Apodysophilia

Fluttershy fidgeted as she watched the clock. Rainbow Dash was late. Granted, Rainbow Dash was usually late for things like this, but maybe this time she had forgotten entirely. No, no, that was just Fluttershy's nerves talking. She distracted herself by making sure that she had everything ready. Normally, she didn't really have to fuss much over having lunch with Dash; after a workout she would eat pretty much anything that wasn't a vegetable. But today she had planned things out. She had spent too much time working the nerve up to have Rainbow Dash torpedo the plan by inhaling her food.

Chicken salad sandwiches and pretzels, the perfect combination. Specifically, chicken salad sandwiches with shredded lettuce that she had "forgotten" to remove. Dash would have to waste a bunch of time picking the vegetables out of her sandwiches. And even someone as fast as Rainbow Dash had to pace herself when eating pretzels. At least not if she didn't want to choke herself. There was lemonade, too. Extra sour, so that Dash couldn't chug it too quickly. Even for someone as impatient as Rainbow Dash, it would take at least fifteen minutes to eat everything.

Now if she would just show up...

"Hey, Fluttershy! Sorry I'm late!" Rainbow Dash burst through the door. "I got on a roll with my cloud slaloms and did an extra run. I shaved like two whole seconds off my time!"

"That's great," Fluttershy said. She was already starting to sweat, and she hadn't even done anything yet. Her thoughts began to fuzz up as she tried to think of exactly what she was supposed to say. "I'm glad it went well. I... uh... I made some sandwiches." She paused for a moment, then remembered what else she was going to say. "Oh, and I forgot that you don't like having lettuce on them. Sorry about that."

"It's okay." Rainbow Dash sighed as she picked up a sandwich. "Ugh, and it's shredded, too. Oh well." She opened it up and began picking off bits of green. "Either way, thanks for the food. Saves me from having to get it myself. What have you been up to?"

"I... uh... taking care of animals. Just the usual things. You know." She had to put out a little bit of conversation before she put her plan into action, but if she took too long, she wouldn't have time. "There were a few birds that needed help preening."

"Mmm hmm." Rainbow Dash nodded and took a big bite of her sandwich. "Aren't you going to eat anything?"

"Huh? Oh. Yes." She took a single pretzel and popped it into her mouth. "So, um. Is there any unusual weather coming up?"

"Weather? Eh, not really." Rainbow Dash shrugged. "Depending on the humidity they might have some drizzle this evening, but nothing too weird."

"Oh, drizzle?" Fluttershy gasped melodramatically. Rainbow Dash had given her the perfect segue. "That reminds me, I still have some clothes hanging up on the balcony! I should really go get them before I forget." She stood and headed for the stairs. "You can just keep eating. I should be, uh, done in a couple of minutes."

"Oh come on, that can wait until we're done. Even if it does rain it's not going to be until it starts getting dark!"

"No, I'd better do it now. I'll be right back. Just enjoy the sandwiches. And pretzels."

"Why pretzels?" Rainbow Dash asked. "I mean, I'm no chef but I didn't think that pretzels really went with chicken salad. Do you have like, some beer or something?"

"Uh, I might have some in the fridge. You can look if you want. I'll be right back. You can just wait there." She scurried up the stairway before Rainbow Dash had a chance to say anything else, or notice the fact that Fluttershy was beginning to pitch a tent under her skirt.

She paused at the top of the steps, just out of sight of the kitchen. Then she stomped her feet a few times in place, harder at first and then softer. Hopefully RD would think she was walking down the hall. Obviously, she wasn't. She put one hand on the wall to steady herself, keeping her eyes focused on the stairs. She could just see the corner of the table and the chair she had been sitting on a moment before. Hopefully on the off chance that Rainbow Dash got up, she'd have enough time to dart into the bathroom before she got caught.

She listened closely. All she could hear was Rainbow Dash grumbling about the presence of green stuff on her lunch. Fluttershy took a deep breath and reached up the front of her shirt. Both her nipples and her cock were already hard from the anticipation. Or maybe because she hadn't worn a bra today. Maybe Rainbow Dash had noticed. Her shirt wasn't very thick. Rainbow Dash wasn't the type to point out something like that. At least not when Fluttershy was involved.

She pinched her nipple between her thumb and forefinger, biting her lip to keep herself silent. Then she dug in ever so slightly with her fingernails and squeaked softly in pain. But it was a good kind of pain. She glanced down. Her penis was already fully erect, holding up the fabric of her skirt like a flag. She hooked the edge of her panties with her finger and pulled. Her knees trembled as the fabric drew tightly against both her labia and her balls. For a split second the pleasure overwhelmed her. A sharp gasp of pleasure escaped her lips. Then a second gasp, this one of shock and anxiety. She whipped her hand out from under her skirt and clamped it over her own mouth.

The only sound she could hear was Rainbow Dash's obnoxiously loud chewing. Her friend hadn't heard. But what if she had? What if Rainbow Dash was curious? She was right there. If she stood and took just a few steps towards the stairs... if she looked up from the base of the stairway to see what was going on, she'd be able to see right up her skirt.

That might not even matter. Her cock stuck straight out; her skirt would barely even cover it, and there was a wet patch at the tip where her precum was starting to soak through. Rainbow Dash couldn't help but notice that. Rainbow Dash would probably stare for a good, long moment. She would be too dumbfounded to look away. It would take a minute for her brain to realize what was going on, that Fluttershy, her childhood friend, had snuck off in the middle of lunch to rub one out, just out of view. Then a blush as red as a tomato would spread across Dash's face. It would only make Fluttershy harder. Dash would stammer some question about what she was doing. And Fluttershy would simply answer "what does it look like?", reach down, and start pumping her cock as if she were churning butter.

But Rainbow Dash hadn't looked up. At least, she hadn't yet. She was still eating. Fluttershy's modesty was still safe.

She reached down once more and flicked the edge of her skirt up so that it rested on top of the shaft of her penis There was no doubt, now, if Rainbow Dash so much as glanced in her direction, she'd get a clear view of everything. Fluttershy would be mortified, and yet... she paused. For a long moment she stood still, exposing her crotch to the empty stairwell.

"Fluttershy!"

She almost jumped out of her skin at the sound of Rainbow's voice. Her cock bounced.

"Y-yes?"

"What's taking you so long? Aren't you gonna eat?"

"I'll be down in a few minutes," she called back, not too loud. She didn't want Rainbow Dash to think too hard about why she was right at the top of the stairs. "You can just keep eating."

"Alright."

Fluttershy put a hand over her heart. It was beating faster than ever, and it felt amazing. Her dick throbbed, waiting for her to begin stroking. The tip glistened with precum. She licked her lips Before she even had time to think, she had reached down, wiped the precum off with her finger, and popped it into her mouth. The taste was bitter, but she couldn't get enough of it. She sucked on her finger as if she were dying of thirst.

The sensation of the taste rushed through her. It was like the secretion that she swallowed was going right through her and pouring right back out of her cock. Her entire other hand was slick as she slowly stroked her cock. At the bottom of the stairs, Rainbow Dash munched on the pretzels. She could hear her. She was so close, and she had no idea that her friend was on the verge of orgasm.

Fluttershy chewed on her tongue. She could feel herself coming closer and closer to coming. Would she be able to keep herself from crying out? The past two times, she had held her tongue, but she had never been so close before.Or rather, did she really want to? How could she possibly get any more daring than to allow herself to cry out? Rainbow Dash might hear her, and look up the stairs, and see her pleasuring herself. The mere thought of the look on Dash's face nearly made her climax.

"Hey, Fluttershy!" Rainbow Dash called.

Fluttershy's knees buckled slightly. Her body wanted to orgasm so hard, but she held it in. She squeezed her cock hard, as if to keep the semen inside through sheer force.

"Y-yes?"

"Do you have any mustard? And I'm talking about the spicy brown stuff, not that bright yellow goop."

"It's in the fridge," she managed. She had to keep her balance. It was a thin line between maintaining her arousal so she wouldn't lose it completely, and not overdoing it and coming while she was talking. "It's in the back, behind the ketchup."

"Ok, thanks."

She heard the squeak of Rainbow Dash's chair being pushed back. But she didn't hear footsteps.

"Fluttershy, are you okay?"

"Y-yes. Of course." She gulped. "Why do you ask?"

"You just sound a little... I dunno. Strained, maybe?"

"I...I'm just a little tired. That's all. I'm almost done. I'll be right down."

There was a moment of silence. Fluttershy's entire body tensed, waiting to see if Rainbow Dash would catch her. All she had to do was take a step towards the stairs. Just one step and Fluttershy would be more humiliated than she had ever been in her life. Not that Fluttershy would mind, not entirely. It would be embarrassing at first, but Rainbow Dash was a close friend after all.

"Alright, whatever," Rainbow Dash said. "If you say so."

Fluttershy heard a few steps and then the sound of the refrigerator door. Her heart bounced up and down, not sure whether to be relieved or disappointed. If Rainbow Dash had caught her, maybe once the initial awkwardness had worn off... maybe, just maybe... if it was okay with Rainbow Dash, she could do it again, and have an audience. She could strip naked, lie back on her couch, legs open, pussy spread, cock hard as a rock, letting Rainbow Dash stare to her heart's content as she jacked herself off... maybe Rainbow Dash would be so aroused by the spectacle that she would get a boner of her own...

As the image floated across her mind, her pleasure overwhelmed her. It was as if the feeling were a spring, and every movement wound it tighter and tighter until it exploded. Her knuckles were white as she clamped her hand on the railing to keep herself from falling as her orgasm shook her body. Cum spurted into the palm of her hand as she furiously stroked herself, trying to wring every last drop of excitement from her cock. As the climax hit, a single, loud moan escaped her lips. She was too lost in the sensation to care.

So what if Rainbow Dash saw her? So what if she got caught masturbating? It was her own house, after all. It was perfectly normal to want to experience sexual pleasure and oh Celestia what if somepony saw her.

As the rush of ecstasy faded, a thought struck her every bit as hard as Rainbow Dash did in a crash landing. What about the cleanup? Sure, now that she had cum, she could hide her cock under her skirt, but what about her ejaculation? She looked down. Even in the throes of an orgasm, she had somehow had the presence of mind to catch most of her semen in her cupped hand. She heard the squeak of the chair. Rainbow Dash was standing, and she had mere seconds to get rid of her spooge. There was no other option. She lifted her hand to her mouth and gulped it down. It was salty, bitter, and slightly sour, but the sheer fact of her eating her own cum almost gave her another boner. But her sheer force of will kept her cock flaccid. She just had to hope that she could get it all down before Rainbow Dash noticed.

She made it, just in time. She had just licked the last drop of cum from her hand as Rainbow Dash poked her head up the bottom of the stairs.

"You okay? You just made some sort of weird..." she narrowed her eyes, "noise. What was that?"

"I..." Fluttershy searched for an explanation. Anything other than explaining that she had just had an orgasm. She made sure that her hands were crossed over the wet spot on her skirt."...I stubbed my toe. That's all."

Rainbow Dash stared at her. Fluttershy wasn't sure if she bought it or not. Then Rainbow Dash shrugged.

"Alright, whatever. Will you get down here already? I came over here to have lunch with you, not to have lunch in your house while you run around and do your laundry or whatever."

"I was just on my way down," she said. "I just... finished." She smiled. Her panties were soaked, and there was a wet spot on her skirt from where the last bit of cum had oozed out, but she didn't mind. In fact, the small squish she made as she sat at the table was almost like a trophy. Then a chill ran down her spine. What would she do next? What else could she do? How could she top this?

"You sure you're okay?" Rainbow Dash asked. "You look like you're zoning out a little."

Fluttershy smiled. Her plans could wait. For now she could just bask in her own afterglow.

"It's nothing," she said as she took a sandwich. "I was just thinking about something else."