Photo Shoot

Preparation was in actuality a long edging session. Spike played with himself for a grand total of two hours, but didn't actually bring himself to finish even once, not even when he felt like he was about ready to burst. He was hoping it would teach him some kind of inner zen, that he'd be better at controlling his urges if he could keep himself from busting over the sight of these beautiful friends of his with all of their best features exposed.

Time to find out if it would work.

He was distracted by a knock at the door, and with a pant and a scramble to tidy away everything he had laid out, he stood, his cock much easier to beat down this time if only for how worn out it was. He opened the door to the sight of Twilight, who still wasn't dressed up in anything, giving him a sultry little smirk.

This was it, test one. Make sure not to get hard just from looking at her teasing face. Spike could do this, he knew he could. He focussed, summoned the powers residing deep within him, and somehow managed to ignore it when Twilight bit her lip at him. Somehow.

"This is it, Spike." She motioned for him to step out into the hallway, and he followed after, mind as stoic as it had ever been. He felt like some kind of spiritualist monk who after a long trial had sworn abstinence from all carnal desires of the flesh. Well, in the last thirty seconds, at least. "Your time to shine."

His resolve would be tested, he knew, and as Twilight led him, she made little to no attempt to hide just what was hiding under her tail. She swung it back and forth like a pendulum, being sure to look back at Spike every now and then to make sure that his eyes were in the right place. She seemed disappointed by the result, him staring straight forwards and ignoring the allure of her sweet purple ass. "Ahem," she intoned, jerking her head in the direction of her behind, pausing and waiting expectantly.

Spike chose to play completely and utterly dumb, it was the only way he'd survive. "What? Got something stuck in your throat?"

Twilight narrowed her eyes at him. "No, Spike. It's... whatever. You can look properly later." She purred the words out, and Spike knew they made his ears twitch, along with, well, another part of him, but he ignored it as best he could. Now wasn't the time for thinking about the lewd and depraved, now was the time for being anything but a deviant. He could do this...

Twilight continued to lead him with a slow saunter, eventually rounding into a large, open plan room that had been kitted out with white floors and a green screen in the background. Something about the whole arrangement struck Spike as odd, and it wasn't the throne that had been designated for him to sit in for the duration of the shoot. "Uhh... where are the girls? Shouldn't they be here already?"

"We thought we'd give you a little time to set up," Twilight said sweetly, leading him inside and waving a hoof around the place. "So, what do you think? Totally stain proof, am I right?"

"Uhh, yeah, sure." Spike replied, as if he had no clue why that would be any sort of concern. "Twilight, can you like... save it for later?" He scratched the back of his head. "I'm not trying to be rude, it's just... I don't wanna be thinking or feeling like that when I'm in front of our friends, snapping shots of them... this is gonna be a little awkward as it is, okay?"

Twilight looked at him in surprise for a second, as if she hadn't expected him to say something so mature, then slowly nodded. "You know, Spike? I think if you go into this with that mindset, you're going to have even more fun..." She pointed at the throne, gesturing for him to take a seat, and he did so, placing his camera down on the table next to it. "Schedule is there, everything you need, and the list of poses, in case any of the mares forget how they're meant to be standing, laying, spreading themselves out..."

Those last few words rang as confusing in Spike's mind. He turned to her with parted lips, attempting to parse what she'd just said. "This photo shoot... Is this what you'd call 'filly friendly'?"

Twilight actually laughed at him then, throwing her mane back and giving him what could best be described as a look. "N-no, Spike..." she said between giggles, putting a hoof on his shoulder. "No, not in the slightest. Which is why I said you've gotta be on your best behaviour!"

Despite the indication he'd had earlier, Spike was still shocked to hear it. Some of their friends, he could imagine being up for something like this. Pinkie especially. But the idea of each of them being convinced to pose suggestively, even explicitly for something that would be sold publically was almost ludicrous. "So... you're telling me that you managed to convince every single one of the girls to do this, and they were all happy to?"

"Heh, yeah, I just had to tell them about your—" Twilight covered her mouth, 'eep'ing to herself, then took a moment to clear her throat. "Err... I just had to show them statistics!" Twilight nodded to herself rather frantically. "Yeah... statistics. Glamour modelling is the most popular kind in Equestria, ask Rainbow Dash how the most popular Wonderbolts make the lion's share of their income! If we want to support ponies, we all feel as if we should be fully prepared to do whatever we can to get other ponies to buy. Hell, if the friendship journal was as popular as it was, imagine how many sales something like this will generate! We'll be on our way to more bits than you can shake a bridle at in no time."

Spike raised an eyebrow at first, especially when Twilight had seemed a little unsure of her reasoning, but the way she ended up defending her claims actually felt rather legitimate. Spike wasn't entirely sure just what they were planning to support with this charity event, he hadn't asked, but if it was for a good cause he was happy to help.

Yeah, maybe it'd be difficult for him to sit through, especially if all of the mares were going to be doing saucy things, but he'd stomach it for the good of his friends. "So... this is a twelve month calendar. Does that mean there are going to be other mares, apart from you and the other six?"

Twilight nodded with a wink. "It doesss, but you'll have to wait and see who else! You'll know that Fluttershy's January because I left that on the schedule—needless to say, be gentle with her—but I've left the rest blank so this is a little more fun for you..."

"I think you're confusing fun with torment," Spike groaned, shaking his head. "And you're absolutely sure that this isn't all some elaborate scheme to make me feel bad about what I've been doing?"

"Please, Spike," Twilight pfft'd. "Do I really strike you as the kind of mare that has the time and patience to plan out something this elaborate just to teach you some kind of lesson?"

"...yes. Yes, you do."

Twilight paused, rubbing at her chin. "Huh. Guess I am that kind of mare." She grinned. "Suppose you'll just have to watch out then! Try to have some juice left in the tank by the time it's my turn..." She lidded her eyes at him, licking around her lips, and with a flick of her tail, she turned to leave.

And finally, just like that, the first cracks were beginning to form in Spike's defence. "How long until Fluttershy comes in?"

"Two minutes," Twilight called back as she headed for the door.

He couldn't believe he was asking this. "Is there anything I can put on my lap, just in case I need to?"

"Yeah, her ass," Twilight giggled, and like that, she was gone.

Shit. Fuck, fuck, fuck, double fuck. Twilight had set this all up on purpose, Starlight was right. She'd basically just admitted it! She wanted him to have a hard time, she'd planned on all of this from the offset! Spike was almost shocked at the vindictive nature of it, it didn't feel like Twilight at all. That said... Starlight's words were beginning to return to him. Maybe she intended on this being some kind of treat after all? Maybe he wasn't meant to hate this, and she was just tricking him, and...

Oh, what was he thinking, he needed to get ready! Fluttershy would be here any second! Maybe he could quickly bash one out before she arrived, he'd came faster under pressure before. Or maybe he could find something around the room to prop on his lap, make this whole ordeal a little easier for him. There had to be a way, there just had to...

He was distracted from his panic by a distinctly light knock on the door. Two points to whoever could guess who that came from. Spike spun around, running to his throne and sitting down. Seriously, why did it have to be a damned throne? "Come in," he said with a scratchy voice, trying to ignore just how ridiculous he felt in the moment. Hopefully, this would be something easy to handle, and he wouldn't even be fazed by it. Hopefully, Fluttershy had chosen to come dressed up as a fucking tree or something.

The door opened, and in trotted the most white and red nurse outfit Spike had ever seen, to the point that it looked distinctly like dress up. Gods, they were hitting him in the weak spots already. A nurse? How could you not want to fuck that?!

Fluttershy's mane was tied up in a bun, almost reminiscent of Redheart's, a little pin keeping it in place, and she walked with a measured, slow gait, looking timid as usual. "Hey, Spike..." She gestured to her outfit with a hoof, giving it a little shake. "What do you think?"

"I, uhh, hmm..." Complete role reversal. Fluttershy was meant to be the one stammering and tripping over her words, not him. He tried to force himself to look anywhere but directly at her, at the way the tight outfit accentuated the curves of her body, but he couldn't help but stare. There she was, looking fucking radiant, stepping into the centre of the room, lips pushed out in a slight pout as she fiddled with one of the outfit's sleeves, a golden button popped around her neck, beneath which seemed to lay some kind of collar.

"So... you don't like it?" Fluttershy flounced her mane, turning in a slow circle to reveal the rest of her body, and Spike's eyes were instantly drawn to that yellow bubble of an ass. Of course, the outfit was way too short at the back, definitely something that wouldn't pass hospital regulations... but they weren't in a hospital, they were in the middle of an ultra slutty photo shoot, and Fluttershy had just turned back around, waiting on an answer.

And she was beginning to grow more hesitant with the more time that passed. Hell, if Spike didn't compliment her soon, he might shake her confidence. Spike took a deep breath, trying to relax. He tried to rationalise the whole situation to himself, remembered that Fluttershy was probably just as nervous as him, and finally managed to abate his coming nosebleed for long enough to force an encouraging, non-lecherous smile. "You look great, Fluttershy! Did Rarity pick this out for you, or?.."

"Hmm?" Fluttershy looked back at her outfit, the tight, revealing thing, then back at Spike, giving him a small smile. "No, I came to her with the idea, designed it myself. I... was going to go with something a little more nature orientated, but then I realised, what with almost being a vet myself, this was the closest thing... and it does make me feel a little cute." She finished in a small voice, almost squeaking the last word out.

Spike was sat in shock, though his cock seemed to know precisely what he thought of the current arrangement. Luckily, Fluttershy either hadn't noticed his emerging hard on or had chosen not to comment on it, which made Spike feel that little bit less timid about what was to come next. "So... have you practiced your poses?" He took the camera and began to fiddle with it, holding it near his crotch as if it might block the plainly obvious sight of his hard-on.

"Only every night for the last week," Fluttershy grinned, clearly pleased with herself. "It's been... odd, but also really enjoyable. It just feels like it's given me a sense of freedom in my own body, if that makes sense. When I worked for Photo Finish before, it was all about doing things her way. This time, I got to call the shots." As she continued to speak, she started to sound more assertive. To Spike, there was nothing sexier about Fluttershy than when she found her confidence, and that didn't bode well for him right then. "I picked a four photo spread, but if you want to cut it down to three after, that's fine too..."

Spike nodded, his head limp. He couldn't stop staring at her, she was made up so beautifully, and her body looked desperate to get out of that fantasy attire, but he could contain himself. He was still managing, he'd persist in doing so. "Right, says here that the first picture is..."

"I'm meant to be examining a patient," Fluttershy chirped, walking towards the wall. "Obviously, the green screen will make it look as if I am at the end, but for now..." Spike often forgot that Fluttershy knew plenty about modelling. He also almost died when she turned her back to him, bending forwards with her tail lifted and exposing a very thin pantyline between her legs, the skintight outline of what laid beneath on display.

Spike's hands were shaking as he clutched the camera, and after a moment, Fluttershy turned around. "Is everything okay, Spike?"

"Y-yeah, fine."

"Then why aren't you..." Fluttershy paused for a moment, trying to find the courage to explain what he wasn't doing.

"Oh! Oh, shit, yeah!" Spike started snapping shots the moment after it clicked in his head that he'd just been staring like a dumb idiot, and that anyone could do that. All of a sudden, the moment he was looking through the camera's lens, everything started to come back to him, and he began to remember why it was him that had been chosen to do this job. "Err, a little to the left..." Fluttershy did as she was asked, practiced, efficient. "Spread your wings out a little... no, not all the way, just enough that they're in frame."

When she did so, the fabric of her underwear stretched tighter against her, if that was possible, and Spike tried his hardest to ignore the fear of bursting a blood vessel as he finally took the photo. "Alright, that's it. Got a few really good ones there. One down, three to go, right?"

"Yup!" Fluttershy bounced up with enthusiasm, seemingly not at all bothered by the poorly dressed up pantyshot that Spike had just taken of her. "Now for the one where I'm administering a dose of medicine..." Fluttershy unbuttoned her outfit twice, exposing her fluffy chest before pulling out a plastic spoon. She angled it away from the camera so it wasn't apparent that it was empty, and faced the camera directly with her eyes half-lidded and a caring smile on her face as she held the spoon up. Of course, panning out from her expression would only draw the viewer's eyes to her exposed chest, her sleek forelegs...

Snap! Spike took the photo, his breath a little laboured at this point. Who knew such a large room could get this hot this fast, huh? If he had a collar, he'd be tugging at it like there was no tomorrow...

Fluttershy had a collar though. When he peered at it, he saw that it read 'best vet'. How did she manage to so effectively pull cute and sexy off at the same time? Spike pulled the camera back, peering at the list. "Says here that the next one has you laying down."

"The last two do, actually," Fluttershy replied. "Even vets get sleepy." Fluttershy pulled the rest of the buttons down, completely undoing the nurse outfit and slipping it out of her forearms before laying forwards, facing away from the camera, legs slightly spread and almost everything on show. The only thing that Spike couldn't see was what laid beneath the little panties. He could feel himself sweating as he took the third set of pictures, and though he wanted to ask her to move a little closer into frame for quality's sake, he found he was finding it difficult to even breathe, let alone speak.

"Alright, think we got that one," Spike managed, his cock standing tall and completely erect. It was so obvious now, and Fluttershy didn't bother to hide her staring, looking straight at the big thing as she crawled her way around until she was facing him, laying on her back this time.

And then Fluttershy did something that Spike hadn't been expecting, something he could scarcely manage to ignore. She pulled the outfit off completely so that she laid on top of it, and with her forehooves, she began to pull her panties to the side, exposing her wet, puffy and pink pussy for the camera and Spike alike to delight in. "Nurses get bored too..." she said with a slight blush, beginning to slowly move her hoof around her clit. "Tell me when I've got the best angle, okay, Spike?"

"I..." Spike couldn't believe it. He was watching Fluttershy play with her pussy for him, on camera. She was massaging her way around her folds and her clit, dainty hoof lightly dipping and returning to the top. Stop thinking, take photos, damn it. Snap, snap, snap! went the camera, and with each press of the button, Spike's belly roared in appreciation, billowing heat rising inside him and emanating from the pre on his tip, which he was surprised wasn't visibly steaming.

Fluttershy looked at him innocent and doe eyed as he continued to take photos, never shying away or attempting to cover herself. She appeared to get more into it as the session went on, to the point that Spike began to wonder if she was putting it on anymore, or was genuinely masturbating in front of him. After about ten photos had been taken, Spike put the camera down, a pant in his voice as he signalled for Fluttershy to stop. "I... I think we've got enough, now."

"But don't you want to join in, Spike?" she asked in such a caring manner, her teeth against her bottom lip as she continued to rub at herself in small concentric circles. "I know it's been hard for you watching... you look so pent up, I can see how hard you are from here. J-just give it a little stroke, for me?"

Spike couldn't resist even if he had really wanted to. This... this was what he'd been pulled in here for, wasn't it? Not just the pictures, but to play with each of his friends the way he had with Twilight. He grasped his cock in one hand, beginning to move to Fluttershy's rhythm, and it was instantly apparent that the previous edging was still affecting him. He wouldn't be able to keep himself contained for long. "Fluttershy... I don't know if I can—"

"Don't worry, I just want to loosen you up a little. I'll get some real time with you later..." She scooted forwards a bit, using both hooves to stretch out her folds, really show off her tight hole. "Just focus on cumming for now, Spike, okay?"

She didn't have to tell him twice. He began to stroke himself faster, the relentless teasing of the last day drawing to a head as images of every experience he'd forced himself to deny flashed in his head, all culminating in the body of one of his best friends in a nurse outfit, laid out on the floor, masturbating in a show just for him.

With a pull of her hoof, she released the bun from her hair, allowing it to fall messily about her withers as she began to moan in a soft, low voice. It was almost angelic, the sound of her, and if Spike had needed anything else to set him off, the sound of Fluttershy's coos mixed with the wet shlick of her hoof were enough to force him to bring both hands into play, to furiously jerk over her as he imagined pounding her insides, spraying his seed inside of her...

A perfect little model with a perfect body ready to be used and abused... He could barely stop himself, he knew he was close, he could feel the urge to finish rising inside of him with each passing moment, ready to capsize, to push him past his boundaries...

"Are you going to cum for me, Spike?" Fluttershy asked, and the dulcet tone of her demure, inquisitive voice was like the softest, sweetest honey. "Are you going to milk that big dragon cock for me, and explode all over my sexy little outfit?" She leaned forwards, licking around her lips. "You know you want to, Spike. You want to give me that big, hot load, shoot it all over my skin and mark me as yours..."

Spike was about to cum, he couldn't handle it anymore, but what Fluttershy was saying... "F-Fluttershy, my cum is hot, it'll burn your skin, it—"

"Well, maybe I like the pain?" she answered with a soft moan and a bat of her eyelids, and like that, Spike resolved to do what he probably shouldn't have. He released the first spurt over her body, and heard a moan mixed with the sound of air being sucked in through Fluttershy's teeth as the seed hit her stomach and chest. He stood over her, enveloped in sensation, watching as she took it all, continuing to relentlessly play with her body, the feeling for her likely akin to having hot candle wax dripped over her.

She didn't let him waste a single drop, and as soon as he looked to be almost finished, she reached up, sitting on her haunches and wrapping her tongue around his cock, suckling the last remnants of his load from his tip and dutifully swallowing it all. She showed him her mouth when he was finished, open and clear of any remnants, and while Spike couldn't tell if she'd managed to cum herself or not, she appeared to be totally and utterly satisfied. She was covered with his seed still, which was rapidly cooling against her fur, and her tail was matted at the dock with her own juices.

After taking a few moments to catch her breath, she stood, wiping a little sweat from her forehead and grabbing her nurse's outfit in her teeth, placing it over her back with a little effort. "And that was just January, Spike," she winked, passing him and brushing her coat against his side as she walked towards the door, a little clumsily. "Just hope the next mare doesn't want to fuck. Think you've got the stamina for that?"

Spike stared slack-jawed as she continued to walk away, perfectly painted in his essence. "I... uhh... buh. That was amazing."

"Heheh, thank you," Fluttershy beamed, looking back to him one final time. "You just wait until I get to play with you properly... that was just a warm up. Have fun with the next mare! You deserve it..."

And with that, she left the room, leaving Spike with a blasted mind, an afterglow he'd only get to enjoy for a matter of minutes, and a healthy portion of cum spilled onto the floor.

Here was hoping the next mare would give him a break from heaven, he wasn't sure if he could handle that twelve times in a row.