Photography is a difficult business, a fact which is plainly known to Canterlot High’s up-and-coming shutterbug Photo Finish. Her rather racy records of the life and times of CHS are quite popular, though perhaps not quite legal in some cases, and have succeeded in rocketing the previously unknown transfer student into a realm where her name draws whispers and excitement. There is, of course, one draw back to sudden fame.

“Zey want more,” the white-haired bimbo groans in her porn-worthy thick accent, leaning back in her chair. Long tendrils of hair billow out from the back of her head, brushing against her bare back and shoulders as she puffs out her cheeks. “Always more, more, more with zees people. I am not a machine, am I?”

Reaching down between her legs, the suddenly in-demand photographer twirls a bit of pink hair. It takes a moment more for the girl diving into her muff to come up for air, Violet Blur taking a deep breath as she smacks her lips a few times. PF chuckles, sliding a hand along the girl’s cheek as she steadies herself and works up a response.

“Well, it’s not a bad thing to be wanted, is it Photo?”

“No, I suppose not,” she replies, cradling the smaller, punky-looking girl’s cheek in her palm. “But it is simply so exhausting trying to schedule my usual models. Zey are always so busy.”

True, even Vice Principal Luna has been difficult to get ahold of, a shame since just the fat-lipped woman’s pout always brings in views worthy of a mid-level porn star. And the way she squirms helplessly in front of the camera, showing off her body well-

Violet shakes her head and coughs, glancing up at her frined. “Well, what about scouting some amateurs?”

“Amateurs?” The white-haired woman raises an eyebrow. “Why do that when there are professionals?”

“Well, because sometimes viewers like the idea of first timers or unknowns. It’s how people break into the industry after all,” Violet says, lowering her lips back to her friend’s snatch. After a few affectionate teases, the spunky girl looks back up to the flushed Finish. “Besides, you might find the next slutty superstar.”

Photo Finish purrs, bobbing her head and forcing her friend back to her task. “Jes, that sounds very good. I will look for the amateurs. But first we finish here, ja?”

Violet’s response is muffled, but the white-haired girl understands her well enough by her actions.

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Photo Finish casts her eyes to the students around her as she stalks down the halls; her heels click-clacking against the floor as she moves with an almost effortless grace. Glancing to the left and the right, she struggles to recall her pink-haired friend’s words. Something to the effect of looking for an individual with a unique appearance that is both down to earth while still being exotic.

Almost immediately, Photo brings up her camera and spots a girl through the viewfinder. Blonde, relatively nice skin; certainly nothing to write home about, save for her eyes. A brilliant yellow, almost as though the sun itself is trying to shine through them. Well, that and the fact that she’s wall-eyed. That will certainly fall under the category of exotic. And she’s built too!

But, after a moment something draws Photo’s hands back down to her sides. No, this girl, while unique, is not what she is looking for. What was the other part of what Violet had suggested—Innocence?

“Perhaps I ought to look at someone young then?” she mutters, focusing her camera on a group of underclassmen laughing around a table. Boys and girls sitting together, fresh faces, bright smiles, so much potential waiting to be unleashed; but still she shakes her head again. “No. too young. But then who?”

Who indeed? As the young woman mulls over her quandary, the solution hits her. Quite literally, bouncing off her chest.

“Oof!” the girl on the floor grunts, rubbing her non-existent backside. Photo, despite cutting a quite towering image in her high heels, doesn’t even wobble at the impact, and instead looks down at the grimacing girl. In comparison to some of the other girls she’s quite plain, with a very faded pink tone to her hair, a modest body, and all around normal. The photogenic female very nearly forgets all about her when the grounded girl opens one of her eyes and causes Photo to freeze.

“Jes,” she quietly murmurs, immediately losing herself in the tangerine pool residing behind the girl’s eyelid. “Jes, you are perfect!”

The girl opens her mouth to question, but squeals instead as she is pulled to her feet by the larger woman. Setting her back down, Photo keeps her hands on the girl’s hips, looking her up and down, her smile continually growing as she does. Yes, somehow this plain girl is looking more and more like the ideal subject for her amateur photo shoot!

“Jour name, tell it to me,” she insists.

The clearly rattled girl forces a smile and squirms in discomfort, trying to pull away. “Uh, H-High Spirits.”

“Ah! Such a beautiful name for a beautiful subject!” Photo moans, her voice dripping with enough sexual innuendo to make the pale girl in front of her color in embarrassment. “Please, you must let me photograph you.”

High Spirits raises an eyebrow, biting her lip and glancing around. “This, uh, this is a joke, right? I mean, you’re-”

“Photo Finish, jes.” As if to emphasize her point, the foreign student bobs her head once.

“Right, and I- I mean, look, I’d love to help but I don’t think I’m your usual subject matter.”

Noting the white-haired girl’s confusion, High sighs and brings her hands up to her chest, then pushes them outward to a ridiculous degree. Clarity quickly flashes across Photo’s eyes, and she adopts a tutting laugh.

“Oh, Miss Spirits, you are not quite understanding what I want. I have many models, but they are lacking,” pausing for effect, Photo Finish strikes a pose and casts her eyes back to the girl, “the innocence.”

“The, innocence?”

“Jes.”

“Which is?”

“Which is something that you have naturally,” Photo says with a smile. “I wish to capture the eager energy that I see inside of you and turn it into a still frame of such beauty that the world will be captivated by it!”

High Spirits blushes again, reaching up and tucking a bit of her hair behind her head. “Well, I mean, like I said, I’m not your usual subject.”

“And that is why I want you,” the white-haired girl responds with a nod. “No, that is why I must have you. We go!” And with that declaration, Photo grabs High Spirits by the hand and drags her out of the hall, students staring as the pair rocket off towards the photography club room.

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The world is a blur for High Spirits as she is whisked off by the overeager photographer. Spinning round and round, a blend of voices, groping hands, weak protests, and immeasurable excitement at the prospect of being a model for a school celebrity! Before she realizes it, her clothes have been completely stripped away and replaced with something that she never thought she would ever be wearing.

A CHS cheerleading uniform.

Anxiety rumbles up in the pink-haired girl’s belly again as she looks herself over. Clutching the pompoms tightly, she glances up at Photo Finish. “Uh, I’m not, so sure about this. It’s not really my style,” her voice quivers out even as the photographer snorts.

“No, no, I know what I am doing. You are zee perfect cheerleader, you will see.” Clicking her tongue a few times, Photo nods to her assistants who adjust the lighting. After a moment, the white-haired girl smirks at her subject and brings up her camera. “Now, give us the big smile.”

High Spirits sighs and takes a deep breath. Opening her eyes, she smiles. And the camera flash blinds her.

“Agh!” she hisses, quickly bringing the pompoms up to her face. “That’s so bright!”

“Jes, you get used to it after a moment. I should have warned you.”

“Yeah, you should have,” High mumbles rubbing at her face with the feathery objects. The spots quickly retreat, and the young woman opens her eyes again. “Okay, I think that’s better.”

“Good, now, perhaps a wink?”

The pale girl nods, doing as she’s told. A wink. A hand on the hip. A bit of tongue sticking out between the lips. Over and over, flash after flash, slowly High Spirits begins to feel more comfortable with what she’s doing. Motions come faster, easier, her body moving with a following reaction even as the suggestions leave Photo Finish’s lips. The white-haired girl crows and croons, constantly complimenting her after each series of shots.

“Jes, I knew it; you are the perfect girl-next-door.”

“Understated yet sexy. Attention-grabbing and yet so pure.”

“Zee kind of girl boys dream of settling down with, but having so many kinky urges, ya?”

High Spirits laughs as she really starts getting into the act, striking another pose that forces her to stick her chest out. While certainly not as large as some of the other girls, her own orbs only skirt the border of immodest, keeping with her almost virginal image. Another flash and a small set of rings pierce her nipples, keeping her image clean, while adding a bit of slutty flair.

Likewise, her face receives only a gentle dusting of make up, the skin tightening and firming to take on a quietly natural girlish glow. Her lips, while not enormous, settle into a cute bow-shape which, when puckered, will undoubtedly serve as a kiss magnet for anyone in the area.

The uniform shifts, sliding up to expose the smooth, flat expanse of her belly as it separates into two distinct pieces, and strains, trying and failing to cover the lower curve of her backside. Honestly, a micro skirt seems horribly ineffective in keeping the private parts of a cheerleader covered, but it is standard for the CHS cheer squad. Not that High minds showing off her panties; snow white with just a touch of frill along the edges.

The petite girl’s legs lengthen a little, and then a bit more height is added with the sporty looking athletic heels that replace her plain boots. Again and again the camera flashes, bits and pieces of the anxious girl falling away as her more eager personality traits begin to establish themselves.

Out with the girl who holds herself back out of concern for looking a little foolish, in with the one who is always happy to lend assistance. Her circle of friends shifts, grows, but never changes, as the formerly cloistered girl emerges from her cocoon a beautiful butterfly; ever ready with a smile, a kind word, and even a helping hand. The kind of girl who rarely gets a chance to tell others yes, becomes one who would prefer not to say no.

“For zee last one, give me your most playful look,” Photo encourages her. Without giving it a second thought, High Spirits opens her mouth a little and sticks out her tongue, shooting the camera her best come-hither stare. By the time the last flash hits her, it bounces off the pink barbell stud on her tongue and the photographer claps her hand. “Wunderbar! Absolutely spectacular! I knew you were my girl!”

“Aw, c’mon PF,” High Spirits says with a smile. “You know I’d pose for you any time if you’d just ask.”

Chuckling gently, the foreign student smirks. “I may take you up on zat, dear.”

Before the two can get into anything further, there’s a series of rapid fire knocks at the door. The four girl turn as two busty cheerleaders stumble into the room.

“High! We’re gonna be late to practice!” Spring Step pouts, brushing a bit of her short cropped hair to the side.

“Yeah!” the almost identical Sunlight Spring says, crossing her arms under her prolific chest. “Coach said we’d get a swat if we’re late again!”

“Oh shoot, I forgot! Sorry girls!” Turning her attention the photographer, High Step forces a smile. “And I’m sorry to you too Photo, I hate to cut and run but-”

The white-haired girl silences the newly minted cheerleader with a raised hand. “It is fine, I have what I need. But maybe you should bring your two friends with you next time and we will do a very exciting photoshoot, ja?”

“Sounds kinky,” High Step says with a smirk. “Well, if I can convince them.”

“I am sure they will listen to anything you say, ah, hold that,” Photo Finish says, snapping one last picture before fanning herself with one hand. “That confidence you wear, so sexy.”

“Captain, come on!” the two cheerleaders squeal in unison.

“Sorry, thanks again!” the ‘naturally’ pretty girl says with a smile, hurrying out with her two teammates.

As the photo-bimbos crowd themselves into the dark room, High Step hurries along through the halls with her underclassmen. Even with the threat of a swat hanging over her backside, High can’t explain why but she can’t stop smiling. Maybe it’s all the familiar faces, the looks of encouragement, the constant waves and shouts of good luck. It’s the same as it always has been. But for some reason, today feels like the very first time all over again.

And so she revels in it, and never wants the feeling to end.