You turn your head to see another mare approaching in a bikini. And dear Celestia, talk about sculpted figures! She has a svelte, slender body even taller than Big Macintosh, and yet she possesses a proud pair of at least C-cup breasts all bound up in a skimpy white string bikini top while down around her petite waist hung a tied short skirt which exposed her slender thighs and the faintest hints of a g-string bottom the same white as her fur, as almost a token measure for modesty. She reminds you forcibly of a certain famous fashion model, a mortal unicorn said to possess an immortal princess’s supernatural grace. You blush and grin sheepishly.

Redheart flips her hair and retorts with playful dismissiveness, “What can I say? I make all the colts stand at attention, and once I have their attention, I just can’t leave them like that now can I?” She flashes an innocent smile in your direction. You turn even redder.

The new mare chuckles in her foreign, vaguely aristocratic voice, “You honestly ought to converse with Milly about that career move when she gets here. In the meantime, how about we take a look at what you’ve got so far?”

“Works for me,” replies Redheart, her tits bouncing as she runs up to her friend and embraces her tenderly in her arms.

“So, may I ask who this gentlecolt is?”

“Featherweight, Fleur.” Redheart replies to her friend. “Fleur, meet Featherweight. Featherweight, meet my good friend -- sex symbol, Canterlot society A-lister, and a party pony par Pinkie Pie, Fleur De Lis.”

Fleur smiles, “You flatter me.” She shakes your hand. Her grasp is refined, soft, delicate.

“Nonsense, Fleur,” teases Redheart, slapping the model mare on her tight ass. “Your bikini does all the work for me.” Redheart winks. Fleur smiles an runs a hand down Redheart’s hourglass side. Do they really have that kind of relationship?

Fleur tosses her bangs out of her face and asks Redheart in a straightforward manner, “So shall we flirt all day or shall we get down to business so that we may have our fun, hmm?”

Snapping back to reality, you reply, “Oh, right. Have a seat, Fleur,” You proffer her a spot on the deck chair but she instead makes a beeline for an umbrella table with a few wicker chairs. You and Redheart follow her, which gives you an unintentional nice view of the booty. Nurse Redheart’s ass is nice and round, the kind you wouldn’t mind taking a handful of. Fleur’s is trim and tight like a dancer’s, and if she could move her hips like one… mmmmmm… Redheart is a damn fine mare, but Fleur is a model, and it shows; Redheart looks like an attractive lady you could find anywhere, but nothing much spectacular about her apart from her bountiful bosoms. Well, that’s a lie; she’s fun to talk too, nice to be around, interesting, and has a pretty wicked sense of humor as you keep finding out for yourself. But Fleur, Fleur’s an uncommon, elegant, refined beauty. If only you could have both these mares -- a trophy on each arm.

Redheart, being the gracious host, runs ahead of you to pull out chairs for you three. She seats Fleur before plopping herself down in her own seat with a jiggle and lets her barely caged tits hang out. The last chair is in the middle between Fleur and Redheart. You remember how you were grateful to only have to deal with one gorgeous mare at a time. You hesitate before taking your seat, the two beauties looking up at you expectantly, the sun radiating off their glorious, hot, nearly nude bodies. Fleur makes eye contact with you and blinks slowly as she raises an eyebrow. She’s drumming her fingers on the tabletop. You give a flustered smile and a shake of your head as you descend into what may as well have been a police lineup. You feel your cheeks heating up already as the two mares scoot closer to look at your computer.

You invite Fleur, “Well, here’s all we got if you wanna see it. I’m sorry if it’s painful for a model like you to look at.” You notice suddenly that you are so much less tense than even just seconds before; with Fleur De Lis there, it’s not just you and Nurse Redheart.

A small flash of grin. “You didn’t take these with a cell phone or a webcam or use some stupid gimmick did you?”

“No, just my Neikon camera. I would like to think of myself as a professional, after all, and professionals have standards.”

A satisfied nod. “That explains why I think your photography career is far more likely to take off than my friend’s misadventures in modeling.”

“Hey, I have standards!” Redheart shouts.

“Allow me to rephrase then. Sufficient standards,” Fleur quips, leafing through the gallery. She cups her delicate chin in her hand, her nimble fingers strumming her jawbone and cheek. She hums a light tune as she mentally critiques each photograph one at a time. She comments, “Just about all these pictures were taken from the same place at the same height. It looks like a photo booth took these.”

Intrigued, you ask, “So what does that mean? How do I do a better job?”

“Just don’t only sit there with your camera on your tripod and snap away. Move around a bit and do some different angles at varied heights, distances, and zoom. Good job keeping it level with her in the middle quarter of the frame, though; nothing says bad amateur photography like awkward tilting and letting the subject hide away in the hinterlands.”

“But what about photos where the model’s located off to the side?”

Fleur responds, “There’s always something to draw attention to her, such as positioning a limb so that it drapes into the middle third of the photograph, or having her look directly into the camera. You must together direct the attention of the viewer.” Fleur lifts a sculpted finger to point things out on screen. You lean in closer to get a better look. You are getting a great look down her bikini at her tits and thighs in your peripheral vision. Directly before you is a photograph of Redheart all splayed out on her back, her legs folded together with her knees bent and one arm pushing up her tits while the other is lazily draped somewhat overhead on the concrete, disappearing out of the bottom edge of the frame somewhere before the elbow. She is looking directly at the camera with her lips parted suggestively. “Can you tell me what are the most important parts of this photograph as you intended it, Featherweight?” There is a certain playfulness and hint of a purr in her tone.

Intended? You’d just been snapping pics of Redheart in what you thought were sexy poses. You indicate with you finger, “I was focusing on the abdomen down to her hips.” As odd as that sounds, it’s the truth; this was one of the distinct minority of photos that didn’t not only focus on her tits, but also weren’t part of a much larger minority focusing on the lady’s ass.

Fleur sighs, “At least you aren’t trying to bury the camera entirely in her bosoms, but this photograph does not exactly lead the eyes, however.” She points to the center of the photo, her finger indicating the nurse’s knees. “You say you meant to emphasis the upper body, did you not?” The model’s finger flourishes along Redheart’s breasts and face. You nod. “The most prominent part of the body here are her knees, which is because they are raised the most prominently against the background. Red, you pay attention here, too.” Nurse Redheart leans in across your lap to see the screen. The hot mare’s soft body presses against you, giving you a small thrill at the base of your spine. “Redheart, in order to emphasize any particular body part of yours, you must make it stand out by presenting it prominently above both others and the background. What stand up and sticks out most is the greatest priority.” You see her mane shake as she stifles a laugh. “What were you trying to emphasize with this pose?”

“My boobs.”

“Redheart, did you tell Featherweight what you wanted?”

“No.”

“Why?”

“Because I thought as the photographer he could handle all that stuff himself; all I have to do is look sexy for him, don’t I?”

Fleur De Lis shakes her head. “Featherweight, did you communicate with Redheart what you wanted?”

You sigh, “No, because I thought that as the model she’d know how to strike a pose.”

“And that explains why this photograph is a mess. The photography says that it is about the lower body, the legs and knees, but the posturing says that it is about the breasts and face.” Fleur breaks her gaze on the screen for the first time to say, “You cannot have a fruitful photoshoot without cooperation. It is the duty of the photographer to set up each shot in a way that emphasizes some aspect of the beauty of the subject. It is the duty of the photographer to direct the model as to what they want emphasized. It is the duty of the model to pose with the intention of displaying something of interest. It is the duty of the model to communicate with the photographer how they want something to be emphasized. It is essential for both to be in constant communication. Do you understand?”

You nod. Redheart responds with “Yes.”

“Good.” Fleur returns her focus to the screen. She whips her gorgeous pink mane off to the side with a flourish that sends her assets swaying nicely in her top. After looking carefully at three more photographs, she says, “I believe you have a good grasp of the basics of photography and it’s no surprise Redheart understands at least the basics of looking good on camera, but I’ll explain more in a minute. It looks like each individual picture is not bad, generally, but…” Fleur quickly looks through more than a dozen images. “The collection as a whole has some issues that only emerge when it’s taken as more than a handful of photographs.”

You ask, “Like what?

“Your photographs are too similar to one another. I just went through more than a dozen of them in not even ten seconds and I couldn’t describe anything that stands out about a single one. I’ll be candid -- you’re standing in place, staring at a pair of tits like a barely pubescent colt as if you have never seen a real pair before.”

You blush. “Sorry.”

Redheart announces, “He hadn’t, but I fixed that.” Then, too you, she whispers, “Glad you like them.” Your cheeks go from hot to burning.

Fleur teases, “At least you’re not just staring. Your photos all have the same background, height, and position. I might have said this before, but it’s like a mall photo booth shot them. It’s actually not a bad thing to have the same backdrops and props in different photographs. It’s not a problem if you have just a couple of photos, but if more than a handful, especially consecutively, and it becomes a problem. If you’re doing a brief sample for someone, then it’s okay, but as part of a larger shoot, try no more than eight like this. A lot of amateur photographers make this mistake, and it means that their shoots wind up looking static, boring, and lazy; it looks like family vacation photos. People enjoy having different backdrops and positions with different angles, heights, and such. It creates the impression that not only was the photoshoot organic, but that it happened more or less naturally with the way no two images are the same because the camera is always moved just slightly. It helps create the fantasy in the mind of the viewer that they are there, and of course fuels the fantasy that there is a place out there with highly desirable partners just waiting to be visited. You aren’t selling reality with these photoshoots; you’re selling erotic fantasy. Tis pornography. Don’t worry about taking too many photographs or doing too much; you can always not publish superfluous ones and you can edit imperfect ones. Once the shoot is done, you can only remove, not add.”

Blown away, you respond, “Wow, Fleur, I had no idea photography was this complicated. Thank you for helping me with this stuff. How did you learn all this?”

She smiles, “My pleasure. It’s not really all that complicated. I learned all this over fourteen years of work, working with both companies and auteurs, and doing work for my own brand. Before I sign on a new model, I always run the last photoshoot for the final candidates myself, and I must say you and Redheart both have talent.”

“Really?” You can scarcely believe it – after at least the better part of an hour being spent having yours and Fleur’s work blunty criticized, the critic, a real modeling and fashion icon, is tell you that you’ve actually got some real potential! You could cheer.

“I’ve never been wrong about talent yet.” She’s giving you a real smile.

Redheart leans across you and whispers loudly to Fleur, “So, how’s his… talent?” The nurse’s barely covered breasts are pushing too heavily against your chest to be anything but deliberate.

Fleur leans over to whisper in her friend’s ear, her own tits brushing you. She quips, “You tell me; you’re the one who got a good look at it.” Mother of Celestia, do both of these babes have their minds in the gutter!?

“H-how did you know we…?” Your chest tightens.

Fleur rears back, chest fluttering as laughs heartily, a beautiful, musical sound. “Because you just told me, Red.” You relax but only slightly. Redheart rests her arm on your shoulder, using the back of her hand like a shelf to give Fleur De Lis a resigned scowl. Fleur stands up and starts walks away from the table, towards where you’d been shooting previously.

“Is she always this bad,” you ask Redheart. You tense, feeling a soft hand on that spot in your trunks again.

Redheart replies, “You don’t know the half of it,” rubbing your limp cock to stir a faint reaction from it but getting a dark blush from you face.

As you try to keep your dick from rising again, Fleur calls, “Get over here; we have things to do.” Redheart is gone in an instant, her juicy ass shaking in her tight bikini as she bounds over to the poolside, leaving you alone to pick up your stuff. As you lift the pile of equipment, you note how you’re not reacting to everything like a cornered rabbit. Perhaps Redheart’s titjob had been just the thing to get your tension out after all. Your calmed mood lasts just a few seconds, for as you look up ahead, you see the two mares wrestling in the pool and getting pretty serious, grabbing each other’s breasts, squeezing each other, and squirming around in an erotic duel of tangled limbs and tender flesh.

As you arrive, you take your camera and begin trying to affix it to your tripod, attempting to ignore the live lingerie wrestling exhibition just feet in front of you. As you just get the camera to snap onto the tripod and you are about to tighten it on, Fleur interrupts you. “Don’t bother with the tripod, Featherweight.”

You look up and see the wrestling’s halted with Redheart half holding Fleur in an armbar, curvy thighs around her friend’s delicate neck and the celebrity’s hand held restrained between the nurse’s breasts. “Why,” you ask perplexedly, fighting back that stammering tongue-tied feeling. She’s giving you a purposeful gaze with just a hint of a teasing smile.

“Because I want to see you both learn how to communicate with each other.” You nod in agreement as you understand what she’s trying to make you understand. You pick up your camera and look through the viewfinder. “Don’t focus on anything in particular right now; just take us as you see us now.”

You barely look through the viewfinder. You go against your trained photographer’s inclinations as you hit the shutter and the camera gives its distinct nn-gyne sound effect. “O-okay, I took it.”

Fleur inquires, “So, Featherweight, if you had to take a shot of us in this position right now from where you are, what would you emphasize?” Redheart’s giving you a raunchy smile. You think about it, trying to avoid saying anything perverted. You see Fleur’s fingers delicately skim against Redheart’s luxurious mounds as she licks her lips and give you a half-lidded sultry look like bedroom eyes. She’s caught, open and exposed. You can see her tiny g-string barely covering her most intimate parts. The forms of her nipples struggle against the sheer fabric of her string bikini top. And the way Redheart is coiled around her… “What’s the most interesting, erotic thing here? What makes you hottest?”

Crap! No way you can answer that! You feel cotton mouth as heat surges to your cheeks and pants yet again. You can just feel yourself caught open-mouthed, agape in a bug-eyed stare like some kid unable to even speak through their wonderment in a candy shop. “U-u-uum um- aa- um, legs…?” You barely manage to faintly stutter out. Lame. Pitiful. You feel some of the burning in your face is from shame at your painful awkwardness. Oh well, not like you could talk suavely anyway like some Chad Thundercock.

Fleur blinks for a moment before saying, “Very well, shoot those then. And what are you doing to capture them?”

“Ummm, not much since I can’t move,” you explain.

Fleur comes back at you. “Movement is not necessary between every shot. Focus on what you want to photograph most here. Make sure they are directly in the center of your shot.”

You zoom in to focus on Redheart’s legs. Redheart interjects, “Don’t focus on just those so as to close everything else out of the shot, Feather.”

“Indeed, Red,” agrees Fleur. “Zoom out a bit so you can capture what they lead to, as I said earlier. No body part is sexy all on its own – eroticism comes from showing how the parts of the body play together to create a sensual mosaic.”

You focus on taking the picture. Wow, you are so excited right now you almost feel unworthy at what you’re witnessing. You flusteredly hit the shutter, the digital camera giving its trademark nn-gyne sound effect to announce the shot. You barely breathe out, “I took it.”

“Good,” replies Fleur. She turns to her clinging friend. “Red, in this pose, what are you most trying to emphasize?”

“My core,” Redheart answers.

Fleur turns back to you. “Photograph her core,” she orders. You obey silently, unsure of what’s going on. Upon hearing the nn-gyne of your camera, Fleur suddenly whirls around and writhes free of Redheart’s hold. Fleur pulls herself out of the water with one fluid move and effortlessly tosses her hair back behind her head with one elegant lash of her neck. The afternoon sun shines gloriously on the water coating her body. Redheart watches from the side, her arms crossed in front of her on the edge of the pool, her own glorious tits resting glistening atop them. You are spellbound by Fleur’s walk towards you. Her true extraordinary beautify hit your full force like a truck. She is so finely made and delicately proportioned, from her slender legs and toned thighs to the slight flare of her hips and chest, giving her a flat-stomached hourglass figure. Though slender, her breasts stand out, riding proudly on her chest and jiggling with every step, just as her hips swing and sashay as though dancing to an unheard rhythm rather than simply walking. The mare’s face is sculpted and extremely pretty, with sharply sculpted features, a v-shaped chin that terminates in a gentle curve, and bright eyes underneath a luxurious rose pink mane which cascades down to her hips. To top it all off, she is tall, putting her breasts almost at your eye level.

You freeze. You try to blurt out a question, but only incoherent rudiments of sound come out. You feel that instinctual part of you again rising strong to the surface, filling your mind with images of your body and hers tangled together heatedly, the desire to find yourself between those fine thighs, and a craving to lay her bare for you to ogle, kiss, and feel. The ghost of a sensation that feels like aching longing passes over your dick. In that moment, if you’d have a chance, you would fuck this goddess til you dropped, no matter the consequences. Moments later, your heart beats faster again as your rising lust is cowed by the cold constriction of fear. You could never do her, you could never have chance. What if you somehow did get to and then ruined it? You tell yourself your chances have surely been blown a thousand times over already, had they even existed to begin with. But regardless, this mare’s hypnotic effect on you cannot be denied.

“Show me the photographs you took just now.” You comply and then turn the camera around for the gorgeous mare to peruse. “Red, come here,” Fleur De Lis calls to Nurse Redheart. The hot nurse walks over to you, her hot body radiating its own brand of sexuality. While Fleur’s appeal comes from a refined, nearly supernatural beauty, some part of your mind reckons that Redheart’s body belies a raw animal magnetism stemming from great genes and unbound fertility.

Redheart gathers on the far side of Fleur while the model points out things she notices from the photographs. Fleur elucidates, “In your very first photograph, Featherweight, your focus is primarily centered around Redheart’s breasts, but you have improperly balanced the shot, so it just looks like a pair of breasts, an arm, and a face suspended in the middle of nothing as if the subject is floating in space. Redheart, you are failing to provide him any cues as to what to photograph.”

“But you said to just do whatever,” you and Redheart balk back at Fleur.

“Indeed, Fleur admits casually, “In order to assess both of you. Now, Redheart, when you are being photographed, you must heed all parts of your body, because even though a shot may emphasize something, other parts of your body will shot up in the shot.” Fleur points at Redheart’s face. “You should never look confused or bored, even if you face is not the subject of a photograph. Unless you are directed to portray some other emotion, always keep your expression happy or at least lustful. Your expression influences your mood, which impacts your whole performance.” Fleur now grabs your hand and traces your middle finger over the screen. “Now, Featherweight, you needed to illustrate your subject as broadly as possible here. You instead, however, gave a close focus shot instead of first establishing the subject so you could then go into greater detail with subsequent snapshots without confusing the viewer as to the bigger picture. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Fleur,” you answer feeling like a certified fool. You kinda sorta understand what she’s saying, but having gone at least three years without even cracking open a book on photography made it sound like slightly nonsensical jargon.

Fleur moved on to the next picture. “Now, here you failed to read the signals your model’s body was sending you. The way she was arching her spine and holding back her shoulders should have told you that her core from her waist to her shoulders was most ideally suited for being the focus on your shot. You must learn how to take advantage of whatever your model is giving you, because you have far more power to see which potential shots are best than she does. Also, I can see from this shot that you were lying about what you wanted most to photograph.” An icy stone drops in your innards. “You said you wanted to focus most on her legs, but your shot rather showcases her breasts. You realize you cannot be squeamish when working with models, no?” You see a flash of irritation in the way Fleur looks at you. She smacks the back of your hand. “And no being dishonest – if you like tits and want to focus on them, say so; how else can your model work with you if you refuse to be honest?”

“I understand, thank you,” you say chastened.

“Splendid,” Fleur remarks as she goes to the third photo and lectures Redheart, “You said you were trying to emphasize your core most in this pose, right? So I have to ask why you did not communicate with your photographer about how you wanted to be depicted. Both of you need to learn to communicate effectively and to cooperate. Red, don’t be afraid to tell Feather exactly what you want him to show. Feather, don’t be afraid to tell Red how you want to show her. Do you understand that now?” You both nod. “Good,” says Fleur De Lis. “Now, Red, please stand aside; I’m going to work with Featherweight while you watch.”

Redheart pressed her chest up against you and whispers, “Enjoy the show,” into your ear as she steps out of the way.”

“Quit teasing the poor boy,” remarks Fleur. “We can’t have too much fun with him if you give him a heart attack while we’re just getting started…” You swear she holds your camera too close to her chest when she gives it back, causing your fingers to brush against her bikini top. The excited nervousness comes back into your chest. You feel yourself getting hard again. You know that despite Redheart already draining you earlier, you won’t be able to help it if you’re being beset by these two beauties.

Fleur walks up to the edge of the pool and stands with one hand on her hip, the other behind her neck. She cuts a fabulous figure, and it’s lucky you who gets to photograph her for posterity. She’s looking at you peculiarly. You blurt out, “What do you want me to do?”

“You tell me,” she replies with a look mirroring the one she gave while in Redheart’s arm bar. “I’m yours to command.”

You panic. Tell her what to do? Realizing that it’s all just you and a gorgeous mare again, you freeze. How can you tell he what to do – she’s a pro and you’re just some amateur! Redheart’s words about not liking being treated as just a piece of meat come back to you. Half out of desperation, half out of shyness, you formulate a question. “So, um, what w-would you say’s your best feature again, Fleur?”

She gives you a pleased smile. “Not that I have any bad features, but my most excellent feature would have to be my svelte physique.” Fleur stretches out, accentuating her height and slenderness. Her body is so refined its lithe beauty is almost supernatural.

You gather your courage. You are trying to avoid gawking agape at her elegant form. “Could you do the splits, please?” You request with difficulty.

Fleur says nothing but sinks down all the way until no shadow hangs between her and the ground. You snap a picture, fingers twitching slightly as some very pleased thoughts run through your head. “I want you to focus on my hips and legs,” she says, leaning forward to press her chest into the ground. Her ample breasts squish against the ground, giving you a gratifying rush of excitement as you photograph them. Then you kneel down to place the camera almost level with her.

You don’t know how to say this, but you ask, “Could you… arch your back please, Fleur.” The model complies, lifting up her tight ass to create the very pleasing image of a lusty model giving you a smoldering look backed up by her assets. From this angle, if not for the straps of her top and g-string, she could have been entirely naked. “Sit up, please?” Fleur does and you walk around to photograph her from a side angle. Her ass is fantastic, but it can hardly compare to her proud breasts barely contained by her tiny bikini top. “Cross your legs sideways and look at me, please?”

“Capture me in profile first, then focus a shot on my face, one on my head and chest, and one on my lower body.” She stretches, showcasing every curve of her glorious body. Your fingers tingle just imagining touching her.

“Will do,” you spurt back. You feel yourself blushing furiously. You take the profile shot, then you turn to her face. “Smile, please, Fleur?” Fleur obliges, changing from a sultry expression to one so inviting that you can’t help but grin back foolishly. You snap her headshot, taking advantage of the way she tilts her head back to capture the lovely cascade of her mane. Then you turn to her chest. As you look at it, you feel your body reawakening lower down. You snap the picture. You’re still nervous as hell, but your lust and photographer’s eye are getting the better of it. And even though you’d hate to admit it, you’re getting a rush out of ordering this sexy mare around, and it’s more a primal pleasure than an artistic one. Out of the corner of your eye, you see Redheart watching you with a smirk. You swear one of her hands is beneath the fabric of her top. Still unsure, you ask Fleur, “Is this what you meant”

“Yes.”

A feeling of elation. You capture one last image of her in this pose, the center of the pic focusing on the inner thigh exposed by her raised knee. You find yourself whispering, “Wow she’s so beautiful.” She’s so beautiful you don’t want this to end, even though your heart is beating like a rabbit and there’s no way you can get away with this much longer before she catches you ogling her with a boner.

Fleur sits up, hugging her knees in from of her chest. “So, are there any areas you would like to focus on?” Fleur inquires.

“Your boo—err upper body,” you blurt out almost catastrophically.

The model chuckles back, “You can say what you really mean. So, tell me what you really want to focus on.”

You blanche and you are momentarily floored. In disbelief, you rapidly blurt, “C-could you- breasts, please?”

“Good boy,” assents Fleur, grinning as she turns away from you for a second before reclining backwards with a broad smile, her legs together and knees raised. “That’s gg-great!” you say, snapping the first pic hurriedly, almost greedily. A reckless idea springs to your head. Could you ask her to do that? No, better not risk the amazing experience you were already having just for a shot at seeing a little bit more of the most beautiful mare you’ve ever seen. You know once this lesson ends it’ll be back to business as usual. You consider asking her to do something to pose her breasts when she pushes them up with her arms of her own accord.

“That’s enough flat shots. Come closer and shoot me from above.”

You lift your camera higher and approach her prone form. “Arch and stretch, Fleur.” The model arches her back and looks somewhere behind your feet, her mouth opening as if letting out an invisible gasp. Your dick presses against your trunks. You can’t believe this is happening. “Hands over your head, spread eagle, please.” The beauty stretches her arms over her head and folds her fingers into a heart shape. You align the camera directly down and photograph her lovely face through that hole. A lecherous idea comes into your head. “Is it okay if I strafe around you and take pictures?”

“Certainly,” Fleur says, rubbing her fine cleavage as you snap another photograph. “Just focus above the hips.”

“Okay,” you agree, starting your slow orbit around her heavenly body. You look down to see you are visibly hard. You hope Fleur and Redheart haven’t noticed. Perversely, you wonder if they might get a kick out of seeing the effect they’re having on you. Fleur strikes pose after pose as you step around her, shooting from high angles and low angles. Thank Celestia she asked you to focus on her tits! From the side, the g-string almost makes her look like she may be completely nude down there. You soon find yourself standing at her feet, her legs held high and together straight into the air. Your eyes meet Fleur’s and she opens her mouth.

You see the faintest of red tinges on her cheeks. “What now, Featherweight.” You freeze the instant your brain tells you what it wants to see next. Could you really do that? What if she kicked you – reacted badly? However, by this point, you’re riding so high off the moment you decide to throw caution to the winds. Despite your luminscent blush, thundering heart, dry mouth, raging erection, and slight trembling, you make yourself go for it in the mad hope that perhaps your luck may hold one last time.

“F-Fler De Lis, cou- could you please m-maybe sp-pread your legs?”

Fleur hums, “Mmm okay…” Her shapely thighs part. Your mouth almost falls open. Your eyes widen. You snap a photo and then crouch down almost in a trance. You glance to the side to see Redheart’s hand with fingers snuck into her lower bikini. You take another picture, this one going from the crook of her knee over the top of her barely concealed body. You move to crawl forward. You can’t believe this is happening! Your nose sniffs some mysterious yet arousing scene from the air. You’re so hard it almost hurts. You take another picture of her tits and face midway up her body. Then, before you know it, you’re holding yourself all the way over her, taking a picture directly down at her face, making sure to get as much of her abounding cleavage as possible. Her mouth is slightly open. Her face is tinged red. There is nothing tame about that look she’s giving you. Her arms lay up beside her head. You see her chest rising and falling faster than it should be for her level of activity. Her big breasts are so close, you just have to touch them… just a little taste…

You’re suspended over Fleur. The camera isn’t in your hand anymore. Leaning on her soft flesh a little, some instinct drives you to feel between your legs. Your cock practically aches. Your hand reaches for something… “Holy shit, are you going to fuck her?”

Startled, your head spins around towards the source of the sound: Nurse Redheart. She’s clearly touching herself between the legs, an engaged expression fixed on your and Fleur. A bolt of cold foreboding shoots through you. You freeze. You look down. Fleur is giving you a look between lust and confusion. You realize just how close you are to her. You leap back off Fleur, snapping out of your lust haze.

Oh shit, what the hell did you just do? The mares are staring at you, causing you to flinch and blurt out, “Sorry sorry sorry!”

Fleur doesn’t say anything. Redheart, noticing that you’ve stopped, takes her now-glistening fingers from her crotch. “Holy shit! Sweet Celestia, Featherweight, that was hot!”

Wait, is Redheart praising your actions? You tentatively reply, “W-what?” The words you need to express your maelstrom of bewilderment refuse to come.

“Indeed so, Featherweight,” says Fleur, smiling with a faint blush as she sits up. You leap to your feet and back away anxiously, suddenly uncomfortable with her proximity. “I haven’t had a photo session that hot in a long time. Tis a shame you could not handle it,” she muses while running her fingers up from slit to cleavage and then through her luxurious mane.

“I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to do anything bad!” You plead, your cheeks burning incandescently. If you could vault the backyard wall, you’d’ve already been a mile away. You absentmindedly wipe some sweat from your brow. To your surprise, you feel something heavy, wet, and sticky brush across your forehead. You stare at your hand. Your fingers are glistening. You were so close to Fleur… Redheart’s fingers she’d been touching herself with have that same sheen… Your ears burn with embarrassment as you try to wipe yourself clean on your trunks. Then you notice that you’re obviously rock hard – no way they haven’t seen your throbbing erection! If only Celestia would zap you now with lightning…

Fleur De Lis looks at you kindly. “Featherweight, it’s okay. It’s not your fault. I’m more experienced and should have exercised tighter control. I should have told you to stop.“ You hear embarrassment in her voice as she ruffles her mane and avoids meeting your eyes. “You’re not used to such… heated situations as I am; I don’t blame you for getting a little carried away. I was just so turned on by how flustered I was making you even as you were ordering me about that I let myself get swept away.” She met your eyes, smirking lustfully. “If you’d tried to fuck me, I wouldn’t have minded.”

“Fuck, that would’ve been so hot!” Redheart interrupts. “We know that excites you just as much as us.” She points at your hips. You grin sheepishly and make a small attempt to hide your raging boner. “Hey, Fleur, since I calmed him down last time, how about you do it this time?”

Fleur licks her lips. “Why not? Milly’s going to love him…” Completely caught off guard, you back away from her, only to collide backwards with something warm and soft with two projections you feel pressing against your back.

You feel a soft chin rest on your shoulder and Redheart’s soothing voice caress, “Relax, it’ll feel good. We’re doing this because we couldn’t possibly ask you to go working around such mares when you’re carrying all that tension.” Redheart’s arms warp around you in a gentle embrace. On her knees already, Fleur removes her bikini top, liberating her generous breasts to cascade outwards. The perky mounds sit high and proud on her chest, not drooping low or swinging to the sides. Fleur’s hand slithers down your front and grips your cock in its warm grasp. She runs her nimble fingers up and down your shaft, causing you to tremble in pleasure. You could get used to this!

Speechless, you wait for the most beautiful mare you’ve ever seen to send you to heaven. Fleur kisses your cock. Then, with a throaty hum, she engulfs it with her lips and sucks hard while licking vigorously. You gasp. Whoa! That feels amazing! Fleur De Lis continues this for a few seconds, during which time you inarticulately gasp and grasp for words to describe your incredible experience. Then, she pops your dick almost all the way out of her mouth, only holding the tip between her lips as she raises her breasts and slides them up and down around your shaft. You feel amazing and can hardly move. As the slick softness of her tits massages your cock, she blows you up and down from base to head. She takes you all the way into her mouth and hums happily, looking up into your eyes. You start to pant. If just being played with feels this good, you can’t imagine how amazing actual intercourse must feel.

“Go on, fuck her tits,” Redheart urges you, smacking your ass lightly, causing you to give a little jerk forward and receive another jolt of pleasure. You thrust between Fleur’s wonderful boobs, savoring their softness and how it plays exquisitely with the frenzied heat of her mouth. You feel your balls begin to tighten. You’re feeling really good. Pleasure builds and builds. Suddenly, almost out of nowhere, you feel like your cock is going to explode. The steady rhythm of your thrusts gives way to wild, jerky spasms. For some reason, you stroke Fleur’s gorgeous mane, affectionately petting her head. Your fingers grip harder as you get closer. You let out a gasp. “Feeling good? That’s it, cum for her.” Redheart urges, not stopping her own ministrations. She pants. You can feel her own fingers working away at her slit. She grinds against you and you mirror her actions urged on by deep instincts.

You try to groan out a warning to the mare, but it’s too late. “Fleur, I…” Carnal pleasure surges through your cock. And just as you lose control, Fleur takes the initiative to go all out. She bobs her head like mad and vigorously rubs your surging cock in her cleavage. Pleasured sex noises replace all words. The marvelous mare sucks down all the cum she can and licks your cock to clean it, but the volume of your release means some of your white fluid spills onto her tits. You grab her head and pull her in, fucking her face in your release. She just sucks you down, making mmmm noises and lapping enthusiastically. Your knees bend and you hunch over, trying to stuff your cock as deep as possibly into her heavenly hot mouth.

Then your orgasm subsides and you are sated. Your deflating dick is released from Fleur’s lips with a pop and some more drops of semen drop onto her chest. Dazed after your electric orgasm, you stumble over to the nearest deck chair and plop down on it. You see the mares approach you. You exhale winded, “I, uhh, woooow…”

“Feeling better now?” Fleur asks

You sigh out, “Ah yeeessssss…”

“So, how about we get to the real meat of the shoot?” Fleur asks, looking at you almost enviously.

“Hey, Fleur, ready to go hardcore?” Redheart asks, letting you go.

“Oh definitely,” the model replies with a wicked grin, her hands reaching back behind her neck, undoing the ties holding up her bikini top. “Now he’s been drained a bit, we can get serious.” You try to say something, but are stopped by a lump in your throat as you see Fleur De Lis’s bikini bottom fall away, revealing her pussy in its full glory. A gratifying feeling in your chest tells you you're not done yet.

Author's Note

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