Futa Shot Glasses

"Never fear, I have been hard at work creating just the thing you’ll need!"

If there was one thing Twilight Sparkle never liked to hear from Rarity it was that particular tone. The one that spoke of an all-consuming excitement that would result in half a day’s study—or more—being lost to modelling new creations. It was not the tone that gripped her attention, however.

“Wait, Rarity, what do you mean what I’ll need?” Curiosity won out and Twilight followed after her friend, peering about mannequins and bolts of fabric to see the mare shuffling through racks of clothes. “I haven’t even told you why I’m here yet!”

Rarity continued rifling through the clothes, tossing dresses and skirts hither and thither, animatedly talking up a storm which was lost in the way the fabrics muffled her voice. Finally, a white hand poked out from the lot, brandishing a pair of black shorts and was quickly followed after by the rest of the mare, smiling triumphantly as she carried a dark blue tank top.

“Never let it be said that there can’t be elegance in simplicity, I do think I’ve managed to make even this look good.”

She was standing there, holding them out expectantly and Twilight shrunk back into her sweater. Even she knew to recognise spandex when she saw it, knew how tightly that stuff gripped the body and bore every inch that lay under it as clearly as if it weren’t there. Rainbow Dash did say she’d have to leave the loose clothes behind and adopt something more ’aerodynamic’ but this was cutting things a little too fine for her liking.

“Rarity, I really appreciate the effort you must have gone through to make these-“

Twilight instantly found herself cut off by an arm around her shoulders, Rarity smiling her proud smile

“Oh think nothing of it, my dear! When Rainbow Dash came to me and said you needed something for your new exercise regime I knew that nothing but the best would do.” The hands descended to her hips, making Twilight jump lightly. “Not that you need to exert yourself so, you have such a beautiful figure I daresay there isn’t a one who’d say a word against it.”

Did she still have those trackpants from that failed attempt at the hundred metre dash from her days at the Academy? Twilight silently prayed she did, taking the clothes from Rarity with the best smile she could summon.

“Actually we’ll be mostly flying, Rainbow’s been kind enough to give me some extra lessons so when she also offered to pace me I accepted. Besides, I think I can take some time off to enjoy summer in Whitetail Woods. It’d make a change from autumn.”

Glasses back on the bridge of her nose, Rarity nodded while following Twilight back out of the workshop.

“Mmm, regular exercise is just as good for the mind as burying yourself in books, Twilight. Why I may just join you on one of these excursions! Once I can find some protection from the leaves and dust and frightful insects…”

The last time Twilight had caught sight of Rarity ’roughing it’ had been a camping trip, accompanying her younger sister. Even then, the mare had gone off in something that looked more at home in the high street of Manehatten. That short little cream skirt that would give even a casual observer the most perfect view of her most perfect little rump when bent over… That thought was quickly shoved aside; it was one thing to properly pad her jeans, quite another to hope it would hold out against any signs of arousal.

“Yes… well… Perhaps I’ll give it some more thought.” Twilight only rolled her eyes with a good-natured smile and bade her farewell to Rarity, stepping out the Boutique. “Be sure not to overdo it and don’t be afraid to have your tired muscles massaged! I’d love the two of you to accompany me to the spa,” the mare called after.

Just what Twilight needed, of course, another distraction. Was it really? Rarity naturally had only her best interests at heart, it wasn’t like she was trying to take every waking moment of her attention away. The idea of a good rubdown after exercise certainly sounded like a good idea and from what she’d read it did fit with helping muscles to be kept supple. On the other hand, the idea of baring herself so fully to some of the biggest gossips in the town wasn’t something to rush into. Maybe Rainbow Dash, being the sporting type would be interested- No. No, she wouldn’t let her thoughts turn that way again.

Close to home, Twilight ran through her short mental check-list, recalling that Spike was still off camping with some of the fillies from the local school. He’d been spending quite some time with those three lately, much to Twilight’s pleasure – it was good he was mixing with kids his age but doubly so when it meant more free time alone.

Not that he was a bother – her hand froze on the knob of the library’s door as she considered that. It wasn’t really that he was a burden but everypony needed time to themselves sometimes. The justification still didn’t entirely ameliorate her guilt and Twilight silently resolved to plan something fun for the two of them. For the moment, however, there was something fun of her own with Rainbow Dash to prepare for.

It’d been the better part of twenty minutes and Twilight couldn’t bring herself to do more than stare at the shorts. That was, every time, quickly followed by a glance down between her legs – to the sheath that bulged out through her underwear. Jeans, trousers and even skirts and dresses were easy enough to find ways to conceal it but these shorts? As tight as they looked? May as well go running through the woods naked.

“Oh, Rarity,” she groaned, finally taking up the shorts and passing them over her hands.

The fabric was smooth and soft, with enough give that they should slip on with too much trouble. Matt black so at least there was no sheen to attract attention. Oh no, that would all be done by the bulge which would only grow the longer she trailed behind Rainbow until she’d be running along with it flopping about between her legs! Oh and of course she couldn’t even wear her underwear! Rainbow had been good enough to point out that the fabrics rubbing together would be too hot to cope with so unless she fancied jeans that were soaked in sweat she’d have to do without even that.

“Fine!” Hooking her thumbs into the waistband, Twilight yanked down the last vestiges of her modesty and stood looking herself over in her mirror. “What’s the point?”

It was a stupid thing to have agreed to in the first place but Rainbow had been so excited about the prospect about bringing another of her friends into the fold, of having someone to personally coach in flying and none other than Equestria’s newest Princess, to boot. What good was it trying to hold out against such infectious enthusiasm? Plus there was the prospect of getting all hot and sweaty with Rainbow which, no matter the specifics of its nature, sealed the deal.

“Maybe she won’t even notice,” Twilight mumbled, cupping her testicles and sheath in her hands. It was true enough that the mare could be pretty absent-minded herself, especially when it came to any kind of physical training.

At the least she could try on the shorts and see how bad it was. If luck favoured her then there might be something to work with, some spell that could hide the worst of it.

Landing back on her bed with a quiet thump, Twilight grumbled as she took the shorts up again. All that nervous energy was thrust into throwing herself back, hoisting her legs in the air and keeping her tail low. The mirror was just at the right vantage that a quick look around her legs revealed she was indeed bared – two fat balls rested above a thin slit. Maybe if she played her cards right she could invite Rainbow in to shower after their training and find herself in this position again…

The pink head of her cock poking out of its sheath made Twilight immediately cut off that line of thinking; no sense in making getting into the shorts any harder than it had to be.

Feeling a little calmer, one leg was threaded into them and then the other, which lasted for all of a brief few seconds before it halted.

“Oh c’mon! I’m not that fat!” Sure enough, upon turning to one side and checking in the mirror, she was no more rotund than the average pony. Maybe even a little less! A life of study may not have leant itself to an athletic figure but neither did she indulge as Pinkie did.

Wiggling from side to side, Twilight tugged at the shorts, grunting with the effort. They inched along slowly, one leg and then the other; the bands of elastic around the waist hugged her thighs tightly and the mare huffed loudly, though Twilight quickly began to realise it was as much from the smooth fabric passing over her coat as the exertion.

It was smooth, yes incredibly so but had just enough texture to give the tiniest measure of sensation. Sensation that crept up her body as the shorts were pulled up. And up, Twilight falling back onto her bed as her balance was lost in a mixed haze of frustration and something approaching arousal. Wiggling had given way to thrusting, twisting this way and that as she pulled the shorts on. The fabric touched upon her balls before it was fully up and from there the pressure upon them only grew.

Halted in her tracks momentarily, Twilight had to pause and let the shivers pass as the shorts came up against her sheath. The smooth tightness was perfect, the same kind she expected from a certain blue mare…

“Oh buck it!”

There was no fighting it any more, just looking at the material clinging to her legs made her thoughts turn to Rainbow Dash sporting similar clothing. Tail flicking from side to side, giving brief but oh so tantalising glimpses of that gorgeously sculpted rump. Rather than needing a hand to do the work, the shorts continued to press down on Twilight’s swelling sheath as she pulled on them, gasping as they finally slipped up the last few inches and she was left there panting.

Just as she would be after their run and flight, worked up to exhaustion with naught to do but enjoy a nice shower. Alone. With no one to interrupt or bother her.

Before she knew it, her fingers were tracing the bulging outline of her sheath in her shorts, slipping down to cup on her her balls as another hand trailed fingers on what could only have been the head of her cock. It pressed insistently against the waistband that clung to her but there was no give, not yet at least and Twilight was content to simply stroke herself through it, letting the fabric enhance and entice her into pushing further.

“B-Buck,” she whispered excitedly, squirming about on the quilt as one hand was raised, better put to use running circles on one stiff little nipple.

Hand stroking, she could only buck her hips in consternation as her erection threatened to push free from its spandex confines. The thought of Rainbow Dash’s hand upon it did the trick, her member popping out with a long, thick trail of precum leaking from it. It was as well Spike was still away, unable to hear the heavy, throaty groan Twilight let out as her legs flopped against the bed and she lay there, unmoving.

Whimpering against what she knew was anything but her better judgement, one hand sneakily snaked down to stroke from the flared head of her cock, drawing another spurt of pre, along the throbbing, aching shaft and on to the spandex. It was wonderful, so tightly squeezing down on what little of her cock was still within it. Another hand joined the first, pushing lower to rub and squeeze at her balls, making the mare quiver.

It was useless. If she was going to go out now she’d have to get herself off first. At the least, she didn’t have her top on yet and angling just right would mean it might land on the quilt which could be cleaned up later…

The last thought in Twilight’s head before becoming lost to pleasure was of Rainbow Dash, sprinting ahead of her in shorts just as tight as her own.