>The sun beat down on the worker ponies as they use their assorted skills of magic, strength, and blueprints to lay the foundation of a building. 
>In the sea of trotting ponies, one towers over them as she walks down the beaten path lugging a large cement sack over her shoulder. Her butt and hips sway with each step she takes, and the stallions can hardly keep their eyes off her as she passes.
>Reaching the end of the path she plops the bag onto a pile of other bags and exhales relieved as she wipes the sweat from her brow. Pinching her black tank top, she pulls it away from her chest and airs herself out.
>The combination of sweat and grime give an odd glisten to her untanned skin that peaks out from under her shirt, only seen by the most subtle observer stallions in the crowd.
>After cooling herself off, she walks over to a toolbox and bends over to pick it up. Her large shapely rear sticks out prominently as most of the stallions take a glance at. But from the second floor of Sugar Cube Corner, Pogo sits by his window with a pair of binoculars and watches intently.
>He adjusts his focus a bit before reaching over for a bottle of lotion. With a few firm pumps he brings the mound of lotion down and beings to generously lube himself up.
>Getting a firm grip, he bites his lip and begins to stroke as suddenly the door opens as Pinkie comes in “Pogo! Lunch is ready!”
>”Jeez mom knock first!” He replies angrily dropping his binoculars in surprise and covering his throbbing shame. 
>Today was a there is a new satyr in town kind of day.


>In an empty room, a single satyr sits legs crossed on the floor with an open pain can next to her. 
>Some cheerful pop music plays in the background as she daintily dips the brush in before pulling it out and applying the finishing touches on a bare patch of wall.
>Done, she lifts herself up and stretches out a bit before dusting her butt and chest off and taking one last look around the room. Happy with her work, she nods to herself before getting ready to go.
>Happening to glance at the door, she notices a missed spot at the very top center of the door. Annoyed, she quickly reopens the paint can and dips the brush before walking up to the door and tip hoofing as high as she can.
>She lets out little strained grunts as she reaches for the patch and giving a quick paint job. Relaxing her body, she breathes out relived and stuffs her brush into her pocket but notices two circular smudges on the door.
>Raising an eyebrow in confusion, she wonders what could have caused that and rubs her chin. In doing so she feels a wetness on her arm and looks down to realize that her bountiful boobs smeared her awesome paint job.
>Opening up the paint can she sighs “5th time today.”
>Today was a another satyr comes to town kind of day.


>Joist wipped the sweat trickling from her brow. The sun was cooking them in the summer heat and she's been spending it lugging bags of concrete mix all day.
>Suffice to say, she's been feeling haggard. Her new residency Ponyville held a lot of promise for work and development for new building projects. 
>But how much work it needed was severely underestimated. A far cry from the modernity of Manehattan and Salt Lick City, Ponyville seemed to be trapped in a different era. There was even a castle for goodness sake, she could see it peeking through the trees not far from here!
>In any case, all this physical labor made her hungry, and she found herself stumbling into a fast food chain for lunch.
>If the patrons minded all the sweat and grime she accumulated they didn't show it. Smiled at the blushing pony manning the counter.
>"Could I get an order of two hayburgers and a side of fries?" She fanned herself with her hand. "Oh, and a large water bottle, please?"
>"R-right on it m-m-ma'am," he said with a nervous timbre in his voice. Mut be the colt's first day she thought.
>Suddenly she heard a whistle behind her. "Hey baby, if you want some'in to drink I got a hot sausage with extra mayo for ya!"
>She groaned and rolled her eyes in irritation. A human and a stallion snickered like hyenas occupied a booth to the left of her. 
>"Damn girl, that plot just doesn't stop, does it," the stallion said before barking like a dog. "Why don't you swish your tail my way and make it a-a-a bounce all night, huh?"
>"One more thing, can I get another bottle of water? Thanks."
>Thankfully Joist didn't have to wait long for her order to arrive, and after paying the 7 bits, along with some extra, walked over towards the door with two unscrewed bottles clutched in between her fingers.
>"Where ya going Mami?" The stallion laughed along with his friend. "We're just admiring your lovely pair of assets you got."
>"I ain't never seen a halfie as fine as you," the guy said shaking his head. He pointed to her with a lopsided finger and addressed the restaurant. "Anybody gon' agree that she's looking hot as hell? I would wreck that like Putin wrecks human rights or some shit!" 
>"Yo, here she comes, here she comes."
>Joist walked up to the couple licking their lips. She held back a smile and poured both of the bottles' contents onto their heads, wriggling every last drop of water from it.
>"You looked so thirsty from over here," she said with a sarcastic tone of worry. "I couldn't help but lend you a hand. Sorry it's not the donkey sperm you cum guzzlers usually get, but it should be good enough you pollas en vinagre."
>Raising her arm up she tossed the bottles into a nearby trashcan. Then she gave the couple the satisfactory finger gestures of 'up yours', took her bagged lunch, and departed the restaurant.
>Joist might've lost her drinks, but atleast it was air conditioned, she thought.


>The door opens as Joist lets herself in and looks around at the freshly painted walls. From the hallway Palette comes walking by holding some paint cans and notices her sister, “Well? What do you think?” She asks proudly presenting the walls.
>”Its nice, its very..cozy.”
>”Right?! That’s exactly what I thought. Now all we need is some nice matching couches, a big TV and we got ourselves a kick ass living room.”
>”Haha, and completely barren bedrooms.”
>”It’s a work in progress.” She admits as Joist picks up the burger bag.
>”You hungry?”
>On the living room floor, the two sit across from one another with the torn open bag and bottled waters in the middle. Palette quickly downs her burger and beings on the fries while Joist takes much smaller bites and chews thoroughly.
>Palette sighs satisfied, but still rubs her stomach, “Couldn’t you have gotten more?”
>”Sure, if you don’t want to eat for the rest of the week, you do know we don’t get paid until next Monday right?”
>Palette sighs in hungry defeat but contemplates a moment, “You know we COULD go fishing for dinner.”
>”No.” she states firmly before sipping at her water, “I hate doing that.”
>”Oh cmon! Just because you can go without food doesn’t mean I can.” She pouts crossing her arms as her stomach growls.
>Joist tries to hold her ground but her own stomach betrays her as she sighs “I’d really like to not burn bridges here Palette, so please don’t do or say anything stupid.”
>”Yes! Soups on!”
>The shower comes to a stop as Joist wrings her hair and pops a few bones by stretching out and patting her small mounds before giving them a squeeze. Dry, she wraps her hair and body in towels and exits the bathroom. Palette comes walking by in dress that accentuates her bosom buddies. 
>”I left your dress in what is gonna be your room, just be careful, we don’t have any blinds on the windows so be sure to turn off the lights when you change.
>Joist walks into her room and gets the light to hide her modesty. In the faint moonlight she drops the towels to the floor exposing her curvaceous hips, and protruding butt. 
>Picking up a black backless dress, she places it over her head and begins to shimmy it down her body. Wiggling her bottom to adjust it into the right position, she fixes her hair and checks to make sure a nipple didn’t slip out. 
>Walking over to her olive drab packsack, she bends down and grabs some deodorant and lipstick. After covering her pits, she carefully applies her black lipstick and gives a little pucker to apply it before sighing “Time to flirt for dinner and feel like a whore.”