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..."