Sweating The Spread

“What do you mean we have to stay another hour? I've had to just about here with Photo Finish and her stupid hours! You better tell her that she better arrange for a better time because I'm about to walk-”

“Rainbow Dash, you can't just walk out on a-” Fluttershy sighed, wearily plugging her ears as Rainbow Dash started shouting at the cameramen. “Shutter Bug said it would only be one more shoot.”

“But Fluttershy,” Rainbow Dash wheeled around and hooked one finger in between the thin green ribbon in the middle of Fluttershy's bikini, pulling her close. Fluttershy tried to back away, holding her bikini top with one hand as Rainbow Dash continued to pull on it, the string gradually unloosening. “He's been saying that it would be one more shoot for the last six hours.”

“Rainbow Dash, my bikini.”

“But Fluttershy, my right to being treated fairly.” Rainbow Dash wound her finger around the string and started backpedaling away across the set. Fluttershy squealed as more and more string seemed to unravel from breast pads holding the top together. “I've been thinking of how to get out of this. If we don't have bikinis, we can't model anymore.”

“Cute how you try that idea of yours on your shy friend.” Lightning Dust spoke up, staring at the two of them as she placed her bottle of water on the floor.

“Oh just shut it, Dust.”