All The Colors of a Camera

Fifteen minutes after the lunch break ended, Morris flipped through the images on his phone as he stalked closer to school. A couple of them were old shaky cam stuff he did in his first year. Shitty angles of the girls on the swim team. Few were money-makers. Close-up of breasts dripping wet. The occasional panty shot. Crotch shots. Camel-toe. Girls tugging out wedgies from their asses.

Nothing real interesting.

Two years of photos went by in a single swipe. Him getting in sports and narrowly avoiding getting caught in the girls' locker room. For a while, the best stuff he could use for his private activity was found on the internet. Random girls, blurry faces. They were... okay.

But it couldn't scratch the same itch of taking a picture of a girl in the flesh.

Cars came and went. Some beeping at him as he crossed the street. Several sparing a speedy middle finger in his direction. Real mature, guys. He didn't ask to have his ass handed to him by those walking bricks from Appleloosa Tech.

Morris tapped along the tall fence. Stuck talking the long way around instead of hopping over. He couldn't on the count of his injury. A busted ankle that took him out of the roster two weeks ago. If everyone could calm down about him missing the last two games, maybe they would have noticed that he's here to get his spot back.

Reaching the hole in the fence, Morris ducked low and entered the sport field. Now here, he took his sweet time moving behind the bleachers. Staying out of sight. The only reason he's stopping by is to talk to Coach in person. Do a little begging to be taken off the bench for the next game and spread the word: Morse Code is back.

Reaching a secure backside of a bleacher, shaded by trees and bushes, Morris slowed his step and rested against it. His foot was still tender and he hadn't managed to take off the ankle brace yet. Whatever. He could step, walk and run on it. He's practically healed.

Morris tapped to his most recent photos, a smile on his lips. A familiar face popped up: Fluttershy. Morris knew all about Fluttershy; tall, pretty, a pair of nice-sized double d's. And he knew the color of her nipples. Dusky pink. Perky plump ones that grew dark when being sucked in the lips of her close friend, Rainbow Dash.

A shadow flew overhead, passing by and knocking him out of his reverie. Freaky. Morris looked up, hearing a bird call before a rustling of leaves. He braced himself for any familiar face. Quick Step and Wind-Up had put out a word online to catch his scrawny ass.

A pair of tanned hands pulled apart the bushes.

They wouldn't send the team manger to bust his balls, would they?

Instead, a girl he didn't expect walked through as if she was treading on water. She tugged a leaf out of her pink hair and threw him a uncertain smile, “You're Morse. Morse Code from next door, right? I'm your neighbor from next door, Fluttershy.”

Morris blinked. Quickly putting his phone on lock. How did she know that he was here?

Shouldn't she, the goodies-two shoes, be in class by now?

“A pleasure to meet you, Fluttershy. You say my name the same way my dumb sister Remorse does it. Morris, please. I'm not an old man just yet.”

They've never actually met in person. He's seen her around. Hanging with her friends, plowing her friend on her balcony, putting her extra leg to good use. Nothing that could be polite to bring up in casual conversation.

“Um... How do you know me?”

“A little birdie told me.” She said with a straight face, her hands clasped as she came a little closer. He took a step back, bumping into the metal.“A blue jay to be specific but he likes to be called Jaybird around his friends.”

Fluttershy paused, hands drifting to clutching at the bottom of her white tank top. The motion causing the shirt to cling tighter around her large and luscious mounds. The summer heat had been coming and going for the last couple of weeks and he knew the hot air made her do risky things. Right now, the way that sliver of sweat dripped down her chin and into the crack between her breasts, he knew she wasn't wearing a bra.

And all Morris could think was all of the ways he's seen her naked.

“Would you like to be a friend? I mean, there are things that are okay with friends but not with strangers.”

“Yours or the bird's.”

Fluttershy averted her gaze. “If you're a friend, then I could trust you with certain things.”

He didn't like where this conversation seemed to be headed.

“I don't know what you are talking about.”

“The pictures, Morse.”

Morris let loose a take of air, throwing his arms up as he fought the instinct to cringe. Be cool.

She came to him.

Alone.

This wasn't something to get worked up about.

“I don't know what you're talking about.” He said, shifting a little too hard on his feet. His ankle burned and he resorted to leaning onto the bleacher. “Why? Would you single me out? I haven't been at school for two whole weeks? When would I have the time to hobble over here to catch you stripping to your cotton whites.”

“I wear cotton whites.”

“So does a lot of girls.” He said with an eye roll. “Lucky guess. We've never talked. I have nothing against you.” Morris tapped his chest, trying to calm his heart that was pounding in his ears. “If you need some help finding whoever has you spooked, I'm willing to be there for you. Just this suspicion... And you using your birds to find me is so weird. Who tracks people down with animals to ask questions to people who haven't done anything?”

“She said that you would do this.” Fluttershy looked down, twirling a long strand of hair with her finger. “I know that you have taken pictures of me without my permission. I am asking you to delete them and show me you deleting all of your records of them. ” She looked up, locking eyes with his. “If you can do that, this can end peacefully.”

The first word in his mind was 'No'. He's never deleted a photo. Never on purpose. Old cameras got thrown away. Film reels left to deteriorate in his desk drawers. Digital images were lost in transferring photos and covering his ass with the occasional girlfriend. But to actively delete a photo? For a girl who probably didn't have proof or a reason that he did anything? Never.

“Fluttershy,” His voice came out darker than he meant. “-supposing that I did take pictures, what does it even matter? I don't even care if you're recording this and planning to take it to the principal.” He smiled, his tongue gliding over his exposed teeth. “In a he-said, she-said situation, it still would boil down to proof. Something you don't have or we wouldn't be having this conversation.”

“That's not why I'm here.”

“That's exactly why you're here.” Morris sighed. “You've come to browbeat me into giving in. Well, guess what? That's not happening.” He opened his phone, taking his time as he thought on his feet. “You're threatening me. Let me guess who that 'she' is? Sunset Shimmer? Your other girlfriends? You can tell her or them that they've done the wrong thing in letting you come alone.”

He's wasted ten minutes dealing with this.

“Now that I know that you know, I will cover my ass. I don't know how you found out and I don't care. That's the same way the kids at school will feel if I post those pics on the school homepage and make a link to where they can find more.”

“But-” Fluttershy went pale, her mouth moving without words. She shook her head, biting her lips as if there was something else she wanted to say. “But-”

Morris kept on the offensive.

“Or if I go to the trouble to print out copy after copy of you spreading your legs for the camera. I can edit those pics to make it look like you wanted it.” He said, smiling harder. “You needed it. Nobody would give a damn about the cameraman if they could have look at the goods.”

His pointed glance at her breasts didn't go unnoticed.

Fluttershy folded her arms so fast that her breasts jiggled a few seconds after. He stared at them harder, seeing something he become quite familiar with. Her nipples poked through her shirt, half hard. Morris considered looking below, letting her know that he also knew that she had quite a prize between her legs.

But he didn't.

It wouldn't be smart to show all his cards.

“It's been real nice talking to you, Fluttershy.” He slipped his phone into his pocket. “If I see you trying to catch me alone or bringing this up again, I will take action.”

Morris gave a lazy salute as he walked by her.

She didn't cry.

She didn't reach out for him.

No, she stood sighing and throwing her face into her hands.

“You were right.” Morris frowned. “You were right and... he wasn't nice about it.”

Was she talking to Jaybird?

“Of course, I was right.” A familiar voice answered her. “Forest Finder was the same way until I beat some sense into him and that's when we were kids. This guy's probably way worse.”

Then something slammed into the back of his head.

“Fluttershy, I didn't hit him that hard.” Rainbow Dash said, flipping Morris over as he groaned. “Just enough to get the drop on him. Like this.” Her toned thighs crushed his lungs as she dropped on him, sneakers stomping onto his arms.

“Let me go.” Morris shouted, trying to buck the rainbow psycho off. “I never took any picture. I have no clue what either of you are talking about.”

“Sure, you don't.” Dash said, parting her legs and unintentionally giving him a clear view of her frilly-looking panties. Blue striped ones.

Just like the pair she used on that day.

Hell, they looked like the same pair!

“Morse Code, apartment number 1018 with the window bedroom across from apartment 1008? We know all about you, you freak! You know, your mom is real cool. Lead us right to your room when we introduced ourselves as your lab partners. She was so excited to hear that you had some friends that would keep you out of trouble." Dash rattled off, finishing with a smug light in her eyes. “Invited us back and everything. Shame that you weren't there to stop us.”

“You were in my house?!” Digging through his stuff? Shit. “That goes way beyond what I did.”

Dash only stretched her legs wider, pulling up her school skirt to reveal more of her underwear. It was the same pair. Cleaned. Washed. The same pair of panties he stole. Morris squirmed, trying to think of some explanation. They couldn't really know that he was inside their apartment.

“So, maybe I found a pair of something on my way out?” Morris lied, running out of ideas. “Maybe, I've even been watching a girl sunbathe? That's not a crime.”

“It's a crime when you start taking pictures of it.”

Dash ran her fingers along the elastic hem of her underwear. She tapped directly on her clit as a wet spot grew in the center, a drop falling onto his T-shirt. Sticking her index finger directly into the spot, she traced a line up and down, writing 'Liar'. Morris gulped, watching each and every stroke as he felt his dick twitch through his jeans.

“I...” He swallowed, “Why?”

“Does this get you off?” Dash leaned forward, whispering into his ears. “Watching girls do things when they think they're alone.” Her lips brushed against the tips. “I'll give you one last chance. Delete the photos and we can forget that all of this happened.”

Morris gritted his teeth, forcing himself to look away.

“One thousand words can't replace a single picture.”

“Fine.” She removed her shoes from his arms and stood up. “Don't worry, I have a great idea on how you can make up for every single photo you took without our permission.” Dash slammed right back down, her huge ass knocking the air out of him again. “Fluttershy, his legs!”

“When I think about all of the times you jerked off to us without our knowledge... It pisses me off.” Dash growled, moving to slide up his chest. “You're going to pay for every single image you stole.” Her clothed pussy smelled faintly of fresh laundry, he noted, before it attempted to eat his face. Dash thrusted her crouch into his face, grinding her clit against his nose and mouth.

Below, he felt his legs be pushed apart and his belt being unbuckled.

Then the undeniable sound of a camera's shutter going off.

Morris found his words muffled. “You can't do this.” Dash's hips began to shudder from his warm breath brushing against her panties. He shouted harder and got a lusty sigh for all his efforts. Small hands slid his pants down to his knees and did the same to his boxers. His dick trembled against the cool hands as they lifted up his member. He felt it being shifted from side to side, the shuttering sound echoing in his ears.

Dash closed her thighs around the sides of Morris's head, trapping him. He squirmed, trying to lift his hands before he felt another weight sit on his gut. His hands were quickly tied together with his own belt and sat on. Hot breath blew onto his member until he felt a tongue move along his cock's head.

He groaned, desperately wondering what has the world come to. The tongue went up and down his shaft, quickly hardening it. Then a mouth explored the slit of his cock, kissing and nipping until his hips bucked. Morris stuck out a tongue as he moaned into Dash, his lips pressing against the fabric.

Moisture collected on his face, the warm heat of her pussy spreading. Dash's clit stuck itself through the tight fabric of her underwear. Morris licked at it, playing with the taste on his tongue.

Slimy. Salty. It tasted alright.

He licked up and down, poking and playing with the fun bumps in her underwear. Every touch got him a moan that ran down to his dick. How many people could say they made Rainbow Dash sound like a wanton whore? Dash responded, rubbing her ass into his chest. Soon her panties were soaking wet,  clit  stiff and demanding his full attention. Morris ran his tongue along the nook of her thigh, parting her underwear to slide his tongue in.

Once inside, his tongue lapped at the dripping folds. Teasing her clit as he went in circles around it, refusing to touch it directly. He folded his tongue, pressing harder against her hole before waltzing in. Dash sucked in a breath, her soft, swaying moans reaching a high pitch. Morris drilled the hole, going in and out as Dash arched. She jutted her hips, shaking as his face was covered in her gooey juices. Her pussy clenched, closing around him as he slid in and out.

He lost the motion when he felt his dick become enclosed in a warm and fluffy place. His dick trembled. Hard nubs ran along the cock's length, sending stars to his eyes. His dick stiffened. Hips bucking as he was on the verge of cumming. Dash, sitting on top of him, was close too. Her thrusts growing wild and relentless, growing senselessly loud.

But right before he could cum, something cold and circular slid down his shaft. Tightened at the base. Morris lifted his hips, readying for his orgasm that should be any moment now. But after a few seconds, all he felt was heat and pleasurable pain. His dick half-came, hot cum weeping downward but the build-up was still there.

Dash rode his face. Once. Twice. Then came with a hoarse cry. Buckets of her inner juices poured onto his face as she lifted herself off him. Still between her hips, he got a full view of her soaking pussy squeezing as she rode off the aftershocks of her second orgasm.

“Take. A. Fuck-” She said between breaths, lazily shaking her rear above him. Morris fought off the urge to wrap his hands around her hips and pull her right back down. “A good look down, Morris.”

What?

Morris reluctantly turned his eyes downward, catching Fluttershy standing up as she pulled her shirt down. That meant she'd been using her breasts- He licked his lips, imaging the sight of his dick being caught between her heavenly breasts. Then he continued looking and saw his faithful dick with a strange gray band at the base.

What is that?

Fluttershy had her phone out, snapping a shot of his jizzed face.

Dash slipped back on her panties and started talking as she strode to his legs. “My good friend Fluttershy has taken many pictures of you. I know you think you can still blackmail us or whatever but word is, certain parties are pissed at you for getting injured.”

She squated in front of his dick. Doing something with a little key before he heard the locking mechanism. “Something about you being the only one who can receive the star player's passes. Especially pissed, because it happened in a early game for the season.”

His cock throbbed, still aching as more white liquid came out of the head. He wanted to reach down and finish himself off but he wondered what else they had in store.

“Now Morris, this is what you call a cock ring.” She flicked his shaft. The soft touch making him buck his hips and jerk forward, his mouth falling open as he half-came again. The white cum trickled but he felt no relief. Instead, his head blurred as the dick throbbed, unsatisfied.

“As long as you have it, you won't be able to cum. Consider it punishment. It will only get worse from here.” Rainbow Dash said, sharing a look with Fluttershy. Her friend lightly pushed Dash, blushing hard. “We're going to leave it on all day and we'll see how we feel about taking it off. As long as you don't give us those pictures-”

“Fine. I'll get them for you. All of them.” Morris huffed, his head hurting. He closed his legs, pulling his knees to his chest as he sat up. Jolts of want and need ate at him as he glanced away. Pissed.

Rainbow Dash patted his head.

“Good boy.”