I'm not sure." Flash hadn't thought about Adagio's location. "I think so."
"Well, if she can get here, she won't arrive until tomorrow. By then, the back room will be transformed and the costumes will be waiting for you."
"Costumes?"
"Relax. You won't be wearing anything weird. This Adagio girl, though..." He smirked, "you'll love what she's gonna be wearing. Though she won't be wearing it for long." Flash gulped, feeling hot under the collar.
Was Adagio really going to show up tomorrow? And would she actually let him see her naked? Forget that, would she actually be willing to have sex with him?
"Come on," Burst gestured to the door. "I'll treat you to lunch at a place I enjoy going to. Whilst we eat, I'll tell you some of the awesome stuff I've got to do here. There's even a few more abilities this place has that I haven't told you about. Trust me, you're gonna love what I have planned."
"If you say so." Flash stepped out of the building and Burst locked up, all the while the teen wondered what would happen tomorrow. Would he really get to have sex with a super hot girl? Would he be able to perform, knowing everything he did would be recorded for the whole world to see?
He had to admit, he was a little excited. But he was more nervous than anything. What did the future hold for him? Was he actually going to take over this studio, or would his uncle need to find another person to take over?