Picture Perfect

The next day, Scootaloo arrived at the park right on time. Featherweight was already there, messing with his camera. “Hey, Featherweight! You ready to take some awesome pictures?”

“Oh, yeah,” he replied, licking his lips. “Today’s going to be the best day yet.”

“Cool!” She then stared at the colt, waiting for him to pull something out of his bag, but as moments passed, he just continued to adjust settings on his camera. “Uhh… do you have anything for me to wear today?”

“Not today.” Scootaloo’s jaw dropped. Surely she hadn’t been waiting all day just to not have a photo shoot, had she? “We’re going to be doing something similar to yesterday.”

“Oh…” She dropped eye contact and remembered how much she hated yesterday. “Wait… with no outfits?”

“Come with me.” The white pegasus colt then slid through some bushes to the vacant area that they were in the day before. He had to make sure they were in a place where nopony would be able to see them, because if anypony did see today’s fashion shoot, Featherweight would be in a lot of trouble.

Scootaloo nonetheless followed him, not quite sure what to expect. “So, how is this going to work?”

“Let’s start off where we finished yesterday. Bend over and show off some of your feminine beauty.”

Scootaloo cringed at Featherweight’s creepy request, but, without argument, she complied. Quietly, she repeated over and over to herself, “For the dresses. For the dresses.” She then heard the sound of a click and a photo being released from Featherweight’s camera, which she took as permission to get back up.

“Mmmmm. Now, for the next one, I want you to just lie down on your back.” The filly knew that there would be more to it than that, but she did as she was told. “Now, spread your legs.” She had a feeling that she’d hear that next, but what she didn’t expect was—“Now spread your pussy.”

The orange filly’s eyes went wide, hoping that this was some kind of joke, but as she looked at Featherweight’s serious expression, she knew what she had to do. Silently repeating “for the dresses” in her mind, she placed her hooves against her lower lips and spread them for the camera. Luckily, Featherweight wasn’t aiming the camera at her face, which was cringing as if she were in pain.

With a flash, a photo popped out, which Featherweight yanked out the first moment he could. Upon examining the new photo, Scootaloo began to notice Featherweight’s member slowly growing stiff. She knew about erections and what they meant, but she had never seen one before. She also had no idea what it meant would happen.

Licking his lips again, he said, “Now I’m going to join you for the next few.”

“You are? H-how?”

“You know what ponies really want to see?” Scootaloo, frozen in fear, did not respond. Featherweight stood up on his hind legs. “How bad do you want to be a model?”

Scootaloo gulped. “Really bad.”

“For this next picture I want you to suck my dick.” Any dignity that Scootaloo had left was now dead and buried. At this point, she just knew how far she had come, and surely it couldn’t get any more degrading than this.

The orange filly casually walked over to the white pegasus and put her mouth on top of his penis, which gradually grew in her mouth. “Mmmm,” he cooed. “Just like that. Now look up for me.” Featherweight then brought the camera to his face and flashed a picture of Scootaloo’s head bobbing back and forth on Featherweight’s cock. “Ohhhh yeah. Keep going.”

At this point, Scootaloo closed her eyes, but her expression had changed from fear into no emotion at all. If anything, it just looked more like she was in as much of the moment as Featherweight was. Her mouth slid up and down the length of his member, which continued to grow larger and stiffer between Scootaloo’s lips.

Featherweight flashed another picture of the orange filly. “Oh that’s good. OK, now get on your back again.” Scootaloo complied, not exactly sure where this was going until she saw Featherweight lean over her. “This might hurt a little, but just for a second.”

As Featherweight focused his member over Scootaloo’s vagina, the young filly closed her eyes and chanted over and over again, “For the dresses. For the dresses. For the dresses.”

Then, in one quick instant, Scootaloo’s virginity was gone.

Featherweight was now pumping his hips into the orange pegasus. Scootaloo was letting out breaths of pain, but to Featherweight they just sounded like gasps of pleasure. Leaning back, he angled the camera down and took a picture of him penetrating the filly. His penis was now going deeper and deeper inside Scootaloo, whose naturally tight walls contracted against him. As her walls squeezed his cock, vaginal fluid surrounded the sides of his member, which just made it easier for him to slide in and out.

After his entire penis was covered in Scootaloo’s feminine juices, Featherweight pulled his cock out and got his camera ready. “OK, now spread your pussy again. I wanna see how wet you are.” Scootaloo opened her eyes to see Featherweight’s sly, bucktoothed grin as he took pictures of her missing innocence. “Good. Good. Now, flip around for me. Just like the first one.”

Scootaloo complied, flipping over, raising her hind legs and lifting her tail into the air. Featherweight then grabbed her by the flank and slowly moved his way back into the filly’s orifice, continuing to take pictures. “If you want, you can help me out a little,” he said. “You know, bounce your plot against me.”

Again, the orange filly didn’t argue, helping the perverted pegasus as he went deeper inside her. His testicles slammed against Scootaloo’s lady lips, hitting her clitoris. Featherweight’s humping picked up in speed, driving his pelvis harder and harder against Scootaloo, nearly knocking her off balance.

Featherweight was now thrusting against her as quickly and as violently as he could go. “I’m gonna…” he started, but his hormones were keeping him from being able to think of the words to finish his sentence. Scootaloo suddenly started feeling a throbbing sensation inside her and she knew exactly what was going to happen next.

The white pegasus’s sperm flowed inside her like stringed bullets. His penis throbbed in pulses of his slimy seed, starting powerful and gradually getting less intense. Once all of his cum was inside Scootaloo, he pulled out his penis and got his camera ready.

“Now spread your vagina as wide as it can go. I wanna see how much of my cum I got inside you.” The orange pegasus then grabbed each side of her labia and stretched them for the photographer. His white sperm began to ooze out in long strings. She wanted to make sure that he got the best angle he could get… just so this could all be over.

Once Featherweight was all out of film, he collected all the pictures that he had and put them in his bag. Scootaloo, however, just stood there motionless with her plot still displayed in the air for the world to see.

“Well, I’m gonna go work on these photos,” the white pegasus said. He received no response. “I’ll uh… I’ll see you later.”

Once she heard the colt finally leave, she wobbled her hind legs back down to the ground. Being the tough, strong filly that Rainbow Dash had helped her become, she managed to lay there without crying. Unfortunately, though, she felt violated, and the last thing she could think about was getting up. For over an hour, she remained on the ground, completely motionless other than her vagina contracting, trying to get whatever semen out she could.

“It’s for the dresses, Scootaloo,” she said to herself quietly. “When the talent agency sees your pictures, they’ll see how good you are, and you’ll never have to do any of this again.” Then, she realized that she hadn’t seen a single photograph other than the one on her mirror. He had to have at least one picture done by now, and finally getting the motivation to stand up, she began her walk to Featherweight’s house.

Knock, Knock!

A mare creaked open the door to see a timid orange pegasus standing at her doorstep. “Hello?” Scootaloo said nervously. “I-I was just wondering if Featherweight has finished up any of those pictures.”

“Pictures?” the mare replied quizzically. “I don’t know anything about any pictures, but you’re welcome to come in and see him if you’d like.” She then led Scootaloo into her home and pointed to a door upstairs. “He should be in his room up there.”

“Thanks!” she said before making her way up the stairs. With each new step, her heart began to pump more and more. Hopefully she was about to see some of these pictures in their perfect form. She would be able to see how beautiful she was or wasn’t. Part of her wanted to turn back, just in case she’d find out that not even going back to fix them would be able to fix her if she wasn’t pretty enough, but then she thought about that picture on her mirror and had to find out now.

Scootaloo then creaked the door open into Featherweight’s room. “H-hello? Featherweight?”

Featherweight was sitting on the floor with a book in front of him. He didn’t seem to notice that Scootaloo had walked in. As soon as Scootaloo walked closer, she began to see what kind of book Featherweight had along with the sound of a loud clop, clop, clop.

The orange filly gasped, bringing her hooves to her mouth. Featherweight, completely caught off guard, turned his head quickly, dropping the book in front of him. It was a photo album of all the scandalous pictures that he had taken of Scootaloo, and she had just walked in on him masturbating to them.

“F-Featherweight? What are… Are those… HOW COULD YOU?!”

“Listen, Scootaloo,” he said, getting up frantically. “I can explain!”

“Explain WHAT?! You mean that this whole time I thought you’d be sending these pictures to a talent agency when the whole time you’ve been LYING to me and using them to MASTURBATE TO?!”

“Scootaloo, I—”

“You know, Featherweight, all I wanted was too feel beautiful. THAT’S ALL I EVER WANTED! But now do you know how I feel?” Featherweight had no idea how to answer. “I feel used up, dirty and ugly! Is that REALLY all you wanted from me? Did you even THINK I could be a model if I tried?! Maybe for YOUR sick photo shoots, but I was stupid to think I’d ever be beautiful enough to ever get the attention of a REAL agency!”

Then, as quickly as she appeared, she was gone. She sprinted out of Featherweight’s house as quickly as she could and ran back to her house, crying the whole way. Once she got up to her room, she threw herself onto her bed and sobbed. She felt the pain that no little girl should ever have to go through. Not only were her dreams crushed like her mom had warned, but she had to be violated sexually just to figure it out.

Looking up, she saw the picture that Featherweight had taken of her on that first day. She wasn’t making any immodest poses. She wasn’t wearing anything inappropriate. It was just a sweet little girl in a beautiful dress smiling at a camera. It was exactly what she wanted all of her pictures to look like, but that obviously was never going to happen.

In a fit of rage, Scootaloo opened her window and threw the picture out. “Get out of my house, and never come back!” she yelled at the picture. Then, as the whole world crumbled beneath her, she fell back onto the floor and cried. Luckily, after a few hours of sobbing, she managed to cry herself into a peaceful slumber.