Canterlot. It’s the harshest city on the planet, brimming with people who are willing to step on anyone’s feet to get to where they want to be, even if it means losing themselves in the process. It’s also a place where dreams come true, having boosted fashion designers, photographers, painters, sculptors, singers and dancers to levels of fame that would cripple even the most confident men with envy. There were no “hobbyists” here, only people who had spent thousands of hours honing their craft, focusing on their customers and building an empire of art that would seem downright suicidal to any normal therapist. This was not a place for the weak. If you couldn’t make it here, you would find yourself on the streets, dying from hunger in a matter of days.
Unfortunately for you, however, you just happened to believe that your talent is being a pop singer, the most competitive genre of music to get into, but also the most rewarding to the people who survive. You just moved to Canterlot from a small village on the polar opposite corner of Equestria, and you would be the first guy to actually come out of that place to make a name for himself since the town leader was kicked out of office. The place you were in before was all about equality, about never using your strengths to compete, seeing as how it would only lead to bitter relations and broken hearts, and so far, everything you had seen in Canterlot up to this point just proved that philosophy right.
So far, you’ve done everything you can just to scrape by in this city, from waiting tables to washing cars to seriously considering stripping for strange men at one point, just so you could make that dollar you needed to carry you into the next day. Soon, your life became the same routine every single day: work for money, work for your career, then drink yourself to sleep. Sure, going to bars had its perks of being able to finagle and promote your music, but mostly it was just an excuse to ease the pain that the big city bombarded you with every single day. It had gotten so bad, in fact, that almost every bartender in Canterlot knew the name “Feather Bangs,” making you consider changing your name in case your reputation for drinking became more famous than your name in the music industry.
Tonight, though, you found a nice little hole in the wall where nobody knew your name, nobody cared who you were, and everybody had come with their own problems that they were dealing with. Looking around you, you see that the place is filled with hipsters, painters, berets, and fashion brand shoes, completing the ambience of struggling artists like you drinking to forget that this life may not be the life they had envisioned. Fortunately for you, however, is that even though this would be the perfect place to shmooze, rub shoulders and network with other similar artists, there was an unspoken rule in this bar that you leave your profession at the door.
You’re just happy that the day is over, though, having worked a double shift as a barista at your local coffee shop and spending the next five hours trying to wrack your brain to come up with the perfect lyrics to the next big love song. By the time that gin and tonic comes around, you don’t even want to remember what those lyrics were by the time morning comes around. You don’t want to remember anything, not the grind that you’ll have to do the next day or how you’re going to get your next song out to the major record labels. You don’t even want to remember your name anymore. You just want to finally be done working.
“Yes. One Chardonnay, please. Leave ze bottle.”
Turning to your side, you see a girl maybe a year or two older than you, wearing a black and white dress complemented by her stunning white hair and deep magenta glasses. Unlike the others in the bar, though, she doesn't seem depressed as much as seasoned, like she's been through the obstacles and has somehow gotten used to the Canterlot grind. When her drink arrives beside her, she wastes no time swinging her head back, downing her entire glass in one gulp and exhaling deeply, folding her arms on the table as she leans forward to let the alcohol set in. Then, turning to her side, she makes direct eye contact with you (as far as you can tell), and suddenly you realize that you’ve been staring at her since she sat down at the seat beside you.
“Yes,” she said in more of a demand than a question. “How may I help you?”
“Oh,” you mumble in embarrassment. “Sorry, miss. I didn’t mean to stare.”
“Zis is fine. I am used to having everyone’s eyes on me all ze time.”
“Oh, really? Great.” The two of you then break eye contact, followed by a long, awkward pause as she fills her glass once more, drinking her beverage at a much less violent pace than before. “So, uhh… I’m Feather Bangs, by the way.”
The girl then holds out her hand, her eyes seemingly fixated on the bottle in front of her. “Photo Finish.”
“Great!” The two of you shake hands, but after that, she returns to drinking, leaving another awkward pause to fill the air. “So, miss Photo Finish, do you come here often?”
“Zat is a very poor pickup line. Try again.”
“What? No! I didn’t mean it like that! This is just my first time here and--”
“Enough.” You wait for her to continue, but she just continues to sip on her drink, now ignoring you completely. Did you do something wrong? Is she just going to finish her drink and then leave without saying another word? You have no way of knowing whether you ruined her night or whether she was just being a colossal b-- “I have seen your eyes before. How long have you been here?”
“Uhh… fifteen, maybe twenty minutes?”
“In Canterlot, mein schnitzel! I mean here in ze big city!” Finally, she turns away from her drink to look you in the face once again. “You have ze eyes of a novice, trying and failing to make your dreams come true.”
Your heart sinks a little bit, having been reminded of the cruel realities awaiting for you outside the bar. “Yeah, um… I guess you could say something like that. I’ve been here for about five months now.”
“Ach! You are still just a baby!” Suddenly, she's reaching towards you, reaching her hands out and squishing your cheeks together, making this whole situation even weirder. “You have only just begun to see ze horrors that Canterlot vill throw at you. So precious.”
“Right. Ha ha.” Now all of a sudden, you kinda miss the silence, hoping that this chick isn’t going to make fun of how inexperienced you are the whole night.
“So tell me, schnitzel. What is ze dream?”
Finally, she lets go of your face, but you’re still not sure how much longer you want to keep this conversation going. “I’m just tryin’ to make ends meet right now. That’s the real goal.”
“You jest, yes? You cannot fool these eyes, Feazer Bangs. Tell me what it is zat you hope to accomplish.”
“I… want to be a pop singer…”
You wait for her to laugh in your face, just like everyone else when they hear that you’re trying to make it as a singer, but instead, she just smiles at you, not even in the condescending way like she has been. “You have a very good dream, schnitzel! I remember when I was just a mädchen, fighting my way to get through ze trials of Canterlot, but I overcame! And, I think zat maybe you will overcome as well.”
You begin to blush, which you try to hold back, but this is the first time anyone has ever heard about your goals without laughing in your face, let alone giving you their full confidence. Who is this woman? She seems so experienced, but what does she know that you don’t?
“So, what’s your dream?” you ask hesitantly, to which she coffs.
“I have no more dreams. I am here to make de magiks, and I have already established myself all throughout Equestria.”
“Oh… Wow…” You had no idea you were talking to a celebrity here. “So what do you do?”
“I am a photographer/fashion designer. I have been to every major city in Equestria and have taken hundreds of people to stardom in ze fashion and modelling industries. I have seen people’s dreams come true, and I have also seen zem end, sometimes to the point where zey never recover.”
Well, that’s reassuring.
“Which have you seen more of?” you ask. “Failures or success stories?”
There’s a small pause before Photo Finish speaks again, and before she answers your question, she takes in a deep breath, fills up her glass and chugs the alcohol down like a shot until her glass is empty again. “My boy, whether zey succeed or fail is completely up to zem. If zey are serious about being a superstar in ze world, then zey will prove it through zeir actions. Tell me.” Finally, she looks up from her glass and looks you straight in the eye, and although you can’t see her eyes through her deeply colored glasses, you can understand the seriousness of the look she is giving you. “You have seen ze life of stardom. It does not get any easier. Your current trials will simply be replaced vith new ones. Are you still certain zat this is ze life you wish to pursue?”
Whoa. This suddenly got deep, but… you can’t blame her for being so upfront about it. In all honesty, the idea never really sunk in that this isn’t just going to be your life until something better comes along. You always hear about how much effort pop stars put into working everyday, yet you’ve never really thought about how much they work once they actually make it. You’ve basically just assumed that after working for 12 hours a day for a couple of years, eventually you would be able to slow down and enjoy your riches, but that isn’t the reality of things, is it?
You take a minute to let things sink in, debating to yourself whether this is really the life you want to live. You want to be honest with her, and even if you’re not, she has enough experience by now to where she could probably tell if you lie to her. Finally, though, you clench your drink and look her straight into the eyes.
“Yes. I can’t go back to living the way I was before. It’s all or nothing for me.”
Photo Finish smiles from ear to ear. “Wonderbar! Zat is exactly the attitude I want to see! De passion. De determination. We drink!” Photo Finish then pours herself another glass of Chardonnay, gulping the alcohol down like it’s water while you pathetically sip down what left you have of your gin and tonic. With a satisfied sigh, she places her glass down and looks at your drink, shaking her head in disapproval. “Yes. Zis will not do. Barmann! Another drink for ze feathery boy!”
“Wait!” you exclaim before the bartender can double your order. “I can’t afford another--”
“Money is not an issue for me, schnitzel. You drink. Tonight is an evening for de celebrations!”
Accepting handouts has never been your forte, but in the situation you’re in now, you definitely aren’t in a position to turn down her offer. Besides, even if she is talking about your career, something which you came here specifically to forget about, she’s so interesting that you don’t want this conversation to end. Not yet, at least.
Actually, the conversation doesn’t even come close to dying down until an hour later. The entire time, you’re just listening to her tell you about all of the struggles she went through to get to where she is now as well as all the people she’s met along the way. You have another drink or two whereas she finishes the bottle and then some, and the entire time, you wonder how she can drink so much without getting loopy… or vomiting everywhere.
“Come,” she says out of nowhere in the middle of one of her stories. “I vish to take you to my room ver we can discuss furzer, but before zat, I need to use the little mädchen’s room…” (Pause for dramatic effect.) “I go.”
She then gets up and zooms her way to the restroom, which you can only interpret to mean that she’s throwing up right about now, but then again, she did just drink an entire bottle’s worth of liquid. You then think about whether it’s a good idea to actually go home with her, seeing as how you have another early day of work tomorrow, and as far as you know, with this girl holding herself up as well as she is, maybe she’ll even be able to drive herself home. At the same time, though, she probably has twice as much work as you have tomorrow, and situations like this don’t come up everyday, especially if you’re just going to be working all day everyday forever anyway.
“Photo Finish… has returned!”
Then, as you look back at this woman with her hands on her hips, holding herself up with the utmost confidence, you make your decision, not because you can learn everything you need from her, but because she’s just that interesting. “Cool,” you say with a hair flip. “Where do you live, girl?”
“Upstairs. Let us go and speak more of your vision!”
Well, that’s convenient. The two of you then walk out of the bar, and just as she said, just upstairs is a giant condominium complex, towering above the city like a giant behemoth engulfing the sky. Her suite, of course, is on the highest floor, being one of the largest rooms in the complex and furnished with red carpet, many leather-bound books and the smell of rich mahogany. Needless to say, she’s kind of a big deal.
“Make yourself at home, Feazer Bangs,” she says, taking a seat on her king-sized bed that just happens to be in the center of her giant living room.
“Dang, girl,” you say, gawking at the majestic interior. “How did you ever wind up gettin’ a place like this?”
“By succeeding.” Your heart drops a little bit, once again being reminded of the cutthroat economy, but at the same time, you feel a new rejuvenated sense of inspiration. Photo Finish is proof that you can make it, but the reality of the all-or-nothing mindset that you need to have still worries you a little bit. “Come, sit down. I vant to hear more about your life.”
“Trust me,” you say taking a seat next to her. “My life’s not that special.”
“Oh, bullscheisse. You have to be special if you came to Canterlot to pursue somezing greater than yourself, or are you really nozing more zan a pretty face?” Photo Finish playfully runs her hand through your silky bangs as she speaks, but as you try to pull her hand down in embarrassment, she rubs your head further, giving you a noogie that you can’t pull yourself out of. “You see, mein schnitzel? Zat is energy I see from you! You are alive, you are strong!”
“Not strong enough to pull away a drunk, 50 pound girl off of my head, though, apparently.”
“Zat is not true!” she says, folding her arms and looking away. “I am not drunk, you see?”
“No. You just drank a bottle and a half of wine, but you’re still completely sober?"
Photo Finish scoffs. “If zat were true, zen I would not have invited you to my room! I would be too afraid of you taking advantage of me while I slept, yes?”
“So, what I got out of that was two things: you either want me to take advantage of you while you’re awake, or you pass out pretty easily when you’re drunk.”
“I do not pass out easily!”
“So then you want me to take advantage of you while you’re awake. Gotcha.”
Photo Finish then tries to look as offended as possible, but you can still see the slight curvature of her lips that she’s trying desperately to hold back. “You have no evidence. You have proven nozing.”
Honestly, you’re a little buzzed yourself, but there’s no way that she could have had as much alcohol as she did and not feel anything at all, especially if she invited you up to her penthouse! You’re pretty sure she’s into you, but then again, you have been mistaken in the past... Damn you, Sugar Belle... Still, though, a girl this interesting, this focused on you--and this may be the alcohol talking--but a girl this beautiful might be worth taking a chance on, even if it means a weird misunderstanding if you’re wrong.
“So you’re saying I have to prove it?” you ask with a wink.
“Zer is nozing to prove!” she replies folding her arms, looking away in her pretend anger, but in that moment, with everything else feeling right, you ease your hand up to her cheek, gently turn her face towards yours, and lean in to place a soft kiss onto her lips. Just like that, you realize that your hunch was correct as she opens her mouth slightly to kiss you back, breathing out through her nose while her hand begins to play with your hair.
Then, you suddenly break the kiss, look past her glasses, piercing your gaze straight into her eyes and ask, “Still think there’s nothing to prove?”
“Enough,” she says, pushing you away and standing up. Crap. You blew it. “I am going to get changed.” Then, however, she looks back at you with a seductive smile. “Can I trust zat you will still be here ven I return?” With a grin that probably makes you look like an idiot, you nod your head, making her smile once more before she walks into a walk-in closet, closing the doors behind her.
At this point, you’re beginning to freak out. You gave up your old life specifically because you were having such little luck at the whole romance game, and this chick sounds like she’s the most experienced woman in Canterlot! You want to go through with it, but at the same time, is it really worth humiliating yourself over, especially with a woman who can help you navigate through the competition of the economy? You could probably get away with saying you don’t feel right taking advantage of a woman who’s had a couple drinks, but if you went through with it and underwhelmed her, the whole spell would be broken!
You make your decision and rise to your feet. As much as your balls want to get some action tonight, you can’t risk losing the only connection you have in this city. Who knows? Maybe she’ll actually enjoy the chase, like the fact that you’re someone who should be so easy to get into her clutches is just one step out of her reach...
“Photo Finish… has returned.”
...But then you change your mind...
Once she opens up her closet, you see her wearing transparent lingerie, revealing the vast majority of her skin while just barely covering her areolas and camel toes underneath. The sexiest part of the package, though, is that when she looks at you, you can see straight into her violet eyes, which takes her smile from enticing to undeniably irresistible. Then, stepping out of her closet, she makes her way back to the bed, her hips swaying femininely as she slowly approaches you.
“Wow,” you say, struggling to find your words as you work to hide your erection. “You look… uh…”
“Yes, mein schnitzel?”
“A-amazing! You look amazing!”
Photo Finish then places one knee onto her bed, leaning forward and cupping your cheek in her hand. “Are you saying zat because you truly think so, or are you just too drunk to see clearly?”
“I-I’m not drunk! You are!”
Photo Finish giggles, making her smile that much more irresistible, but then she leans her mouth forward even more, just barely out of reach, but still enough to make your heart feel like its popping out of your chest. “If I were drunk, vould I be able to do zis?”
Your eyes then shoot wide open as Photo Finish pulls your face in with both hands and places a soft, sensual kiss across your lips, placing one leg over yours and falling down onto your lap. You try to hold yourself back, but the growing stiffness in your pants is becoming to grow to a level that’s impossible to conceal anymore. You can tell she feels it, too, which makes your fear grow even stronger when she pulls herself off of you, looking down at your lap and giggling in your face.
“It seems you are excited, yes?”
“Maybe just a little.” You flash your shiny teeth for added effect, which makes her smile in return.
“If zat is the case…” Suddenly, you feel Photo Finish’s hand running down your jeans, leisurely taking your fly down with her. “...zen we will have to remedy ze situation.”
Your mind stops working, focusing only on the carnal desires filling your mind as Photo Finish continues you undo the button on your pants before bringing her hand up through your shirt. Without taking a moment to think, you reflexively grab your jeans and pull them down your legs, never losing sight of Photo Finish’s eyes, which are now glued to the large bulge in your underwear. Taking her chin in your hand, however, you bring her eyes back up to yours, placing a hard, passionate kiss on her lips as her arms wrap around your shoulders.
Once the kiss breaks, the two of you look back down to your erection, just barely shielded by the fabric above it, wondering if the time is right to pull it out, but with another sexy grin, Photo Finish pulls your shirt off of your body and throws it to the floor. The two of you are now down to only wearing underwear, and the only question that remains is whose will come off first. Fortunately for you, though, your partner answers that for you, descending to her knees and pulling the fabric down with her, popping your dick straight into the air right in front of her face. Then, closing her eyes and pulling a strand of hair behind her ear, she grabs hold of your shaft and places it into her mouth, running her lips gradually down your skin as she goes down.
You exhale a deep breath and begin to run your hand through her hair, gently pushing her down lower as her tongue begins to make its way down your cock, engulfing it with saliva. Her head then comes back up, then back down, painfully slowly, but with enough sensuality to make it grow even harder as her head begins to bob back and forth against your length. Meanwhile, her hand below begins to grip you harder, pulling up as much skin as she can to meet her mouth when her lips move down below.
“Mmm,” you moan. “Girl, you know this ain’t fair.”
Pulling her mouth off your dick to make eye contact, but using her hand to jack you off in its absence, she smiles and asks, “And vut is fair to you?”
With a smug grin, you reply, “How come you get to see me naked, but you’re still wearing all those clothes?”
Suddenly, Photo Finish’s hand stops, which you hope doesn’t mean that you’ve killed the moment, but without hesitation, she rises to her feet, reaches behind her back and unlatches her bra, bringing the straps down her shoulders and dropping it down onto the floor. She has the most picture perfect tits, C-cups with small areolas that make her breasts look even bigger on top of her slender waist. Then, sliding her thumbs through her pantyholes, she bends forward, boobs dangling in front of your face as she steps out of the fabric one leg at a time. Of course, her pelvis is just as enticing as her torso, without a single hair on her vulva to bring out the alluring image of her smooth labia.
“Is zis better for you, mein schnitzel?”
“I dunno,” you say with a chuckle. “I haven’t felt it yet.”
With an erotic grin, she pulls a knee up to the bed again, straddling her legs around you as she reaches down for your cock. The feeling of a woman as powerful as she is running her fingers down your length while looking you dead in the eyes is both exhilarating and terrifying, but when she looks into your eyes, you know exactly what you want. Nodding your head, you give her permission to continue, and without wasting another second, she angles your penis towards her folds and gently brings her hips down, inserting it gradually into her vagina.
The both of you moan quietly from the sudden overwhelming sensation that courses through your body as she begins to descend her hips all the way down to your balls, pulling your dick inside her as deep as it will go. You place your hand against the small of her back, which arches towards you as she places a hand on your shoulder and chest. Then, grabbing your shoulder, she lifts her hips up, then back down, grinding your skin against her inner walls which begin to grip your dick as tight as her grip on your shoulder. Both of your hands then descend to her bare butt, which you squeeze both to lift her up as well as to send her hormones into a drunken frenzy.
“Does it hurt at all, Feazer Bangs?” she asks you, looking up to you with eyes that plead for you to let her keep going.
“Naw, girl,” you reply, placing a sensual kiss on the crook of her neck, making her drop her jaw in arousal. “I’m more worried that people will find out about tonight, though.”
Photo Finish raises an eyebrow. “Vut do you mean?”
“I mean, don’t you think people will notice when you won’t be able to sit down for the next couple of days? Ha ha.”
With a smile forming across her lips, she trails a finger up your chin and quietly says, “I guess I vill just have to hide it, zen, won’t I?”
You’re now so horny that you can’t bear any more foreplay, grabbing her buttcheeks tighter and humping her with as much force as you can, causing her to inadvertently moan in the process. You can feel liquid covering your shaft, dripping down to your balls as your dick slides deeper into her pussy. She then wraps her arms around your neck, pressing her tits up against you as she does her best to match the power of your pelvis. Her head falls onto her arms, squeezing her eyes shut as she desperately tries to breathe through the sensory overload filling her undercarriage.
As your mind floods with nothing but carnal desire, your hands explore the entirety of Photo Finish’s body, traveling across her smooth skin all the way down to the crevice in her buttcrack. As good as she feels, though, you still want more. You then pull her off of your shoulders so that you can see her breasts bounce along with her body as your hips vehemently push her into the air, complemented by the look of irrepressible desire in her face. With all the control you have being replaced with intoxication, you press your mouth to her chest, pulling as much of her areola as possible into your mouth and sucking her nipple tenderly.
With everything going on, however, you can feel yourself getting closer to falling off of the edge completely, and finishing before she’s had a chance to thoroughly enjoy herself is the last thing you want to do. With one final push, you force your shaft in as far as it will go, holding onto Photo Finish to give her a chance to catch her breath.
“Have you finished already?” she asks with near despair in her eyes.
“No,” you reply with your signature smile, “but you’re about to.”
You then grab Photo Finish by the thighs and lift both of you into the air, forcing her to wrap her arms and legs around you as you charge your dick inside her, putting all the pressure on your abs and hips. Her moans become more feminine with a higher-pitch, and despite your earlier statement being a riff to transition into the next position, you start to think that maybe you really can send her over the edge before you.
Again, you squeeze her butt as hard as you can, bouncing her up and down while you suck on her tits above, to which she returns the favor by squeezing her pelvis tighter, gripping your phallus like an extra hand. Then, allowing her legs to descend back to the floor, you reposition her body, pushing gently onto her back until she’s down to all fours, giving you the perfect view of her butt and the curvature of her back. Before returning to having sex, though, you place two fingers into her vaginal opening, and when you pull them out of her body, they trail a thick liquid from the tips of your finger all the way back down to her vulva. You then place the fingers into your mouth, tasting her sweet love nectar while the other hand angles back down to her orifice and gently slides its way back in, eliciting an aroused sigh from your partner.
“Just hold on a little longer,” you say, placing your hand onto her hips. “I’ll get you over the edge before I finish. Just hold out a little longer for me.”
Photo Finish looks back and giggles. “You have confidence, I see.”
You rub the back of your head, trying your best to smile, but there’s a good chance that she can see how not confident you really are. “I may look pretty confident, but I’m actually scared to death you might hit me in the right spot here pretty soon.”
Then, with a smirk, she replies, “I plan on it.”
Suddenly, your hips are moving out of control, giving her so much agonizing pleasure that her moans turn into screams, filling the room as you hump through her as fast as you can. Just when you think she can’t possibly make you any hornier, however, she lifts her butt into the air, parting her cheeks enough to see her clenched butthole while your balls smack against her clitoris. She wasn’t kidding. She really might make you cum before you can give her a proper orgasm, which means that if you want to follow through on your promise, you need to make something happen now.
You then fall forward, pressing your chest to her back, and with your hands making their way up to Photo Finish’s shoulders, you pull her up, wrap your hands around her chest and start squeezing her nipples as she bounces on your lap. Meanwhile, with the last part of your body you have left, you bring your mouth to her ear, gently nibbling at the lobe, sending so much pleasure through her body that she can’t even scream anymore as she futilely tries to breathe. You can feel how close she is, but then again, it won’t take much longer before you can’t take it anymore either. With your eyes squeezed shut, you hold off your orgasm as long as you possibly can, biting your lip to hold back the growing pressure building up in your testes.
It’s now or never. This is your last shot. Calling upon all your strength, your squeeze her tits as tight as possible, sliding your crotch up hers as quickly as your hips will allow in one final attempt to finish her off. You can feel yourself surging between your legs, though, and you know that within seconds, you won’t be able to hold it off anymore. Finally, you give into your carnal pleasures, allowing yourself to lose all the feeling in your lower body, your mind giving up control to your arousal until finally--
“Yes! Yes!! YES!!!!”
Right before you cum, Photo Finish pulls herself off of your cock, falls onto her back in front of you, spreads her legs and begins squirting all over your lower body, covering your dick in even more of her vaginal fluid. Just as soon as she does, however, your dick begins to shoot semen all over her, decorating her face, tits, stomach and pelvis in long strands of white, sticky liquid. Soon the two of you are competing to see who can last longer and cover each other in more of your fluids, but despite how long your orgasm lasts and how much cum covers Photo Finish’s body, her climax continues to prevail throughout yours, her body convulsing in pleasure, covering the floor with her love nectar.
As soon as the two of you finish cumming, however, the room dies down into a sudden silence. The two of you look at each other’s beautiful naked bodies, covered in your respective partner’s sexual fluids, and once you both finally catch your breaths, you laugh and say, “Told ya I’d win.”
“I never agreed to ze terms. You have won nozing.”
“Yeah right, girl!” you say, playfully pushing her sides. “You’re trying to tell me you weren’t competing right there?”
“Not everyzing in life has to be a competition, you know,” Photo Finish replies, pulling herself up to her feet and wiping the semen off of her face. “Although I must admit zat I do admire how competitive you are. So precious.”
You can’t help but chuckle, but as you look back into her beautiful eyes and irresistible smile, you realize that now you’re at the point of the night that you hoped would never come. “So…” you begin, unsure of how you could possibly phrase your next sentence. “What now?”
“Now, I vill take a shower. You may do as you please.”
“You mean…” A smug grin rises onto your face, making her suddenly blush. “...I can join you?”
Photo Finish then puts her hands to her hips, looking away and trying to hold back her own smile, but no matter how hard she tries, she can’t hide how much she’s trying not to laugh. “Like I said,” she replies, finally giving up. “You may do as you please.”
In this moment, you have no idea what will happen after your shower, whether you’ll be allowed to stay afterwards, whether you’ll be sent home or whether you’ll even see her again. Photo Finish is the most desirable, powerful, intoxicating woman you know, and the last thing you want is for your relationship with her to end overnight. One thing you do know for certain, however, is that no matter how the night ends, you still have this moment where the two of you can get started on round two.
Author's Note
On the seventh day of Feather Bangs, Princess Cadence gave to me:
Seven minutes humping, six seconds cumming, five months in town, four different styles, three spots kissed, two rounds of sex, and a penthouse atop the city.
