Just Girls Talking Dirty

With the yearbooks having just been delivered the day before, students at Canterlot High were still busy making their rounds around the school collecting signatures. During her afternoon free period, Twilight Sparkle found herself wandering the halls, searching for any other off-period students whose signatures she had not yet collected.

"H-Hey, Twilight!"

Twilight turned at the shaky, hesitant call of her name. Micro Chips rushed up to her, yearbook clutched to his chest. He bent over double to catch his breath, then looked up at her. "Umm...w-would you sign...?"

"Sure!" Twilight said. With a teasing smirk, she added, "even if you did beat me for 'Most Likely to Invent Cold Fusion'."

"Oh! Well, I, umm, you know," Chips stammered, rubbing the back of his head sheepishly. He coughed. "I, um, think you won the better superlative, really."

"Really, which one? I—" Twilight offered Chips her own yearbook to sign as she took his, which was already opened to a page. She blinked at the photo of her posing for a selfie at the beach in her high-cut swimsuit. The angle perfectly captured her curves and her long legs. She blushed. "Oh wow, I—I had no idea Sunset even put that in there," she said. "How did I miss that?"

The caption was "Most Likely to Win a Swimsuit Contest Without Actually Entering."

Twilight signed the page, then handed it back to Chips, who returned her yearbook. "I hope I don't have to sign that one too often," Twilight said. "It's kind of embarrassing..."

"Hey Micro DICK!" a loud voice boomed. Two huge jocks rounded the corner, malevolent smirks on their faces. "What's up, are you getting your waifu to sign your collection?"

The shorter, stockier of the two chortled. "Bet that'll make jacking off to it even better, huh?"

Twilight found herself going cross-eyed even as Chips went strangely pale and began shaking.

"Hey Twilight, check it out," the taller jock said, thrusting his hand into Chips' backpack and pulling out a purple folder, which he handed to his friend as he held a struggling, shaking Chips in place.

"You might wanna wash your hands, you've probably got nerd cum all over 'em now," the other jock said as he handed Twilight the folder, open to show a sheaf of photos which he spread out for her to see.

Photos of her.

"Whaaa...?" Twilight warbled, eyes shrinking in surprise behind her glasses. Almost on autopilot, she took the folder and went through the pictures. Most of them were from the beach—a lot of them, she'd taken herself with her selfie drone, but there were some that had been taken by somebody else.

There were also a bunch of candid photos of her around school and at the mall. These tended to focus on her legs or her chest, depending on the angle and what she'd been wearing. There were even a couple that had been taken from behind, when she'd been bent over while wearing a short skirt. She paled at those—her panties were clearly visible.

"Check it," the tall jock chortled. "We caught this dork with his dick out in the locker room the other day, jackin' off to his little photo collection of you. Pretty pathetic, huh?"

Twilight blinked, staring at a poleaxed, white-faced Chips. "Micro Chips...?"

Chips squirmed free of the tall jock's hold and ran down the hall as fast as his legs would carry him, stumbling and falling twice before disappearing around a corner. The jocks laughed raucously behind him. Twilight watched Chips run away, then rounded on the two jocks. "What is wrong with you?!" she yelled.

The jocks blinked. "Wrong with us?" the shorter jock asked. "We're not the ones who creep around takin' pics of girls to jerk off to!"

"No, but that doesn't give you the right to humiliate somebody like that!" Twilight countered.

"Pssh," the taller jock said. "You're one of the hottest chicks at CHS and one of the most popular! What do you care about some creepy little nerd!" His face twisted into a leer. "Then again...you are kind of a nerd yourself...maybe—?"

"Nah, she's bangin' that dude that runs Camp Everfree," the shorter jock said dismissively. "She likes meaty guys with real man dicks, not wimpy little creeps. Right, Twi?"

Twilight clenched her fists in anger. "You. Are. Such."

Violet magic streamed from her hands, eyes, and geode pendant. Her ponytail stirred, lifted by the power of her aura.

"JERKS!!"

Both jocks' eyes bugged out as Twilight seized their underwear in her magic and gave them the fiercest atomic wedgies ever given in the entire history of Canterlot High School. She then swept up Chips' folder and stormed off in an angry huff.

* * * * *

Twilight found Micro Chips sitting miserably in the back of the presently-empty AP Chemistry lab. She took a deep breath and walked over to him, clutching the folder in trembling fingers. "Hey," she said.

Chips looked up and flinched. "H-hey," he said. He looked away. "Umm."

Twilight pulled a chair up to the opposite side of the lab table and sat down primly, laying the folder down and sliding it over to him. "You forgot this," she said.

Chips recoiled from the folder. "A-ah...umm..." He looked up at Twilight, face pale and sweaty. "I'm sorry!" he blurted out. "I—it's not what it looks like—"

Twilight raised an eyebrow. "No, I'm pretty sure it's exactly what it looks like," she said. "It looks like you're sexually attracted to me, it looks like you've collected a lot of photos of me from the beach and, umm...elsewhere, and it looks like you've somehow managed to take a number of upskirt pictures of me without my noticing."

Chips cringed. "O-okay yeah it's...yeah," he said, bowing his head in shame.

Twilight sighed, folding her hands in front of her. "I'm not angry with you," she said. "I'm...a little embarrassed, and this whole thing is really awkward, and I have some serious questions about the upskirt thing, but..." She adjusted her glasses. "The way those guys treated you just now and humiliated you in front of me was not okay."

Chips winced. "Yeah, those guys have been on my case for a while," he lamented.

"Well, they'll think twice about messing with us nerds after the atomic wedgies I gave them," Twilight said with a smirk. She ducked her gaze, twirling one lock of hair around her finger. "So, umm..." Her cheeks flushed. "I know I shouldn't ask, but...was it true? What they said they caught you doing?"

Chips looked away, his own face burning a furious purple. "Y-yeah," he said hoarsely. "God, you must think I'm a total creep."

"Not really," Twilight said. "I mean, that's pretty normal. I remember walking in on my brother doing that a couple of times." She rolled her eyes and giggled. "You'd think he got caught burying a dead body, the way he reacted."

"But I bet he wasn't doing it to pictures of somebody he knew from school," Chips said sourly.

"Worse," Twilight said. "Comic books."

Chips' eyes widened. "Oh wow."

Twilight sighed. "I'm...embarrassed and a little grossed out at the idea of my pictures being used for that," she said, "but it's kind of flattering in a way? I mean, until I came to CHS, everybody ignored me and I was just this awkward nerd always shut up in my lab. Then I come here, and suddenly I'm popular and I get attention from boys older than me and it's like, what?" She shook her head. "Now, the thing about the upskirt pics, that does upset me. How did you even do that?"

Chips blanched. "W-well, I..." He coughed, seeing Twilight's expectant and demanding look. "I, umm...I copied the schematics for your selfie-sensing drone," he said, tugging at his collar. "I replicated the design, with some modifications. I, umm..." He ducked his gaze, his ears burning red. "I programmed it with your biometrics and some, umm...well...fanservice algorithms, and upgraded it with stealth features."

Twilight blinked. "You turned my selfie-sensing drone into a stealth stalker drone?"

"Kinda, yeah."

"Wow," Twilight said. "I'm impressed. And creeped out. But mostly impressed. And it's been following me?"

"It's programmed to patrol areas you're expected to appear, then follow you when you enter detection range. It's charging right now or else it'd actually be in the room with us."

"Can I see it?" Twilight asked excitedly. "Can I look at your specs, go over your code? Will you show me how the stealth upgrades work?"

"Uhh...sure," Chips said, blinking in confusion.

"Great!" Twilight said happily. "Oh, and I guess I won't report you for the whole stalking and upskirts thing. Just...maybe stop doing that?"

Chips ducked his gaze away. "Y-yeah, of course," he said.

"Can I ask you something?"

"Of course!"

Twilight scrutinized Chips. "Why the whole creepy stalker routine? I mean, we get along okay in classes and stuff. If you, umm...if you like-like me, you could've just, like, asked me out or something."

"No way!" Chips cried. "You're one of the popular girls! You're super popular and super hot! I'm a nerd! I'm just...plain and dull and awkward. Awkward guys like me don't get to even talk to popular girls, let alone ask them out!"

Twilight frowned. "Well that's stupid," she said. "Besides, I don't know if you noticed, but I'm also an awkward nerd, just like you!"

"Yeah, but—!" Chips pushed up his glasses. "You're an anomaly! You're an awkward nerd who's also super hot and popular! You're a paradox! And...and that just makes you even hotter but it also makes it impossible to get up the nerve to do anything but watch you from behind a camera..."

Twilight pinched the bridge of her nose. "Stop," she said. "Just...just stop." She looked Chips straight in the eyes. "You're making an awful lot of assumptions," she said. "Like, you think the whole social cliques thing matters to me, or that I even think of myself as part of a clique. I don't. I'm just me, and sometimes I'm not even totally sure what that means. I just know that I have a group of amazing friends who, well..." She gestured vaguely. "If you look at the seven of us, it's kind of weird that we're such good friends, right? Because we're all so different."

Chips frowned thoughtfully. "That...is true," he said.

"And this whole idea that being popular means you have to look down on people who aren't as popular is just ridiculous!" Twilight continued. "We're all the same, Micro Chips. We're all just people." She smiled.

Chips smiled back hesitantly. "I...I guess that makes sense," he said. "It's just hard to see it that way when you're used to being picked on and made fun of."

Twilight sighed. "Well, yeah, I can see that. I mean, that was me not too long ago."

They sat in awkward silence for a long moment. After a while, Chips pushed the folder back over to Twilight. "I, umm...I don't think I'll need these anymore," he said. "I don't think I can—y'know—anymore without feeling weird and guilty about it."

"No, you don't need to—I mean—!" Twilight blushed and slid the folder back over. "I don't have a problem with you having pictures of me. Well, maybe not the upskirt ones, but..." She squirmed in her seat.

Chips looked away awkwardly. "Twilight? Are you telling me it's okay if I, umm, try to ask you out sometime? Or would that, umm, not work because you know about the whole...me wanking to pictures of you and you knowing about it thing?"

"That...would make dating awkward," Twilight said. "I mean, that and I'm dating Timber Spruce right now, but we're not exactly steady or anything."

"Oh," Chips said listlessly. He shrugged. "It's just as well," he said. "I wouldn't have the slightest clue what to do on a date anyway, I'd just mess it up."

Twilight pursed her lips. "Honestly? The best dates are casual dates where you're just hanging out like friends, except it's just the two of you. Dates don't have to be a huge romantic production, they just need to be two people spending time together." She adjusted her glasses and smiled. "Like...you promised to show me your version of my selfie drone, right? Well, that could be a date!"

"Really?" Chips asked, wide-eyed and somewhat hopeful.

"Sure!" Twilight said with a bright smile.

* * * * *

After school, Twilight met up with her friends briefly to let them know she'd made sudden plans, then met up with Chips to head to his home lab. Chips' mother was over the moon at the notion that a girl was visiting her son, which led to no end of embarrassment on both teens' part.

"Sorry about my mom," Chips said as he led Twilight into the converted storage shed that served as his lab. "She can be a bit, umm—"

"My dad's the same way," Twilight said with a smirk. She followed Chips over to a workbench at the back of the lab, where a selfie drone similar to hers, but covered in dark silver reflective paint, sat in a charging pod. "So this is the stalker drone, huh?"

"Er, yes," Chips said. "Umm...can we not call it that? 'Covert observation drone' is more accurate and less, well...creepy."

"Makes it sound like a military thing though," Twilight said with a frown.

Chips shrugged. "Anyway, it's about done charging..." He flipped two switches on the drone's front panel, then pressed a button and stepped back. It whirred and beeped, then rose into the air. Its camera swiveled; once it found Twilight, it let out two muted beeps and slowly faded from view, leaving a light refraction haze in its place.

Twilight gasped. "Wow! Actual active light refraction camouflage!" She bent low, peering at the shimmery haze which she knew to be the drone. "The refraction doesn't affect its camera at all?"

"Minimally, but I installed filtering software to adjust for that," Chips said.

"And it's programmed to sense me being, umm...sexy?" Twilight said with a blush.

"Y-yeah," Chips said, ducking his head.

Twilight pursed her lips in thought, then turned her back to Chips and crossed the lab. The drone quietly followed her. She looked back at Chips, raised her eyebrow, then stood facing a corner, her back still to him, and lifted her shirt.

"Wh-what're you—?"

The drone zipped around in front of Twilight, its faint shimmer visible against the corner of the room. Twilight smirked and dropped her shirt. "Well it definitely does the two things you made it to do: be invisible and take naughty pictures of me. Oh, and you can keep that one too, I just wish I was wearing a nicer bra today."

Chips' face burned crimson. "Are you teasing me on purpose?" he asked.

"Of course," Twilight said simply, tossing her hair. "If there's one thing I've learned from dating Timber, it's that teasing horny boys is a lot of fun." She winked and giggled.

Chips grabbed a random sheaf of schematic diagrams and held them against his pants, letting out a cough. This only caused Twilight to break out into laughter, squeezing her eyes shut as she clutched her stomach.

"Uh, so..." Chips cleared his throat, shifting uncomfortably. "The specs and code and stuff for my drone are all over here..."

Sobering up, Twilight headed back over to Chips' work table, where he was spreading out the schematic diagram of his drone. She sat down on a rolling stool and started poring over the schematics, nodding thoughtfully. "Yeah, I see the changes you made from my base design," she said. "Oh, hey, you improved the battery life and reduced the friction on the propellers, not bad!"

"Aheh, well...those are just little tweaks," Chips said, scratching the back of his head.

"Tweaks that let it stay out longer and make it quieter while at the same time giving the camera more stability!" Twilight said. As she inspected the diagram, her hand brushed against a curled-up sheet that lay nearby, knocking it to the floor. "Oh?" she bent down to pick it up. "What's this for?" Curious, she spread it out and clipped it down. "It looks like a miniaturized version of the selfie drone—"

"Grk!" Chips' eyes flew open in panic.

"What's this attachment for?" Twilight wondered, adjusting her glasses and narrowing her eyes. "It almost looks...like..." She trailed off, then looked up at Chips with a pinched frown.

"I didn't build one! I wasn't gonna!" Chips stammered.

Twilight checked a reference number on the corner of the diagram, then opened Chips' computer and went into his files. She pulled up the matching code data and scrolled through it for a long moment, her lips pinching thinner and thinner. Her cheeks heated up. She turned and raised an eyebrow, folding her arms and giving Chips an annoyed glare. "Perv," she said flatly.

Chips hung his head. "I-it was just an idea I had when I was, umm..." He coughed. "I mean yeah, I drew up the specs and wrote the code, but I swear I was never gonna actually make one."

"Really," Twilight said in a dry tone. "So what, you just design things you're never gonna go through with building because of what, some fantasy you had about me?"

Chips shifted. "It's...not the only one," he said, gesturing to a bundled roll of schematics above the work table. Twilight blinked, then started unrolling diagrams. As she pored over them, her face grew progressively redder.

"Umm," she said. "I. Um. Wow. Some of these are very...inventive?" She scooted away from the desk, blushing clear to the tips of her ears. "So I'm just gonna...go," she said slowly. "Umm...I'll see you at...at school...yeah..." With that, she beat a hasty retreat, leaving Chips to stew in shame and embarrassment and awkwardness.

* * * * *

Two weeks later...

It was past nine in the evening, and Twilight sat in bed reading, her bare knees drawn up to her chest. It was warm and slightly humid, so she only had on a loose T-shirt and panties.

A faint buzzing drew her attention. She looked up from her book, a puzzled frown on her face. She checked her phone, but there were no notifications. The buzzing repeated itself; she looked up just in time to see a drone decloak in front of her. It was smaller than the selfie drone, and looked a bit like an inverted mechanical scorpion, with two large, flexible, rubber-covered claws and a "tail" that ended in a bullet-shaped purple knob.

The drone swooped down to skim level to the bed's surface. Twilight felt its "claws" latch firmly around her upper thighs and blushed. "Oh," she said.

A louder buzzing sound drifted up from between Twilight's legs. The drone's tail manuevered itself so that its tip rested against Twilight's crotch, then pressed firmly against her panty-clad slit, vibrating intensely as it rubbed up and down along her labia. Twilight bit her lip and moaned softly, eyelids fluttering. She slipped her hand between her thighs and slowly pulled her panties aside, exposing herself to the drone. She sucked in a sharp breath as the little vibrator penetrated her, sinking into her tight cunny and vibrating more intensely.

Her phone chimed a video call request. She picked it up and answered it. For a moment, the screen was blank; a light came on, and the image jumped around to show a pale violet dick, with a skinny hand furiously stroking it. She blushed and giggled, leaning back against her pillows and watching Micro Chips jerk himself off while his drone went to work on her love tunnel.