Flash groaned as his alarm clock began to angrily buzz at him, and he rolled out of the bed so he could turn it off. He'd placed it next to his desk, so he would have no choice but to climb out of bed to shut it off. Annoying, but highly effective. Once the irritating buzzing had been killed, Flash stretched, wings flaring open to their full size and twitching as he arched his back. Once that was done, he picked up his phone, frowning down at it as he remembered the events of last night.

He'd been lonely, of course... he'd looked through the dating apps, even a few 'friend making' ones, but none of them seemed good enough... he stumbled onto a small app, just 10 or so megabytes, and the idea of being able to "Never settle for those awkward feelings of being alone ever again." was too alluring to ignore.

But of course, it hadn't done anything. Obviously. Once he unlocked the phone, he frowned down at the texting app, which had 4 missed messages. Opening it, he frowned with confusion as he saw what they were- four random pictures of places he recognised, but he had no idea why he was being sent pictures of uninteresting parts of Speedway.

Looking at the number, he frowned. The first three digits were indeed Speedway's area code, but he didn't recognise the "621-1471". He texted the number, sending a simple "Hello, who is this?"

Almost right away, a response pinged in, reading "HELLO! HOW ARE YOU!?"

With how fast it came in, the pegasus started to think it was some sort of automated messaging system talking to him. But still, as he prepared for his day, he fired texts back and forth with the odd number.

"Is speaking in all caps really necessary...?"

"Oh, sorry... :(" it sent, then "Is this better?"

"Well, yes... but who is this? Why these pictures?"

"You'll see!! No spoilers! :D"

"Really? Is this a prank? Do you want to comission a photoshoot or something?"

"No! Well, maybe, if it's with you..."

"I'm gonna guess prank..."

"Just wait, you'll see~... here's another one!"

As the message came in, an image was sent with it, this time of Speedway's racetrack. It looked familiar to Flash, but he couldn't place why. Once he had gone downstairs into his shop, Flash began to look through his archives, and he pulled up his most recent shoot, which was at the raceway. And one of the shots had been taken from the same position he'd gotten the text from. It unnerved him, but... he chose to ignore it, and he put his phone away on silent as he set to work on editing the photos for publication.

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Meanwhile, the strange wolf was having a lot of fun, actually. Jogging down the street, she followed Flash's scent, as if he was a block in front of her. In reality, she was following the path he walked days prior, on her quest to take pictures of all the places he frequented.

Now, normally, she would be in trouble for strolling naked down a busy street. Mares didn't need to wear clothes to keep their teats hidden, they hung between their hind legs, hidden by their tails, and that was good enough for the ponies of Equestria, where the laws on public indecency were pretty lax. However, for bipedal creatures, they did actually require some sort of covering, in part due to how on average, boobs would be hanging at the same level of the average stallion's eyes...

But that wasn't all. She would probably be detained, at the least, and questioned on her fearsome appearence. But nopony stopped, her, nopony even looked at her. She knew why, of course. Ponies wouldn't be able to see her, smell her, or even touch her.

All except for one pony. Flashbulb, her new master. Oh, she couldn't wait to meet him! They would have so much fun together!

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By the time Flashbulb picked up his phone to go to bed, he had a whole list of missed texts from the number, which he'd managed to forget about until he saw the list of notifications. And the pictures... they were all pictures of places he had been before, and his ears lowered a little as he looked over them.

He sent in a text, saying, "Hey, are you just sending me my own pictures? Or are you taking these? Really, who is this?"

Again, an oddly fast response: "I took these!! :D"

The stallion sighed, and he walked to bed with his phone held in a wing. That night, Flash stayed up for hours talking to the person on the other end. A lot of the talking happened to be focused on Flash himself, but he ended up not minding. It was rare that someone seemed to care about him, and they seemed to excited and happy to learn about the videogames he liked, his favorite weather, his favorite colors...

Flashbulb was given his name by his mom, a mare with a photography business of her own, though she specializes in film cameras while Flash uses digital cameras and touches them up on his computer if ponies ask. He was given his name because of his bright white mane, which contrasted against his dark gray fur like a camera flash in a dark room.

On impulse, Flash sent a picture back to the number, a picture of himself, shyly smiling at his phone, held out in one wing. Moments after sending it, he got a ":O" and then an excited "You look just like me!!! :D".

The poor pegasus couldn't help feeling a small shiver of excitement, having another creature act so happy to see him... in his head, he was picturing a mare, and now she was dressed up in fur just like his own. Somewhere during a discussion about how fluffy his mane looked, Flash fell asleep, snoring onto his phone.

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The wolf giggled softly, smiling over to Flash. He couldn't see, hear, or smell her, but she was floating in the air right next to him, arms crossed over her chest to keep her boobs from hanging down in the air. "Goodnight, Flash~" She cooed quietly, brushing a hand through his mane. She couldn't actually touch his mane yet, but the motion was still comforting.

Now, to wait for morning...

Author's Note

owo