Apodysophilia

Fluttershy had gotten more daring. Her excursions edged earlier and earlier into the night. Then the night became evening. On her most recent trip to the empty streets, the sun hadn't quite set yet, and a few people still wandered the main streets. She had rushed herself a bit just to be on the safe side. The alleyways wouldn't really work, not if she wanted to keep pushing the envelope earlier and earlier into the day. They were just too busy. The off-chance of being discovered gave her a thrill, but going that route in the middle of the day would be social suicide.

Yet, she couldn't put it off. Just the idea of going out and exposing herself during the day made her giddy and just a little bit hard. She needed a plan, and she had come up with one. She'd go to the market. Not the midday market, where seemingly the entire town packed into main street, but the afternoon market. There were still plenty of people around, but not too many. She couldn't get too bold. Baby steps. Go too fast and get caught. And more importantly, in the afternoon there would be a stall available.

Specifically, the Apple Family Stall would be open. It was common knowledge that the Apples closed up a shop a bit earlier than most so that they could get home to eat dinner together. If Fluttershy's timing was right, the stall would be empty, and the chances of anyone sneaking up on her would be minuscule. None of the Apples were in the habit of leaving the dinner table once they began eating. Not many worries about intruders either; nobody would break into that stall unless they wanted to risk the wrath of Big Macintosh. And the Apples didn't keep anything of value there anyway. Once they had vacated for the day, all the stall would be good for was privacy. But not too much privacy. There was no lock, after all. There wasn't really even a door.

Her knuckles were white as she gripped the handle of her basket, holding it over her crotch. She could feel her cock starting to harden. But it wasn't time for that yet. She had fit all the pieces together oh so carefully. It was all timed out. By the time she reached the stall, the Apple Family would've headed home for the day. She had, of course, discussed the matter with Applejack. Not the fact that she would be using the empty stall as a masturbatory aid, of course. That would just be too awkward, and it was doubtful that Applejack would be okay with it. Fluttershy still felt a bit bad about that, but she couldn't think of any other option. No, she had let Applejack know that her shopping trip would be delayed by an hour or two, and she wouldn't be able to pick up her apples. Would it be too much of a hassle if she paid now, and Applejack left a bushel of apples in the stall where Fluttershy could pick it up? Of course not. Applejack had readily agreed, and even given her a discount.

The whole setup had eased her nerves a bit. It gave her an explanation if anybody saw her go into the stall. It wouldn't explain why she was naked inside the stall and sporting a large boner, but if she got caught in that situation, there was no talking her way out of it. The street was still bustling, if a bit less than it was at the height of the rush. She tried to blend in. If she stuck out in the crowd even the slightest bit, someone might notice her, and the last thing she wanted was to be noticed. Fortunately, nobody seemed to give her a second glance. All the faces that passed by were more or less unfamiliar. She could only assume that she was equally unfamiliar to them.

Fluttershy approached the stall. As expected, a series of heavy tarps had been unrolled over the sides and over the counter to protect the interior from unexpected weather, turning it into something of a tent. She waited until no one was looking and slipped between the side flaps. Sure enough, a bushel of apples sat in a basket beneath the counter. But that was the last thing on her mind. She was too busy taking stock of her surroundings.

The only way into the stall was through the open flap in the tarp at the side of the stall. There were a few cloth strips lining the opening. Her fingers were tingly as she tried to tie them shut. There would still be some small gaps, but it was dark. Nobody would be able to see her looking in from the outside anyway. Probably. Her hands shook as she finished tying the final knot. It would give her a few second if someone tried to come in, but not much more than that. She glanced at the counter. The tarp that covered the opening billowed in the breeze, revealing a few more tiny gaps where it was fastened to the hooks on the counter. Her heart began to pound. It was just an extra bonus.

She reached into her shopping basket and retrieved the aerobics mat that she had hidden in the bottom of it. The stall had no floor, and if she was going to do this, she need to be somewhat comfortable. She unrolled the mat in the center of the stall, and slowly sat down on it, her feet toward the flap. She took a deep breath and lay down. It was now or never. She reached up and unzipped her jacket. Beneath it she wore a simple t-shirt. Then she reached down and took hold of the bottom edge of it and began to roll it up her body. Her hands began to sweat as she reached her breasts. The sound of those just outside in the street echoed loudly in her ears. No way that was going to stop her. She slid her fingers under her bra and lifted it to her collarbone.

Her breasts popped free of of the bra and jiggled for a moment before settling into place. She shivered. The sudden cool air on her chest felt so cold. Her nipples were already hard, half from the cold, and half from arousal. She intertwined her fingers and held her hands at her waist, taking deep breaths to keep herself calm. Then her hands began to move. Seemingly of their own volition, they parted and began to float up her body, her fingertips lightly brushing across the skin of her stomach. It tickled her, just a bit. She bit her lip as she drew her fingers along the bottoms of her breasts.

She had always been proud of her chest, at least as much as her modesty allowed. Pinkie's boobs were larger, and Rarity knew how to make the absolute most of her natural perkiness, but she had always thought that she had been lucky enough to have both. Her breasts were always ample, pleasantly soft, and large enough to use as a pillow, should the need ever arise. It never had, but at least she knew she had that base covered. And despite the size, she had been lucky enough that her breasts didn't sag a great deal either. Occasionally she would feel somewhat sad that she was too shy to wear clothing that flattered her more. Well, if anyone happened across her now, they'd get an excellent view.

She cupped her breasts in her hands and squeezed. A wave of warmth washed over her. She pinched her nipples between her thumbs and forefingers and squealed, half in pain and half in pleasure. The line was blurred. Her nipples stung as she toyed with them, but the sting was giving way to more pleasure. She could feel the burning creeping lower and lower, filling her body. It was on the verge of overflowing. In fact, she was overflowing. Her penis was rapidly hardening into a massive erection, pumping copious amounts of precum into her panties. If she didn't do something about it, her panties would be soaked. And possibly stretched so far that the wouldn't even stay on once the boner subsided. She couldn't have that.

Her hand released her tit just long enough to reach down and flap the front of her skirt up. Her cock was entirely erect now, or at least it was trying to be. The tip had hooked within her panties, which kept it from extending like it wanted to. A wet patch was slowly spreading around the tip. She flicked the edge of the panties, and her cock popped free. It reached nearly all the way to her belly-button, which collected her secretions like a tiny bowl. She swirled her finger in it raised it to her lips. It was sweet.

She rocked back and forth as she stroked her cock, which was already slick. The precum oozed between her fingers, and she could feel her testicles jiggling between her thighs. Her other hand wasn't lazy either. She reached up, wrapped her fingers around her breast and lifted it towards her face. She craned her neck forward, just flexible enough for her to pop her own nipple into her mouth. Her nipple was salty with sweat as she sucked on it and flicked it with her tongue. With one hand, she massaged and squeezed her other breast, and her other hand continued to vigorously pump her dick.

It was then that she began to find her rhythm. The writhing, the rubbing, the sucking, the different parts of her body bounced in a variety of beats, making a music only she could hear. She could feel it, the different pleasures harmonizing within her body. The salty taste of her nipple in her mouth, the sharp twinge as she nipped at it with her teeth, the tingly pinch of her other nipple between her thumb and forefinger, the squish of her breast against her palm, the thump of her heartbeat in the veins of her penis, the bouncing of her nutsack, the warmth that rose in the pit of her abdomen... it was a song and she was the instrument.

She kept her eyes wide open, and as she pleasured herself, they kept darting to the curtains. The sun was just low enough in the sky that it shone brightly against the tarps. More importantly, it cast sharp shadows of everyone who was walking past the stand. She counted everyone who walked by. Five. Ten. A Dozen. Twenty. Twenty-five. And now someone was leaning against the vacant counter, oblivious to the fact that the town's shyest resident was in the midst of a one-woman-orgy. How many people had walked not ten feet away from her? What would Applejack think?

That would be humiliating. Applejack would have forgotten something in the stall, and she would've come back, wondered why the flaps were tied so tighty. Fluttershy would be too lost in pleasure to notice her, or to care if she did. Applejack would step into the stall just in time to witness Fluttershy's climax. Fluttershy would gasp, and the strength of her orgasm would send a shower of cum over her whole body. Only then would she see her friend. Fluttershy would wink, and lick her own semen off of her lips. Applejack would blush so profusely at the indecency. Without a word, she would close the flaps and head back to the farm. They would never say a word about what had happened, but they would blush each and every time they saw each other.

As she called up the image of Applejack staring dumbstruck at her imagined orgasm, pleasure finally overwhelmed her. The inside of the stall vanished, replaced with a starry explosion. She wasn't lying on a mat in an abandoned apple stall, she was floating in a sea of orgasmic bliss. And her own spooge. Gobs of cum squirted from her penis, landing in long, sticky strings across her face and chest. The unspeakable sensation of orgasm ripped its way out of her throat as her nipple popped out of her mouth. The sound of her own moan snapped her out of it and she clamped her mouth shut. She shivered as the spasms began to subside. Her cock twitched as it finished emptying itself. Her sweat suddenly felt cold. Had someone heard her? The shadows that the passersby cast on the tarp had stopped, doubtlessly wondering where that strangled cry had come from.

The wait was excruciating. What if they poked their head in to see what was going on? Was there any possible way of explaining herself? Sure, she probably wouldn't get in any legal trouble. She was technically in a private area, and she had Applejack's permission to be there. But word would travel. Applejack would hear about it, certainly. How would she explain this to her friend so that they were still friends afterward? Hopefully she wouldn't have to come up with anything.

The shadow shrugged and continued on its way. Fluttershy finally relaxed and set about cleaning herself off. Most of the cum she could wipe from her face and chest and scoop into her mouth, but some of it clung to her bra and shirt and would have to be covered with her jacket. Her back cracked as she sat up. Her chest bore more evidence of her act. One breast had five light scratches where her fingernails had dug into her flesh. Her other breast had a ring of fading toothmarks around the nipple. Fortunately she had released it before she broke the skin. Her bra would be uncomfortable enough without that. Her skirt hadn't escaped unscathed either; fortunately most of cum patches were on the inside of it, but she couldn't help but think that a few of the wet spots would show through to the other side. She'd need to hide that behind her basket. Once she was satisfied that she didn't look like she had just cum all over herself, she poked her head out of the flap.

And found herself face-to-face with Applejack.

"Oh, hey Fluttershy," she said brightly. "Pickin' up those apples?"

Fluttershy nodded dumbly. She couldn't talk. The fact that her heart had jumped into her throat made that difficult. She hoped she hadn't missed any cum when she had been wiping her face off.

"I realized that I left some of our extra baskets back here. They didn't make it into the cart."

"O-oh," Fluttershy managed. She could feel the semen that had soaked into her shirt squish against her boobs as she hugged the apple basket to her chest.

"Well, you enjoy those apples, alright? I made sure I picked out the best ones for you."

"Y-yes, of course. Thank you."

"No problem, I gotta get back to the house. Apple Bloom's makin' dinner, and you know how that goes. Granny's gonna need my help to fix the mess."

"Of course," Fluttershy said quickly. "Good luck with that. Thanks for the apples."

She strode past Applejack, walking as quickly as she could without breaking into a run. Five minutes. Five minutes earlier and Applejack would've walked in on her. All she could think of was that she could've cut it closer. Maybe next time.