It's a Trap!

by The Guy on Your Right

Rating: mature
Tags: Random
Length: 4870

A shameless M/M clop I had decided to write, after opening up to my inner bisexuality, and also because we are lacking clop that is based on Golden Brisk, an androgynous stallion.

Being an expert photographer has its benefits: you get payed, just for taking photos; the only equipment you would need is a camera; and, you sometimes get hired for some private photoshoot session with one of the most popular models in Equestria.

Oh sweet Goddesses, a private photoshoot session with one of the most famous models in Equestria, Golden Brisk! I heard that she's a real knocker. I hope I could get lucky with her, and get something extra in return.

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[size=24]Warning!!![/size]
This story contains shameless M/M clop.

Credit to FamilyWing for the amazing art, and to RoboKitty for editing this story. Also, credit to Machibex for pre-reading the first chapter, and filling my head with tons of downright weird ideas for the bonus chapter I was thinking of writing.

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2013-09-03 13:40:02 UTC

The First Chapter

It's a Trap!: The First Chapter(A supposed one-shot story about love, lust, taboos, and male on male fornication... but mostly focused on fornication.)(Again, I repeat myself: this is your last chance; turn back now while you still can, 'cause brain bleaches are expensive nowadays.)

Finally! Today was my first take on the job as a photographer. I need to be at my best if I want to continue this career... even though it really wasn't my passion, but more of a hobby. A hobby of trying out different professions... and also because I can't find a permanent job. I did one time, but being a bank teller wasn't as fun as I thought it would be.

Anyways, I couldn't help but feel nervous. I mean, I'm gambling with one of the most known photographer in Equestria, Photo Finish; the last thing I need to do was to disappoint her, to let her know that I'm not as good as she thought I was.

Wanting to get the butterflies out of my stomach, I glanced out of the window beside me. The view was magnificent... but made me slightly sick, because I'm a stallion who do not mix well with height. But still, who could deny such view? You can see a huge field of green, below the towering mountain as the train snaked steadily upwards; far away from where we're at, a small yet popular town known as "Ponyville" could be seen; the town where the famous element bearers, and Princess Twilight, reside; surrounding the town is a thick forest, the Everfree, filled with things that you wouldn't want to encounter; farther from that, there's a farm, filled with rocks that gave me goose bumps, just like the forest di--

*HONK!*

The loud noise broke my attention from the view. Pulling my head back inside, I saw the conductor, standing in front of the caboose.

"Next stop, Canterlot! Gather your belongings and Saddlebags now!" he informed, before exiting through the door behind him. Well, that made me jump. The train I'm riding is nearing Canterlot; a city said to be filled with elites, and elites only... and I'm not up to the city standards!

Well, I was only gonna be here for a few days or so long, so what the heck?

Turning to my saddlebags, I opened them up, looking over my camera set, pouches full of bits, and some neckties, and a collar that matched my black mane, in case I need to make myself look formal. After making sure that all my belongings were in place, I closed the baggage again, and then waited for the train to make its stop in Canterlot.

The city was even more alluring once you got to see it up-close. Clean street; buildings that were painted radiant colors; flags and banners here and there; electric-powered lights on the sidewalk. It's like the opposite of where I grew up, ex the last thing I said. Well... not that I wish I grew up in this place instead, but the ponies who were littering the should-have-been-beautiful streets of Manehattan had destroyed it for me. At least, the bright lights at late hours made it up for me.

After asking several ponies where the so-called "Cloud 9 Hotel" can be found, a decent looking stallion -- if you have been exposed to ponies who look like walking ornaments, longer than you should, you'll get what I mean -- pointed out the direction for me, unlike what most ponies did.

Heading towards the hostel, I noticed that it isn't as grand as what most resorts in this place look like, but I'm not one to complain about the details, as long as they're the one paying the rent for me. A sign above the five-storey building itself, that read, "Cloud 9 Hotel"; its walls were painted a light blue, patterned by purple and white; the windows were nice and polished, and looked well-kept. In short, the place looked simple, and yet pleasing to the eyes.

Entering through the glass door, a stallion in a suit greeted me, catching me off guard.

"Uh... the room owned by Photo Fi--" I didn't get to finish my sentence as he suddenly yanked my saddle bag from me. "Hey, hey! What do you think you're doing to my bags!?" I tried to keep him from rummaging through my stuff, and yet, to no avail; he's like a dense tree. "Are you even listening!?" No, he wasn't.

He continued to look through my stuff, maintaining his stoic expression while doing so. After a few seconds, he got what he was looking for: a letter with a camera stamp on it. He examined the paper, and then turned to me.

I suddenly froze in place. Few beads of sweat, trickled down from my head. I found it hard to swallow, as it feels like there was a large stone in my throat; of course, you would be like that when there's a large stallion, staring coldly at you through his sunglasses, as if you were a threat.

After what felt like a stare-off of eternity, he lowered down his eyewear, revealing his pair of blue eyes. "Do you have an appointment with Miss Photo Finish?" he asked, in a more deeper voice than what I'd imagined.

"Actually, yes... I'm the photographer Miss Finish hired." If the letter didn't made it too obvious for him.

"Very well," -- he returned me my saddle bag, which was now messed up, and disorganized -- "use the elevator. Her suite is at the top." I quickly followed his order, wanting to avoid being near him..

"Sheesh, it's not like I'm carrying an explosive or anything..." Pressing the desired floor, the elevator started moving up. "Okay, Pico, remember: keep calm, act cool, don't sweat, and most importantly, be at my best," I reassured myself as the lift came to its stop. Taking a long deep breath, letting it out with a loud sigh, I stepped out, prepared to find Photo's suite, only to be surprised that I was already standing in front of the only door on this level. "Wow, a whole floor, just for a single room..."

I cleared my throat for a moment, before knocking softly on the oak door. No respond. I gave it another knock, and it soon had been opened by one of the most famous photographers.

"Yesss? Who are you?" a mare with cyan coat, and silver mane asked in a thick accent.

Stunned by who's in front of me, it took me a few seconds to compose myself. "H-hi! My name is Pico; the photographer you hired!" I tried my best to sound cheerful, ending my introduction with a smile; a cracked smile. Hopefully, Photo Finish was too busy examining me below, rather than looking at me in the face.

"Are you sure you are a professional photographer? I need somepony who could match my skillsss, and fill in for me for two days; not just somepony who could say he's a photographer, just because he can hold a camera."

Well... travelling from Manehattan, to Canterlot was exhausting, so maybe keeping my little secret from her might be worth it. Besides, it's just taking photos. How hard could it be? "Don't fret, Miss Finish. I know my way around in expert photography." Let's just hope I sounded convincing as much as I thought I did.

"Very well! I entrust you with one of my most prized modelz." She gestured me to come inside.

Just a quick glance around the penthouse made me take back what I said about the hotel earlier; the inside of the suite was gorgeous! The first thing that caught my attention was the huge window, adorned by two silky velvet curtains that greeted me as soon as I took a step inside; on my left was the kitchen. complete with utensils and double-sized fridge, as well as various fruits, vegetables, ingredients, and much more; on my right side was -- as I'd guessed -- the living room. Though, its furnitures were moved to the side and replaced by stand lights, a blank photoshoot backdrop, and some various props and clothing to complete the set.

As I continued to admire the room, Photo Finish suddenly yelled, "Golden, where are you!?" a door beside the kitchen opened, revealing a mare with a gold coat, and a bit darker shade on her short, and shaggy mane that looked almost like mine; though it looked good on her, and I couldn't help but feel a slight attraction towards her... of course, she's a model, and no doubt supposed to be beautiful. I even recall seeing her in some covers of fashion magazines that I randomly encounter in stores.

"S-sorry, Miss Finish. I-I was just reading a mail from Silvie," she stammered as she trotted towards us.

"Golden, meet Pico. He shall be my replacement for the next few days, while I'll be making my visit in Fillydelphia for as an honored guest."

"Wow, Pico, you look manly!" blurted Golden, taking me aback slightly. I mean, that was certainly an odd compliment from a mare, so suddenly.

"T-t-thanks... I guess..." I gave her a sheepish smile, still not sure how to take her words.

"Okay now, the rulez are simple: First! I don't want you hurting Golden Brisk; zhe's like a fragile flower... Second! Make sure you keep this place, spotless! Third! Make sure that the photos you'll be taking are top-class! Something that could match my..." she paused for a second or two, "magickz..." and I'd say it'd work, if being dramatic was her aim.

"You can count on me."

"Then I'll be off! The key of this suite is in Golden's possession." Photo Finish exited the room, carrying a suitcase that came from Celestia-knows-where.

I turned to Golden, who had been staring at me for the whole time. "So, you're the famous Golden Brisk?"

"You know me...?"

"Through some talks with the folks." I dropped my saddle bag in front of me, opening it and then bringing out my camera set. "Anyways, do you know how many pictures I need to take? The only info I got was where, when, and what." I mounted the equipment on my shoulder, and then gestured her towards the living room.

"We usually do three or so photos in each attire, just in case," she said.

"Okay then. So, is there anything in here that fits your fancy?"

"Not really... but I'd rather start with something simple." While she started rummaging the pile of clothes, I took the chance to adjust the lights, making sure that the lighting won't be too bright, nor too dim, pointing the heads of two different lamps towards the stage. With a flick of my hoof, I turned the lights on.

Huh... it looked better than expected. "So, Golden, did you find any-..." I trailed off as soon as I saw her. Her golden coat was gleaming in the spotlight, literally, especially her flank, which was raised higher than her upper body, showing of her Cutie Mark, which was a symbol of ♂ in a shape of a heart. "-thing...?" I finished. I had never seen such a coat before.

"I did, and it's not too extravagant either," she replied, as she ascended from the mountain of fabrics. "Though, it won't make me look any manlier..." a long sigh escaped her mouth, before heading towards the room where she came out earlier, with the clothing on her back.

I could see disappointment in her face, though I was too busy admiring her slim figure to even notice it, nor hear her complaining. She shut the door behind her, snapping me out of my trance. I shook my head, gathering back my train of thoughts.

"Did she know I was eyeing her?" I muttered. Removing the thought away from my mind, I just focused back on what I'm hired to do. I gazed at my camera, checking if it was damaged or anything from the earlier harassment. Thank the Goddesses, it's fine. Sometimes, guards just don't know what a permission is. The only problem now was that I forgot to put film inside it.

"Now, where did I drop my bag?" Looking around, I saw it on the floor, near the kitchen. I trotted towards it, picking it up within reach. "There... now for the fi--"

"Ugh...! Why do I have to wear this funny thing in every photoshoot session I have!?" Golden's voice went through the door, and then echoed through the whole room.

"Wow... mares and fashion... I'll never understand them." I let out a chuckle, before trying to place the film inside of the camera. Tough luck, because I dropped it. I trotted after it as it rolled on the ground until it hit the door to Golden's little dressing room. I let out a frustrated grunt, before catching up to the film. I tried to place it inside of the camera again, this time with concentration.

"Got it..." just when I was about to walk back to the set, I once again, heard Golden's voice. But this time, it was a bit more calmer, as if she was giving all of her focus on a single objective.

"Now, slip my legs in, slowly... Wiggle my rump, until the undergarment covers it..."

Well, that was enough to get me intrigued. I cautiously placed an ear on the door, making sure I won't make any noises while doing so.

"Ah...! I think I gained a few weight; this thing is becoming tighter and tighter each time I wear it. Now it feels like somepony is hugging my butt..."

Her words went straight up to my imagination, making me visualize her in my own fantasy, lying down on top of pillow on a bed, wearing a red lingerie accompanied by fishnets. Her emerald eyes staring innocently at me. She bit her lower lip, trying to keep her moans from escaping.

"Please... take me..." she would whisper. "Take me, and make me yours"

I would oblige to her request, joining her on the bed. We'll both inch closer and closer to each other, feeling one another's hot breath. We would pause for a moment, savoring each other's presence. Then, when we had finished our time, we would lock lips with a passionate, sloppy kiss. Then we would break from the kiss. And the--

"I'm ready!" Golden, the one who's not in my dream, suddenly yelled, making me trip over my hooves as I tried to hustle away from the door. I rushed back to the living room without looking back, almost slipping several times in the process. Just in time as I reached my place, she opened the door.

I took a deep breath, trying to slow down the beating of my heart. But what made it inevitable -- and worse -- was the boner I was sporting between my legs.

"Sorry about the wait. Miss Photo Finish told me to wear a little something, every time she needs me to model an outfit."

"N-n-no problem...!" I reassured her, still avoiding eye contact.

"Okay then, and uh... is there something wrong? You sound like you're nervous..."

"N-n-nervous...? O-oh no, not at all... what made you think so?"

"Your voice...?"

I cleared my throat for a moment, preparing to prove Golden that I'm not aggitated. "Voice...? That's just normal. Besides" -- I  glanced over my shoulder, bearing a sheepish smile -- "do I look like I'm..." I was stunned by the mare, standing in front of the door. If I found myself attracted to her before, now it felt like I was completely infatuated with her.

She wore a dress made out of sheer fabric that reached down to the ankles of her hind-legs; around her waist was a yellow belt that made her figure even more noticeable; her once-short mane now reached down on her shoulder, and it was tied up by a cute ribbon; on top of her head was a white sun hat, with a pink lace tied around it;

Did... did she just had mane extension? I thought to myself.

"Um... Pico, are you alright?" she asked.

I blinked a few times, trying to process what she had just said. "Uh... w-what were you asking again...?"

"Are you okay...?"

"Uh... yeah. Never felt better." I tried to look away from her, because she looked like she was starting to feel uncomfortable. "Anyways, I suggest we finish this one fast, so we can move onto the next outfit."

She followed my order, making her way to the set. Just like before, the bright light sparkled brilliantly on her coat. "Okay. Now what?"

"I-I want you to turn your back on me, and then sit on your haunches. Glance over your left shoulder, and stare at the camera. Good... now, place your left hoof near your muzzle, like you are trying to surpress a giggle. Oh, and um... don't forget to smile." contented with the pose, I adjusted my camera, and then took a picture. I gazed at the photo I took, and amazed by it; Golden looked even better in the picture. I guess being photogenic was one of her traits. "Okay, Golden, new pose."

After a long session of photo shooting, we decided to take a break.

"Why don't you slip off of those clothes and take a rest? We'll continue in about an hour," I informed her.

"I would love to. This outfit is much heavier than the last six I wore..." she replied, as she tried to loosen the collar of her apparel. This time, she wore a pink, flamboyant ball gown. The "cuffs" of the attire were hoof-embroidered; a tint of red topped her cheeks, giving her a blush; her mane was straight, except for the end, which was curled slightly; atop of her head was a cute, pink tiara.

"I'm gonna go change now." She headed towards her room, leaving me be.

I sat in the living room, proud of what we had already accomplished. Though there were still more outfits that needs modelling, I had though we could finish it, before the day ends. I gazed at my camera, looking at the photos I took; 28 photos, all in all.

"Let's just hope Photo Finish accepts these pictures," I muttered. I scanned through them, checking for anything wrong with it. Other than some minor blurs, the batch was pretty much okay. Though there were some photose I kept looking back at; specifically, the shots where you can see a glimpse of what's under her attire: a white undergarment. Not as kinky as I hoped for, but the costumes she wore had made up for it.

During photo taking, some part of me wanted to take advantage of her, make her do some lewd poses; another wants me to just walk towards her, and just make her mine already. It took me a lot of willpower to prevent doing so, and I'm glad I made it; I don't want to make this session awkward... too awkward for her. Though, my cock seemed a bit disappointed, since it stuck out of his sheath from the very beginning, and was begging for action; it'd been long since the last time I had one, anyways.

Well... I guess I needed to endure it for a little longer, since taking care of it myself was not an option.

I walked back towards my saddle bag that was still on the floor, because I was too lazy to even think of picking it up earlier. As I was about to take my bag, I heard Golden through the door, and she sounded like she was struggling with something.

"Are you okay in there, Golden!?" I yelled as I inched closer to the door.

"Grr... yeah! Just some... hngg... technical difficulties!" she replied through grunts and groans. But before I could head back to the living room, she called our my name, "Pico!... uh... I need help!"

I quickly barged in her room, ready to help her. I saw her standing bipedally; both of her forelegs were behind her neck; she stared at me with puppy eyes.

"My coat got stuck in the zipper..." she muttered. I removed my camera from my shoulders and hastily stepped up behind her, close to her neck. Inspecting the back zipper of her ball gown, I noticed a few strands of fur were pulled in between it.

"Okay... this might hurt a bit." I waited for her to give me a nod -- which she did -- before holding the zipper between my teeth. I froze for a moment, as her sweet scent had filled my nostril; like the relaxing aroma of jasmine flowers. I took a quick sniff, wanting to savor her overwhelming smell.

"Uh... Pico...?"

My ears perked up as I heard my name once again. It took me a few seconds to get back to myself, and notice what I was doing. "Oh! Er... uh... yush, yush, thish might hurt a bit." I started to pull back the zipper, trying to do it delicately. But, it just won't budge. I tried adding a little more force in it. It still won't budge. Getting frustrated with it, I asked for permission from Golden, to allow me to hold onto her shoulders for a moment, before doing so.

"Be careful, okay?"

I gave her a reassuring nod, before tugging it with all of my might. My hooves clenched her shoulders tightly, holding on to it as I tried to free her from the pesky lock.

"Hmm,.. it's starting to-- Ah! Hurt..."

I could see the zipper going down, so I ignored her for a moment, hoping that she could just bear with the pain a little longer. Just a little further... I gave it a one strong pull, but instead of getting the job done I only made it worse. At the very least, I got the zipper down, but my hooves slipped off of her shoulder, making me stumble backwards. I was fine with that much, but the problem was I dragged Golden along with me. The two of us stumbled backward onto the hard floor with a loud 'thud'.

"Ugh... well that didn't go as planned, right?" I joked as I sat up, letting out quiet chuckle. Though I immediately stopped as soon as I noticed my situation: Golden sat on my lap; her back turned on me; she was looking down at something... between her legs. I felt myself blushing, but set it aside for a moment to ask Golden if she's okay.

"Wow, Pico... you're so manly..."

I stared at her blankly for a moment, baffled by her response. "What?"

"I mean, look at how long your stallionhood is!"

I peeked over her shoulder, and saw my cock between her thighs, pulsing against her own crotch like a bomb, ticking to explode; pre-cum dripped from the tip, like it was begging for me to mount Golden, here and now. Nothing could much the shame that was building inside of me.

"Something's coming out of the head..." she took a few second to examine my prick before turning her head to look at me, which I quickly avoided because of sheer embarrassment. "How long have you've been hard? You should've just asked me earlier that you have a problem between your legs. It must've been hard to work with this thing in your way. No wonder you were crossing your hind-legs the whole time."

My jaw dropped at what she had just told to me. Was she lecturing me because I didn't ask her to help me with my personal problem? Confusion and regret started to fill me... but mostly regret, because I could've got it going on with her, the first time she went out of this room. But maybe she's still willing to do it. "S-s-sorry... I should've told you..." I muttered under my breath.

"O-oh w-w-wait! There's no need to apologize. I know how our needs can get out o-- hm!" she let out a squeak, as my muzzle met hers, silencing her and locking her in a kiss. I could feel her struggling a bit, fighting back the urges to kiss back. I wrapped my forelegs around her waist, keeping her in place as I waited for her to snap. I prodded her lower lip with my tongue, begging for her to give me entrance to her mouth. Though she didn't oblige, and only kept her lips shut even tighter.

I trailed my right hoof down on her belly, and then towards her leg, brushing it softly against her thigh. By instinct, Golden let out a muffled moan. Her maw was quivering with pleasure, giving me the chance to slip my flexible muscle through the small opening. Her eyes widened as she felt me exploring her mouth. She looked at me in the eyes, as if she was begging for me to stop. I couldn't, regardless of what she wanted; I had already went too far, and turning back would do nothing but make the situation worse. It's either I continue and let her warm up to me, or halt now and leave her with hatred towards me. Well... I knew what my choice was, and it had something to do with curing my blue balls.

I placed my right hoof on her cheek, caressing it gently to show her that I'm not planning on hurting her. I pulled away from the kiss, retracting my tongue, back inside of my mouth.

"Please... Pico... I-- hmm...!"

Though, it was a bit hard, but I managed to lift her off of my lap, and turned her around to face me; the clothes she was wearing were heavier than I thought. I gave her a confident smile, before planting kisses on her neck, leaving my own marks on them.

"Please... listen to me... there's something you need to know..." said Golden, between her sobs, sniffs, and moans. I dismissed her words, and then started to unbutton her dress. "Pico! It's better that you listen to me before doing this!"

I dragged the top of her attire down, showing of her bare chest and shoulder. I continued to undress her, moving onto her skirt. It was easy to remove; a quick pull was enough, leaving her undergarment the only thing left. As my hooves inched closer to it, they were stopped by Golden's.

"I told you to listen to me for a moment!" she snapped at me, but soon calmed down. "I know this maybe shocking but... I'm actually a colt..." she avoided my eyes, looking elsewhere.

'Maybe' wasn't exactly the right word in her sentence. Maybe replace it with an 'is', to be more accurate. I absentmindedly continued to remove her panties, and saw that she was indeed a 'he'! Her-- HIS pecker was out of his sheate, fully erect. Though, it was no wonder why I didn't notice the bulge in the first place; he wasn't a well-endowed stallion, barely even reaching the length of an average cock. Heck more like a colt's size.

I looked at him, still avoiding my eyes. His eyes were closed, with tears streaming down. Even though I was too shocked to make a move, I managed to do so, placing a hoof on his cheek to make him face me.

"What's with tears...?" I said to him softly, wiping the tears with my own hooves,

"It's just that... most ponies mistake me for a mare... and I hate it when it happens. I want to become manly... to be just like my father... to avoid this kinds of situations... be-because when things like this happens, and once they find out I am a colt, they'll say that I'm gay..." he covered his face with his hooves, crying loudly as he did.

Well... being a kind-hearted gentlecolt I am -- okay, not really -- I moved his hooves away from his face, and then gave him a deep kiss. This time, he stopped resisting, and even kissed back. He parted his mouth a bit, asking me to continue where we'd left off. I slipped my tongue inside of his, elicitng a moan from him. I brushed my wet muscle around his oral cavity: on and behind his teeth, his gums, and on his own tongue too. His tasting tool felt like it was dancing with mine in a slow music; they wrestled with each other; topping one another; and exchanging fluids.

After what seemed like eternity, we both broke from the kiss, creating a small trail of saliva that connected my muzzle with his. We both panted heavily, looking into each other's eyes with burning passion. But soon, he started to look worried, and his mouth looked like it was about to form a sentence.

I quickly placed a hoof on it, interrupting what he was about to say; actually, I already know what he was about to say, and it'd be better if I counter it, before he can utter it. "Don't worry..." I whispered, "it's not being gay. It's called being bisexual..."