These are the Stories of the NLAC

Chapter 3: For love of the game

Dottie Baker could barely believe the situation she had found herself in. Sure the idea of actually going to school for a club event was weird enough, but that was mitigated by the fact that her sister Sunshine had highly recommended the club. Yet when asked, Sunshine was always sketchy on the details about it. And now Dottie knew why. The NLAC was a nudist club, in Canterlot High! Sure Dottie was aware of the NLAC during the entire previous semester and what she was aware of she didn’t believe.

So image her surprise when those rumors turned out to be true. At first Dottie was apprehensive. While only a small amount of the student body of Canterlot High was present, ninety percent of them were running around the entire campus without anything covering their naked bodies. The rest either had towels or protective gear needed for this party’s event. And that alone was shocking, seeing many of the students and teachers she attended classes with. Yet, surprisingly, Dottie was more shocked by the theme: Sports. When she heard Sunshine mention that sports were this party’s theme; Dottie leapt at the opportunity to take part.

It didn’t take long for her jitters to vanish, especially now that she got a chance to play her favorite sport: Baseball. Well technically “soft” ball, as the ball being used was so soft that even if hit at a major league level, it wouldn’t hurt anyone. Regardless, the rules and playstyle was still baseball. And Dottie loved baseball deeply. Ever since she was a little girl and saw her first game at Citizen’s Bank Park, she was hooked. The way the players moved, the crack of bat hitting ball, the rustling of the dirt as players slid into base or to catch a ball and the roar of the crowd when the home team hit a homerun. She loved it.

Even better, when Dottie grew up she trained her arm enough to become a fantastic pitcher. And while no scouts would be eying her today, that still didn’t mean she didn’t have an opportunity to impress. Sunshine, who also wasn’t shy about her love for baseball; volunteered to be Dottie’s catcher.

“Now you’re sure you’re okay?” Sunshine asked before warm ups.

“Why ya ask Sunny, I’m fine.” Dottie responded.

“It’s just a few of the guys are going to be here and there’s gonna be a lot of dicks flopping around.” Sunshine giggled presenting me the game ball.

Dottie gave her a smirk, “Don’t worry about me Sunny; I can keep myself in order.”

With that, Sunshine handed her the game ball and headed over to the catcher’s position for me to warm up. Dottie was kinda thankful that Sunshine was allowed to wear her catcher’s gear for this despite the fact it must’ve been slightly uncomfortable. But as Dottie began her warm up tosses, things seemed to settle down nicely. She was a four pitch southpaw pitcher, preferring to toss from straight over head rather than around her side or in the more traditional sense. Outwardly her explanation for this was because most of her pitches broke downward: 12-6 curve ball, sharp change up and splitter combo, a heavy sinker, and a straight fastball for good measure. But the reality of her drop down pitching was because of her massive bust. At first she did try to pitch normally, but when puberty hit and her chest became the way it was, her breasts keep swinging into her arm no matter how rigged the bra. Throwing side arm or underhanded never felt right, so Dottie became an overhanded thrower and that fixed everything. It also added to her nickname among the baseball players: “Bodacious.”

Dottie actually liked the name, though she always swore it was Sunny who christened it. And today, with her full body on display, she wasn’t going to dodge any questions or points about that. So she focused on her pitching. There really wasn’t much difference to throwing nude as there was throwing clothed, outside of the general sense that she felt the breeze more. The ball was indeed softer, but also hard enough to give the proper simulation of a baseball feel. Soon enough her warm ups were done and the game was ready.

Dottie took a good look around the field, most of the players she was with she recognized as teammates or classmates. While it was weird seeing these people now without clothing on, Dottie shoved that thought out of her mind and looked at the opposing team dugout. Thankfully Rainbow Dash was nowhere to be seen or at least not here on this field. As amusing as that was, Dottie was more thankful she didn’t have to face Dash and gain even more bragging rights. Still from what she could gather from the hunks and babes on the opposing side, this was going to be fun.

“Batter up!” shouted the umpire, and the game was underway.

First batter Dottie didn’t immediately recognize, so even money it was probably a classmate not a sports athlete. Still she was a petite young high schooler who probably was looking just to get a base hit. Leaning in towards the plate, Dottie looked in at Sunshine who began putting some signs down for her. At first Dottie had to do a double take, because even with the chest protector covering a lot of Sunshine’s features, her pussy was still visible and it made Dottie slightly uncomfortable. But she shook it off quickly knowing that it was just going to be par for the course.

Sunshine went through the signs again and called for the fastball.

Dottie nodded and straightened up before setting her hands. Then she went into her wind up and fired the pitch. Much to Dottie’s amazement, the ball sped out of her hands and flew much like a normal baseball would. The bewildered batter meekly swung, but her bat missed the ball clearly.

“Strike one!” called the umpire.

“Nice pitch nice pitch,” the third basemen called.

“It was only a fastball,” Dottie whispered to herself, “Don’t get too excited.”

She leaned back in again and looked right at Sunshine. The call was for another fastball, to which Dottie nodded. After she set, she wound up and fired another pitch. The batter swung and grounded the ball to the right side. The second basemen reached out and grabbed the ball with his glove before gently tossing the ball to the first baseman for the out.

“One out, twenty six more to go,” Dottie muttered.

Next up was a tall, lengthy left handed batter whom Dottie recognized from her science class and the football team. He was certainly gifted, in more ways than she wanted to realize, but none the less an easy batter to face. The one known thing about football players trying to play baseball is that they have very long swings. Sunshine knew it as well and called for Dottie’s signature pitch the 12-6 Curve. Quickly Dottie set before kicking high and throwing the baseball.

Her release was alright but the ball flattened out just after it completed its curve allowing the batter to make contact when he swung. And when he contacted, it was a hard hit. The ball rocketed through the infield and out towards left center with a bang. Dottie was helpless do too much except run towards third base to back up the third baseman. Thankfully the outfielder fielded the ball quickly preventing the runner from going to second.

Dottie regrouped as she headed back to the pitcher’s mound. Now it was time to work out of the stretch, not something she was happy with. The stretch, in pitching terms, was an abbreviated windup to get the pitch over so that the baserunner would be hesitant to steal. However it drastically reduced Dottie’s effectiveness.

And Sunshine knew that as she called for the splitfinger. The batter was another student whom Dottie didn’t recognize, but now it didn’t matter. She had to either induce the double play or get him out. Quickly Dottie set and fired in a splitter that the batter took for a ball.

“Crap,” Dottie muttered to herself.

Still she remained composed and reset herself. Again she wound up and fired another sinker. This time the batter swung and connected bat to ball. The ball grounded weakly to the second basemen, who tagged second with his foot, before throwing it to the first basemen for the final out.

Dottie sigh and smiled as she and her team walked towards the dugout, “I might get used to this.”

• Blake Skies

Another Friday night in Canterlot City, another NLAC party at Canterlot High School. More specifically, another themed party.

Curiosity was what had originally drawn Shady to these parties in the first place, but it was the good times that were had with her friends, that kept her coming back for more.

That fact aside, however, the parties having a different theme each week was quickly losing the novel approach it had with her. Not being able to see what was going on, there was little appeal to it all; a lot of it was just undefined noise and commotion. She honestly could've been happy with these gatherings even if nothing special at all was being done. What exactly was wrong with just mingling and talking with one another!?

The theme in question for this week's party was sports. That was pretty much the extent of it, leaving those attending to figure out what sort of participation they were going to indulge in; much like the fantasy-themed party from a few weeks ago.

Sports was just more useless noise to her, it had no real appeal. When she'd found out the theme, she almost hadn't even come this week for that very reason. The only reason she had even attended was because Strut had managed to talk her into it, and convince her to give it a try. In the end she'd finally relented by Friday afternoon, and agreed to give this week a try.

Had she known what Strut had been planning, however, she probably would've just stayed home.

Apparently the world of sports was far, far more expansive than she'd initially thought, and wasn't limited to things like baseball, basketball, football and the like. Apparently there were nerf-type sports that involved participants shooting at one another! And while that at least sounded fun, not being able to see a target made participation problematic. So Strut had recruited her to assist in loading up detachable box magazines with little foam darts, while she and another friend got ready for what would apparently involve going to town on those who were present. She had no idea what all Strut and Jabber Jaw had brought with them for tonight's events, but it sounded like a lot of stuff!

"Remind me again, why did I agree to show up tonight?" she asked rhetorically as she sat perched on a table and loaded up what she was told was a snail drug magazine for foam darts.

"Because you didn't have anything better to do with your Friday night," Strut stated.

"Oh, I don't know about that. I could've spent my night staring at what would've most likely been a blank wall," she replied.

She heard some kind of movement coming from her right where Jabber Jaw was currently standing, but had no idea what was going on. Naturally she turned to Strut for clarification. "What'd she say?"

"She asked if popcorn or chips are the go-to snack food for such an exciting event," Strut clarified.

"Neither one. Pepperoni pizza and root beer," she replied much to the amusement of the others who were present.

"Snarky, you're a class act," Strut giggled. "Alright, that's it for spare magazines. Everything's loaded up. Thanks for the help, Shades."

The sound of everything being picked up and moved is what clued her in to what was going on right now. Strut had tricked her into coming here for the simple purpose of helping with the dirty work of what she and Jabber Jaw were planning on doing. And now that said dirty work was done, she was effectively being ditched.

"Jerks," she muttered as they walked off, "they've got some nerve, Sandlering me like that..."

Sports weren't her forte. That was simply all there was to it. Despite the sounds of others having fun around her, it was fun that she simply couldn't get into alongside them. That left her more or less sidelined, sitting perched on the same table she'd been sitting on for who knew how long. Sitting cross-legged, and contemplating shit. At the top of that particular list was how out of place she was at this particular party. She really didn't belong here, despite her best efforts at convincing herself otherwise. Those who were present were her friends and all, but friendship only want so far; even P.T. would have to agree with that.

"Screw it. I'm outta here."

She would slip out to the changing area, completely undetected by the others present. Grab her clothes, get dressed, call home, and wait outside to be picked up. It'd be easy enough to do, she could just tell her parents that the club's weekly meeting was about a subject she really didn't have any interest in, and that she didn't have any desire to stay around until the meeting had concluded. It wasn't a lie by any measure. She was just thankful that they were blissfully unaware of the finer details about what the NLAC was, and what it was about. That was a conversation she really didn't want to have.

She would also contemplate how best to get back at Strut for pulling this stunt on her. She was going to get it, it was just a matter of time before she figured out what she was going to do. But that was better reserved for when she got home.

"And what's a fair maiden such as yourself doing over here all alone?"

She stiffened up and nearly fell off of her perch in surprise at the sound of the voice being so close to her. She recognized a lot of voices when she heard them, but she really recognized that particular voice; it was Soarin! He must've come over while she was contemplating what she was going to be doing, and not fully paying attention to her surroundings. Had she been, she would've recognized his approach instantly.

"Hey, Clipper!" she greeted, unable to keep her voice from being tinged with excitement as she spoke. She tried to, but she'd failed miserably at exercising the necessary discipline in that regard. "So who's this 'fair maiden' you're addressing?"

"Well you're the only one sitting by yourself, so I guess I'm addressing you," he replied and chuckled. "Usually you're more active at these parties. Instead you're just sitting here all by yourself. Is something wrong?"

Clipper had noticed that she was absence from the activities? And he'd actually come over here to check on her, rather than dismissing it as her just being her?

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She did her best to shrug dismissively at the question. "Blind sports hasn't really caught on yet. The only reason I showed up is because Strut tricked me into helping with munitions for the nerf war," she explained.

"Oh. Well that's not nice," he replied, his tone sounding genuinely unhappy at that. She had to bite her cheek in response.

"No shit," she replied. But now wasn't the time for plotting revenge. That could come later. "So what about you? You got some track and field event going on?"

"No, not this time around. Actually since the theme is so wide open, I thought I'd get involved in ARMA instead," he explained.

Despite the gesture being unnecessary, she tilted her head at hearing his statement. "Isn't that a video game?" she asked, only to hear Clipper laughing in response. "What? What's so funny?"

"Well it is, but in this case ARMA means Association for Renaissance Martial Arts. A-R-M-A. Like learning how to properly use a sword in a historical fashion," he explained.

She couldn't help but frown at this. "Sounds pretty dangerous. Are you using real swords for that?"

"No, no, nothing like that! What we're using has a PVC core with foam padding wrapped around it," he explained.

The next thing she knew, she felt something in her presence, in close proximity to herself. Curiosity finally won out and she reached out to touch it for herself. It was long, hard, cylindrical... and totally covered in foam. Feeling further on down, she came to a section that seemed to fork off in two different and opposite directions at the same time, and further on down and continued on straight, her fingers brushing against Clipper's strong hand in the process of determining just what was being held in front of her.

She suddenly felt the need for an oscillating fan and a bottle of water.

"Oh," she replied as she slowly withdrew her hands. "Well take care then. have fun."

"So you're just gonna sit here by yourself?"

She'd expected that to be the end of her conversation. But it hadn't been. Instead Clipper was actually still present, and still talking to her, rather than going off to engage in his own activities.

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"Giving me something to swing or throw really isn't a good idea; too much risk of collateral damage," she replied and shrugged, "besides, it's alright. I don't really belong here anyway."

"Hold up. Say what now?" he asked, his voice filled with surprise as he spoke. "Whadda you mean you don't belong here?"

"Just what I said, Clipper, I don't belong here. I'm not a nudist, I don't come here because I like taking my clothes off. I show up to these things because I like being able to hang out with my friends," she explained. "Granted, you're probably better at hanging out than I am, but..."

She was surprised when Clipper actually chuckled at that.

"So let me see if I follow. You don't belong here at the NLAC because you're not a nudist, but you show up week after week anyway, because you like being with your friends. But instead of being with your friends, you're sitting here all by yourself, because you don't like this week's theme."

"Well like I said, there's not much I can really do. Give me a baseball bat or a hockey stick and I'm a liability to everyone around me. All I can really do is sit. So I'll sit," she explained and shrugged again.

"Huh," Clipper replied, accompanied by what sounded like him scratching his head. "You know, Shady, I think I have an idea on some sports you could take part in."

"Don't lie to a blind person, Clipper, that kind of stuff tends to get resented," she warned him.

"No, I'm serious, I think I know a sport that'd work for you," Clipper stated, "provided you don't mind getting a piggyback ride, that is."

"... A piggyback ride?" she asked. Now he really had her curiosity. "With who? You?"

"Well it was my idea, so..."

Clipper, giving her a piggy back ride? As in he was actually going to pick her up, and...

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"Let's do this!" she stated.

"That's the spirit!" Clipper laughed.

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