An alert pops up on your screen. Its momentary ephemeral brightness almost offends your tired eyes as you stare into the flickering computer screen, the sole light in the darkness of your bedroom. You open the new message from HealthHotty25, a mare you’ve been messaging for the last eight weeks on notforeveralone.com. She doesn’t have many pics, but the ones you’ve seen suggest that she’s young and not bad looking. Surprisingly, she’s single, in your area, and best of all, interested.

“I didn’t get the job. :(” –HealthHotty25

You feel a flash of compassion for her. You type back.

“Why not? What happened?” –SnappyPegasus

“They said I need to learn how to pose better. I bet I’m just ugly.” –HealthHotty25

“What? You’re not ugly.” –SnappyPegasus

“It’s happened the last six times in a row, directors telling me I need to learn how to look good on stage.” –HealthHotty25

“Looking good on stage isn’t the same as just being regular attractive. Seriously, in the pics I’ve seen of you, you’re really hot. If it’s any consolation, just taking pretty pictures isn’t the same as being a decent photographer, according to the rejection letters I’ve gotten from different places.” –SnappyPegasus.

“Thanks. Your stuff’s nice, too. <3” –HealthHotty25

Your heart flutters a bit as you read her message. You can’t help but smile broadly as her kind words.

“You know how I’m meeting you tomorrow for coffee?” –HealthHotty25

“Yeah.” –SnappyPegasus

Fuck yeah is more like it, given how much you’ve been looking forward to finally seeing her for real. Or is it fuck no, given the deep feeling of dread which manifests in the pit of your stomach?

“Well, my friends who’re models are going to be in town tomorrow, and she wants to hang at my place.” –HealthHotty25

The words flash on your screen. For a moment, they mean nothing. Then, you feel the disappointment in your gut. Damnit, so much for your plans. This is what happened the last time you were scheduled to meet – she sent you a message just a couple hours before telling you she was going to be stuck at work on account of fallout from an accident involving the release of a large cloud of poison joke. You debate whether to ask directly if you should even bother showing up, or if you were still welcome to come. After all, rejection’s rejection, regardless of the semantic difference between the changed plans not including you by design or the new plans simply not having enough room for you. As you sit there, an idea begins to form in your head as you look at the words. A few key ones link together as a lightbulb turns on in your brain. Hurriedly, you type.

“If they’re models, then how about I come by and we can each get a little lesson in how to do photoshoots? I understand and it’s okay if you want to spend time with your friend. It’s just that this is a good opportunity and I don’t have to be there very long – just show up, say hi, get a few pointers, and be done in five, ten minutes tops.” –SnappyPegasus

“Um…” –HealthHotty25

You step away from the keyboard to go make yourself a cup of tea. It’ll occupy a few minutes while you wait for the inevitable ‘sorry but I can’t, so no’ messages to come. You put the water in the kettle and select your favorite, some nice exotic green needle tea. You place it in a strainer and wait for a boil. You look at the clock. Dear Celestia, it’s already three A.M., and you know from experience that nothing good happens past two A.M. online and one A.M. IRL. You dodge back into your bedroom and check your computer.

“Lemme checker…” –HealthHotty25

As you return to the kitchen for your tea, you mumble groggily, “At least she’s nice enough to make it look like she’s trying to still make it happen. Who am I kidding? She had the day all nice and open last time, too, right up until she suddenly had to spend her entire day off at work, and this time won’t be any different. She doesn’t really want to see me, does she?” Crestfallen, the peppy boil of the water and the bracing aroma of the leaves and brew do little to lighten your mood. It’s been a long night. You take a deep sniff and let out a sigh. What’s with you being so negative? Last time was a real emergency, so you could do with showing a little more good faith. She said she’d try to work it out and get in touch with her friends, whom she didn’t get to see too often by the sound of it. If she’d wanted to be rid of you, there were a thousand easier ways to do it. Damn, you really must be tired if you’re being this cynical. Not like you could really help it, having never been popular with mares in school, and finding yourself still looking chronically single even as your eighteenth spring morphed into your nineteenth summer. Heh, your nineteenth birthday was in five days and you hadn’t even been awkwardly kissed more than once or twice in your life. Cheer up, at least you had a lead now, unlike this time last year, not that it seemed to be doing you any good beyond displacing competitive gaming as your favorite late night pastime.

Several minutes pass. You take a tiny sip of the steaming hot tea. Satisfied, you take out the leaves and go return to your computer. When you are situated again, you see a message on the screen. Just as you expected.

“They both said yes! This is gonna be so cool! Snap, you’re gonna love them! They’ve got got soft spots for sensitive insomniacs, too. :P XD” --HealthHotty25

You rub your eyes. Okay, so her friends were going to be in town and was totally up for meeting you, too and had a soft spot for – this wasn’t at all what you expected! You jitter manically, barely holding back the urge to thrust your fist high into the air and shout like Bulk Biceps. You settle for a nearly silent “Awwwww yyyyeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaahhhh!” Now you’re talking! Three pretty babes eager to meet you for the price of one, and they’re all models, and… There’s three of them… “Dear Princess Celestia, when I said I wanted girls, I meant one at a time.” If the most embarrassing thing that happens to you tomorrow is you die from seeing too much beauty close up, that would be wonderful.

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You stand on the street corner in the bright sunshine of the early afternoon in early September You clutch a piece of paper with your contact’s address on it. Your shoulders ache a bit from feeing the weight of your camera, chargers, tripod, and laptop in the awkward oblong duffle slung across your back. Your boots crunch on the cobblestones as you check the address in your hand against the one nailed in brass to the front door of the modest single story house with the earthy paint scheme and a relatively tall wooden fence. You appear outwardly calm. Inwardly, you almost would’ve rather been tasked with flying through Ghastly Gorge.

You force yourself to go forward up the little path to the front porch. You read the welcome mat. “Enjoy Yourself”. How ironic. You go to ring the doorbell, only to hesitate. You shake your head. Damnit, you are not throwing away something you’ve wanted for who knows how long!

Ding-Dong! You can do it, you can do it! Just don’t fuck this up by saying something stupid, or being a nerdy dweeb, or by getting all awkward. You got this. You can do it, just for the love of Celestia, don’t stare at her tits! Don’t stare at her tits! Don’t stare at her tits! Don’t stare at her tits! “Hey there!” Don’t stare at her – GaZONGas! Right at eye level and pressing against the shiny confines of a thin, pink silk robe.

“Damn, I meant whoa-hi.” Blushing furiously, you redirect your gaze upwards.

She laughs, “You’re Snappy Pegasus, right?”

“Yes, m’lady. May I be so bold as to presume you are HealthHotty25?” You recognize her immediately as Nurse Redheart. You thank Celestia you’ve never had to seek medical attention for anything more embarrassing than once having gotten your hand drunkenly stuck in a traffic cone.

“Yup. Well, don’t just stand there, come inside” She waves enthusiastically at you. You step inside, careful to not trip over the high threshold as the door swings shut with a slam. Well, not you’re in it. And what a companion you have! You really lucked out this time, as before you stands a gorgeous white mare with a juicy, cuvry body, large breasts, and a glossy, pale, pink mane tied up in a ponytail. She wears only a thin bathrobe which barely hangs down midway through her luscious thighs as it rides seductively around her generous hips. Her body forms a definite hourglass figure exaggerated by the curvature of her breasts, covered save for the tantalizing glimpse offered through her low-hanging neckline. You can see the edges of a red brassiere carelessly exposed to view. Her flesh is pale, seductive. You stand nearly equal in height to her.

“Huh-hi,” you stutter, standing in her atrium, seeing the interior of the space where your gorgeous friend lives.

She shakes your hand. She is just as warm and soft as she looks, and friendlier than you’d imagined. “You dehydrated? It’s a hot day.” You just nod as you are too stunned and your mouth is too dry to provide any decent retort. “C’mon, let me get you something.” Before you know what’s happening, your hot host has already filled you up a tall glass of cool, refreshing sweet tea and you’re making small talk in short order. Your gear bag is situated on the counter.

You chat for a bit as you gain your bearings. “Did you ever beat the boss in your game?” You find yourself asking here before long, surprised at yourself – talking to her isn’t any more difficult than talking to anybody else now that you’ve stopped gawking at the gazongas, and you’re already chatting with her like a good friend.

She shakes her head. “Yeah, I finally got past that bull demon.”

“Great,” you smile. “How’d you do it?”

She laughs, “By deciding to just go for it against all odds.”

“You’re braver than me, Redheart. I just shielded like a mofo until he gave me a few seconds to get in a couple hits.” Redheart smiles, her thin lips twisting upward. She cups her pointed chin in her dainty hand. “Did you make it to the next fire?”

“I wish. Some bitch of a dragon just suddenly roasted me when I was walking across the bridge.”

“Ouch, that’s harsh. Happened to me, too.” You chuckle together. Redheart hesistates, grabbing your attention. She looks over the clock on her wall and chews her tongue for a bit. She leans forwards, proffering an easy look at her generous tits through the slit in her robe.

“You okay?”

She nods. “Featherweight, my friends get here in like an hour, so what do you say we get this show on the road?”

Oh that’s right, you’re here for business, too, not just pleasure. “Sure thing; I got all my stuff right here,” you said proudly, patting the pregnant-looking backpack on the counter. “Just tell me where and what and I’ll do it. I presume we’re going to the park, or would you rather do it someplace like in here? I’m even wearing the stereotypical photographer’s outfit.” You indicate your polo shirt and cargo shorts with too many pockets all bulging with odds and ends.

A wicked smile comes over the devilishly sexy mare’s heart-shaped face. “I have a better idea.” Redheart taps you on the hand as she stands up in her short, ass-hugging paper-thin robe. Witnessing her fine legs and booty in motion coupled with her deliberately touching you sends an excited feeling of butterflies in your stomach. Automatically, you follow her with your gear. You find yourself going through her house towards the back door. Her tits and ass jiggle with every step, exciting those desires within you. What were they, D cups? Mmmm, how nice it would be to get a handful of those lovely lady lumps… You tell yourself to calm down, that nothing’s going to happen, that you’re just friends doing something that happens all the time. You hope she doesn’t see the slight protrusion in your shorts…

You follow her out the door, stepping into the brilliant light, you shield your eyes. You hear a splash followed by another seconds later. Then, a wave of something wet crashes into you, causing you to shield yourself on instinct. “No fair!” You balk.

Redheart laughs, “I’m sorry, I’ll warn you the next time I’m about to get you with something soaking wet.” You open your eyes to see through the blinding sunlight that Redheart has taken off her robe, and that what you thought was lingerie was actually a bikini. Her large tits float nicely in the water and glisten in the sun. They look so wonderfully soft and inviting. If only you could ever have a chance at touching such wonders for yourself; such things would sadly have to remain forever outside your realm, considering you were nearly a nineteen year old virgin par excellence. Still, you imagine, what if they were to come out of the top, whether by accident or even on purpose? How delightful that could be. You adjust your pants through your pocket to hide your body’s inevitable response once things get going.

Redheart directs you to a patio and some deck chairs. You trudge over them to and carefully put down your heavy bag with a high of relief. You take out your equipment, starting with the basic camera and tripod. Then you mount a tight focus lens onto the front before setting the shutter speed very high; on a bright day like this with lots of movement and just one subject, you want to capture everything in the crispest detail you can without allowing in too much light and fading out the colors, or wasting space displaying what was otherwise some extremely boring bits of background instead of showcasing the beauty of the model. And what a beautiful model she was! A cute face, pale fur, big rounds breasts which looked like they could have escaped from her not exactly skimpy red bikini, a nice hourglass figure with a flat tummy atop of hips which provided a gentle curve. The thin sides of her bottoms hug her curves nicely, the elastic revealing what the fabric otherwise concealed. While you fiddle with the machinery, Redheart lay on her back, hugging the bottom of her chest. Her rich bosoms look ripe to burst from the confines of her top. You fight down your blush by telling yourself this was just work. Unfortunately, other parts of you are not so easily subdued…

Her eyes meet yours. She grins, giving you an unreadable expression while her hand brushes against her cleavage. It draws your eyes in. Your heart thumps for a moment. “You like what you see?”

“Wh-wh, what!?” You sputter.

She laughs, “Don’t be so stiff; this is just for fun.”

“Oh, yeah, r-right,” you reply, trying to take your thoughts away from being distracted by the sexy. What the hell kind of photographer were you if you couldn’t even handle just one amateur model making idle conversation as you got ready for a photography session?

“Are you scared of mares?”

“What? No!” You shake your head vigorously as you finish dialing in your tripod’s elevation.

“Are you sure?” Redheart teases you with a slight wiggle of her body. “Featherweight, you’re acting like you’ve never seen a mare before.”

Oh the shame of it! Your face may as well be on fire. So much for not embarrassing yourself, let alone making it through even the first half hour with just one mare before even starting the shoot. You admit, “Girls and I kinda more or less always lived in separate universes.”

Her eyes give that devilish twinkle like a cat who’s seen something pounce-worthy. “Oh? Why’s that?”

You just want to get the shoot going, for her to forget you ever said anything and remember this star-crossed meeting as just a onetime thing and go back to just being your internet friend. You sigh, “Redheart, do I have to spell it out to you? I’m a scrawny wimp with the social graces of a banana slug; I never exactly had mares swooning over me left and right. I’m a geek, not someone pretty like you, who could have anyone she wanted, and occupies their time with things more social than video game marathons.” She’s still looking at you. You are stunned at yourself. “I’m sorry for sounding so bitter.”

“Don’t be – that explains a lot, actually,” she answers as she rolls onto her stomach, giving you a look at her trim little ass. “I mean, I know the feeling, too. Being a med student and then a nurse doesn’t give me a quarter the free time I wish I had. I’ve messed around a bit, though I can’t say it’s been a parade of studs for me, either; stallions don’t like it when you can outwork, outearn, and outthink them. Why do you think I maintain a profile on Notforeveralone?”

Intrigued, you reply, “Because you get a charge out of rejecting awkward letters?”

“Because I don’t have time to go looking for a somepony when I spend sixty or more hours a week either at work or on call. And being sorta low on the totem pole means I have to take weekends and party nights. I can’t max out my hours on nice quiet weeknight, no. Instead, I have to be there at ungodly hours on Fridays and Saturdays while everypony else is off having a good time and I’m stuck with having to deal with piles of stallions who took the counsel of at least the better part of a pail of moonshine and decided to try jousting with carts and brooms.”

“That sucks.”

“No kidding. And like the only time stallions hit on me is either when they’re drunk and I’m patching them up, or when they’re not too subtly trying to get in my pants on Notforeveralone.” Redheart grumbled as she stood up, “I’m a mare, damnit! I love screwing as much as the next, but just going on about how you’d love to squeeze and pork me isn’t exactly what I’d call endearing or arousing. I mean, you wouldn’t like it if a mare you just met told you that she wanted to go dragon hunting down your shorts?” You nod sympathetically. “Thanks. As I was saying, I’d like a bit of chemistry, maybe some romance from a stallion. If a guy bothered to get to know me and spent some quality time with me that didn’t revolve around shoving the probe in the orifice. Hell, it’d be one hell of a panty dropper to find a respectful stallion who was just nice to be around; he wouldn’t have to be all that attractive, either.”

You don’t know what to say to her, so you just give your best sympathetic face and nod vigorously yet slowly. Redheart flips her hair back and fixed your eyes firmly with her. She winks at you. You snap the first photo as Redheart faces you squarely standing, holding a pose with her head cocked to one side and her arms held behind her back to cradle the back of her head. She rotates around, giving you a view of her sides. Her tits protrude forward nicely, an effect exaggerated by her chest being thrust out, her arms stretched forwards as if to hug someone invisible You continue to snap photos as you reply, “I can see how you’d feel that way, not that I can relate too much, sorry. You’re sexy, but that doesn’t make you just a sex object.”

A genuine smile spread across her features. “Thank you, Featherweight.”

You grin back at her as you keep shooting uninterrupted. “Bah, it’s nothing; I’d be less than happy if I was treated as just a body, too.”

“Uh-huh. I’ve had stallions call me everything from sexy to hot to bootylicious,” giggles Redheart.

You laugh too, forcing you to stop while you and her both recover composure. “Really? Not twilightlicious or boobylicious? What an ass!”

“Stop it, Feather, you’re gonna kill me!” Pealed out the mare in stitches as her bountiful chest heaved in hysterics.

“Just being cheeky, Red,” you barely get out in between pants.

“My sides!” You are both out of action for nearly a solid minute.

When the two of you finally regain composure, you resume the session. Redheart cups her beautiful breasts and gives a slow, sensuous hypnotic dance with her hips as you take snapshot after snapshot of her body. “How’s this?”

“Good,” you answer. What you really mean is that you are witnessing a true work of erotic art in motion.

“Am I, is it hot?”

You almost cannot believe the question. “Of course!” You fire back with a noticeable blush, which Redheart acknowledges with a goodnatured laugh. “Of course, you’re pretty, clever, and good company.”

“Why thank you. Say, shuffle a bit to your right,” Red heart suggests with a point. Despite your best efforts at keeping your cool, you find your instincts heating up and rearing their ugly head. With each sensual wriggle of her juicy hips, you stiffen, imagining how incredible it must feel to place yourself between those sculpted thighs, causing you to awkwardly shuffle over to hide your boner. You can almost see her slit, envisioning it invitingly welcoming you into it, beckoning to those deep reproductive instincts, the natural urge to fuck until you have no more seed to spill. Damnit, not now, you can’t afford to embarrass myself with a stupid cockup! The slow swaying of her tits grabs your attention as you zoom in and focus on them, imagining getting your hands inside that red bikini, squeezing her soft melons, making little gentle coos as you grabbed and brushed her nipples, feeling her stiffen and soften at your touch, welcoming you to explore her further. You just want to watch her, see her, touch her, feel her, know her every curve and crevice, and just be close to her, oh yes…

You go at it for a good many minutes until you force yourself to call a break to check on the pics, feeling pretty conflicted about wanting to bone your friend silly but also wanting to be more gently intimate, both of those feelings almost but not quite trumped by worrying just how awkwardly and painfully trying to get in her pants would go. “Hey, Redheart, that’s enough; let’s look over what we got.”

Redheart stops thrusting out her charitable chest and looks you in the eye with a hooded stare that makes you imagine primal things. “Okay,” responds the sexy mare as she sashays over to you. Your mind is still thinking of her as a photographic subject, causing you to not even hide your staring. Oh those stirring hips, flat belly and bouncing breasts! You take the camera off the tripod and use it to hide your boner as you flop into the deck chair beside you, at the foot of which rests your laptop bag. As Redheart approaches you, pull out your laptop and take it out of hibernation You adjust your seating for a moment and you feel your dick flop around just as you notice something in your direction bring a curious smirk to Redheart’s white face. The mare stands over you and says, “Let’s have a look, shall we?” as she stands over you with those D-cup tits of hers not even a foot away, barely held in check by that skimpy red bikini. You can almost feel their softness…

“Just a moment, gotta get these on my computer.” you reply as you wait for the computer to get moving before you can open up the software you need.

“Why can’t you just show me on the camera?”

A dozen flimsy excuses vie for your favor before you quell them all by telling her, “Because I can work more easily on a computer, edit things, point things out, make notes, and hold onto everything for later, plus it’s a bigger screen. I’m serious about my photography.”

Redheart nods. “You have quite the hardon for doing it.” You blush like a red neon sign. “Hahaha! Oh, I, I’m just teasing you, Snap,” chuckles Redheart as she claps you on the back with the biggest smile. “So, how about we take a look before my friends get here.”

“Right,” you mumble as you open the files and start with the first one. The heat refuses to leave your cheeks as you go through sexy pic after sexy pic of one of the most beautiful mares you’d ever seen in your life while said mare was looking over your shoulder. And then you notice the soft, warm things pressing into your back. Your fluster deepens. Whatever is responsible for this titanic bit of good luck, please don’t let it all come tumbling down.

“Hey, how do I leave a note?”

You attach your trackball mouse for her sake as you answer, “Like this.” Bravely, you touch her hand. Warm and soft. You place it on the mouse and begin guiding her fingers through the motions. Your initial apprehension vanishes into happy relaxation as your beautiful friend gives your hand a slight squeeze back. In seconds, you have a textbox open. “And that’s how you do it.”

“Thanks,” Redheart says as she presses her tits into you, wrapping her arms around your shoulders and chest to reach the keyboard. She types out, “These pictures are all similar. Let’s try it freestyle with no tripod. It’s nothing my friend can’t help with. she does sexy photoshoots for a living.”

You type back, “K. lol.” She smiles.

Several minutes pass as you leaf through every pictures slowly, one by one, discussing the pose, the shot, the focus, and how you’d rather it’d turned out. It did not take long for a pattern to emerge. “Featherweight, do you think I’m sexy?” Her voice is so tender.

You can barely whisper back, “Yeah. Totally.”

“Then would’ya focus on something other than my tits?”

Damnit! You groan and blush. “Sorry, I don’t have too much freedom on the tripod.”

“At least you’re honest and not a creeper.”

You shift your gaze slightly to meet hers. “What do you mean?”

Redheart brushes her glorious pink mane out of her face, making it cascade gorgeously over her shoulders. “Amateur modeling could pretty much be described as lots of sleazy stallions who think that just because they’re paying pretty, young mares to act sexy in revealing outfits means that they can get us to strip down in exchange for a little extra and go even farther for a little bit more.”

“That’s terrible.” You shake your head.

“That’s why I don’t deal with so-called photographers who don’t have a studio. I’m okay with posing in my underwear or even less, but not somewhere seedy enough to shoot a mob movie with someone who looks like they’ve been banned from every bowling alley in their province.”

Too curious to resist, you ask, “Have you ever modeled…” You swallow. “In the nude?”

Redheart plops down next to you chirping, “Yep! It was actually fun.”

“Doesn’t that count as porn?” You take in her body, imagining her stripping naked while smooth jazz and an electric guitar blaring bow-chicka-wow-wow played. You imagined her naked body, for it was barely concealed by the thin red bikini, and if your eyes weren’t deceiving you, the knots holding on her top in the back didn’t look all that sound. In this position, you could see even between her legs. Her thighs were parted just the least bit – not enough to be inviting, but definitely enticing enough to draw your attention and stir your imagination as you envisioned laying between Redheart’s fine thighs, rutting her as you buried your face in between her magnificent mammaries, each one definitely more than a generous handful.

The mare chuckles, “It’s not porn -- it’s art, or so everybody who does it says. Honestly, if I was doing porn, I’d get a pro, like my other friend, to show me the ropes and make sure I started out right and made contacts”

Your eyes widen. “Your friend does porn?”

“Eeyup,” winks the mare. Well, one of them does. “You can ask her all about it when she gets here.” Standing up, Redheart leaps into the pool before climbing out with a sultry glint in her eye, her intensity only augmented by her wet mane, her wet body glistening in the glorious golden sunlight. Your jaw drops open.

You stand up, glad that your shorts still keep your boner in check, though it is a precarious balance. You can’t lose face in front of Redheart, not now, not now when it looks like she may somehow be into you. You laugh internally. Her being into you? Yeah, right. You knew how this had to go; whenever a mare who was even moderately attractive had paid you any attention, they always wanted you to do something for them, and once they got what they wanted, so much for friendship! Right now, Redheart needed you because she was hoping to get a free photographer to try launching her modeling career. When she didn’t need you anymore, either because some real agency had contracted her, or because she’d given up on the pipe dream, that would be it. But why you? Probably because you looked like the kind of wimp who’d bend over backwards for the first pretty mare to wink at you. It occurs to you that other stallions wouldn’t treat this photo session as just a photo session, but rather as an opportunity to bed one sexy mare, whereas you wouldn’t try anything – you couldn’t, too timid and fearful of rejection. But would it matter if it all would’ve been a game to her in the future if you enjoyed yourself now? What if you made a move? What was the worst that could happen? Best not to think about that and instead focus on the task at hand, taking some hot pics of a good piece of ass, and maybe later see if she considered you pitiable enough to play at romance with you.

You circle around to the nurse’s ass and raise your camera. The round thing is sticking out at you, right in the center of your viewfinder. Click! You snap a pic. If Redheart wants you to pay attention to other assets, why not start with her assets? She had nice legs and lovely thighs. Instructing her to spread her stance and sashay her hips to and fro, you quickly take several photographs of the bikini-clad beauty in a sensuous dance. “Wow,” you remark. Redheart giggles. You blush as you instruct Redheart to recline on the deck chair. She lies down on her side, facing you with only her head tilted upright. She has the fingers of one hand poking through the sides of her bikini bottom, almost suggesting that she was taking it off in a striptease. Her other arm cupped the bottom of her breasts, pushing them upward to make them look bigger as her fingers delicately traced across the mounds. Totally absorbed in the moment, you said, “Keep your eyes on me.” Your intention was to get a nice shot of the beautiful mare lustily staring right at you with her tits, the focus, augmented by the gentle beauty of her face.

“Getting excited, Featherweight?” Redheart teased, pointing at your shorts. Uh-oh. You hardly dared to look – your senses told you everything you needed to know.

Your faced surpasses beet red. You feel several metric tons of burning shame light you up. You can’t move. All you can do is stand still with your hands trying to cover your erection as you mumble, “Sorry…”

Redheart chuckles back, “Hey, it’s okay. It means I’m doing a good job as a model being sexy and all.” She pauses. “Hmmmmmm… Have you ever had a pair of real tits before?”

Stunned, all you can do is stammer, “N-no I c-can’t say that I have. Why?” You get a funny feeling when you see the new glint in Redheart’s eye.

She smirks at you, “How about I demystify things for you a bit; it’d be easier on both of us to let you satisfy your curiosity, that way we can get back to work… I’d imagine unless you’d like to have that boner all day. So, what do you say?” Too flabbergasted to speak, you can only nod. “C’mere,” beckons the busty babe, making room on the deck chair. You sit down on the edge of the chair and lift up your hand, poising it to touch her chest.

“M-m-may I…?” This can’t be real; there is no way any mare this beautiful is outright telling you to feel her up.

Instead of saying anything back, Redheart merely takes your hand and gently pulls it towards her chest. Contact. You feel the soft fabric of her bikini. Underneath it are her D-cup breasts. Tentatively, you brush the fabric just a little bit with your fingertips. It and the flesh underneath yield pleasantly. You squeeze. You smile as you feel your fingers sink into the mound. You then take your whole hand and place it atop her exposed breast. Wow, this really is something else. Her big tits yield to your touch, but always provide just enough resistance to be engageing. Nervous as hell but spurred on by curiosity, you try to slip your fingers inside the cup of the bikini top. Your cock is rock hard. Lusty thoughts fill your head as you imagine yourself accessing those special parts of this mare, doing more than touching – groping.

Redheart is smiling pleasantly at you, her cute mouth turned up at the corners. She watches your hands closely. Your eyes meet. Grins. Your hand tells you that her left boob is somewhat larger, and that her nipples are standing up, which if you remember correctly, means that she’s cold, turned on by this, or both. Such a shame that your weakness is a marvelous chest, as you quickly begin groping her in earnest, a breast in each hand as squeeze, caress, and admire them in turn. Your hand brushes a nipple. A gasp escapes. Encouraged by instinct, you squeeze harder rubbing the areola more vigorously. More moans. Good. You take a handful. Look at you being predatory!

“Ouch!” Redheart snaps, smacking your wrist, causing your hand to fly away. She scolds, “Not so rough.”

“Sorry. It’s just that I’ve never done this before.”

“But still, be gentle, ‘kay?”

You nod, “Okay,” as you reach out again. This time, you allow your hands to gently caress and run all over the wondrous curves of the marvelous mare’s mammaries. As you do this with gusto, you do not notice first Redhearts eyes and then her hand moving towards your crotch.

“You like them?”

“Oh yes, a lot,” you chuckle awkwardly, still not believing your luck. You feel something grasp around your erection.

Redheart suggests sultrily, “Since you still seem to be quite hard up down there, how about I help you release some of that tension?”

“Really?” Your cheeks are scorching. Your mouth is dry.

“Yeah,” she sighs. Your sensitive penis reacts immediately too her touch. “Just lie down and let me take care of you…” With that, the busty beauty guides you to lie down on the deck chair while she positions yourself between her legs. Nurse Redheart licks her lips deliberately, as if anticipating savoring a truly exquisite meal. She touches a finger to your lips and whispers, “Not a word, just savor the moment.” You nod. Her hand unbuttons, unzips, and pulls down your shorts and underwear. She smiles when she sees your cock standing at attention. You hope it’s not small. You envision either going spontaneously flaccid or exploding in ten seconds flat. You could just leap right out of your skin in anticipation. Your cheeks could melt Tungsten.

“Ssshhhhhh…” Redheart shushes you as she wraps a soft hand around your hard cock. The sensitive organ immediately reacts. It twitches and you make an involuntary face. She grins. A single caress nudges your balls – your nutsack is already tightened. Taking her brilliant eyes off you, Redheart lifts her face to your cock, opens her mouth, and gives it a light lick all the way from base to tip. You shudder. Your toes and fingers curl. She opens her mouth and slowly engulfs your entire length in it. Amazing! It’s warm, moist, and the lips and tongue tease delightfully along your length. With your cock stuffed into her mouth all the way, she looks up at you with the sexiest expression you’ve ever seen. Her cheeks draw inward, greeting you with a new sensation as your cock is sucked for the first time. She plays with her tits, tweaking her nipples as she blows you.

Redheart slowly bobs her head up and down your lengths, lavishing you with long, deliberate licks that send jitters of pleasure up your spine. Before long, your cock is totally soaked with her mouth juices. With a satisfied pop, she releases your cock only a moment before advancing up with her breasts in her hands. Without hesitation, Redheart wraps her boobs around your dick. Soft, warm, wet all around – amazing! You are speechless as you watch her caress your cock with her beautiful buxom chest straining against the confines of the bikini. Her fur and the slickness from the fur, water, and blowjob help you glide effortlessly between the heavenly pillows of her breasts. You feel the bottom of her cleavage as you are buried all the way deep between her tits. Wow, this feels good, and so hot, like you’re so turned on that you can’t even wait to get your clothes out of the way first. You can’t stop your breathing from starting to turn ragged as your cock becomes more sensitive with each passing sublime stroke of the magnificent melons.

Redheart doesn’t take her eyes off you as she pleasures you, her face marked by a serene smile with a smouldering look in her eye. Her breathing is heavy, and her white cheeks are flushed pink. She speeds up the paizuri in response to your mounting pleasure. Your cock keeps getting harder and harder. You feel the old ache in your balls while your cock feels like it’s going to explode. You lie there, watching the sexiest mare with the biggest tits you’ve ever seen in person pleasure you by fucking you with her breasts. The warm, soft sensations feel incredible and your body begins to tighten for a release it hasn’t had in days. You can’t stop now; all your thoughts are on the wonderful things being done to your erection.

The fire in your loins is almost unbearable. You wonder about if you should say something to let her know you’re about to cum, or if that would ruin the mood. Your eyes meet and she raises her eyebrows and nods, wordlessly understanding what you wanted to say. You put your hands on hers. So close… Hugging her breasts together even tighter than before, Redheart titwanks you at a frantic pace. You peak, your cock erupting into firey carnal pleasure. You can’t stop your mouth or your hips. You groan and release from both as Redheart’s fantastic breasts wring every last drop of cum from you. Your cock jumps as it fires spurt after spurt inside the sexy mare’s cleavage. Your hips buck instinctively, trying to get every last drop of pleasure and spill every last bit of seed you can muster. Incredible. Your mind goes blank as pleasure overwhelms all reasoning. Redheart keeps milking you in between her tits, sending you into pleasured spasms even as the fire fades and your spurts weaken. Ultimately, your cock shrinks, although it’s still sensitive and twitching, dribbling a little bit of cum from the tip. You are completely wiped when at last Redheart removes her cum-soaked tits from your cock.

She smiles and then wordlessly leans down to your spent cock. You shudder and gasp as she licks and sucks your still sensitive length clean. When she finishes cleaning up all your jizz, the mare hums, “Mmmmmm, that was good, no?”

“Incredible,” you sigh, barely able to form a single coherent thought. You thoughtlessly caress her head and chest, savoring the inexplicable feeling of closeness as you slowly return to normal. Wow… so intense… unlike anything… not like doing it yourself.

“Good,” chirps Redheart. “No more tension now, right?”

“Yeah,” you agree dreamily as you caress her silky hair. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome. Now come on, let’s get back to work.”

Work, oh yeah, the whole reason you came over here to begin with. Well, you couldn’t say no, not after the hot mare had just give you one hell of an orgasm. That ought to keep you sated enough to focus on the tasks at hand. You nod and awkwardly shuffle your shorts back on. Redheart is back up and starting her dance again. You take a few pictures, then you hear a slow clap.

"Bravo, bravo, I see you know how to please an audience."

Author's Note

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