Photos of Fillies

The day was hot and humid. It was sweltering, the type of day you really couldn’t go outside and not expect to come back in covered in sweat, with your shirt stuck to your skin. I couldn’t understand how these ponies survived like this, and with a fur coat covering everything, too; I was almost dying as it was.

Celestia had really not wasted her time in raising the sun that day, and if anypony were to ask me, I’d tell you she was leaving it there far longer than it had to be. It was almost noon and it already felt like the sun had been up for eighteen hours straight.

Although, days like these were not always without their benefits...

~ ~ ~

I had been sitting there for what felt like hours, crouched low inside the bushes beside the skate park, hoping beyond hope that I’d get another chance to see her again. I almost dropped my camera when it happened. Unbidden, almost out of nowhere in fact, an orange filly rode into view through the break in the leaves.

I’d memorised her schedule to a T. She'd come here every day after school to practice her scooter tricks, then stop on the side to take a breather before heading home.
Her coat was matted with sweat and her form was lithe. If I’d known anything about pony anatomy—and believe me when I say I’ve had plenty of time to do my studies—I would have to put her somewhere in her early ‘tweens, between twelve and fifteen, though she already had her cutie mark, so maybe a little older than that, but definitely not as old as her mentor, of that I was certain.

I watched carefully as she withdrew her head from her helmet and stepped off her ride. The filly looked around, first left, and then right. My breath caught in my throat as she seemingly looked directly my way—past me and through the bushes, and then I released it as she shrugged and continued her own business.

She hooked her helmet over the handle of the scooter. I heard her smack her lips as she bit her lip, and then watched as she turned her rump my way, and I caught a glimpse of her tender folds as they revealed from behind her tail.

The filly arched her back, lifting her tail as she gingerly drew the tip of her hoof over her soft hood. It was already wet and dripping and her panting from earlier effort only added to the hotness of the scene.

I snapped a picture before I had any mind, then turned the dial over to ready for the next.

The foal didn’t even flinch from the flash. She just kept rubbing, drawing slow little circles over her labia, spreading it tentatively as she kneads the delicate flesh. A dribble of mixed sweat and arousal traced a dark trail down the inside of her legs, and I heard the filly moan, her tiny, high-pitched voice music to my ears. Celestia kill me, if only I had a video camera, or even just a tape recorder right now.

But alas, I was stuck with just this one little camera. I snapped a second picture before she moved on to the next attraction.

She slumped over onto her back and raised her back legs, now fully presented to me with her hooves hooked behind her hocks. Her pussy winked my way, oh so enticing, and then she leaned down and began lapping at her own folds, moaning in tiny little squeaks as she tasted her own flowery scent.

I snapped a few more pictures and then, carefully and silently, I beat a hasty retreat to leave my darling to her private fun, though not without catching one last glimpse of her pert behind. I had to be quick, though, lest somepony catch me. They would have surely noticed a big lumbering ape trudging out of the forest, and I did not want to be caught answering questions about why I was found hiding in the bushes with a camera next to a children’s skatepark.

It just wouldn’t be right.

~ ~ ~

On the way out of the park, I slung the Polaroid with my prize over my shoulder and put my head down to act casual. Nopony seemed to pay me any notice—thank Celestia; they were all too preoccupied with themselves or each other. Even this mint-green unicorn—I always forget her name—was too lost in her best friend’s eye to even give me a second glance as I strolled past—a considerable victory given her past record with humans.

Once at the gate, I made a hard turn left, intent on getting away from here as fast as possible, but a yellow blur escaped my notice, and collided with my chest, causing me to drop my camera and stumble away.

I gave a yell as I stepped off the pavement and she did too, squeaking in a scared little yelp. “O-Oh, I’m so sorry!” she cried, tears welling by her side. She pushed the pink locks out of her face and scurried to pick up the items I’d dropped. “Here, let me get that for y—”

I threw myself at the camera. “No!” I shouted, then quickly withdrew. “No, I mean—” She seemed hurt so I back-pedalled, stumbling over my words to correct myself. “I mean ‘no’, th-thank you.” I offered a smile as I retrieved the camera from her hooves, all the while watching her face for any signs of flight. “It’s...” I swallowed. “It’s quite alright. The-The camera’s delicate.” It wasn’t a lie. I’d already broken the flash one time before, in precisely this sort of situation back on Earth, wouldn’t you believe. “I don’t want it to... I’m sorry.”

“No, no, I-it’s my fault.” She pushed back. “I should have been looking where I was going, but I was too distracted, and I wasn’t, but I should have, and I—I...” Her eyes shrunk to tiny pinpricks as she retreated back behind her mane. I could’ve sworn she’d made a tiny squeak as she did so.

This mare was quivering like a leaf. I’d seen ponies this scared before—the first day in Equestria still burned itself in my memory,but they were nothing like this. She was so gentle, so shy, like a sheltered butterfly.

She was a... shelterfly.

The image of this mare’s face on a pink butterfly floating through the orchard made me smile, but I couldn’t well leave her like this. So, I decided, I would do the only thing I could: I extended my hand. “I’m sorry,” I said, in my most earnest, softest voice. Kneeling, I made sure to keep eye contact as I lowered myself to her level. “I, um...” I glanced to the ground and back up to her. “...don’t think I got your name?”

Her ears perked slightly, a sign I’d learnt meant I had her attention, though she remained shielded behind her mane. I thought I had done something wrong, that she would soon gallop away in tears and I’d never see her again, but instead she spoke up in a little whisper. “I-I’m Fluttershy...” she said.

Of course! I would have kicked myself right then and there. Of course she had to be named that. “It’s a nice name,” I said, smiling.

This garnered a thin smile from her, but nothing more. The silence was palpable. I could hear the screeching of mares and fillies in the background as we both stood there, together.

Fluttershy took a step forward out of her mane, one leg raised as she looked up at me with a new interest. She gestured to my camera with her nose, the one I’d forgotten I had clutched to my chest like a baby girl. “Are you, am... a ph-photographer?”

I laughed, half-jokingly, and said: “Y-you could say that, yes.”

“Can I see them?”

I spluttered. “No-N-The-They’re not ready.” I snapped, shaking my head as I recoiled away from her. I hid the camera away, out of her reach, and then quickly threw in: “Y-Yo-You won’t like them.”

“Why?”

Fluttershy stepped forward. Her ears were forward and I saw a bright keen interest sparkle in her eyes. Suddenly she felt a lot larger than she was before. I took a step back, trying my best to ignore those giant eyes and keep her from rearing up on me.

“I’m very open-minded,” she said. Fluttershy nuzzled at my shoulder, curious if she could catch a glimpse of what I was hiding. “What are they pictures of?”

My heart stopped right there. Damn it, why did she have to be so adorable? I wouldn’t dare spoil her innocence, not like this. “They’re pictures of—” It was my turn to mumble. “The subjects are—n-nature,” I lied.

“Oh-Oh...” Fluttershy shrunk back almost instantly; her cheeks tinged a soft red. She covered her mouth as she reverted to sitting on all four hooves, and whispered. “I-I love nature,” she said, “A-Are you a Nature Enthusiast too?”

The way she’d inflected that, it gave me pause, but I decided to roll with the lead I’d been given regardless. “Uhm... Something like that.” I nodded. “I do enjoy nature,” I said.

“Shh-shhh!” She reared back up and shoved her forelegs in my face, silencing me with a violent shush. “Not so loud!” she whispered. By Celestia, if she wasn’t that shy—“Somepony might overhear you!”

She dropped back to the ground, bit her lip, and waited a moment whilst some other ponies walked by. “I like to...” She looked around. “... appreciate nature, too, but with all my responsibilities to the animals in the shelter, I rarely get enough time...”

Her blush was deepening by the minute, and I could tell this mare was having trouble standing still. Her wings would keep twitching and she’d have to pause to clamp them back at her sides.

“Can you... um,” she swallowed, then lowered her voice to an even tinier whisper. I had to almost lean directly over her to hear. “Can you do me a favour and take some photos for me? There is this park across the road from the schoolhouse with the” —She licked her lips, and rolled her eyes as she said, “the most beautiful tender little rose blossoms you will ever see.” Fluttershy fidgeted her hooves and lowered her head as she said, “I’m not really allowed to go back there after...” Shaking her head, she looked back up at me with bright, hopeful, eyes. “But you can! Will you do it for me? Please?”

What could I say? “Of course!” My heart was melting, and besides, a few pictures of flowers couldn’t hurt, especially not for this precious little butterfly. “I’d be honoured to take some pictures for you.”

“Oh thank you!” She wrapped her legs around my waist and pulled me into a tight hug. It took me resisting the urge in every fibre of my being not to pet her mane, she was so cute. Fluttershy backed out of the hug and said to me: “You can bring them to my cottage. It’s on the edge of town outside the Everfree.” She then looked around, and hopped up into the air to whisper in my ear. “If I’m not there, put them in a brown envelope and push it through the mail slot.” She winked then flew off. “I’ll pick it up from there~”

I stood there for a long while, watching as Fluttershy fluttered further. Dancing across the road, she picked up altitude fast then disappeared over the rooftops where I continued to stare. I turned over the camera in my hands as I contemplated her instructions.

I grinned. “... ‘across from the schoolhouse’, aye?”