I sat on the hard bleachers by the track, like I found myself doing more and more these days, 'keeping Rainbow Dash company' while she worked out. She was the only one running today – probably because of the unseasonably hot weather – and as usual, I was the only one sitting and watching. Rainbow thought of me as her 'personal cheering section', so I liked to come watch her. Well, maybe that wasn't the only reason I liked to watch her, but nobody needed to know that.

Here she came around again, bouncing up and down with the rhythmic tap-tap of her running shoes. She wore only a tight white tank-top, sweatbands around her wrists and ankles, and of course her tiny red running shorts. I smiled as she approached the bleachers, and she smiled back. She always said that having me there motivated her to run farther and faster. I was glad to be helpful.

I bit my lip just a little once she zoomed by. Those red shorts were my very favorite to see her in. I could never wear something like that in public – they were hardly anything more than panties, really. But Rainbow Dash could pull it off. Mmm, pulling them off...

As she headed around the farthest part of the oval again, I let myself entertain a brief fantasy of seeing Rainbow pull those tiny red shorts off. I was sure she didn't wear anything beneath them, and they were even thin enough I could be pretty sure she was completely shaved down there... It made me fidget against the bench, the warm metal rubbing against my own panties, under my short green skirt.

Oh how I wished I could tell Rainbow how I felt about her! How many days had I sat on the sidelines, watching her like this? How long had I been dressing myself up as cute as I could, hoping she would notice me? My skirt was ruffled and so short I had to be extra careful whenever a bit of breeze blew through or when bending over and sitting down ... my white tank top was almost as tight as hers, and I also hadn't worn a bra underneath. I knew Rainbow liked girls, I knew it for sure! So why didn't she ever notice when my huge boobs poked their nipples through my top, or when I wore a skirt small enough to risk exposing myself to everyone?

I knew I should probably approach her, tell her how I felt ... but I could never do that, never. It just wasn't in me. Every time I'd tried to – and I had tried ever so many times – I just ended up stammering and then mumbling something about the weather. She had to notice me, she just had to! Otherwise, I'd be here forever, waiting for the perfect opportunity that would never come.

Rainbow came around again. Though she obviously wasn't wearing a bra, her boobs hardly bounced at all, even though they were decent-sized. Only a tiny jiggle each time her foot hit the pavement. They must be so firm! If only I could touch them someday...

“Come on, Fluttershy,” Rainbow said as she passed, “Why don't you join me for the last couple laps?”

I didn't answer, and I stayed in my seat. There was no way I could run, especially not in this outfit! My boobs weren't like hers; full and pillowy-soft, they would be flopping and bouncing all over the place, not to mention how the back of my skirt would probably fly up and expose me in front of... Well, there wasn't anyone else here to see, but still. I could never risk it!

Tap-tap tap-tap, she came around again before I'd even managed to catch my breath and recover from the idea of being seen out there. “You'll love it!” She beckoned me out with a wave of her wrist.

But I stayed right where I was, clutching my arms around myself and pulling at the big pink ribbon I'd put in my hair. It was okay, I told myself, there was no way I could keep up with her anyway. I'd just be slowing her down.

Instead, I just watched her. I loved watching her thin, hard body leaping down the track so fast she made it look effortless. She was magnificent, built for speed and full of power and grace. Oh, I was so stupid to think I could ever be with her!

This time when Rainbow came around, she slowed to a jog, then a walk, and came up to the edge of the bleachers. She sucked in huge breaths of the hot air, making her flat belly heave in and out, and a sheen of sweat glistened on all her exposed skin ... and wasn't there quite a lot of exposed skin to see...?

I had to consciously stop myself from licking my lips. No, I couldn’t let her know I saw her that way. It would ruin this special time we had together. Instead, I stood up and walked down to her. I tried to put a swing in my step, to sway my generous hips, but she was too busy recovering from her run to notice.

As I reached her, she grabbed the bottom of her tank top and pulled it upward. I froze and stared as she pulled it higher and higher, exposing the smooth perfect contours of her belly to me. The sweat-damp skin shone in the sunlight.

I gasped when she went high enough to even show a little of the underside of her boobs, unable to help myself and sure she was about to flash me for some inexplicable, wonderful reason.

But no, She rolled the bottom of her shirt up and let it stay against her chest. But still, it let me see a mouth-wateringly huge part of her body, from the definite angle where the bottom of her boobs met her chest all the way down to where her belly dwindled down into a little triangle between her hips and disappeared into those shorts that didn't really hide anything anyway. Only after staring for far too long did I finally remember to breathe; I started panting a little. I couldn’t help myself.

“You alright, Fluttershy?” Rainbow grabbed her water bottle and gave me a look.

Oh I was a sucker for those pink eyes and the amazing way her colorful mane always looked great even though she didn't care for it at all! The way her bangs hung just a little over her face was so... Wait! I had to respond, or she'd know! “I, um... well, I...”

'You're hot too, huh? It really is a scorcher today!” She raised her sport bottle to her lips and opened the nozzle with her teeth.

As she began sucking it down, I couldn't help but stare at the way her perfect-without-makeup lips puckered and wrapped around the tip of it. Fantasies filled my head, fantasies of her doing almost the exact thing to me, her teeth teasing at one of my full nipples before she pressed her lips against my breast and suckled me until I screamed in ecstasy. She would probably grab the other one in her hand and squeeze until the soft flesh of my boob bulged out between her fingers, and her other hand would—

Rainbow pulled the bottle away with a pop and wiped a hand over her forehead. “I don't blame ya for being a little short of breath. Heck, just look at me, sweating like a racehorse!” She wasn't kidding about that. As I looked, a few beads of sweat from her cleavage joined together and trickled down the long, smooth curve of her belly.

Without hardly realizing what I was doing – I guess my subconscious planned it all for me – I pulled the ribbon from my hair and offered it to her.

She had just started taking another long swig from the bottle, but she saw me out of the corner of her eye and put her water down again. “Really? I can't use that! Thanks, but it's way too nice. I'd ruin it.”

“Please, take it,” I told her. “I don't mind, really.”

“Fluttershy...”

“I... I know, it's not good enough. I'm sorry. I should have brought you a towel or something. I'm so—”

She grabbed my wrist. “Hey, I didn't say that! It's fine, It's just—”

“So you'll take it?”

Rainbow sighed. “Fine... But don't blame me if it never smells right again!” She snatched the wide pink ribbon out of my hands. “And ... thanks, I guess. I've already soaked all the way through everything else.”

My jaw dropped and my mouth hung open as she began wiping herself down with my ribbon. She rubbed it across her face first, holding it with both hands. Her skin always looked so vivid and fresh, even though she never used any makeup. Then she wiped her arms down, and I gawked at her small but powerful muscles. But what really lit my fire was when she rubbed it up and down over her belly, around herself to the well-defined contours of her back... She even tucked it up underneath her tank-top and wiped off her boobs! By that time, the ribbon was pretty much soaked, but she still did slide it down each of her big, strong thighs.

I loved watching it ... it was probably the most erotic thing I'd ever seen her do. Well, other than that one time she came to the sauna and wore nothing but a towel. But this was even more intense – I could watch her vibrant skin move just a little under the ribbon... And this was so much more personal, because it was my ribbon!

Rainbow wrung the ribbon out in her hands, dripping the collected sweat down onto the pavement between us. She handed it back to me with a shrug. “Heh, sorry... and, um, thanks.”

“Anytime, for a friend.” I knew I was blushing, and I really hoped she would just think that was because of the heat as well.

“Aw, you're the greatest!” Rainbow surprised me by darting forward and wrapping her arms around me.

I knew it was just a friendly hug, but as I slid my hands behind her back, feeling her hot, damp skin, I couldn't help but be conscious of Rainbow's body pressing against mine. Her solid boobs pushed into mine, making them swell out around hers. I could feel every bit of her hard and firm body through the thin fabric of my top. Her waist was so thin! My hands explored the long curves of her back, one hand under her hair near her shoulders, and the other hand as low as I dared – as low as I could bring it without coming too close to groping that wonderful little round ass of hers.

She pulled away soon, far too soon for what I wanted. My hands slid off of her, tracing around her waist as she stepped back.

I was speechless, but Rainbow didn't seem to think anything of it. “So, same time tomorrow?” she asked.

A nod and a smile was all I could give her. A lot of me wanted to yell out loud and declare my love for her right then and there. Another very specific part of me wanted to drag her off behind the bleachers and have her touch me in ways I hadn't been touched since that embarrassing 'practice' at Junior Speedsters Camp. But there was another part of me I just couldn't get past, the part that always got in the way when I came close to Rainbow, the part that told me I was foolish to think I could ever be good enough for her.

“Okay, see you then!” Rainbow grabbed her water bottle and jogged off toward the locker room.

All I could do was stand and stare, the dripping ribbon limp in my hand, as she went away yet again. Of course, I was also staring because I could never get enough of seeing her thick round ass cheeks bulging out from the too-short bottom of those red running shorts. Maybe I should have done a few laps ... maybe that would give me an excuse to go to the showers with her...

Goddess, she was so beautiful from that angle! From any angle...

I play the memory of those bouncing cheeks and tiny red shorts through my mind over and over again, and I arch my back against my bed at home, my panties around my ankles and my skirt pulled up high. One hand clutches that pink ribbon tight and presses it against my nose. The smell of her is intoxicating; I'm never going to wash this ribbon again!

The other hand is where my skirt would be covering, if I had any modesty or self-control. I'm letting myself imagine that the delicate fingers inside me are her fingers ... letting myself imagine that the hot, wet softness my fingers feel is her private treasure.

It's getting to me; my legs are tensing up and I'm breathing in tiny panting gasps. I stifle a moan with the fabric of the ribbon as my mind goes once more over her perfect body: her long, athletic legs; the incredible tight curves of her ass; her smooth, flat belly and her toned back; the way a little of her breasts bulged out under her rolled tank-top; the lean, curving muscles in her neck I wanted to kiss so badly; her perfect lips, wrapped around the rim of that water bottle ... or maybe wrapped around one of my big pink nipples and—

“Aaa-ah-ah! Mmmm!” My hips thrust up and down against my hand, and I squeal my orgasm out to the empty room, unable to control myself as my body clenches around my still-wiggling fingers. It's far more intense than usual, flooding me with a pleasure I can't contain, a wave that washes through me and splashes right over my usually-tight self control. “Aaah,” I cry out loud again, for once not caring who might hear me. “Unnh! Ooh!”

Rainbow bursts in through my front door, her eyes wide. “Fluttershy! Are you okay? I heard you screaming and I—“ She freezes in place. “Oh...”

I flip my skirt back down to hide my shame, and I hastily stuff the ribbon under my pillow, but it's too late – she already saw everything. And anyway, there's no way she can mistake the panties still around my ankles. I gulp. “Um... Hi, Rainbow Dash. I, uh, I didn't expect you...”

“Yeah, showering was quick because nobody else was there, so I thought I'd come by and see if you wanted to go to...” She finally managed to look away from me, hiding her eyes. “You know, it doesn't matter anymore now.”

“Please don't hate me,” I squeaked.

“Hate you? Never! It's just that...” She glanced back at me, but quickly covered her eyes again. “Well, um, we need to talk.”

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