Noi Plays Dress-Up

by Scout Feather

Rating: mature
Tags: Other, Porn, Sex, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
Length: 1817

Noi is going to be a model one day. Lucky for her, there's a neighborhood stallion who's kind enough to get her started.

Noi wants to be a model.

Models are pretty ponies who get to stand in front of a camera all day looking pretty, while wearing pretty outfits.

Noi thinks she's pretty enough. Her Moms says so, at least.

But getting into the modelling business is tough.

Lucky for her, there's a stallion around the corner who's kind enough to teach her how to be a model, using his very own camera. He even has pretty outfits for her to try on, and take pictures with.

How awesome is that?

Contains foalcon, naughty posing, cute outfits, and a silly filly who has no idea what she's gotten herself into.

Published 2019-07-15 22:50:01 UTC
Last updated 2019-07-15 22:50:01 UTC

Chapter 1

“Now turn around and stick a hoof into the air,” called a stallion, his voice gruff and deep.

Noi did as she was told, twirling in her pretty blue dress, all frilly and tight around her flanks. Short in length with a big blue bow on her back. Noi lifted a forehoof to the ceiling. There was a bright flash of light and a loud ‘pop’.

“Good,” said the stallion, “now look into the camera and smile. Just like that. Lets see those teeth!” Snap. Pop.

Noi did as she was told and remained obedient. Posing, twirling, smiling for the camera.

“You’re doing so well today. I think we’ll make a model out of you yet!”

The praise reassured Noi, and brightened her up. She smiled wider.

“Now how about turning around and showing me that tail of yours.” Snap. Pop. “Perfect, now lift it up nice and high. Like you’re trying to wave it to somepony really high up.”

Noi hesitated for a split second, remembering her promise. What was in it for her. She flagged her tail and showed off the purple panties under her skirt. Snap. Pop.

“Now take them off.” His voice had changed, becoming more earnest and demanding. Noi knew the drill. She was familiar with this.

She took them off, sliding them slowly down her hind legs. He took pictures multiple times. She kept her tail up high.

“Your legs. Wider.”

Noi obeyed, spreading her hind legs apart and revealing her precious jewels for all to see. Her as-of-yet untouched fillyhood, nestled between her legs.

Snap. Pop.

“Great. Wonderful. Oooh, you’re such a precious little thing. My contacts in Canterlot will just love this. Can you reach back and put your hoof on your thigh? Just like that. Now spread yourself a little more, give it a little pull. Wow. That’s...perfect.”

Noi spread her legs and spread herself. Little spots of pink between yellow fur. Her small bulb hidden within and just barely showing itself. He took more pictures, changed positions, showered her in praise, telling her how perfect she was.

“Now how about you bend over a little. Touch the floor like that. Can you look back at me from between your legs?”

Noi bent over and looked at the camera upside-down. It was a difficult pose but it seemed to impress her photographer even more. She was instructed to pull herself farther apart and she did so. More pink flesh showed itself, and Noi shivered from the cold air touching her insides.

“You’re a wonderful little filly. So amazing at following instructions. Just you wait, you’ll be famous one day!”

Noi grinned and nodded as she hopped back to her hooves. She certainly hoped so.

“What next?” she chimed, her sweet and sugary voice like cinnamon in her youthful image, light and feathery as it touched the air and cracked her silence.

“You can take off the dress now. Betcha feel real pretty in that one, don’t you?”

Noi bent over and pulled herself out of the garment, her back to him. To her surprise, she heard another snap-and-pop. She cast him a sideways glance of annoyance and continued undressing. He took another shot just as she’d hoisted it over her head, but she decided instead on ignoring him.

The dress was neatly folded and put away in a large wardrobe off to her side where all the other outfits were; swimsuits, a Filly Scout uniform, even silly outfits like an astronaut, or more adult things that Noi barely understood, like lingerie and leather.

“Are we done for the day?” Noi asked, turning to look at the pony behind the camera. Her inquisitive look earned another shot of the camera, and she deadpanned.

“Not yet,” was the reply, “why don’t you put on that bunny outfit? The pink one with the little tail.”

Noi rolled her eyes. If this was what it took to become a famous model, did she want to be known as somepony who always modelled in degrading costumes for foals? Despite her petulance, she pulled the one-piece out from a drawer and started to slide her hooves into the holes. It took some effort to get her body into it, and pull up the zipper in the middle. As an earth pony, she didn’t have magic or wings to help her, so she had to pull the hood over her head with her teeth and plenty of wiggling.

Finally in the degrading outfit—a full-body uniform that was a flat pink with little bunny ears and a bunny tail, as well as paw designs on the hooves—he immediately started snapping pictures. She stuck out her tongue indignantly during one, to show how she felt about dressing like a bunny, but he seemed to enjoy that even more, snapping picture after picture.

She went through the standard affair, turning around, lifting her rump, rolling onto her belly and hugging a pillow. She even posed with a carrot in her mouth. At least the carrot was tasty.

Finally stepping away from his camera the stallion grinned and walked over to her. He sat down on his haunches, beckoning her over. Noi might have been an innocent, cute little filly, but she’d done enough of these modelling sessions to know how they ended.

She walked over to him, regardless, having been doing this long enough to need little encouragement. She leaned up against his thigh and offered a little smile, which earned her a pat on the head.

His stallionhood, having gotten hard during their photo session, aided by his own hoof, pressed against her bunny costume. He cared little for beating around the bush or wasting time. Reaching down to stroke her mane, he gave her a little nod and grinded himself along her tummy.

Noi got the hint. Both hooves gravitated toward his member and immediately began to stroke him up and down. Her hooves were incredibly soft, covered by the cotton fabric of her outfit.

Using his Unicorn magic to levitate over a much smaller hoof-held camera, he quickly snapped a picture of Noi as she continued to stroke and rub along his length. Her pace quickened at his behest, and he leaned back to simply enjoy her soft, innocent touch.

Up and down. Rub rub rub. Up and down. Coating her costume in clear, sticky liquid. She scrunched her muzzle from the smell of his musk wafting to her nose. Some of his pre dribbled down his length and remained there.

“Gonna lick it up?” he encouraged, a hoof rubbing through her mane.

Noi shot him a glare.

“No chance. I already told you...”

He humped himself forward, the tip of his stallionhood booping her in the nose. He left a rivulet of pre on her muzzle, and on instinct she licked her nose. Her cheeks immediately turned rosy when she realized what she’d done.

“Eewwww!” she whined and fidgeted but didn’t stop her hoofjob. She had to admit, it wasn’t so bad. She swallowed and rolled her tongue around. Salty, but not unpleasant.

His hoof shifted to the back of her head and applied some pressure, pulling her forward. She relented and complied. Because what else was she to do?

Her muzzle touched his cock and she recoiled at first, but his firm hoof held her there. She shot him a glance, but he had his eyes closed in pure bliss, relishing in the feeling of her soft hooves, hot breath, and cool nose. He gave a bit more pressure.

“Nnng,” moaned the stallion, “Lick it. Please.”

Noi was hesitatant.

Then she licked. Her tongue rolled out of her mouth and dragged itself up the surface of his thick, veiny member. Bathing it in her hot breath and lapping up his sticky precum. He moaned and bucked his hips while she lapped faster, finding the taste agreeable and not too salty.

“Oh gods,” he held her head still while she lapped and licked, “good little bunny. Keep goin’.”

He came and she barely had enough time to jerk away before she was bathed and showered in his hot seed. It came out in bursts, coating her uniform, her face and her chest in globs of thick, white liquid. His hoof fell, groping and grabbing her rump while she kept up her rubbing, though with less vigour than before. She felt him touch her naughty place and it caused her to freeze.

He kept cumming and coating her mane and face. Her eyes shut firmly and her muzzle was scrunched.

Finally, it came to an end and he pulled away from her with a deep breath. She heard him trod away, the movement of a camera, and the familiar snap-pop.

She opened her eyes after a good long while, bits of seed stuck to her cheeks and nose, seeping into her mane and dripping from her chin. She gulped, and tasted it on her tongue.

“Lick it off,” he demanded.

“What?”

“I said lick it off. All of it. Or no treats.”

It was the ultimate threat. No ice cream after a modelling session? It was practically heresy. He’d never threatened her with that before. She opened her mouth to protest, but instead tasted more of him dripping down her nose. She licked her lips, finding the taste not too dissimilar to before, if not saltier.

She rolled out her tongue and swirled it around her muzzle and nose. Her hooves came up to her face, desperately wiping herself off, cleaning away every last remnant until it stuck to her hooves in heavy puddles. She started to lap them dry, giving the camera a little glance. More pictures were taken, practically a dozen every moment.

When she’d cleaned most of what she could, and all she could taste was fabric on her hooves, she started to get out of the uniform, leaving it off to the side in a bin where it would definitely need to be washed. Her mane was a mess, she’d have to quickly clean herself in his washroom before she left.

“You were extra good today, Noi. I’m very impressed, and my contacts in Canterlot will be, too.” The stallion gave her another pat on the head. The filly beamed up at him, happy for a job well done, as degrading as it had been.

They trudged back up the wooden steps from the basement to the kitchen upstairs. After a quick wash of her face in the washroom, Noi met the stallion in the living room, clambering onto his lap to hungrily eat a bowl of ice cream. They sat and watched cartoons while steady hooves roamed and groped her rump, but she didn’t mind.

She was going to be famous one day.

Author's Note

More to come very soon! Comment below what outfits you want to see Noi in, and I might include it!