ErinKatzee said:
...don't know if hot.

From "The PR Lady:"
Looking back down at Exposé in a daze, Bruises mumbled, “’kay,” before lowering her lips. Finally, Exposé shrieked, but it was muffled by Bruises’ mouth. Wide-eyed, horrified, and furious—that was how Exposé looked—but only for a second or two. Before I moved to make the experience a pleasant, even wonderful one for her, her eyes half closed and grew distant. The scream trailed off as if forgotten halfway, and of all things, Exposé returned Bruises’ kiss! I didn’t get it. Then a wisp of smoke wafted free as Bruises moved her face away for just a moment. I’d filled her so full of smoke she leaked or something! Jade had never done that.

I frowned. I’d thought I was beginning to understand how the smoke worked, but this was new. Worrying, I forgot to do what I needed with Exposé, until I got a reminder that she was even there, when Bruises magically lifted the troublesome reporter’s nether regions to her own and started to rub, making both moan distractedly.

I laughed and shook my head. The smoke’s weird behavior was something for another time. Right now there were two mares in front of me, tribbing. One giant, one miniscule, one pinning one pinned, both more arousing than I’d expected them to be. I looked around in the air for any stray pegasi, and was relieved to find none. I let smoke trail from my nearest hoof to Exposé’s ears. A smoky kiss wouldn’t hold forever. Something more lasting was required. Something absolute—between the threat of Exposé and the risk of Bruises’ heart breaking, there was no room for error. I made the smoke as thick as I possibly could, nearly opaque.

“You love this, Exposé.” I looked back, where they ground against each other. It was impossible to tell who was wetter anymore, the liquids were so completely mingled, and both were so soaked. Exposé’s moaning made it obvious she was enjoying herself greatly anyway. “Tiny as you are, as much as you can’t stand being mistaken for a filly, you love how Bruises dwarfs you, how she dominates you. It’s embarrassing to be mistaken for a filly, but you’re really getting off feeling helpless as one.”

Exposé moaned more loudly in response. “There aren’t many like Bruises, you know. So huge, so powerful. Think of what you’ll miss out on at night, making you feel like a doll. Embarrassing, but thrilling, don’t you think?” Exposé shuddered. I couldn’t be sure it was the idea I was putting in her head. It could’ve been Bruises’ lips grinding against hers, for all I know. But there was no hint of objection, and that’s what I cared about. No, what I cared most about came next.

“So, you’re going to be Bruises’ fillyfriend, and she’s mine. That means you won’t be making any trouble for me. That’d just make trouble for Bruises, after all. She might leave you. Alone, and tiny, and helpless.” Her legs were still pinned, but Exposé cried out suddenly, and flung her wings around Bruises’ head, holding the only thing she could. I wondered for a moment if maybe a little of what I was etching into Exposé was already true. “Help me, and you help her. Help me, and I’ll make sure you’re her little doll forever.” Exposé shuddered hard. It didn’t matter whether it was what I was telling her, or whether it was Bruises’ doing. She’d never leave.