All The Colors of a Camera
Color 1: Cluelessness is Rather Red
It was towards the end of a late spring day that Rainbow Dash followed Fluttershy home.
Something she hadn't done for the last couple months.
Too caught up in preparations for track meets, aiming for gold and high placements in everything else. Anything she could do to raise her records to a new horizon before the year, their last year, came to a close.
But with her many sports clubs were winding down.
Tests.
Exams.
College visits.
They were eating into her teammates' practice time and she found herself with nothing to do for the first time in a long time. Dash spent that time kicking the ball around with Scootaloo, her favorite freshman, before the kid was called home.
Free time, what was Rainbow Dash supposed to do with that?
Applejack and Pinkie Pie were doubling down on their studies. Rarity had her day booked with running from internship to internship, trying boost her resume when it was already fine. Sunset Shimmer laughed at them, acting that she was too good to feel the pressure. What? Didn't ponies have colleges and universities they had to jump hoops to get into? Dash was doing the same thing, focusing on sports until you know... it puttered out.
And Fluttershy was-
Rainbow Dash stood next to the Welcome To Everfree Park sign, grass-splattered soccer ball resting on her left hip as a bus pulled up to the sidewalk. She then remembered whose house was nearby when she saw a familiar pink head step off the bus.
“Hey! Hey, Fluttershy!”
Fluttershy was even nice to pay for her bus fare and everything.
Of course, Dash would pay her back.
Eventually.
The ride was short, winding through the unclaimed and untamed wilderness of Everfree Park. Fluttershy having to catch three buses daily, two for just getting to her side of the city.
Little words exchanged between them.
"What have you been up to, Fluttershy?"
"Volunteering at the Whitetail Animal Shelter. It's kitten season again and-"
Alright, so Fluttershy talked her little pink head off all the way to her apartment building.
All of the way.
Going on and on about cat this and strange thief of all their animal hair care products that.
Dash asked questions and pretended to understand half of what was running out of her mouth. Once Fluttershy got fired up, there was nothing that could put that motor-mouth out. Through the building's front doors and up the staircase, the two filled the hall with light chatter -mostly one-sided chatter- as Fluttershy leaned against her door.
Room 108.
"-So that's why you have to leave the mother cat alone when she finds where she wants to give birth. Most female cats like dark and small places but when Cookie Crumble refused to be moved the Mane-iac suit costume, we just had to let her finished. Dr. Soft Touch promised to get the suit cleaned for the cosplayer but she demanded to have the adoption form. Something about wanting mighty foes to spare with in her off-time. What a nice lady." Fluttershy finally paused for a breath and Dash took her chance. "Cookie Crumble had four adorable little kittens and-"
"Fluttershy," Dash said, sighing. "As interesting as that story is, I'm really tired of being on my feet. Can we take this party inside?"
Her friend blinked.
"Aren't we inside?"
"Well, I kinda don't see your couch out here." Dash gestured to the empty hallway and its brown carpet. It seemed the sticky humidity had made its way inside the apartment building, the way the carpet sunk under her sneakers with a eerie slush sound. "Unless, you got rid of it and went with no furniture at all. Fluttershy? Are you there?" She snapped her fingers as Fluttershy froze, her eyes distant as sweat pooled on her brow. "Fluttershy, anyone home?"
Then blinked again, flushing to her roots.
"Oh, I'm so sorry, Dash. It's this heat." Fluttershy fished through her bag, took out her key and opened the door. "Makes me into a scatterbrain. If Junior Volunteer Applebloom hadn't stopped me, I'd would have come home with a sneaky baby bunny in my bag. Everyone in the station wants to call him the Terror but that's nonsense. He's an angel-"
Fluttershy gabbed away, sliding off her green slides before the stoop and heading to her room. Rainbow Dash had been to her friend's new digs every once in a while but it still had a new house smell. Some plans would have to be arranged to liven things up around here. A home shouldn't smell just like scented candles and clean carpets. Fluttershy had much to learn.
It would have been a cramped apartment for a family of four.
That's what the super was looking for before her friend talked him into letting her have the place. But it suited Fluttershy just fine. Three bedrooms, two bathrooms, a combined kitchen and living room with a balcony with a nice side view of Everfree Park.
Dash knew the main reason her childhood friend wanted the place. It was as close to the Everfree as she could afford on her monthly lump sum of cash. The woods and the wonder drew her in. Always has. If Fluttershy had the money, Dash had little doubt on her mind that she wouldn't build a little cottage right on the edge.
Inside Fluttershy's narrow hallway, she dropped the soccer cleats hanging off her shoulders. Dumped her sports' bag a little further in. Concrete, grime and sweat oozed from her pores and she stretched, wondering who she had to jump on for a cold shower. Dash headed inward, passing the tiny clean kitchen until she stood in front of the glass balcony doors. Floral printed curtains pushed to the side.
The work of Rarity by the look of it.
Dash peered through it, bored. She caught the ending embers of the setting sun as it fell, shading everything a blood orange. Then the apartment balcony that was right across. It looked exactly the same, though with the clay floor and tall metal railing, she couldn't see anything that might have been placed there. She could see the glass doors on the other side, looking dusty and unused. The black metal lining it rusting into a runny copper red. But the curtains shifted somewhat, catching her attention until she heard the light steps of her friend coming her way.
Dash sat down on a nearby chair, yanking her socks off as she waited for Fluttershy to get on her case about lining her shoes properly. Her not-completely-lame friend walked right passed her and opened the door. Dash looked up, seeing Fluttershy's naked rear as the girl almost stepped out.
“Fluttershy!?”
Even from behind, Fluttershy's blush ran down her back and ending just about above her ass.
“I can see your everything.”
Dash sputtered, getting on her feet and turning her friend around. She grabbed Fluttershy's breast, squeezing it as she made a fist with the soft flesh trembling between her fingers. Like she was squishing marshmallows, Dash resisted the urge to slide her head in-between the whorish globs and inhale. They felt so good and as she squeezed harder, they made such nice sounds.
Squish.
Gush.
Oh, Dash. Please- Ah, I didn't do anything.
“Why are you rubbing your *big tits** in my face?*”
It's an old joke taken from way back when.
This. All of this.
Rainbow Dash might be the fastest, the coolest and the most awesome person anyone could ever meet but Fluttershy always, always had to out-do her. She was taller. She was nicer. Her breasts came first. Her breasts just had to be bigger, larger than Dash's fine C-plus cups. Fluttershy even got special privileges that Dash had to ring out of her one faithful summer.
Like the important stuff as to why shouldn't Rainbow Dash get to go inside the boy's bathroom too!
And most importantly, Fluttershy acted like it didn't matter.
It always mattered.
And let's not even get started with the swinging dick.
With Fluttershy squirming in her hands, pleading for mercy, Dash ogled her nude form. Peach yellow skin. The trio of moles on her left hip. Light fading scars on her inner thighs. The ripe watermelons that sat on her chest and the candy cream color of her wide flat nipples. Dash dropped her hold of the breast, resorting to squeezing her friend's eager pebble-like nubs. She pulled and pulled as Fluttershy made excuses that sounded more like moans the longer she held on.
Even at her mercy, Fluttershy stood statuesque, towering over her even as she groped her tits. Dash's eyes wandered downward, seeing her friend's cock grow half-hard from the stimulation.
Dash had seen the sight many times over their friendship and had to stuff a groan.
The cock; wide in girth and long with a thin blue vein that made a looping circle if you held it in the light. And was quick to stick itself into her side, always happy to see her.
It was something she couldn't beat in any contest. Fluttershy was awesome in a way she couldn't compete in.
If Dash had one of those, the possibilities would be endless. Short list: The first thing she would do is write her name in some snow. The second thing would be to bake Tumble Stone and his cousins a cream-filled cake and see how they like it.
Why did Fluttershy always had to out-do her in the places where she couldn't even predict?
She considered being a dick, heh.
Grinding her knee into Fluttershy to feed her self-righteous something -she wasn't envious, persay. Fluttershy just wasn't using it right- but changed her mind once her unwitting victim slapped her hand away.
Dash backed away but only a little.
Why shouldn't she grind into Fluttershy's cock?
Make her knees buckle?
Make her blow her load?
Tilt her long dick into her face and have her cum, creampie-ing herself?
“I'm not.” Fluttershy heaved, unfolding a towel Dash hadn't noticed and protecting the rest of her unmolested treasure. Dash flicked the towel dubiously but her friend went on regardless. “I might have just a intsy, tinsy bit forgot that you were here.”
“We came in together.” Dash pointed at herself, scoffing. "I listened to you go on and on about kitties this and that. You couldn't be bothered to remember that I was here and that I loathe your-" Her voice turned into hisses. "-nubile form. Seductress, have at thee!"
Fluttershy, for her part, only looked sheepish.
“Usually, you would be going through my refrigerator. Watching tv.” That was true. “It's been quiet and I've gotten used to being mostly by myself. I'm sorry, please don't be mad.”
“Excuses.”
Dash pretended to march away before turning on her heels, snatching the towel.
“What do you need this for?”
“Sunbathing.” Fluttershy claimed, holding out a hand. Unfettered, Dash twisted the towel and swatted at Fluttershy's flat behind. At least, Dash had the bigger ass. Her friend went to protect her ass cheeks a little too late. Like a speedy blur, her next strike made it through. A lovely-sounding smack echoed out, the bruise turning a delicious red. “Rainbow.”
Of course the girl with the average ass would never a big fan of ass play on herself, the hypocrite.
“Don't Rainbow me, Tittyshy.” Dash said, skirting by Fluttershy's futile attempts to reclaim her towel. Her pretty titties bounced and clapped, momentary hypnotizing Dash into standing still. “I wanna know why you're parading your slutty bits like you own the place. Think of the children.”
“But I do own the place.” Fluttershy just had that way about her. Dash couldn't tell if she was being serious or was winding her up. “Uncle Ripple just comes to check up on me from time to time.”
“That's right.” Dash went on. “Brag about your privilege to be alone and be nasty in your house.” Fluttershy pouted at her, using the best arsenal in her toolbox but Dash wouldn't be stopped. This was too much fun. “How disgusting.” She intoned, looking away as if the sexy sight turned her stomach.
Fluttershy clamped on the towel, pulling it weakly away. Dash let it go, her hands falling on her hips. “So why are you sunbathing? There are people living right across from you. All of their balconies face this way." Dash crossed her arms. "I didn't know you were running a peepshow."
“Oh um, Rarity got me into it." Her friend said, blushing even harder. Dash came closer, smirking as she wagged her eyebrows. "Not running a peepshow, get your mind out of the gutter." Flustered, Fluttershy started rocking back and forth on her ankles. It might have not been a peepshow but Fluttershy knew she was up to something naughty. But her well titty-ed friend's definition of naughty was often underwhelming. Dash did not hold her breath as the totally shifty girl sped through the rest of her explanation.
"She wanted someone who could understand the importance of a pre-tan. You know, before the summer hits so we wouldn't hit the beach looking pasty.” Fluttershy admitted, patting her towel as she pointed beyond the glass. “The apartment blocks are arranged in a way that nobody above or below can see me. I've checked. Even did experiments. Nobody's sent me a complaint yet. And... And... The neighbor there passed away in their sleep and nobody has moved in as of yet.”
Did she want a cookie? Why so eager to defend sunbathing, Fluttershy?
“Pfft.” Dash unhooked the latch to the balcony and slid the door open. A springtime breeze darted in, shaking the curtains. She stuck out a thumb, pointing to the dark curtains of the other apartment. “Are you sure?”
“Yes.”
And with that, Fluttershy strolled past Dash. Wasn't expecting that. She laid out her towel on the beach chair set outside, surrounded by numerous bird feeders and potted plants. Her friend sat down, tying her air in a half-bun, half-ponytail.
Then fell backwards with a happy-sounding thump. Dash felt a blush rising, Fluttershy looked really good when she was happy.
“I would've noticed the curtains move.”
She said after a little while, turning her face towards Dash.
“Or lights come on at night. Wanna join me? It's really, really, really nice.”
“You wouldn't notice anything with your eyes closed like that.” Dash muttered, raising her voice for her next words. “Pass. I'm going to swing for a quick shower.”
“There's some vegi chili-dogs in the fridge. Heat it up no less than five minutes.”
“The cheese explosion of Cloudsdale Upper Prep was not me, not matter how much Radiant Falls claims it. That woman betrayed me.” And with that, Dash was about to leave until she saw something flash out the corner of her eye.
Dash squinted, looking for anything out of the ordinary but ultimately chose to walk away.
After teasing Fluttershy a few more times for good measure, Rainbow Dash accepted her offer. They would lay outside together around six, letting the sun paint their skin. But Dash always felt an unease, a feeling that they were being watched. Her friend alleviated her fears, saying that they could be seen by a passing car or a helicopter. Things that had the girl red to the nines when she talked about it but only closing her legs slightly.
Dash felt sly, catching her pure and kind friend freely expose herself.
It served Tits-and-Bits right to gain an exhibition kink. And Fluttershy had it bad.
Her friend would spread her legs wide, letting her member hang between them as her pussy was out on full display. She'd sit upwards, turning her body as her smooth breasts bounced and nipples bloomed. Fluttershy's body came alive as Dash's eyes wandering over her sensual form. Daring her to reach out and touch.
They'd been friends for a long time. This wasn't something she was unfamiliar with.
On one day in particular, Dash came by wearing a new set of bra and panties.
She rarely matched in underwear, throwing on whatever was clean and easy to wear. Despite what she planned to do with them, you know, to soften them up, she picked her favorite colors. The lace-littered ocean-blue stripped bra cups was shell-shaped, pushing her breasts up while leaving the top half exposed. She liked the feel of the contrasts of fabrics brushing against her skin, making her tits twitch with excitement as she walked. Her lower half were over-done and lacy to the point of being gaudy.
Dash imagined that Rarity would have calmed down with the tiny red ribbons in the back.
After all, who would want to make these on purpose than if they didn't want them to get this treatment?
Her mom had been getting on her case to pick something -shopping went a whole lot smoother once she did- that wouldn't wind up covered in grass stains and she went with the frilliest thing she could find. The new garments were just a size too small and stretched across her large backside, the stripes painting a map of red lines and loops on her ass.
Dash strutted out into the balcony, unbuttoning her school shirt as she shimmied out of her skirt. “Guess what time it is?” She shouted, peeling off her black tights before wiggling her butt in Fluttershy's face.
“They're perfectly fine underwear, Dash.” Fluttershy said, sighing. “I don't even want to know what your mom thinks when we do this.”
“It's tradition.” Dash purred, backing her ass bumped into Fluttershy's middle. “They took like forever to get on.” She slapped her butt. “I can't possibly get them off myself.”
Fluttershy's hands went up and down her hips, massaging the red and raw skin caused by the tight panties. She hooked one finger between elastic bands clinging to her butt cheecks, pushing it out of the way as her hand rubbed the skin there. Dash smiled, still wagging her ass. Fluttershy was always gentle. The slow exploration of her skin made the tenderness not feel so bad. Dash liked the pain a little, thin cords cutting into her but the worse thing about elastic bands was the fact they made everything itched.
Then Fluttershy took hold of both sides, tugging the material until it collected between both cheeks and her crouch. She slid a finger to her front and began stroking her, making Dash let out a sigh.
What else was a clitoris for other than to be a doorbell, ringing out as the blood and pleasure collected towards her middle.
And why did Fluttershy have to play ding-dong-ditch so much? It drove her batty.
Warmth and tingles shooting off around her body like she stepped on a live wire started slowly as Fluttershy's thin fingers scraped and taunted, making Dash want throw her on the ground. Then rip the panties to shreds, ending the fun.
Nah, she didn't want to end it like that.
But why did the process have make her feel so antsy at first?
Maybe she should've rubbed one end before coming over her?
Could have made all of this faster.
Her clit came alive, poking through her folds that was growing wet. She squirmed as the juice made the fabric stick even closer to her crouch, almost chafing as it tightened around her flesh. It was about to get good if she could hold on just a little longer. Fluttershy switched to using her knuckles, grinding into Dash's panties. The smell of her juices rose in the air and Fluttershy's happy friend poked her from behind.
"Hello, Dickshy!" Dash said under her breath.
The wet spot in her underwear grew wider, drops of clear cum sprinkling between her thighs. She rocked her thighs, making her legs slick as the juice made a shallow pool between her feet. Dash snickered, her hands wandering to her bra and freeing her girls. What was wrong with helping Fluttershy along? Her perky and perfectly big enough tits flopped into her hands. Then she went to work, twisting her rosebud nipples, eyes fluttering to a close as she felt her orgasm close at hand. Dash played with them, her hips trembling until she had enough.
“Shy, stop. I'm-I'm close.”
Now soaking wet, her panties lurched as Fluttershy yanked on the front, straining the lacy design that decorated it.
Fluttershy whispered into her ear.
“Front or back?”
“Front." She whispered back, voice husky and breathless.
"Don't want all your hard work to go to waste.” Dash said with a leer.
Tugging her underwear to its limits, Fluttershy yanked on the body of the panties, stretching and straining the fabric until there was enough room for her to maneuver into. Then she slid in her eager dick, the head dripping with white cum as it rubbed against her clit. Together, their juices intermingled as Dash sniffed at the air. She always had a salty aroma but Fluttershy always smelled lighter, fruity. The blend of their insides obeyed gravity, spilling onto the floor and drenching their feet. It smelled pretty nice. Dash wondered if she should have brought use a condom.
Sure, she couldn't get pregnant from her friend but maybe they should've put down towels? This was going to be a pain in the ass to clean later.
“Stop teasing, Shy.” She said instead, her words turning wispy. “Please.”
“But this is my favorite part, Rainbow Slutty Dash.” The cock's head stroked her dripping pink lips, sliding across the folds and poking against the tent of the underwear.
The fucking tease, why did it have to feel so fucking good?
Dash could end this right now.
Just grab a-hold of Fluttershy's hips and sink herself on that dick.
Instead, her mouth fell open. Huffing, she tried to fight off the pressure growing in her core, demanding that she squeeze and give herself a speedy exit to instant pleasure. No way. She was going to ride this out. The panties stretched even further, ending in a slight ripping sound wasn't missed by the both of them.
“Are you ready?”
Dash nodded as Fluttershy guided her to the floor and on her back. The cool floors slowing her impending something if Teasing Titty-shy didn't hurry up! Fluttershy entered her, every inch of her cock rubbing against Dash's quivering inner walls. Fucking finally. Dash arched, hands reaching up to grab at her friends' shoulders. She puffed words "Come on- Come on-" that made her head hurt "Baby- Harder-" as the cock pushed the rest of the way in, feeling ridiculously full.
At times like this, it was kinda cool when Fluttershy had a dick and she didn't.
The way they came together, fitting like a pair of hands clasping. It felt so right.
When they did this, it made her unbelievably sappy.
The last rays of the sun rained on them but Fluttershy kept it bay. Freak-ish tall, big tits and dangy bits, scaredy-cat, wimpy Fluttershy that took her breath away every time. Dash rolled her eyes, sending all gushy thought to the back of head.
Shit like that drove her bananas.
Instead, she focused the only thing that should be on her mind.
Cumming last and making the tease beg for mercy.
And so, they fucked.
Fluttershy rocking back and forth. Her dick pounding the bundles of muscle that made Dash writhe and beg. Mostly for show. Fluttershy liked to see her to lose control but Dash was hanging on, fighting back. She latched onto the tease's neck, peppering it in drive-by hickies and bites that messed up Fluttershy's rhythm. Fluttershy, as Rainbow Dash knew since they were young, true story, was actually a sadist. She knew how to control her strokes to keep her going for hours while making sure Dash couldn't remember her own name by the end.
Too much of that, Dash's lips or hands on anything of hers, and Fluttershy might go off early like a grenade without its pin.
As they leaned over each other, Dash's nipples clapped against Fluttershy's large tits.
Purposely.
Titty-shy always had to be a cheater. Knowing that her nipples were more sensitive.
Dash groaned, running her nails along Fluttershy's back. Softly. Hard. Then soft again. Dash knew what she was doing. The dick inside of her slowed, nearly coming to a halt as the teasing slut fought off the urge slam into her. Dash knew she wanted to. Sweat ran between them, saliva and kisses winding up everywhere. Their breasts clapped with each thrust, the pain and pleasure intermingling. It still felt like she was too close. Dash moaned soundlessly as Fluttershy made soft, flighty gasps.
Neither of them wanted to cry out first.
Dash bit her lip, pushing her hips up to join each meeting. Their nipples sticking together as they sped up. The meeting lovely, the parting painful. Damn, she couldn't stop it this time. Her thighs shook, her body clenched and then she came, squirting juices as she tried not to give in. Her head roared as she felt her mouth fly open. Damn it. Titty-winning-Shy came right after, her dick dutifully driving away before hot liquid shot off inside.
She won this time, the dick.
Huffing, Dash bumped into Fluttershy's nose as they came together. The universal sign of all the gooey stuff she'd never say out loud.
Fluttershy smiled, eyes hiding the smirk inside -Dash knew- , and they kissed. Sweet, but Fluttershy was such a fucker.
“I can't believe we did that to your underwear.”
The garment in question was destroyed beyond all recognition, slick with vaginal juices and white cum. She seen worse when she convinced Fluttershy to have at her in a dressing stall in the city. Good times. Dash thumbed the waist band and chucked the panties off. In the wash they would go and after several hard scrubs, they'd be good for regular use. Creamy goo dripped down her legs as Dash stumbled onto the railing.
She saw her reflection in the window in the next apartment. Hello, sex fiend. Still somewhat horny, she rubbed a nipple. She could go again. Her breasts rested against the railing, body relaxing as the cum began drying off and she smelled up a storm.
“You feel like another round?”
“Give me a few minutes.”
Fluttershy said, the sound of the door opening and the girl's feet padding away on the hard wood floor.
“Are you going to help with clean up?”
“Maybe.”
Rainbow Dash smiled to herself. The sun shining over her and the day ending on a rather happy note until she noticed the red gleam of a camera staring back at her.
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.”
