Photo Shoot

Things around the castle had been a little awkward for Spike since his encounter with Twilight, to say the least. Ever since he was caught getting off to his unreasonably large stash of photos of her, they'd been a little closer than usual, though they'd only had sex the one time. Still, it almost felt like she encouraged him to take snapshots of her now, like she wanted him to have more material to enjoy. She'd purposely bend over and look at him as he held his camera, she'd shift her tail out of the way with ubiquity, and the smiles she'd give him were some combination of innocent and wanting that he'd never considered possible.

Needless to say, Spike was feeling the effects of his torture. Knowing he could have whatever pictures he wanted of her now, that she was happy to provide, yet she'd not made a move on him in weeks. With the inherent awkwardness of the situation, he'd been apprehensive in the idea of pursuing her either, so he'd resigned himself to doing what he did best, taking photos and jerking off over them. Though he hardly had to be as clandestine about his actions anymore.

Starlight hadn't said a word about it either, but he noticed that she too didn't seem at all as bothered about the presence of his camera now. She didn't offer up lewd poses for him to capture like Twilight did, but she didn't shout at him either, or bat the camera out of his hand, or force him to go and live as a hermit for his earlier perversion. She was pretty chilled out about the whole thing, almost uncharacteristically so.

And for a week or two, that's how things progressed. One day in October, Twilight pulled Spike to the side in the kitchen, looking him over and making sure that there was no one else in earshot. "Hey, photographer. You get anything good of me recently?"

This was the first time she'd asked, or even approached the topic directly since, and the first thing Spike did was turn red. "I... uhh, yeah, I guess." He wasn't forward in offering his camera to her. He still felt as if what he was doing—even if Twilight was really encouraging, teasing—was completely wrong in some way, as if he should feel ashamed.

"You guess?" Twilight scoffed, yanking the Polaroids he had on him out of his bag and beginning to flick through them as Spike remained rooted to the floor, wishing for a convenient excuse to the leave. She walked over to him so they could look together, instantly brushing aside any nature shots or other 'safe' images and beginning to focus on the ones he'd captured of her. "Hmm... not bad." She bit her lip, continuing to flick through the images until she found one in particular to hold up. "Ooh, my hind legs look great in this one, and so does my plot!"

Spike's entire body was stiffening at her words, her actions. Did she realise how hot it was to hear her appraise her own body, especially on an image that hot that showed absolutely everything off? Surely she did, she must have known what she was doing to him. "Twilight, this is a little weird for me still..."

"Well, you're the one who started taking photos of me, who says you should stop just because I know about it?" Twilight countered, and in a weird, asocial way, it made sense. "You've actually got a talent for this, Spike. I mean that. You could probably take modelling shots and make them come out pretty well. You're good at capturing a moment." Her smile was soft and encouraging.

It made Spike forget his arousal, however briefly. Suddenly, it felt as if they were appraising a form of art, rather than her flanks, tail, and pussy. That said, her body was so perfect, it might as well have been art. "You really think I'm good at taking pictures? I mean, how hard is it?"

"Hah, don't be silly, Spike. Of course it's hard!" Twilight shook her head at him, as if she wasn't happy with the way he was belittling the achievement of taking good photos of his best friend's privates. "You have to account for lighting, angles, distance, capture a shot at the perfect moment, get things perfectly in frame... it takes skill!" She flicked to another photo, one where her tail was resting just over her puffy purple folds. "I did this one to test you. I flicked my tail really fast, I wanted to see how sharp your reactions were. Looks like you didn't disappoint."

Spike looked at the photos, then to Twilight, then to the image in particular again. The surreality of the situation wasn't lost on him, not in the slightest, but he couldn't help but smile at the praise. "So, you think I could do something with this skill? Maybe get work as a photographer, or something?"

"I mean, it couldn't hurt! You've been practicing for years, after all. Why not try it out?" Twilight smirked then, moving the photos to the side and looking straight at Spike. "In facttt, I might have something for you to do. A bit of 'professional practice', if you like."

Why was it starting to feel like this entire conversation had just been her driving at asking him a favour? Nonetheless, he couldn't help but be intrigued. "What do you mean 'professional'?"

"Okay, so you remember how me and the girls are meant to be doing a 'Heroes of Equestria' calendar and putting it up for charity sale next year?"

He did, it had been an excited topic of conversation between the girls for a few days now. "Isn't Photo Finish meant to be helping you with that, though?"

Twilight shook her head. "She was meant to be, yeah, but she had to cancel short notice, and we're pending a reschedule. I was thinking, why bother rescheduling with her when we've already got a talented photographer right here? I'll bet you could take some really high quality photos of the girls and me." Twilight leaned into Spike, fur brushing against his scales. "I mean, you wouldn't mind, would you? I don't want to turn your hobby into boring work, after all..."

"You kidding? Taking photos of you and all the girls? Sounds like a good time to me!" On second thought, might have sounded a little too enthusiastic there. Twilight definitely picked up on it, if the way she giggled was any indication.

"Heh, should've pretended to be more reluctant. I might have sweetened the deal with a few gemstones." She winked at him before giving him a peck on the cheek. "Thanks, Spike, you're the best. We actually wanted to start photography tonight, if that's alright? Me and the rest of the girls just need to swing by Rarity's place and get our outfits ready, and then I'm going to work on converting one of the castle's spare rooms into a makeshift studio. Would you be ready to start soon?"

"Damn. If I do a good job, can I still have the gems?" Spike bit his lip, tail twitching, and grinned when Twilight nodded. "Yeah, we could start tonight. Out of interest, what kind of calendar shots am I meant to be taking? Are you guys gonna be wearing the same kinds of outfits you did for your fashion show before, or something different?"

"I'm... gonna let you wonder about that until tonight," Twilight whispered in his ear, leaning forwards. "All I can say is that I think you'll enjoy your new job. In fact, it'll probably be the best introduction to professional photography you could ever have." She drew back then, eyes stern. "Still, don't get too presumptuous. I haven't told the girls about me and you, and what happened the other week. The only one who knows about that is Starlight, and her lips are sealed. You've gotta behave yourself, even if you get to a point where you really don't want to, okay?"

Spike gulped and nodded. If Twilight was saying it like that, did that mean that she didn't trust him, or that she was about to thrust him in a situation where he'd find it really fucking hard to contain himself? "I'm not about to do anything inappropriate in front of our friends, Twilight. I'm not that terrible. I promise I'll be on my best behaviour."

"Such a good Spike," she smirked, running a hoof down his chest. "Behave yourself until you get to my turn. Then I'll give you something to break the rules over."

Sometimes Spike wondered if Twilight was aware of how easily she could get the blood rushing to his cock. She seemed to be, because the first thing she did was look down and examine it, eyes travelling from base to tip. "Awh, did I work you up a little? I've seen you getting all pent up when you've been taking your photos of me, I'm surprised you've not come over and rutted me already. Was the first time not good enough for you?"

"I..." Spike didn't know how to explain it, and having Twilight be so direct, so torturous with her words and proximity, it was making it harder for him to think straight, to ignore the urge. "I've just been a little worried that you wouldn't want it again, or that I'd be making assumptions, or—"

Twilight pressed a hoof to his lips, snaring her magic around his semi-hard cock and giving it a few little pumps in tingling, snaking motions. "How could I ever not want this again?"

Spike could feel himself growing harder as he looked at the smaller Twilight beneath him, so casually playing with his cock as if she didn't even need to ask permission, just to see if he was up for it. She knew what he wanted already.

Her magic began to move faster, squeezing tighter, almost matching the feeling of her from the inside that Spike so keenly remembered but not being able to substitute her warmth. She jerked him back and forth with a hoof still pressed against his body, head tilting left and right as she watched his movements, waited for a moan to slip from him.

She didn't have to wait long. He panted out a few desperate sounds; he'd wanted this for weeks now. Twilight released his cock with a wry grin, beginning to walk away, swinging her tail back and forth as she went. The little tease, she seemed to love toying with him now. Maybe that was her revenge for his transgression, for all of the time he went behind her back. She wouldn't even touch him, it seemed, just wind him up with the expert ministrations of her magic. Spike released a heavy breath as he watched her walk away, unable to tear his eyes from her. "You're really done already?" he asked, perhaps a little desperately.

"I don't want you making a mess of the kitchen," Twilight snickered, turning back to him. "Don't worry, though. I'll make sure that there's sheets down in your new studio. You'll have all of the creative license necessary to cum wherever you like!" Her voice turned stern, her eyes hardening. "But remember, behave around the girls. Don't just assume what they want, they're here for a photo shoot, and that's it."

Spike nodded, barely able to concentrate on her words. Just what was he getting himself into here? He could only hope that Twilight was telling the truth, that none of them knew about her and his little bit of fun the other day, and that this whole thing wasn't just some elaborate scheme to get him back for it. Hopefully, it'd be a completely chaste and easy to handle evening, and there'd be no reason whatsoever for Spike to break and do something that he really shouldn't.

Hopefully.

The alternative was something he didn't even want to think about, which contrasted heavily with just how much he wanted to think about it. If the girls knew, if they were there in spite of his secret habits, surely that could only spell out one thing. The pondering alone was enough to drive Spike insane.

By the time he looked back, Twilight was nowhere to be seen. Seems like all she'd wanted to accomplish was making him worry endlessly, filling him with an intrigue he couldn't shake. Well, if the persistent hard-on between his legs was any indication, she'd done more than a good job at that. As usual, he couldn't beat the fucking thing down. He'd been better at containing it before, but ever since Twilight had started being more open with him, it was becoming impossible.

Spike walked down the hallway out of the kitchen with his hands over his sizeable, noticeable bulge, his chest tensed and the muscles of his arms strained. He just had to walk back to his room... three corridors away, and then the mini-nightmare would be over. He prayed to whatever gods would listen that this wouldn't happen again when he started shooting later, but part of him knew the chances were slim at best. He'd just have to make sure he could keep it out of sight, at least.

He peeked around the next corridor before turning the corner, like the clumsiest ninja known to ponykind. He began to regain his confidence with each new step, hoping that he was in the clear. Everything seemed fine, and his bedroom was in sight! He kept walking, walking, that breath of relief tight on his lips and ready to grace his surroundings. He hurried to the door, turned the knob, and headed inside, hands finally free and no longer choking down his cock.

Only to find Starlight sitting on his bed, in his bedroom. "Whafahuh?!" Spike eloquently spouted, hands instantly returning to his crotch, and Starlight only sighed.

"You really don't have any shame any more, do you? You just walk around the castle hard now, taking photos of Twilight every time she flashes herself at you?" Starlight tutted, getting up and walking over to him. "Forget it, I wanted to talk to you about later. Look, I don't know what Twilight told you, but she was lying."

"...huh?" Spike had given up on trying to protect his modesty now, he could only hope that his cock would go soft of its own accord soon enough. It didn't help that Starlight stood at almost perfect blowjob height to him, and the small size of his room meant that she wasn't exactly far away. "What would she have been lying to me about?"

"I was there when the girls were talking earlier. I don't know why, but they made up the whole thing about Photo Finish. They wanted you to be the one taking pictures of them all along."

Spike scratched his head, trying to make sense of it. "Why would Twilight make that up? Seems like a weird thing to lie about, really."

Starlight only shrugged. "Beats me, but I get the feeling it's something to do with the fact that she told all of the girls about what you two did the other week. I don't know what she's got planned, but I think she's trying to play around with you somehow, so just keep an eye out. I've never really known Twilight to be this devious, but maybe she thinks you deserve it."

Spike tilted his head, words coming slowly. "You don't think that she's planning to do anything cruel, do you?" The idea wouldn't shock him immensely, a big part of him felt like he still deserved it after everything that had happened, some form of comeuppance.

"Pfft. Seriously, Twilight, cruel? No, I think she's trying to give you some kind of treat, Spike. I don't know, I came in late, so I didn't really catch the specifics. All I know is that I'm seriously shocked about what I'm meant to be wearing on my June shoot." She pointed to a bag she'd left on his bed, and Spike cautiously walked towards it. "Go on, open it up. This is what I'm meant to wear."

Spike did as he was asked, pulling back the packaging it was wrapped in only to reveal... something black and white, lacey with frills at the bottom of what appeared to be a skirt. Spike pulled it out fully so it wasn't obfuscated by the bag, holding it up to the light and letting it unfold to reveal a tight, revealing maid's outfit. His cock responded in earnest. "Wh-whoa."

"I mean..." Starlight searched for words, waving her hoof around. "Just because I'm shocked, doesn't mean I'm not a little bit excited to try it on. It might be liberating, after all. Kinda wish it had came with some underwear, though..." She shook her head, levitating the soft fabric out of Spike's grasp and folding it before placing it back in the bag. "Anyways, yeah, I'm gonna be wearing that. No clue what the other girls are gonna be in, everyone's been super secretive about their outfits, but maybe Rarity will give you some hints. She designed them all, after all."

Spike made a mental note to do just that. The idea that Rarity had potentially made all of these outfits just to tease him, that she was in on this, it only made him more aroused, something that wasn't lost on Starlight. Spike looked down to his pertruding cock, stammering out: "I-I'm sorry about this, I just..."

Starlight actually took some time to look at him this time, for the first time Spike could remember. She studied his length, lips parted. "It's fine... you're a guy, I understand why you'd react like this. I'd be lying if I said that I wasn't a little turned on by the whole thing, it's just a little less obvious with me, because I haven't got a big cock that springs out whenever I'm excited."

She really was direct, wasn't she? Still, it wasn't lost on Spike that Starlight had referred to it as 'big', which only turned him on that bit more. Was she just going to stand there looking at it all day?

"I should probably..." she licked her lips, drawing a little closer to his length, her eyes hesitant. She looked up at him, then turned her head away just as quickly, turning. "...give you some alone time. Maybe if you're lucky, I'll be your little maid for a while after our part of the shoot's done. Just don't tell the girls."

"Wha-really?" Spike backed up, shocked. "I thought you weren't interested in me like that, after how you reacted the other day and stuff."

"Neither did I, but I didn't get to see you hard then either. It's quite the view, not gonna lie." And she wasn't looking at him as she spoke, her eyes were shifting from his abdomen to his cock over and over, as if she wasn't sure which she preferred. Her tail was turning in little circles behind her, and Spike was becoming really damn close to just propositioning her already. Surely a little fuck in the meantime wouldn't hurt?

"I mean, if you felt like staying..." Spike tried his luck, taking a step forwards, hoping he'd at least get a chance to take his arousal out on Starlight's soft pussy.

"Oh, I feel like staying," Starlight laughed. "But I know if I did, I'd not get anything done all day, and I need to go and get ready." She brushed her hoof against his length, softly, subtly, looking up at him. "Try not to waste all that hot dragon spunk before I get my turn, huh?"

Just her touch was enough to make Spike wonder if he could blow his first load right then, but she retracted her hoof before he could so much as push his hips forwards. She turned and left soon after, taking her bag with her, leaving Spike alone and insufferably horny.

And then he noticed something else. She'd had his stash of photographs out, the ones he'd taken of the girls. The bed smelled faintly of Starlight, as if she'd been there a while, and not just laying innocently, and after a quick count, he realised that one of his best pictures of Rainbow Dash happened to be missing. Figures, of course Starlight had more than one reason for being there.

Whelp, he was rock hard and already had plenty of masturbation material laid out for him, as well as plenty of thoughts concerning what was going to occur later. Wouldn't hurt to get a little 'preparation' in. He just had to be careful not to waste everything he had within him before he actually got to the main event.

Whether said main event was an innocent calendar shooting or something much more was all down to who was telling the truth, Starlight or Twilight. Spike knew one thing for sure: he'd be getting laid at least twice today either way.

There was one other thing on the bed, a list that outlined specifics for the calendar shoot. Some of the names were still blank, which might have meant that even more mares were going to be joining apart from the girls, but there was one thing that drew his eye in particular. On the January section was Fluttershy's name, written in a soft purple cursive that Spike recognised as Rarity's magic-writing.

Just who was arranging all of this, anyway? Rarity or Twilight? Were they in cahoots together? Surely, innocent little Fluttershy couldn't be in on it, though. This was either the ultimate test or the biggest treat Spike had ever received, and he could scarcely wait to find out which.