Sweating The Spread

As another steady stream of sweat ran down her forehead, Fluttershy couldn't help but think that their current situation was verging on the edge of being abusive. Cameras flashed. Lights flickered. The shutters of their lenses clicked and clacked. Echoing in the small windowless space as a dozen electric fans littered around the makeshift set, spun. And even with so many fans cutting through the stagnant air, Fluttershy had drenched her entire bikini in her juices.

It was the sixth one this hour.

Pearls of sweat trickled from under the folds of her breasts. Sliding down her glistening skin before sinking into her sagging bikini bottom. Her embarrassment was on her mind as the main cameraman switched out to a familiar face, Shutter Bug.

Already a pro at this, Fluttershy stood back as the set around her was swapped out from a typical patio and backyard scene to the beachfront of a tropical island. A roll of fake sand flooring was laid out on the ground. Fake palms trees were next. Several bent on an angle to keep from hitting the low ceiling and blocking the vents as they were placed strategically for the shoot. They were on a schedule though. So the back of the set was covered with a green screen where she guessed were the beach water would be added in during editing.

She held up a- Hmm, Fluttershy wasn't sure what it was. Detergent? But it was too big for her to imagine people going to a laundry mat with. - something and leaned forward for the camera. The very top was nestled between her breasts as she went through the usual set of poses and faces. Shutter Bug gave no specific instructions. Only cameras kept on clicking until someone busted through the side door and announced, “Switch!”

Fluttershy released a breath of air. Heaving a long sigh before a smile snuck itself across her face. She threw an arm over her head and stretched, bending her back to get her blood moving. Even if she wasn't having the best time boiling under the lights and the camera's ever present eye, time was still passing. She just had to hold it a little longer.

But the word she tried to push down to the soles of her aching feet popped in her mind anyway. Abusive. Then its cousin. The word that had been making rounds in the press came right behind it. Exploitative. But this wasn't the time to be thinking about that. The camera was waiting for her.  Fluttershy tried to sit the product on the floor, her eyes already roving the set for the next hot item of the season.

Instead, the cap of the container hooked onto the green ribbon of her bikini top and a bundle of loose strings wrapping onto the neck as it hung between her breasts. Fluttershy stood up straight and quickly un-knotted the cap from her top, expecting gravity to do the rest. But the container was still there. Seemingly glued by her sweat and the tight moist space of her chest.

Her fingers took a hold of the handle and pulled. The motion only jiggled her breasts, sliding the product back and forth of her sweaty mounds. Her breasts bounced off the momentum, the container moving faster and faster as the plastics of its body dripped down her body. Wax-like blue cream pooled and sunk into her panty-cut bottom. The heat of the plastic liquid as it spilled into the space of her hips had Fluttershy gasping in place. The goo felt like a squirming eager tongue, rubbing at her lower lips as her knees buckled from the stimulation.

The container rocked through her breasts once, twice and then fell with a loud, slurpy splat.

“Uh?” Fluttershy was flushed as she avoided the faces of the staff in the room. “Switch?” She repeated, noticing how a few eyes dragged themselves over her bikini-clad form and zoned in on her even sweatier bust. Looking down, the liquid had already made the fabric become transparent. Exposing her round flat nipples stretching across her large chest. She held back a squeak. Fluttershy wasn't sure if it was the material or the way her breasts had to be so weird when it came to clothing but the poor bikini was already losing its original shape.

So used to the noise of the camera, it took her a while to realize that they were still taking photos. Shutter Bug in particular, wheeled the camera stand lower and changed the camera to another angle. Fluttershy nervously shifted from side to side, her breasts gently bouncing along with her as she waited for everyone to come out of this daze they were in. They'd have to at some point. The bikini was ruined.

The breast pads had shriveled to a thin flap of fibers, becoming vertical lines over her pink nubs and nothing else. At a loss, Fluttershy stuck a finger in between the pad and the strap on her shoulder. Experimenting on how just a little bit of water and heat could cause the bikini to malfunction. She didn't feel good in suggesting to women that this was the right bikini for the season. And Fluttershy kept her mind off her bikini's bottom, the lower half already grinding into her softer place.

“I need a another bikini.” She tried, thinking about the mood that fallen over the place. Feral and heated. “Photo Finish wouldn't accept any photo that didn't focus on the immediate star.” She gestured to the container, the plastics melting into the sandy mat the longer it rested on the floor. “I'm only here as a favor.”

Her entranced audience stiffened. The cameras sounds ending as the people started moving. A clean-up crew bounded onto the set floor, sticking a dustpan underneath the container. With four staff members on the other side, they managed to flip the container like a pancake and hauled it out the room. Some of the staff working the lightning changed bulbs while others wheeled theirs out of the room. Phones rang. Words were exchanged as people checked then double checked with their respective supervisors.

Shutter Bug walked up to her, cringing as he scratched at his messy mane. “Sorry. We all got a little trigger-crazy.” He said, his eyes dropping below her face before they darted back up. Fluttershy felt lucky that her face was already red. “The city's suffering through a heat wave and all our bosses are climbing down our backs for photos, photos, photos. Between you and me, I don't think we'll have enough shots for FLAUNT's summer edition.”

She knew it pretty well. There was a massive scheduling error with the majority of models they had on roster. The bulk of the ads, recommended clothing for the upcoming summer and product placement were missing bodies to complement them. The company was running itself thin while trying to drum up talent and fill in pages before the publisher's deadline. The thing was that FLAUNT wasn't exactly a small monthly zine but one of the top fashion magazines in the country.

As Rarity would put it, they were on the verge of committing social suicide.

After all, having so many of the same models page after page wasn't all that different from having no models at all. Sure, Fluttershy had made her debut and exited the stage quickly but what about the others? She bet that they were kicking themselves for not reading the fine print.

“Aw, don't say stuff like that. If we just brace through, I believe a miracle might happen.”

“Like getting Fleur De Lis to sign back on?”

Fluttershy looked down, finding her bare toes strangely interesting. “I've heard the messages that the FLAUNT staff left her. They weren't exactly polite.”

“Just like it was polite for her to air our business out with the press? If she hadn't done that, we might have gotten away with a smaller book this year.” Shutter said, fanning himself with his cap. “But I don't like what we're doing either way. I mean, look where we are shooting? Renting some tin house because we are trying to dispel rumors that we're out of models. Shame, that we are actually out of models.”

He rambled, caught up in his words until he asked her a question. “What would you do if you were in charge, Fluttershy?”

“Oh um...”

“Costume change!” A bevy of assistants and interns descended on her with scissors, sponges and measuring tape. The bikini strings were cut and Fluttershy stood in her naked glory as she was scrubbed to the bone. It wasn't the first time she'd been manhandled like this but this was the third time they did it without bothering to care about her privacy. But things like privacy and covering up had been thrown away as everyone struggled under the hot weather.

Women unbuttoned their shirts and stripped down to  tight shorts and skirts. A few freely walking around in their bra and panties. Men dropped their pants and slipped into T-shirts or went shirtless. Everyone gave up on shoes.

A pair of towels wiped her dry and then Fluttershy heard the most terrifying sound in the world. The coil of a measuring tape being unwound. Fluttershy flinched as her nipples perked against the cold measuring tape and the ministrations of the hands that settled around her thighs. A pair of hands slipped between her hips, nudging her legs apart. Fluttershy bit her the inside of her cheek, hoping the blue goo was enough to disguise her sweet juices that dripped down her leg.

Shutter Bug went red. His mouth opening and closing as his hands kept on making an odd gesture. Fluttershy struggled to keep her face straight. She recognized it as hands on a camera with his index finger pounding on the button. Shutter Bug, indeed.

“You're thinking of taking a photo of me like this, aren't you?”

“I like capturing you in all your forms.” Shutter Bug went redder. “But I don't mean sexually. Well, maybe that too...”

“Ah.” She squeaked, feeling the measuring tape pass between her legs. The metal sticking to her damp lips below. “Aha, looks like I'm done being measured. Yeah.” Fluttershy talked over the receding coil of the tape being pulled back. The metal notches brushing over her clit as it passed by. Unconsciously, her hips jerked back, following the tape and pressing hard against it. “What a long ta-pe...!” She stuttered, slamming her legs together and covered her breasts as she tried to not... turn into a stuttering, awkward mess. Yes, that was what she was doing.

“We're going to go up a slightly bigger cup size for your double D's. That way when the bikini absorbs your sweat, you'll still have coverage for the girls.” A intern said, bumping her shoulder into Fluttershy and sending ripples along her chest. Even under her arms, her nipples came alive. Poking and prodding against her skin and sending tendrils of pleasure down south. “We think it's the temperature of the building affecting the cloth used but the AC should kick on soon.”

“Thank god.” Shutter added. A staff man tapped on his shoulder and whispered in his ear. “What kind of a situation? She hasn't broken anything has she?” He turned to Fluttershy. “I have to go check up on something. Be back in a second.” Shutter took off, practically sprinting with a few staff members trailing after him.

Fluttershy watched him go, wondering when he would strip to his boxes. His butt was just so cute in his jeans. She blushed and with the assistants still around, decided to ask her question.“But what if there's a girl out on the beach wearing something like this? The actual bikini won't do this, right?”

“Take it up with the manufacturer in Prance.” The fashion assistants shrugged. “We'll file a report for you but we were given the advanced shipments.” The whirlwind of helping hands took off. Hopefully coming back with a stable bikini this time.

It didn't take long for them to reappear. They quickly had her dressed in a fresh bikini, green with yellow strings. They said it was a cup bigger but the fabric felt tighter, the straps dragged into her skin. She opened her mouth to ask a question but the mass of employees were gone, off to some other fashion disaster.

With a loud crack, the door was flew open with Rainbow Dash strolling in. “Fluttershy, did you hear? They said that we have to stay for a whole hour extra! Are you kidding me?” Rainbow walked up to her, dragging Shutter by his collar before flinging him to the floor. “It's one thing if it's Photo Finish but it's a whole other mega thing if I'm going to be bullied by these... camera-freaks.”

With a envious dismay, Fluttershy noticed that Rainbow Dash was wearing a sporty white and blue striped bikini tank top with a skirted bottom. And that her bikini hadn't deteriorated on her despite coming from the same brand. Though Rainbow was sweating just as much as Fluttershy, her bikini merely glued itself to her body. Showing off her slender, muscular physic. Her bikini top in particular clung to Rainbow's slightly smaller breasts, giving them volume and lift as Rainbow started shouting at all the cameramen near by.

“I didn't know that, Rainbow Dash.” She sent an apologetic look to Shutter who gave a curt nod and discreetly got of Rainbow's grabbing range. “But it's kinda expected since they're in hurry.”

“I don't care!”

Sometimes, this is when doing things out of the kindness of your heart comes in handy. You're free to help but you're also free to leave. But Fluttershy wished that Rainbow had come to her before getting caught in FLAUNT's net.

“You signed a contract.” Fluttershy decided to gently remind, fanning herself as the temperature felt like it rose twenty degrees in the last three minutes. She blankly stared at the sweat pouring out of her body and wondered if something had gone wrong. “You are legally obligated-”

“I know that. But do you hear how they talk to me? Don't slouch. Don't jump. Be coy. What the hell does coy mean?” Rainbow huffed, folding her arms and kicking at the floor. The balls of her feet were swollen and peeling in places. “I just thought that modeling would be a breeze. I stand, get my photo taken and I'd be free to go. I believed all of that two weeks ago.”

“It can get at you sometimes.” Fluttershy agreed, nodding along to all of Rainbow's points. “But the best part of modeling for just about everyone involve is when it's over. There's no feeling better.”

“Really?”

“Yeah.” Fluttershy took a hold of Rainbow Dash's hand. “If we just make it through this hour, we'll have the whole day to ourselves. Imagine with me going to the Canterlot Gardens, visiting Twilight's old school and experiencing Mt. Canter by hiking along the train line. Can you imagine the things we could discover? Come on, haven't you wanted to explore Canterlot? I heard that there was this new-”

“Okay. Okay. I get it. I'll try to keep my cool.”

They hugged right quietly despite the clapping before Rainbow Dash unhooked her bikini.

“Rainbow.”

“Sorry, I couldn't resist.”

“Aw, what a cute scene.” The voice belong to Lightning Dust, leaning against the door with a plastic  water bottle in her hand. “Before Dash over there decides to pick a fight, our next shoot is a group one. So make with the happy and let's pretend to give a damn for each other.” Lightning had on a pale teal bandeau bikini, a half-top with cups and a silver ring in the middle of her chest.

“Don't listen to her, Fluttershy. She's just mad that she's a C cup.”

“I'm not a C cup. I'm a C-plus cup and why are you talking?” Lightning asked, scrunching up her face as she folded her arms as well. Just like Dash, Lightning was just as well-toned and slick. Fluttershy wondered if they unconsciously shared the same training regiment. “Your breasts are smaller than mine.”

“But girls, you have the same size-”

“No, we don't.” They yelled together before glaring at each other. Fluttershy only sighed and looked around for someone in charge to bring the next product. “What do you mean we don't? Your breasts aren't better than mine!”

“So what the next product?” Fluttershy said a little loud, cringing as the pair proceed to shout louder in their argument who's more sensitive and whose felt better to the touch.

Shutter Bug was handed a clipboard from a passing intern. He scanned the contents before nodding to a female staff member who was sitting on a chair with a cardboard box, looking bored. The staff member leapt up from her seat, tore the box open and rushed over with a glass blown spray bottle. It was crystal and was blown in a shape of a honeycomb with a vague name, 'Runny Honey.'

“What's it for?” Rainbow asked, moving to lean onto Fluttershy as Lightning stalked up and by them. Fluttershy found her eyes trailing after the wonderbolt hopeful, wondering where the girl was going. Lightning surprised her by settling for hovering on Fluttershy's left. Standing not so close to imply friendship but not too far to say she didn't care.

Looking between Rainbow and Lightning and their so similar personalities, she wouldn't put it pass Rainbow's self-declared rival to not want to lean on her and pick fights. Granted with both of them flanking her sides, it felt like the room was getting tense. She saw groups of three spill out into the room, staff members that had been assigned to watching after the girls. They talked amongst themselves. Words reaching Fluttershy's ears even though they tried to keep the conversations between them. Left and right, they talked insults and annoyances about the girls' amateurishness.

Rainbow was right. She wasn't oblivious as to how the staff saw her and likely the pair of girls they sweet-talked into contracts.

They weren't employees. They were problems to be handled.

Fluttershy had a little weight in the modeling world and a voice to Photo Finish but that wouldn't help Rainbow and Lightning right now. All she could do was suggest they bear through the photo session and she'll try to get some help for them tomorrow.

“It's uh...” Shutter looked down at his clipboard and gestured to his chest. “You know, breast expansion.”

“Oh, for Celestia's sake. Why oh, why are we working our butts off for a-” Rainbow grabbed the bottle and shook it. “A obvious cheap ploy. I mean, these things never work. Next!”

“Sounds like you're experienced in that kind of disappointment, Rainbow Dash.”

“Oh, don't you start again.”

“If you don't like what I have to say, you can leave.” Lightning Dust strutted forward, walking around Fluttershy and stopped in front of Rainbow. Glaring. “I'm just so sick and tired of the hot air.”

“Or maybe you can leave?” Dash snarled back. “Enjoy paying the failure to comply fee, Dusty!”

“Make me.” Lightning made a grab for the bottle. They wrestled, knocking the cap off. The bottle was spraying left and right as their palms gripped the button, unwilling to let go. The strange liquid, a thick golden mist, spritzed over the pair and Fluttershy who was wondering how many replacement bikinis did they have in stock. It was typical rowdy affair until someone came screeching into the room, out of breath.

“What happened?” A staff member asked him.

“The AC... The AC... is broken. The repairman won't be coming for hours.”

It was as if a pin had dropped. A pin to a industrial-sized grenade the size of the air conditioner unit that  was supposed to be blowing in all floors of this steel strap of a building.

Without the air conditioner, this photo shoot was over.

There was no question about it.

This session was over.

The room went silent. Rainbow and Lightning had stopped fighting, the honeycomb bottle falling between them with an audible thud. The fans roared in the stillness. Their metal wings rotating the stalemate that had been reached. Shutter Bug dropped his clipboard, looking back to the group of overseers that were looking at each other.

“The AC will be fixed. If you all could wait...” The sentiment was heard and ignored. “Your contracts,”

Fluttershy didn't say anything, she only stared. The meaningless words were repeated from a few members, their voices turning desperate. The interns grouped together, trying their phones and declaring that their cell service was dead. Something happened to the cell towers, they said. They couldn't get in contact with anyone higher up. Arguments broke out. The room grew hotter.

“This can't be happening.”

“We need more photos. Someone do something!”

“What do you mean, do something? I can't do anything under this heat. Screw this, I'm leaving.”

“Does anyone here a mechanic? Is anyone here good with a wrench?”

“I need a working phone, fuck. I have a intern acting in my place in Trottingham and she can't be left alone. We were in talk with Noble Glow. Please! I need a fucking working phone!”

Rainbow and Lightning returned to her side, both of them closer now.

The staff looked at them.

Then to each other.

And once more back at them.

Fluttershy looked at Rainbow who said, “My boobs feel all tingly.”

She cried out, holding her stomach as her breasts morphed under her tank top. The fabric expanded, ripping along the sides as Rainbow gained a size. Hard erect nipples poked through her torn bikini as Rainbow moaned as she shook in place. The bikini top grew damp, the cloth growing dark. White liquid seeped from her swollen breasts. Fluttershy took a involuntary step forward, unsure what she should do.

Rainbow Dash was lactating.

“It's too tight.” Rainbow clawed at her top and pulled it up. Revealing the milk weeping from her hard nipple. “It's still too tight.” The girl huffed and fell to her knees. Her hands grasping her breasts and milking them. She dragged her nails along her nipples before yanking and twisting them, gyrating in place.

“Hey Slowpoke, get it together.” Lightning said, crossing over to Rainbow and looking down. “You're looking real disgraceful, right about now.”

“Are you alright, Rainbow?” Fluttershy stared thoughtfully at the golden traces of the spray on her bikini, giving the outfit a shimmering coat as the bulk of the dust seemed to dry. She wiped her hands over her chest, trying to get as much off as possible. “Lightning, you were sprayed too. You need to wipe it off. We don't know anything about the product!”

It was too late.

Lightning groaned, her hands drifting down in her bikini bottom as she began to touch herself. Her breasts stretched and shifted, growing large and pushing the bandeau top down her chest. Her nipples leaked, thin milk running down her body as Lightning took a spot on the floor. She spread her legs, moaning herself hoarse as she noisily slid her fingers inside of herself. “There's too much. There's too much.”

“We need to get a doctor!” Fluttershy rushed to the girls' sides, trying to unhook their fingers from pleasuring themselves. “They need a doctor. Does anyone know what Runny Honey supposed to do? How long is it-” Shadows fell over her and Fluttershy was surrounded by cameramen, interns and female staff members.

One of the female staff members smiled, holding the bottle in her hand as she spritzed herself, passing it along to another. “What an accident.” She said, unhooking her bra and throwing it to the side. “The AC broke and for some reason, the Runny Honey we were shooting just exploded. It got on everyone.”

“The phones were down and everyone was too busy trying to keep the photo shoot running. Nobody noticed.” Someone added. “It just turned messy with everybody trying to fuck everybody. Or at least, until the repairman arrived and brought help.”

“I wonder what the spray might do to male parts, aren't you curious?” Another person asked, grinning  as he dropped his slacks and sprayed a generous amount on his member. “But once help arrives and the AC is back on, we'll have to get straight back to work. We hope you can bear to stay with us at this very important time.”

“You wouldn't.” Fluttershy said, glancing for a gap between the staff. “There's so many human right violations and consent laws that you're breaking that I don't even know where to start. Do you really think that FLAUNT can handle another scandal at this time? Because it looks like that you're overlooking someone here.”

“Consent...? These ladies look really up for it to me. We're just coming to their aid.” A man got on to his knees and tugged Rainbow's wriggling hand from her plump mounds. He cupped her breasts, fondling it softly before he dragged a tongue over a nipple. His teeth grazed her tit as he licked the stray drops trickling down Rainbow's soft flesh. “What if we have to pump the chemicals out before it's too late? Who wants to take that chance?”

The man gripped Rainbow's right breast before firmly placing his mouth over it, sucking. Rainbow's mouth fell open as she made this keeling sound of need and want. She grabbed the man by the back of his neck and pushed him closer, squishing him as she tried to wrap her body around him. Other staff members began to sit around her, laying Rainbow onto her back.

Fluttershy watched as he nursed off her friend, pumping more and more milk that ran down Rainbow's flushed skin. Grinding his hardening cock against her knee. The other staff took Rainbow's free hands and guided them to their to their dicks and wet places.

The sounds of sex filled the small room, ricocheting off the walls as people went down on each other. Fluttershy held herself where she sat, unsure of what she should do. Rainbow was pulled further away as a crowd of very zealous assistants opened her legs and started- Fluttershy turned away, trying to close her ears as Rainbow started howling for more, more, more.

“You can't- This isn't right. Modeling is more than photos and pretty faces. You can't just degrade it with spontaneous sex, poorly thought out plans and we still don't know what Runny Honey does and-”

“Fluttershy, you're free to go.” Shutter Bug spoke up, now holding the spray bottle. “We're all under binding contracts so tight that the idea of losing time because of an air conditioner is unthinkable. Can't you see?” He dropped to his knees and held the bottle out to her.  Fluttershy stared and he sighed. “And everyone is so damned stressed.” Shutter tugged off his shirt, showing her his lean body. “This is probably the closest we'll ever get to having a break. Don't you want in?”

Fluttershy turned her eyes away, face burning as she peered Lightning on her knees with two interns under her, sucking her breasts. Lightning had her legs apart as a cameraman thrust into her ass, slapping her cheeks as he pounded into her. Purple lube dribbled down Lightning's wriggling hips. With her mouth, Lightning was swallowing a cock that pulled out at the last second and squirted into her face. Dousing her in sheets of sticky white cum. Lightning huffed and purred, unwilling to let the flaccid dick go until another one was presented.

With every grunt, sigh, moan, Fluttershy shuddered. The room seemed to blaze and boil as the shouting and orgasiming amplified.

She couldn't just leave them here like this.

“Okay.” Fluttershy took the bottle and sprayed herself. “What do you want to do..." Her voice wavered. "With me?”

“Well...” Shutter took a hold of his portable camera, shooting quick snaps of close-ups of her body.  "Now that I've done that." What did she expect? Fluttershy giggled, feeling her nerves calm somewhat. Shutter sat himself between her legs and slipped off his slacks and boxers. Fluttershy gazed at his long and thick cock, following one vein as it went up to his balls.

“Call me curious but can I put my member into your breasts? I always wanted to try something like that.”

“...Okay?”

Fluttershy was gently nudged onto her back as Shutter moved above her. His hands rested on her breasts, squeezing and gripping them. “I don't want to hurt you by chafing on your skin but I don't think anyone other than that guy over there has lube.” Shutter pushed her breasts up and slid his warm tongue between them, getting the space nice and wet. He licked and licked until Fluttershy noticed her nodded to himself before letting her breasts go. Shutter placed a hand on his member, stroking it as he kept the space between her breasts open. Drops of pre-cum was sprinkled on her chest with Shutter smearing around the mix until he was satisfied.

“Are you ready?”

Fluttershy nodded, already breathless as her body started to tingle. All her nerves seemed to be on edge as something moved under her skin.

His hands returned to her breasts as he parted them, sliding his cock into her bikini-clad mounds. Fluttershy squirmed, feeling the sharp heat of his dick against her skin as Shutter made slow thrusts. His dick went back and forth as Fluttershy grew hot, her tongue lolling outside of her mouth. Her body arched, pleasure running through her system as her breasts ached. Fluttershy parted her lips, a hazy cry leaving her as his palms pressed into her nipples.

Her breasts grew large as the flesh rippled and swelled. The tight space between her tits became tighter as Shutter started grunting with his thrusts growing wild. Fluttershy's nipples oozed with pain and pleasure, milk gushing from every thrust. Her bikini rubbed into her skin, tearing around the edges as Shutter continued driving through her soaked ballooning mounds. Her breasts clapped together, skin slapping skin as they fucked.

Fluttershy's lower body grew wet as her hips jerked, alive and demanding attention. Her hands clawed at the floor as she struggled to concentrate. It was too much. She moaned, wanting more. Shutter stilled before pulling his dick from her breasts. She watched it twitch in the air before it came over her, white cum splattering all of her swelling breasts with a few drops hitting her cheek.

Fluttershy wiped the fluid onto her finger and sucked on it, relishing the taste. The salty tang of it lingered on her tongue as Shutter drew closer for a kiss. They nipped at each other, pressure building in her body as others drifted nearer.

Hands grabbed her breasts and started pumping them, squirting milk everywhere. Mouths stuck themselves in her lower lips, licking the folds and driving even deeper. Fluttershy cried out, bucking her hips as the tongues went deeper, rubbing against her inner walls.

Cameras flashed. Lights flickered.

Fluttershy saw Shutter sit on top of her with his camera ready. He pressed the button and Fluttershy saw white flashes as her body shook. She came with a loud, explosive cry. Fluttershy shuddered, wanting more and felt the hard pressure of a dick enter her body.

Cold air caressed Fluttershy's body as she woke up in a pile of limbs and skin. Exhausted and well-rested beyond relief, only drew herself closer to a familiar chest, lifting the camera out of the way and the breasts resting onto her head, still weeping milk.

“And that's a wrap.”