Author's Note
I started writing this back in January during the government shutdown, but other commitments took me away from it until I just sort of forgot about it. It's changed quite a bit from the original version since then.
All characters are 18 years old.
Flash Sentry
Flash Sentry adjusted the strap of his messenger bag with a grunt as he traipsed through the crowded airport terminal, dread seeping into his veins.
He didn't want to be here. He didn't want to be leaving town for the four-day weekend. He certainly didn't want to attend his bullshit second cousin's bullshit wedding. And yet here he was, all by himself (because his parents had flown out the night before), struggling his way through a bottlenecked airport, with only one security checkpoint open because of political bullshit that had dominated the news for a solid month.
Flash didn't much like his extended family in Seaddle, and he really didn't feel up to attending a ceremony that rubbed in his face the fact that his second cousin, a first-rate asshole, could get a girl to stay with him when he, a genuinely decent (by his estimate) guy kept striking out over and over again.
It wasn't fair.
Flash checked the time and winced at his battery. Seventeen percent. Wonderful. He bit his lip, wondering if he could dig out his portable charger without raising any kind of alarms—and if it was even worth starting his phone charging when he could be in the checkpoint line for hours. With a sigh, he shoved his phone in his pocket, adjusted his bag strap for the millionth time, and shuffled off in the direction indicated by the overhead signs.
Once Flash found the end of the line for the checkpoint, he saw a familiar buttery-skinned girl with long, delicate cherry blossom pink hair standing to one side of the line, a small backpack festooned with bunnies and kittens on her back. She nervously shuffled delicate feet clad in airy green mid-heel strappy sandals as she quietly allowed people to cut in front of her in line.
Flash groaned and walked up. "Hey Fluttershy," he said. "Headed somewhere?"
Fluttershy gave a start, then smiled and clutched her slender hands to her impressive chest as she let out a breath of relief. "O-oh, hi Flash," she said. "Um. I..." She shifted awkwardly. "Um, I..." She poked her fingertips together. "I-I'm going to an anime convention," she said sheepishly. "In Las Pegasus."
"By yourself?" Flash asked. At Fluttershy's miserable nod, he winced. "That's a shame." He shrugged, looking at the long line ahead. "I'll stick with you in this line, at least," he said. "That way we'll both have somebody to talk to to pass the time, and you'll actually get through this checkpoint instead of letting everybody go past you."
Fluttershy blushed. "Th-thank you," she said. "I...don't like airports much. A-and this, umm..." She gestured around at the chaos. "Makes it so much worse."
"Yeah," Flash agreed. "Honestly, I don't even wanna be here, I have zero interest in this thing I'm going to. If my parents didn't insist, I'd be at home chilling with Streamflix or my GameBox."
"Oh?" Fluttershy asked. "Where are you going?"
"My cousin's wedding," Flash said. "My jerk cousin I really hate."
"Oh." Fluttershy ducked her head, frowning mildly. "So...pretty much a waste of your whole weekend then?"
"Yeah." Flash looked Fluttershy up and down. The swishy pink skirt she wore came to mid-thigh, showing off miles of beautiful, buttery leg. Her mint green off-the-shoulder top bared her round, smooth, creamy shoulders and showed the dark pink straps of her bra. Her geode hung around her neck, pillowing against her décolletage. She emanated a faint scent of cherry blossoms and roses.
Fluttershy blushed under his scrutiny. "Wh-what is it?" she squeaked.
"Huh? Oh, sorry," Flash said, blushing himself. "I just...you look really pretty today. I was, umm...yeah."
"Oh," Fluttershy said, blushing more pronouncedly. "Thank you."
They made awkward small-talk for several minutes, talking about what mutual friends were up to, new songs each of them had written, and the latest gossip at Canterlot High. Before the line had even moved ten feet, they'd run out of anything consequential to talk about, and simply stood in silence, waiting for the line to move.
Fifteen minutes into the wait, Flash asked, "So...anime convention, huh?"
"O-oh, yes," Fluttershy said. "I've always wanted to go to one, but, well..." She ducked her head and played with her hair. "They're so full of...of people..." She shuddered.
"Yeah." Flash watched the announcement board for a minute. "So, gonna cosplay?"
"I don't really have the courage for that," Fluttershy near-whispered. Then, she brightened. "Oh! But I did bring along some costume glasses and, I, umm..." She poked her fingertips together. "I figure if I put those on and pony up, that's...sort of like cosplaying?"
Flash grinned. "That sounds really cute. Be sure to send me pics."
Fluttershy blushed and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. "O-okay," she said.
A commotion began roaming up and down the line. "This is ridiculous," a man in a business suit a few paces ahead of them snapped. "How dare they shut down the only line!"
"What's that now?" Flash asked.
Another man, older and round-bellied, shrugged. "The security agents haven't had a break in nine hours," he said. "They're taking a lunch break, but there's nobody to take their place, so we're stuck until they get back."
"Oh no," Fluttershy moaned.
"Great," Flash groaned miserably.
"I wish there was somewhere we could sit and take a break without giving up our place in line," Fluttershy said. "My back and my feet hurt."
"Here, why don't I hold your bag for you for a little while?" Flash asked.
"Oh, would you?" Fluttershy asked with a soft, hopeful smile. "Thank you so much!" She slung off her backpack and handed it to Flash, who let the straps out enough that he could put it on himself and shrugged into it.
As they continued to wait, Flash found himself drawn more and more to Fluttershy's bare shoulders and legs. He'd never paid much attention to the demure girl before, but she was definitely among the most beautiful girls at CHS. As his eyes roved over Fluttershy's thighs, he felt a painfully familiar stirring, and grimaced. Ever since Sunset Shimmer shut him down at Camp Everfree, he'd felt frustrated any time he was around a pretty girl for any length of time. It wasn't fair, being surrounded by goddesses every day of your life when none of them would so much as give you the time of day. Going to the beach just made things worse—he managed to go to the beach on the same day as the Rainbooms, and wound up going home with an epic case of blue balls.
And now, here he was again, becoming engorged at the mere sight of Fluttershy's smooth, buttery flesh. And here, in the airport security line, there was nothing he could do about it. Nowhere he could go to quietly resolve his problem.
*If I could just touch her...*
*Who says I can't?*
Flash reached up and laid his hands on Fluttershy's bare shoulders, gently kneading and caressing them. Fluttershy gave a startled jolt and let out a sharp squeak, then relaxed. "Oh—oh! Flash! You startled me!" She stepped back into him. "Thank you, I could use a shoulder rub."
Flash brushed Fluttershy's curtain of hair away from the nape of her neck, pushing it to her front, baring a creamy stretch of sexy back and neck and shoulder. His fingers danced and pressed and glided and kneaded, savoring the smoothness and beauty and sheer femininity of her. As he massaged her shoulders, he leaned in close and breathed on her right ear, hot and humid and husky, then lightly caressed the curve of her ear with the moist length of his tongue.
Fluttershy stiffened. "Um. Flash? What are you—"
Flash began peppering light kisses on Fluttershy's neck and shoulders as he kneaded and caressed them. The tips of Fluttershy's ears burned red. "F-Flash? A-are you...umm...t-trying to make out with me?" She hunched into herself slightly, fingers flying to the ends of her hair. "Wh-why are you—"
"I'm incredibly bored and you're incredibly hot," Flash whispered into her ear. "I literally have nothing to distract me from your amazing body."
"O-oh," Fluttershy whispered. "W-well...yes, this line is very boring, but—" She cut off in mid-sentence, squirming, her breath hitching in her throat. While Flash's left hand remained on her shoulder, his right hand had trailed down her side and began caressing her thigh. Fluttershy trembled, squeezing her legs together and wriggling in place. Flash gently held her still as he stroked her thigh, taking advantage of the security partition to their right to hide what he was doing from prying eyes, while using his messenger bag as a shield on the left side. "Oh my goodness," Fluttershy mewled.
Flash cast furtive glances around, then slipped his hand underneath Fluttershy's skirt, caressing his way up the back of her thigh, toward her panty line. Fluttershy whimpered, squirming in place, as Flash's hand captured her satin-clad bottom, squeezing the supple flesh through her panties.
Fluttershy gasped and ducked her head. "S-stop," she whispered. "Somebody's going to see..." She bit her lip. "Wh-why are you doing this?"
Flash didn't answer; instead, he slipped his hand between her thighs and groped her crotch through her panties. Fluttershy let out a muted high-pitched squeak, eyes wide. "P-please, not there," she begged. She squirmed and shimmied as Flash stroked her satin-covered slit. "Wh-what's gotten into you? This isn't like you—"
Flash put his other hand on Fluttershy's stomach and pulled her against him, pressing her backside firmly against his body, grinding the bulge of his engorged manhood against her through his pants. Fluttershy's eyes widened. "I-is that?"
"My rock hard cock," Flash whispered into her ear. "You make me this hard."
"Oh...my," Fluttershy said, voice hitching.
A fresh wave of discontented grumblings swarmed through the security line. Flash immediately pulled his hand out of Fluttershy's skirt, but kept it close by her hip, leaving his other hand on her stomach. To anyone who happened to glance at them, they would look like a teenage couple with the boyfriend holding his girlfriend. That is, if they didn't pay attention to Fluttershy's terrified-deer expression or Flash's very visible erection.
A new message had appeared on the notice board:
ATC PROBLEM - ALL OUTBOUND FLIGHTS DELAYED 1HR
"That's an odd message," one man said.
"Must be having a manpower problem in the control tower," somebody else said.
"I don't believe this!" the irate man from earlier snarled.
"Oh no," Fluttershy said quietly.
As discontent ran rampant up and down the line, Flash felt excitement bubbling up inside him. A whole hour where no flights would be leaving meant there was no point in standing in the dead security line! He craned his neck around, and his gaze zoomed in on what he needed: the nearest restroom. Keeping one arm firmly around Fluttershy's middle, he escorted her out of the line. She squeaked in fright, staring at him with wide eyes. "F-Flash? What—where are you—"
"Let's go somewhere more private and finish what we started," Flash said quietly.
Fluttershy's irises shrank to pinpricks. "O-oh," she whispered. "Umm...no?" she tried. "I-I mean, I...I don't really want to..." She bit her lip.
"It's not like we have anything better to do," Flash said as he guided her to the restrooms. "And I've had it with walking away frustrated and jacking off by myself every time I get burned by one of your friends or go to the beach to unwind and see all of you in sexy swimsuits just...just being so goddamn hot and always out of reach!"
Fluttershy stared at him, blinking rapidly in confusion. "W-what?" she whispered.
Flash started to say something; his Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed it back. "Nevermind. It doesn't matter," he said with a sigh. He took hold of Fluttershy's arm and tugged her in the direction of the men's room. She hesitated, so he doubled back and put an arm around her, marching her along.
"Wh-what are you going to, umm..." Fluttershy bit her lip.
Inside the restroom, there was a recessed space between the toilet cubicles and a broad load-bearing column, well out of the line of view of the restroom door. Flash pulled Fluttershy into that recess and backed her up against the wall, dropping both their bags in the first stall. He put his hands on her shoulders, then leaned in and pressed his lips to hers, kissing hungrily. Fluttershy closed her eyes and surrendered to the kiss, parting her lips and letting his tongue explore her mouth. After a long moment, he drew back, a long string of saliva connecting their lips together, and stared into Fluttershy's eyes, which were full of trepidation. Flash looked her up and down, taking in every detail. He pushed her top down, trapping her arms as he stretched the knit fabric over the swell of her bust. Fluttershy whimpered, but offered no resistance as her pink bra came fully into view. Flash slipped his hands around her back and fumbled with the hooks, then lifted it away, exposing creamy, smooth buttery yellow mounds with pert golden nipples.
"Oh god yes," Flash said. He cupped Fluttershy's breasts and kneaded them. Her breath hitched in her throat as she watched him. She gasped as he pinched and teased her nipples. "I always did wanna see your tits," Flash said as he fondled her.
"Y-you did?" Fluttershy asked, blushing.
"Me and pretty much every guy at CHS," Flash said. "You've got really nice tits, better than almost every other girl at school."
"Oh. Oh my. Umm...well, thank you," Fluttershy said, blushing more furiously.
After spending a few minutes just playing with Fluttershy's tits, Flash let one hand drop to her thigh. He stroked the inside of her thigh as his hand played up her skirt, where once again he cupped her crotch through her panties, rubbing and stroking. Fluttershy bit back a moan, working one arm free of her shirt and biting her knuckles. Flash took a moment to help her free her other arm, then went back to kneading her breast as he rubbed her satin-sheathed sex. He stole another kiss from her, which she returned less hesitantly this time.
"You are so fucking hot," Flash whispered as he broke the kiss. He took one step back and unbuckled his belt, dropping his pants and boxers around his ankles. Fluttershy's gaze dropped to his raging boner and swollen balls. She let out a startled squeak, clapping her hands to her mouth. Flash took one of Fluttershy's hands and brought it down to his member, wrapping her long, delicate fingers around his shaft.
"Wh-what—don't—" Fluttershy protested meekly. Flash guided Fluttershy's hand along his length in long, smooth strokes. "Oh my goodness," Fluttershy said shakily, her face beet red.
"Get on your knees," Flash instructed hoarsely. Fluttershy frowned poutily, but reluctantly knelt down. Flash let go of her hand, and she kept stroking his cock, working the length, rubbing her thumb along the tip. "Shit, that's good," Flash grunted. "You rock at this."
"I've never done this before," Fluttershy whispered. "Oh my goodness..."
"Nnnnngh," Flash grunted. "God I need this. I need more." He put his hand on the back of Fluttershy's head and pulled it towards him. "I need your mouth."
"N-no, please," Fluttershy said with a gasp. "Don't—I don't want to do that..."
"Come on, do it," Flash said.
"Oh, alright," Fluttershy sighed, then opened her mouth wide, taking Flash's length in. She stared up at him with pouty, baleful eyes as she sucked his dick, her breasts bouncing and swaying with the back-and-forth rocking of her torso. She worked his shaft with one hand, her spit glistening on his shaft as it pistoned into her pretty golden lips.
It didn't take long at all for Flash to come; his first shot went inside Fluttershy's mouth, with the second and third rounds covering her face and getting in her hair. She sat back on her heels, looking up at him with big doe eyes. "You got me all messy," she complained.
Flash pulled Fluttershy to her feet and crouched down in front of her. "Lift up your skirt," he said.
Fluttershy frowned. "What are you...what are you going to do to me now?" she asked haltingly. Flash ignored her, running his hands up her thighs to her hips, hooking his thumbs into the waistband of her panties. "O-oh," Fluttershy whimpered. Taking a hitching breath, she grabbed the hem of her skirt and lifted it up, exposing her pink satin panties. Flash sucked in a breath as he worked her panties free; her crotch had become damp, and the satin carried a heavy, musky smell. He slid them down her long, shapely legs, then slid his hands back up her calves and thighs, kneading her bare ass for a moment before bringing one hand to her slit. He stared in surprise at the small, neatly-trimmed patch of pubic hair, cut into the shape of a bunny rabbit's head. He let out a disbelieving bark of laughter.
"Seriously?" he asked, looking up at her. "A bunny?"
Fluttershy's face burned crimson. "It's cute," she whined.
Flash chuckled. "No, this is cute," he said as he stroked her puffy slit, spreading her outer folds a bit, slipping a finger just inside her and wriggling it around. Fluttershy squeaked, covering her face with both hands.
"We should stop," Fluttershy said in quavering tones. "I—I don't want somebody coming in a-and seeing this...seeing me like—like this..."
Flash curled a finger deep inside Fluttershy's sex, making her moan softly and stiffen in surprise. "Your pussy is so wet," he said. "So tight."
"C-can you please not...not call it that?" Fluttershy asked, blushing. "I...I prefer 'cunny', can you use 'cunny'?"
Flash smirked as he rubbed her clit with his thumb. "I don't care what I call it," he said. "All I care about is fucking it."
"Eep!" Fluttershy cried. "F-Flash!" Her eyes were wide and her face was more red than yellow. "Y-you can't just—!"
"I can't just what?" Flash asked, looking up at her with eyes full of raw, carnal need. "What can't I just do, Fluttershy?"
Fluttershy spluttered, then stammered, then whispered something very quiet, covering her face with both hands.
"Sorry, I didn't quite catch that," Flash said.
Fluttershy peeked at him between her fingers, then whispered in a barely audible voice, "F-fuck my cunny."
"And why not?" Flash asked.
Fluttershy stared at him. "We're in an airport bathroom!" she squeaked. "A-and...and you don't even have a c-co-" She stumbled on the word. "Y-you know, a thing!"
"A condom?"
"Yes!"
"So if we weren't in an airport bathroom and I had a condom, you'd let me fuck you?" Flash asked.
Fluttershy squeaked. "I never said that!" she gasped.
"But would you?"
Fluttershy blinked slowly, her face still beet red. "I-I don't know...maybe?"
Flash stood up and leaned over Fluttershy, taking her chin and tilting it up to face him. "And what if I do fuck you right here, in the airport bathroom, without a condom?"
Fluttershy sucked in a trembling breath. She ducked her head, letting her bangs fall over her eyes, which averted from his piercing gaze. "I..." She bowed her head. "I wouldn't stop you," she said resignedly.
Flash took Fluttershy's hands in his. "I really, really want you," he said huskily. "All of you."
Fluttershy looked up at him coyly, then ducked her head away again. "Umm...can we do it on the floor maybe? My feet hurt."
Flash smiled. "Alright."
"Umm...a-and try not to, umm..." Fluttershy stammered over her words. "C-come inside me? Please?"
"Aww, but I want to see you full of my cum," Flash said with a mock pout.
"I mean it," Fluttershy said, more seriously. "Please don't get me pregnant, I'm not ready to be a mommy."
"I'll do my best to pull out," Flash promised.
Fluttershy nodded. "O-okay." She slid down to the floor and took her shoes off, pushing them underneath the partition of the stall next to them. Flash knelt down facing her, his stiff mast eager and anxious. Fluttershy stared at his cock. "Oh my," she said.
Flash grimaced. "There's not much room for us to spread out," he said. "If you lie down on your back, we'll be spilling out onto the floor."
"O-oh...right," Fluttershy said. She bit her lip. "Umm...maybe we can take a raincheck on this then?" she asked hopefully.
Flash slipped his hand between her thighs and probed her slit, thrusting a finger deep inside her. "Guess again," he said.
Fluttershy's breath hitched. "Oh...okay," she said. "Umm..." She looked around, then sighed. "I guess...oh...oh my." She crawled around and got to her knees, leaning against the support column, her ass in the air. By this point, she was blushing clear to the tips of her toes. "Is...is this okay?"
"Oh god yes," Flash said, swallowing as he stared at Fluttershy, on her knees, ass raised, pouty sex glistening and ready, looking back at him demurely over her shoulder. A fresh surge of blood rushed to his groin, further engorging his cock. He shuffled over to squat behind her, hands on her hips as he prodded her slit with his hungry, glistening tip.
"R-remember, you—you promised no coming inside me," Fluttershy said quietly.
"I'll try," Flash grunted. Gripping her hips securely, he slowly, firmly thrust into her. Fluttershy gasped sharply. Flash waited a few seconds, then drove his length into her, slowly, until his balls bumped up against her flesh.
Then he pulled back and drove in, faster and firmer, the sharp smack of flesh on flesh ringing out over Fluttershy's soft cries. She braced herself firmly against the column, hair curtaining her face, as Flash pounded into her. "Ahh....nnngh...ooooh," Fluttershy moaned, barely audible over the wet slaps and slurps from her sex.
"Oh god," Flash grunted. "Oh god, it's so tight..."
"Ha-harder," Fluttershy whispered raggedly. "Please...harder..."
"Are you...sure?" Flash asked, a desperate ache building up in his balls.
"Harder!" Fluttershy insisted, bucking her hips against him. Flash tightened his hold on her waist and drove into her fast, deep, and hard, barely hilting before pulling back and driving it in again. Fluttershy cried out raggedly, throaty, animalistic moans unlike any sound Flash had ever heard the timid girl make. Her ragged cries spurred him on, bringing him closer and closer to climax.
"I'm...ngh! Gonna...aaahh, fff...! I'm gonna come!"
"Not yet!" Fluttershy cried. "More!"
"I can't!" Flash grunted. "I need to...ngh...ahhhh..." He strained to pull out, but Fluttershy's pussy clenched up on him, seizing him in a viper's grip. "Nnnnghhhaaaaa!" He struggled and finally made it out just in time, his seed bursting out all over Fluttershy's back, ass, and legs. He collapsed against the partition behind him, panting and sweating. "Oh god," he croaked. "Oh god that was amazing."
"That...that was...intense," Fluttershy panted. She slumped to the floor, leaning against the column, a sweaty, sticky mess. She looked up at Flash with bleary eyes over puffy cheeks. "Was...was that what you needed?" she asked.
"God yes," Flash said. "Thank you, Fluttershy. Damn..." He looked her up and down and winced. "Yikes, I really wrecked you, didn't I?"
Fluttershy grimaced. "I have wet wipes in my bag," she said. "And there are paper towels in here, and soap and water."
"True." Flash took a moment to catch his breath. "Seriously, thanks. And...and I'm sorry I went all horndog on you out of nowhere. I'm just...I've been really pent up for a while now."
Fluttershy smiled. "I don't mind," she said. "I mean...okay, at first I was a little scared and upset and kind of mad, but when you started touching me, it felt so naughty but so..." She blushed. "Nice..." She played with her hair. "I have to admit I didn't expect it to go this far, but...I'm not sorry it did." Her smile turned coy. "I, umm...I think it'd be nice of you to maybe take me on a real date sometime? If...if you want..."
"I'd love that," Flash said. He sighed. "Well, we'd better hurry and get cleaned up. I wonder how long—" His phone sounded an alert. Frowning, he fumbled it out of his discarded pants. He stared, slack-jawed, at the message. "Oh, come on!"
"What is it?" Fluttershy asked.
"Alert from the airline," Flash said miserably. "All service out of Canterlot is stopped. My flight's cancelled."
Fluttershy's phone went off. Both teens blinked.
"Yeah, looks like I won't be going to my convention after all," Fluttershy said sadly.
"Sorry about that," Flash said. "Hey, how about after we get cleaned up and get outta here, we go grab something to eat?"
"Oh, yes please," Fluttershy said.
"Then maybe go back to my place?"
"W-well...maybe," Fluttershy hedged.
"For the whole weekend?"
"Don't push it."
"Right, sorry..."
Author's Note
The same story, from Fluttershy's perspective, with her take on the events.
Fluttershy
In hindsight, Fluttershy wished she'd worn flats or sneakers to the airport. She hadn't even been there half an hour and already her feet were killing her.
Canterlot High had a four-day weekend, and it just so happened to coincide with KawaiiCon, an anime convention she'd been wanting to attend forever. She'd never been able to work up the nerve before, but thanks to the support of her friends, she'd become a more assertive person since joining the Rainbooms, and felt like taking a great big step into the grown-up world.
There was just one problem: the airports were overcrowded and understaffed, and getting through the security lines was taking forever.
"Oh! Excuse me, you—" Fluttershy tried as an important-looking man walked right past her. An elderly man stepped up behind him, and Fluttershy let him pass without trying to stop him. A few more people got in line ahead of her, and she tried to assert that they were cutting in line, but her timid voice simply didn't carry over the din of the airport. She felt herself growing frustrated and irritated, and her sore feet and achy shoulders really weren't helping.
"Hey Fluttershy," a voice called from behind her. "Headed somewhere?"
Fluttershy gave a start, but smiled in relief when she recognized the voice and turned to face its source: a handsome boy her age with peach skin, almond-shaped eyes, and spiky blue hair. "O-oh, hi Flash," she said. "Um. I..." She shifted her weight, anxious about admitting where she was going. Would Flash think she was weird? "Um, I..." She poked her fingertips together. "I-I'm going to an anime convention," she finished sheepishly. "In Las Pegasus."
"By yourself?" Flash asked. Fluttershy nodded miserably. In truth, she had hoped one or two of her friends would go with her, but either they couldn't afford the trip, had prior commitments, or just weren't interested. "That's a shame," Flash said with a shrug, looking at the long line ahead. "I'll stick with you in this line, at least," he continued. "That way we'll both have somebody to talk to to pass the time, and you'll actually get through this checkpoint instead of letting everybody go past you."
Fluttershy felt herself blush, but inwardly she breathed a HUGE sigh of relief. "Th-thank you," she said. "I...don't like airports much. A-and this, umm..." She gestured around at the chaos. "Makes it so much worse."
"Yeah," Flash agreed. "Honestly, I don't even wanna be here, I have zero interest in this thing I'm going to. If my parents didn't insist, I'd be at home chilling with Streamflix or my GameBox." His face twisted up in a grimace of pure teenage aggravation, a feeling Fluttershy could resonate with—she often felt it when dealing with her friends' nonsense, her brother's everything, and people ignoring her when she tried to speak up.
"Oh?" Fluttershy asked. "Where are you going?"
"My cousin's wedding," Flash said with a resigned roll of his eyes. "My jerk cousin I really hate."
"Oh." Fluttershy frowned; she well understood Flash's sentiment, even if it wasn't a very nice thing to say. "So...pretty much a waste of your whole weekend then?"
"Yeah." Flash fell silent then; his eyes traveled from the top of Fluttershy's head to the tips of her toes and back, roving over her body in a way that made her jumpy.
"Wh-what is it?" she asked, feeling her cheeks heat up.
"Huh? Oh, sorry," Flash said, his cheeks dusting with a rose hue. "I just...you look really pretty today. I was, umm...yeah."
"Oh," Fluttershy said, now aware she was blushing quite profusely. "Thank you." Despite her shyness and dislike of people staring at her, Fluttershy was conscious of and prideful in her appearance, and the rare compliment she received on her looks made her feel better about herself even as it simultaneously embarrassed her.
They made awkward small-talk for several minutes, talking about what mutual friends were up to, new songs each of them had written, and the latest gossip at Canterlot High. Before the line had even moved ten feet, they'd run out of anything consequential to talk about, and simply stood in silence, waiting for the line to move.
Fifteen minutes into the wait, Flash asked, "So...anime convention, huh?"
"O-oh, yes," Fluttershy said timidly. "I've always wanted to go to one, but, well..." She ducked her head and played with her hair, a nervous habit she'd been tring to break herself of. "They're so full of...of people..." An involuntary shudder washed through her at the thoughts of crowded dealer rooms and lobbies with dozens of bodies packed tightly together, not even able to get from one place to another without being in somebody's personal space.
"Yeah." Flash watched the announcement board for a minute. "So, gonna cosplay?" he asked after a moment of silence.
"I don't really have the courage for that," Fluttershy replied. "Oh! But I did bring along some costume glasses and, I, umm..." She poked her fingertips together. "I figure if I put those on and pony up, that's...sort of like cosplaying?"
Flash grinned. "That sounds really cute. Be sure to send me pics."
"O-okay," Fluttershy said, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear coyly. Come to think of it, did she even have Flash's number in her phone? She was about to take it out of the side pocket of her backpack when a commotion began roaming up and down the line.
"This is ridiculous," a man in a business suit a few paces ahead of them snapped. "How dare they shut down the only line!"
"What's that now?" Flash asked.
Another man, older and round-bellied, shrugged. "The security agents haven't had a break in nine hours," he said. "They're taking a lunch break, but there's nobody to take their place, so we're stuck until they get back."
"Oh no," Fluttershy moaned. Those poor people had been working for nine hours without a break, and all these rude and impatient people were complaining about a little inconvenience? Hadn't they been paying attention to the news? These poor people weren't even being paid to show up to work, and they had families who were starving and going without medicine and even electricity because they couldn't pay the bills!
"Great," Flash groaned miserably.
"I wish there was somewhere we could sit and take a break without giving up our place in line," Fluttershy said. "My back and my feet hurt."
"Here, why don't I hold your bag for you for a little while?" Flash asked.
"Oh, would you?" Fluttershy asked with a soft, hopeful smile. "Thank you so much!" She slung off her backpack and handed it to Flash, who let the straps out enough that he could put it on himself and shrugged into it.
Fluttershy tried to tune out the grumbling and complaining of the people ahead of her in line. She started going over song lyrics she'd recently written in her head to filter out the crowd noise, and after a few more minutes, gave serious thought to taking off her shoes and going barefoot. The heels were really starting to hurt.
She was brought out of her reverie by a warm, callused pair of hands landing on her shoulders, kneading and caressing them. She squeaked in fright, nearly jumping out of her skin. *Someone's grabbing me! I'm being abducted! I'm going to be sold into sex slavery! They'll use my body as a public toilet in some third world country! My poor critter friends will never know what happened to me and they'll miss all their playtimes and mealtimes and snacktimes!*
And then the more rational part of her mind kicked in, reminding her that Flash Sentry was standing right behind her, that if anybody had tried to grab her, he'd have said something, and that only the left hand of her 'assailant' was callused.
*You're not being attacked or abducted, silly goose. Flash Sentry is being the nice guy he is and giving you a massage.*
"Oh—oh! Flash! You startled me!" Fluttershy stepped back into him. "Thank you, I could use a shoulder rub."
Flash rearranged her hair so he could get at more of her back and neck, and Fluttershy smiled at the tender care he was putting into looking for all the little knots of tension and soreness in her back and shoulders, his fingertips dancing and gliding across her skin. She was suddenly glad she'd opted to wear an off-the-shoulder top today; she wasn't fond of showing that much skin, but this one moment of sweet attention to her aching shoulders was definitely worth it.
But then, Fluttershy felt a hot, humid puff of air against her right ear. Followed by what she was absolutely certain was Flash's tongue tracing a path around the curve of her ear.
*What the—why is he licking my ear?!* "Um. Flash? What are you—"
What had started as a nice relaxing shoulder rub was now taking a decidedly odd turn as Flash started planting light butterfly kisses all over Fluttershy's bare neck and shoulders. She felt her ears burning. "F-Flash? A-are you...umm...t-trying to make out with me?" She hunched into herself slightly, fingers flying to the ends of her hair. This didn't make any sense! Flash had never shown any interest in her before, and she certainly hadn't shown any in him! Not that he wasn't a nice boy or anything, but they just had nothing in common and had never really interacted much. "Wh-why are you—"
"I'm incredibly bored and you're incredibly hot," Flash whispered into her ear. "I literally have nothing to distract me from your amazing body."
A maelstrom of embarrassment and other, less familiar emotions churned up within Fluttershy at that. She felt flattered at the praise, yes, and also a bit upset at Flash for presuming to put his hands on her and kiss her without asking, which was the kind of thing her creep brother would do. But underneath all of that was just the faintest hint of need—Flash's touch felt good, after all, and she didn't exactly mind if he wanted to be a little silly with her in a bad situation.
If only there weren't so many people around...
"O-oh," Fluttershy whispered. "W-well...yes, this line is very boring, but—" She cut off in mid-sentence, squirming, her breath hitching in her throat. While Flash's left hand remained on her shoulder, his right hand had trailed down her side and began caressing her thigh. Fluttershy trembled, squeezing her legs together and wriggling in place. "Oh my goodness," Fluttershy mewled as Flash unabashedly fondled her thigh right there in the middle of the airport.
What was going on here? This wasn't like Flash at all! Admittedly she didn't know him well, but he'd never come across as the kind of guy who would take advantage of a girl like this!
After what couldn't have been more than a few minutes but felt like forever, Flash got bored with rubbing her thigh and worked his way up her skirt. Fluttershy whimpered, squirming in place, as Flash's hand seized her butt through her satin panties, giving her a firm squeeze.
Fluttershy gasped and ducked her head. "S-stop," she whispered. "Somebody's going to see..." She bit her lip. "Wh-why are you doing this?"
Flash didn't answer; instead, he slipped his hand between her thighs and groped her crotch. Fluttershy fought back a scream, not wanting to draw any attention. She couldn't bear it if anyone saw what was happening now!
"P-please, not there," she begged. She squirmed and shimmied as Flash ignored her and kept rubbing her cunny through her panties. "Wh-what's gotten into you? This isn't like you—"
Flash suddenly put his other hand on Fluttershy's stomach and pulled her against him, pressing her backside firmly against his body. She felt a firm bulge press into her rear. Her eyes widened. "I-is that?"
"My rock hard cock," Flash whispered into her ear. "You make me this hard."
"Oh...my," Fluttershy said, voice hitching. In that moment, she wanted nothing more than to bolt out of the security line, run to the other end of the airport, and find somewhere—anywhere—to hide until Flash Sentry went away, then avoid him like the plague for the rest of her life.
Except...a small, naughty part of her was starting to enjoy where this weird, awkward, uncomfortably public encounter with Flash Sentry was going.
A fresh wave of discontented grumblings swarmed through the security line. Flash immediately pulled his hand out of Fluttershy's skirt, but kept it close by her hip, leaving his other hand on her stomach. To anyone who happened to glance at them, they would look like a teenage couple with the boyfriend holding his girlfriend. That is, if they didn't pay attention to Fluttershy's terrified-deer expression or Flash's very visible erection.
A new message had appeared on the notice board:
ATC PROBLEM - ALL OUTBOUND FLIGHTS DELAYED 1HR
"That's an odd message," one man said.
"Must be having a manpower problem in the control tower," somebody else said.
"I don't believe this!" the irate man from earlier snarled.
"Oh no," Fluttershy said quietly.
As discontent ran rampant up and down the line, Flash escorted Fluttershy off to the side, keeping one arm firmly around her middle to trap her at his side. She squeaked in fright, staring at him with wide eyes. "F-Flash? What—where are you—"
"Let's go somewhere more private and finish what we started," Flash said quietly.
Fluttershy's irises shrank to pinpricks. "O-oh," she whispered. "Umm...no?" she tried. "I-I mean, I...I don't really want to..." She bit her lip.
Did she? Didn't she?
She wasn't really sure anymore.
"It's not like we have anything better to do," Flash said as he guided her in the direction of the public restrooms. "And I've had it with walking away frustrated and jacking off by myself every time I get burned by one of your friends or go to the beach to unwind and see all of you in sexy swimsuits just...just being so goddamn hot and always out of reach!"
Fluttershy stared at him, blinking rapidly in confusion. "W-what?" she whispered.
Flash started to say something; his Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed it back. "Nevermind. It doesn't matter," he said with a sigh.
And suddenly, Fluttershy saw something deep and broken in Flash's eyes. She thought back to how Princess Twilight had treated him as an afterthought, how nobody had really bothered to explain the other Twilight to him at all during the Friendship Games—oh, that must have been so confusing—and the more she thought about it, hadn't she seen him gazing at Sunset Shimmer and sighing from time to time in the last few months?
Flash took hold of Fluttershy's arm and tugged her in the direction of the men's room. She hesitated, so he doubled back and put an arm around her, marching her along.
"Wh-what are you going to, umm..." Fluttershy bit her lip.
Inside the restroom, there was a recessed space between the toilet cubicles and a broad load-bearing column, well out of the line of view of the restroom door. Flash pulled Fluttershy into that recess and backed her up against the wall, dropping both their bags in the first stall. He put his hands on her shoulders, then leaned in and pressed his lips to hers, kissing hungrily. Fluttershy closed her eyes and surrendered to the kiss, parting her lips and letting his tongue explore her mouth. After a long moment, he drew back, a long string of saliva connecting their lips together, and stared into Fluttershy's eyes with a raw, needy hunger that both terrified and excited her.
Flash pushed Fluttershy's top down, stressing the knit fabric as he worked to bare her bra. She winced at the thought of the damage to her top, and hoped Rarity would be able to repair it. She stood there and let Flash unhook her bra and pull it way, letting her bare breasts sway into view. "Oh god yes," Flash said. He cupped Fluttershy's breasts and kneaded them. Her breath hitched in her throat as she watched him. She gasped as he pinched and teased her nipples. "I always did wanna see your tits," Flash said as he fondled her.
"Y-you did?" Fluttershy asked, blushing.
"Me and pretty much every guy at CHS," Flash said. "You've got really nice tits, better than almost every other girl at school."
"Oh. Oh my. Umm...well, thank you," Fluttershy said, blushing more furiously. It honestly surprised, and frankly mildly terrified her, to know that all the boys at school had been gossiping about her chest—had been ogling her chest.
For a few very strange, very awkward minutes, Flash did nothing, said nothing, except fondle Fluttershy's breasts. She stood there, feeling awkward and nervous and petrified and dirty and excited as Flash lewdly pawed her body. After a while, he dropped one hand to the inside of her thigh, stroking its length as his hand wandered up her skirt, where once again he cupped her crotch through her panties, rubbing and stroking her labia. Fluttershy bit back a moan, working one arm free of her shirt and biting her knuckles. Flash took a moment to help her free her other arm, then went back to kneading her breast as he rubbed her satin-sheathed sex. He stole another kiss from her, which she returned less hesitantly this time.
*How did this happen?* Fluttershy asked herself. *How did I go from standing in a line to getting felt up by a friend from school to...to whatever this is?! Why am I letting Flash do this to me? Is it because I'm afraid of him? Or because I'm afraid of making a scene in the middle of the airport?
*...or is it because I...I kinda like this?*
"You are so fucking hot," Flash whispered as he broke the kiss. He took one step back and unbuckled his belt, dropping his pants and boxers around his ankles. Fluttershy's gaze dropped to his engorged penis and swollen balls. She let out a squeak of embarrassment, clapping her hands to her mouth.
*Oh...oh my...*
It wasn't particularly impressive, in all honesty, but it was a naked, erect penis, just inches away from her half-naked, vulnerable body, and attached to a boy who seemed determined to ravish her.
Flash took one of Fluttershy's hands and brought it down to his member, wrapping her fingers around his shaft. "Wh-what—don't—" Fluttershy protested meekly. Flash guided Fluttershy's hand along his length in long, smooth strokes. "Oh my goodness," Fluttershy said shakily, her face beet red.
"Get on your knees," Flash instructed hoarsely. Fluttershy frowned poutily, but reluctantly knelt down. Flash let go of her hand, and she kept stroking his cock, working the length, rubbing her thumb along the tip. It felt strange, the throbbing hot mast pulsing against her hand as she pumped its length. In that moment, she realized that she—not Flash—had complete power over the situation. He had made his most sensitive body parts vulnerable to her, literally put them in her hands. She could do anything to his dick, to his balls. She could leave him in ecstasy or leave him in agony.
A thrill shuddered through her, and she stroked him more vigorously.
"Shit, that's good," Flash grunted. "You rock at this."
"I've never done this before," Fluttershy whispered. "Oh my goodness..."
"Nnnnngh," Flash grunted. "God I need this. I need more." He put his hand on the back of Fluttershy's head and pulled it towards him. "I need your mouth."
"N-no, please," Fluttershy said with a gasp. "Don't—I don't want to do that..." Except, really, she did want to. She wanted to give Flash a blowjob, wanted his stiff cock in her mouth, wanted to know what his jizz tasted like.
"Come on, do it," Flash said insistently.
"Oh, alright." Fluttershy gave a theatrical sigh, then opened her mouth wide, taking Flash's length in. She stared up at him as she sucked his dick, her breasts bouncing and swaying with the back-and-forth rocking of her torso. She worked his shaft with one hand, her spit glistening on his shaft in the harsh glare of the flourescent lights.
It didn't take long at all for Flash to come; his first shot went inside Fluttershy's mouth, with the second and third rounds covering her face and getting in her hair. She sat back on her heels, looking up at him with the biggest doe eyes she could muster. "You got me all messy," she complained.
Flash pulled Fluttershy to her feet and crouched down in front of her. "Lift up your skirt," he said.
"What are you...what are you going to do to me now?" Fluttershy asked haltingly. Flash ignored her, running his hands up her thighs to her hips, hooking his thumbs into the waistband of her panties. "O-oh," she whimpered. Taking a hitching breath, she grabbed the hem of her skirt and lifted it up, exposing her pink satin panties, which had been getting damp and heavy ever since they entered the restroom. She could smell, faintly, her own heady musk as Flash slid her panties down her legs, then worked his hands back up her calves and thighs, kneading her bare ass for a moment before bringing one hand to her slit.
He suddenly let out a bark of laughter. "Seriously?" he asked, looking up at her. "A bunny?"
Fluttershy's face burned crimson. She'd somehow gotten it into her head to trim her pubic hair into a small, neat patch shaped like a bunny rabbit's head. "It's cute," she whined, suddenly self-conscious about how silly her cunny probably looked to the very horny boy squatting in front of her.
She made a mental note to shave herself clean as soon as she got home.
Flash chuckled. "No, this is cute," he said as he stroked her puffy slit, spreading her outer folds a bit, slipping a finger just inside her and wriggling it around. Fluttershy squeaked, covering her face with both hands.
"We should stop," Fluttershy said in quavering tones. "I—I don't want somebody coming in a-and seeing this...seeing me like—like this..." *Don't you dare stop,* she thought traitorously. With just one finger barely poking around inside her, Flash was making her feel things she'd never felt from touching herself, and the thrill of being caught...of somebody walking in and catching them doing something so lewd...
Flash curled a finger deep inside Fluttershy's sex, making her moan softly and stiffen in surprise. "Your pussy is so wet," he said. "So tight."
"C-can you please not...not call it that?" Fluttershy asked, blushing. "I...I prefer 'cunny', can you use 'cunny'?" Pussy was such a...dirty word, in her opinion. Whores had pussies. Sluts had pussies. A nice girl like her who didn't do dirty, lewd things had a nice, clean, pouty little cunny. And cunny rhymed with bunny. And bunnies were nice and fluffy and sweet.
*Bunnies also make baby bunnies every time you turn your back on them for fifteen seconds.*
Flash smirked as he rubbed her clit with his thumb. "I don't care what I call it," he said. "All I care about is fucking it."
"Eep!" Fluttershy cried. There it was. He'd said it, made it a reality. Up until now, this was all an unexpected, scary, exciting little game of two eighteen year olds playing doctor in an airport bathroom.
But now he'd said it outright. Told her what he wanted to do to her. And now it wasn't a game anymore. "F-Flash! Y-you can't just—!"
"I can't just what?" Flash asked, looking up at her with eyes full of raw, carnal need. "What can't I just do, Fluttershy?"
Fluttershy spluttered. "F-fuck my cunny," she whispered quietly, covering her face with both hands, scarcely daring to believe those words had crossed her lips.
"Sorry, I didn't quite catch that," Flash said.
Fluttershy peeked at him between her fingers. "F-fuck my cunny," she said again, scarecely louder than the first time, but loud enough that there was no doubt he'd heard her and oh god she'd said it again and now it was a heavy thing hanging in the air, heavy like Flash's balls were heavy with millions of potential little baby Flashes, and suddenly Fluttershy felt like she was on the verge of a panic attack. What was she doing, half-naked in a public men's restroom with a boy she barely knew, possibly on the cusp of losing her virginity?
How did this happen? How did she let this happen? Why did she let this happen?
"And why not?" Flash pressed, heedless of her very real panic and terror.
Fluttershy stared at him. "We're in an airport bathroom!" she squeaked. "A-and...and you don't even have a c-co-" She stumbled on the word. "Y-you know, a thing!"
"A condom?"
"Yes!"
"So if we weren't in an airport bathroom and I had a condom, you'd let me fuck you?" Flash asked.
Fluttershy squeaked. "I never said that!" she gasped.
"But would you?" he asked insistently.
Fluttershy blinked slowly. That was a scary question, one she didn't want to answer—one she wasn't sure she could or even should answer. And yet...
"I-I don't know...maybe?"
The sudden gleam in Flash's eyes told Fluttershy she'd just done herself in. With that one answer, she'd effectively signed her V-card over to Flash Sentry.
It struck her as odd that she didn't really mind so much.
Flash stood up and leaned over Fluttershy, taking her chin and tilting it up to face him. "And what if I do fuck you right here, in the airport bathroom, without a condom?"
Fluttershy sucked in a trembling breath. She ducked her head, letting her bangs fall over her eyes, which averted from his piercing gaze. "I..." She bowed her head. "I wouldn't stop you," she said resignedly.
That was it, then. That was the last barrier down. Fluttershy was about to lose her virginity in an airport bathroom when she should be on her way to an anime convention.
Flash took Fluttershy's hands in his. "I really, really want you," he said huskily. "All of you." The need in his voice was raw, real, and deep.
Fluttershy looked up at him coyly, then ducked her head away again. "Umm...can we do it on the floor maybe? My feet hurt."
Flash smiled. "Alright."
"Umm...a-and try not to, umm..." Fluttershy stammered over her words. "C-come inside me? Please?"
"Aww, but I want to see you full of my cum," Flash said with a mock pout.
"I mean it," Fluttershy said, more seriously. "Please don't get me pregnant, I'm not ready to be a mommy."
"I'll do my best to pull out," Flash promised.
Fluttershy nodded. "O-okay." She slid down to the floor and took her shoes off, pushing them underneath the partition of the stall next to them. Flash knelt down facing her, his stiff mast eager and anxious. Fluttershy stared at his cock. "Oh my," she said. Somehow, it looked even larger and more solid than it had before, when it had been in her mouth.
"There's not much room for us to spread out," Flash said as he looked around. "If you lie down on your back, we'll be spilling out onto the floor."
"O-oh...right," Fluttershy said. She bit her lip. "Umm...maybe we can take a raincheck on this then?" she asked, her nerves suddenly getting the better of her.
Flash slipped his hand between her thighs and probed her slit, thrusting a finger deep inside her. "Guess again," he said.
Fluttershy's breath hitched as every nerve in her sex sang with fire. "Oh...okay," she breathed, fighting the urge to knock him to the floor and ride him like a horse. "Umm..." She looked around, then sighed. "I guess...oh...oh my." She crawled around and got to her knees, leaning against the support column, raising her rear end up into the air as high as she could. By this point, she was blushing clear to the tips of her toes. "Is...is this okay?"
"Oh god yes," Flash said. He shuffled over to squat behind her, grabbing hold of her hips with both hands as he prodded her slit with his hungry, glistening tip.
"R-remember, you—you promised no coming inside me," Fluttershy said quietly.
"I'll try," Flash grunted. Gripping her hips securely, he slowly, firmly thrust into her. Fluttershy gasped sharply. Flash waited a few seconds, then drove his length into her, slowly, until his balls bumped up against her flesh.
Then he pulled back and drove in, faster and firmer. She braced herself firmly against the column, hair curtaining her face, as Flash pounded into her. "Ahh....nnngh...ooooh," Fluttershy moaned, barely audible over the wet slaps and slurps from her cunny.
"Oh god," Flash grunted. "Oh god, it's so tight..." His cock filled up her hot little hole, bumping up against her baby pot, a red-hot poker stirring up embers into a raging inferno.
"Ha-harder," Fluttershy whispered raggedly. "Please...harder..."
"Are you...sure?" Flash asked.
"Harder!" Fluttershy insisted, bucking her hips against him. Flash tightened his hold on her waist and drove into her fast, deep, and hard, barely hilting before pulling back and driving it in again. Fluttershy cried out raggedly, throaty, bestial sounds unlike any sound she'd ever made in her life. It was as though an entire zoo had filled her very core with their mating cries which clawed their way out of her scratchy, raw throat all at once.
Her ragged cries spurred Flash on, bringing him closer and closer to climax. "I'm...ngh! Gonna...aaahh, fff...! I'm gonna come!"
"Not yet!" Fluttershy cried. "More!"
"I can't!" Flash grunted. "I need to...ngh...ahhhh..." He strained to pull out, but Fluttershy's cunny clenched up on him like a snake squeezing a field mouse. "Nnnnghhhaaaaa!" He struggled and finally made it out just in time; Fluttershy felt his seed splatter all over her backside. "Oh god," he croaked. "Oh god that was amazing."
"That...that was...intense," Fluttershy panted. She slumped to the floor, leaning against the column, a sweaty, sticky mess. She looked up at Flash with bleary eyes over puffy cheeks. "Was...was that what you needed?" she asked. *Because it sure was what I needed. Wow. I had no idea!*
"God yes," Flash said. "Thank you, Fluttershy. Damn..." He looked her up and down and winced. "Yikes, I really wrecked you, didn't I?"
Fluttershy grimaced. "I have wet wipes in my bag," she said. "And there are paper towels in here, and soap and water."
"True." Flash took a moment to catch his breath. "Seriously, thanks. And...and I'm sorry I went all horndog on you out of nowhere. I'm just...I've been really pent up for a while now."
Fluttershy smiled. "I don't mind," she said. "I mean...okay, at first I was a little scared and upset and kind of mad, but when you started touching me, it felt so naughty but so..." She blushed. "Nice..." She played with her hair. "I have to admit I didn't expect it to go this far, but...I'm not sorry it did." Her smile turned coy. "I, umm...I think it'd be nice of you to maybe take me on a real date sometime? If...if you want..."
"I'd love that," Flash said. He sighed. "Well, we'd better hurry and get cleaned up. I wonder how long—" His phone sounded an alert. Frowning, he fumbled it out of his discarded pants. He stared, slack-jawed, at the message. "Oh, come on!"
"What is it?" Fluttershy asked.
"Alert from the airline," Flash said miserably. "All service out of Canterlot is stopped. My flight's cancelled."
Fluttershy's phone went off. Both teens blinked.
"Yeah, looks like I won't be going to my convention after all," Fluttershy said sadly.
"Sorry about that," Flash said. "Hey, how about after we get cleaned up and get outta here, we go grab something to eat?"
"Oh, yes please," Fluttershy said.
"Then maybe go back to my place?"
"W-well...maybe," Fluttershy hedged.
"For the whole weekend?"
"Don't push it."
"Right, sorry..."
