Bros With Benefits

Chapters

Childhood Frenemies
Finally Bonding
Party Crashers Part 1
Party Crashers Part 2
"Let's Throw Our Own Party"
"Let's Address Rising Tension Between Us"
"Let's Hang Out Together And Just Vibe"
"Let's Get Physical"
"Let's Get (Really) Physical"
Exploring
Beyond Exploring~
Let's Get Used To Each Other
Let's Get Really Used To Each Other
Extensively Familiar

Childhood Frenemies

Rainbow Dash used to be your childhood enemy.

As soon as you met her for the first time many years before now, she immediately began messing with you and playing rough. She would get overly competitive when playing football with you, establishing early on that she was easily better at it than you. Every time you scored your rare goal against her, she would get visibly upset and play against you extra hard. Rainbow Dash didn’t want to lose a single goal to you, or probably anyone she played against, for that matter.

As if that wasn’t enough, she then got mad when no one wanted to play football with her anymore. Meanwhile, all the girls in her group of friends didn’t even want to play football to begin with. Still, she oddly didn’t appear to be lonely as far as you could tell.

One of your friends stupidly challenged her to a race, and Rainbow Dash hung his loss to her over his head for weeks on end. She would not let him forget about it. And then when he challenged her again, everyone was hoping she’s lose this time and learn her lesson.

Nope, she went on to beat him by an even wider margin. Her sheer amount of smug spread like wildfire to the rest of your group of friends, including you, insisting that the rest of you were not too scared to even get into a foot race with her be cause you ALL knew you would lose.

It soon became apparent that the other girls were annoyed by her, but the boys were even more annoyed by her, because it was they whom she constantly tried to hang out with instead of the other girls.

About a year after that, your friend who had previously lost multiple foot races to Rainbow Dash decided it was a good idea to punch her in the face after being that fed up with her nonsense. He got her square in the nose, right in front of all the other girls and boys.

At the drop of a hat, Rainbow Dash was whaling on him before you could even figure out what was going on. She didn’t even hesitate in shock or pain, just went straight to landing punches onto him that were audibly harder than the single punch he delivered to her face.

The boys were begging their friend to rise to his feet and not let himself get beat up by a girl, while girls were cheering her on and chanting “girl power” or something to the affect of that.

The girls started chanting louder by the time Rainbow Dash sent the poor friend of yours running home in tears in a condition that would make his mother’s heart skip a beat the second she saw him. Rainbow Dash immediately turned to the chanting girls and shouted at them in the nastiest tone.

“SHUT THE FUCK UP!” Her raspy voice echoed throughout the trees behind them.

The other girls stood there in shock, frozen together like a group portrait hanging on a wall with a backdrop of trees where Rainbow Dash’s voice continues to echo as she continues.

“I’m NOT like you!”

“What are you yelling at US for?!” Protests one of Rainbow’s friends. “HE punched you! Not us!”

“I don’t care! None of you will ever understand!”

“We’re on your side, you idiot!”

“Well I don’t WANT you on my side! You’re all always so fucking lame!”

Meanwhile, you were still stuck at the part where you just witnessed a girl scream the F word. You and your friends stood there as your own befuddled group portrait, like a confused painting trying to figure out why the loud annoying girl always had to be so needlessly aggressive and reactionary all the time.

“None of you understand me! It’s not fucking ‘girl power’, that shit’s fucking stupid! All you do is play with your stupid little doll sets, and your smelly nail polish that gives me headaches and gets all over everything, and your…”

Rainbow Dash went on and on and on about how she was not like the other girls, while actively displaying that she might have a point.

It didn’t take a lot of brainpower to conclude that there had been something bottled up inside of Rainbow for a while by that point. It couldn’t have just come out of nowhere.

Regardless, you had just realized that the other boys began to back away and go home after the moment was spoiled, some of them opting to pay a visit to their injured friend’s house to see if he’s okay.

Or rather, to assess how badly Rainbow Dash beat the tar out of him like a cheap rug.

You were the last to leave the scene, which is the reason why she chose you to be the boy to lament to one last time as she wiped the tiny bit of blood from her own nose.

One of the adults heard Rainbow using inappropriate language like she just learned a new word, and started her way over from across the dingy grassy field making corny time-out gestures with her hands and arms.

“Why the fucking fuck won’t you just let me be your fucking friend already?!” Rainbow Dash’s voice was noticeably hinting at emotional pain by this point. “You guys at least do the cool things I like! I’m not like the girls, I don’t wanna play with them! I wanna play with you guys! Why the fuck do you hate me so much?”

“Hey!” The lady finally made her way over from across the field. “Watch your mouth! Don’t be talking like that! What’s the matter with you?”

You had not registered this part of the situation, in the midst of you snapping back at Rainbow Dash and the absolute audacity of her to ask why the other kids hated her.

“We hate you because you fucking suck to be around!” You let it all spill out. “You’re loud and annoying and never just go away! We don’t wanna play games with you because you’re so fucking pushy all the time! You only ever brag to us about how you always win everything ev-”

“I said knock it off with the language! I KNOW your parents raised you better than that!” The lady continued.

The confrontation ended with Rainbow Dash storming off, almost looking like she was hiding the fact that she was fighting back tears.

That confrontation in particular had stuck with you, especially after you noticed a few days later that Rainbow Dash seemed to have cut her hair shorter.

Of course, it didn’t take long to figure out that Rainbow Dash’s parents were the kind of parents that enabled her way too much. Every little thing she did was an accomplishment, but she strived to always improve anyway and boast it to everyone. Very dangerous combination.

And now she had started to cut her hair shorter and go back to trying to hang out with the boys, but her pushiness and aggression overall hadn’t subsided. Due to this, none of the boys wanted to be around her any more than the girls did.

Rainbow Dash still avoided trying to hang out with you in particular, probably because of what you had said to her.

Oh, she definitely remembered that.

Every time she saw you again, she’d give you a dirty look then spitefully ask one of the other boys to play with her in front of you. Then when they said they didn’t want to ride bikes with her or play football, she stormed off again.

You don’t even remember if she ever got in trouble for beating up your friend or not; she really did a number on him.

Out of nowhere, her parents must have tried to get the boys in the neighborhood to play with her since she refused to play with the other girls. This was out of nowhere because you were surprised to see Rainbow standing at your front door asking if you wanted to play video games with her.

You obliged, to your own surprise, but only because you knew in the back of your head that she would never beat you at your games you would always play on your console.

This was it, the big payback to Rainbow Dash for all of the bullshit she put you and the other kids through.

Except, it turned out that she was almost as good at the games you had as you were, but you were still slightly better, and this ANGERED her.

It was simply not as easy as you had hoped it would be, but you finally hand-delivered the L to Rainbow Dash you always thought she deserved.

…And there went your game console.

Rainbow Dash stomped all over it, completely destroying it and rendering it permanently unusable.

Your parents hearing the ruckus from the other room kicked her out within the minute after watching what she did in real time, then promised to buy you a new console as soon as they could afford it.

Before, you simply disliked Rainbow Dash.

But now, you HATED her.

Even after she was forced to apologize, and really did express genuine regret for losing control of her gamer rage, you still wished she would just die or something.

And you KNEW she still hated you for what you said to her, and wholeheartedly believed that had to do with the extent at which she demolished your gaming console in cold blood.

If she hadn’t beat up your friend so badly, you’d have fought her… but you knew for a fact you’d be in for a world of hurt if you did that, not to mention how it’d look to your parents if you punched a girl.

You could forget about them buying you a new gaming console if that happened, that was for damn sure. Even though SHE was the one who smashed it until sparks and smoke came out between the gaps of the mangled plastic.

It was easy for all of your friends to tell that you were continuously upset about Rainbow Dash destroying your gaming console. A lot of your friends offered to let you borrow theirs when you wanted to play video games, or to just invite you over to their houses and play with them since you couldn’t on your own.

However, your beef with Rainbow Dash came to an abrupt ceasefire when she unexpectedly showed up to your birthday party uninvited, only let in because she brought a present for you.

You opened it, immediately expecting to be some sort of prank, which wouldn’t have strayed too far from what she did to a couple of other boys-turned-prank-victims you knew.

It was a brand new gaming console, identically the same as your old destroyed one, down to the very brand, series and model.

Inside the same present box was a game CD that was the exact same game as the one you also lost because it was inside of the console when Rainbow Dash pulverized the plastic under her tennis shoe.

Along with all of this was a brand new console game that just came out, one you had been looking forward to getting. And to top it all off, a note reading “I’m sorry, Happy Birthday”.

The two of you shared a hug, and that was it.

You still never let her play video games with you again, though.

In fact, you never allowed Rainbow Dash to even get near you ever again.

She was still really loud and annoying, and all of your remaining friends who hadn’t moved away really did hate her, almost as much as you still did under a thin veil of politeness.

As far as you and your friends were concerned, Rainbow Dash was the antagonistic short-haired girl with the annoying raspy voice.

Every time you were riding bikes, and you happened to be riding past her house (if you weren’t able to avoid doing so), you picked up speed, not wanting a high probability of her looking out the window and seeing you. This is the only reason why you remembered where Rainbow Dash lived… so you could avoid any further confrontations with her at all costs.

Even your new friends you had just met and started hanging out with knew there was something up about her when they observed this. And you and your friends had to explain why. But even without this, they quickly caught on whenever happening to interact with Rainbow at any point in time, and gasped while you and your more longtime friends told the newer kids the stories about her.

The stories about the fight, the gaming console, the pranks, the football matches, the foot races, the ice cream shop incident you were glad you had only heard about, and more.

There was another past story only you knew about, one where you briefly saw Rainbow Dash's bellybutton multiple times while watching her play-fight with someone she was annoying.

You didn’t understand why you felt funny, nor did you even care at the time. You made sure to never go into the details of that story, not even to yourself.

But you made absolute sure to continue hating Rainbow Dash, going so far to even never directly talk to her again for a long time, let alone hang out with her.

Meanwhile, all of your remaining friends began to get growth spurts and become taller than you. Started to feel like they were leaving you behind, especially when more of them started moving away.

More and more of your newer friends were exclusively from school by this point, and didn’t live in the same neighborhood as you. Almost all of your old friends over the next couple of years ended up moving to somewhere where they were even in a different school district. As for the very few whom you still saw on occasion, they pretty much grew apart from you anyway, as they were also making new friends and moving on with life.

But Rainbow Dash was still there, but you and her were still reluctant to converse all that much. You had all of your newer friends at school and your video games at home, along with your even newer online friends you were beginning to make as you started getting into exploring the internet and starting gamer groups of friends there over more time.

By this point, Rainbow Dash preferred to go by RD, because it sounded cooler, by at least some amount.

She still went to school with you and made friends with a bunch of girls who actually wanted to hang around her this time. Which meant that she’d finally leave you alone.

About damn time.

Finally having a consistent group of friends actually helped RD kinda grow up a little bit too, got her to finally start acting more mature and less insufferable.

All of your own friends meanwhile started to really like girls more. All of those past rules you and them used to go by were suddenly flipped upside down as the lot of you finally reached that age.

Your friends were interested in girls at school like that snooty one named Rarity, or the quiet one named Fluttershy, or the more cheerfully loud one named Pinkie Pie, but they were all annoyed by RD. Unfortunately, the girls they liked also happened to be friends with RD.

And they started getting exclusive about who can hang out with them regarding other guys too; a clique was forming that you were already technically out of due to not being as tall or athletic as a lot of your new friends.

And these guys weren’t even any of your original friends anyway. The only original “friend” you had left was RD, whom you still didn’t hang out with, and she herself was always athletic from the get-go and still gave you an occasional sneering look anyway.

You had a choice to either try to befriend you current new friends all becoming jocks, or switch to hanging out with someone else you didn’t even know yet.

Your current group of friends still let you hang around but you knew you were now a shmuck to them. You never went to football practice with them because you didn’t play it at all, you always had to focus on your schoolwork first unless you were playing video games they weren’t interested in, and you just overall didn’t really vibe with them.

You inevitably grew apart from them and ate lunch alone at school before you would have predicted it. Sure you still had your online gaming friends, but it didn’t quite feel the same.

You decided to take drastic measures.

Becoming something almost like the Tommy DeVito of the group, you designated yourself as the chatty wise-cracker with the possible Napoleon complex, being extroverted to stay on top of your game.

Except you were still pretty bad at being social by this point, which only made your interactions come off as incredibly awkward.

Before you know it, you were the annoying one now.

And the worst part is, you didn’t even realize it. You thought you were becoming dominant and “leading the conversation” while showing everyone how unique and interesting you were.

Nope, you just ended up coming off as an asshole, and disingenuously self-owning yourself as such doesn’t make it any less annoying, it turns out.

Thinking back, you can’t even recall a single moment where this was evident, but as time went on, it was definitely evident to a bunch of the other guys at school.

They trash talked you behind your back, spread rumors on purpose to mess with you, purposely set up their plans so you couldn’t work out a way to find time to hang out with them whenever you tried to bond with them.

All because of something you were completely unaware of.

However, you were made aware of it when you finally got into a fight with one of your classmates.

The fact that you weren’t as tough as the other guys finally caught up to you, because you got your ass beat harder than a bowl of egg yolks. And everyone watching cheered.

It was the most humiliating moment of your life, and it resulted in you getting suspended from school.

Yeah, the other guy got suspended even longer than you did, but he wasn’t the one with the black eye, or the busted lip…

The higher amount of time for which he got suspended from school only felt like a high score that beat yours. A certification that he clearly won the fight and got suspended from school longer for the clearly much higher amount of damage he had inflicted upon you.

The fact that the fight was so one-sided wasn’t really even debatable.

Grounded for a week, you sat in your room and mulled over it in your head.

RD was still around in your neighborhood, the last and final remaining childhood “friend” you still technically had contact with, but you still weren’t interested in talking things up with her.

And you knew she had to have heard about the fight you got into and lost badly.

Outside of that, you didn’t really think about her at all anymore.

Senior year.

You still hold a grudge against that guy who beat you up, even though it was kind of your fault for picking the fight with him.

You kind of have a grudge against a lot of the guys at school, some of them still being your “””friends”””. Two-faced about you to the point of spitting on your name behind your back but being well-wishers to your face as you all get ready to graduate.

And that’s only the upside of it.

The online gaming chatrooms got plagued by toxic politically-charged drama you want no part in, and those friend groups imploded and tore themselves and eachother apart in real time before your eyes on your computer screen. Long story short, those friend groups are now out of the question.

But the problem right now is actually something barely even related.

Regarding one of those girls from school you sort of focused on before, Rarity, you actually asked her out to prom recently. Multiple times, as a matter in fact.

She turned you down each time, but both of you were cool about it, no hard feelings.

But there is someone who wasn’t so cool about it.

That same classmate you got into that one-sided fight with. The one who absolutely pulverized you and showed you you weren’t as strong as you thought you were.

He’s been looking for you all day today in school after hearing that you asked Rarity out twice, and everyone who’s seen him says he looks really pissed off, and that you should probably avoid running into him at all costs. Lest he give you a proper beating again.

You don’t know why, but your luck turned out to be so bad that he immediately spotted you the very next period, in a dead-end hallway where you couldn’t just flee.

He gives you the look a man gives when he snarls at you to stay out of his territory; this guy actually turned out to already be Rarity’s prom date, and you somehow didn’t know about it.

As he approaches you, all your attempted funny side can think is one thing:

Welp, this is it. It’s gonna happen again, because your luck is somehow that bad. This is your life now, can’t wait until the next time after this time, eh?

Right as you were having that train of thought, the guy gets pulled back away from you by an initially unseen force from your perspective.

You’d have assumed you secretly had some sort of force-field superpower all this time that activated in your moment of danger, had you not recognized RD’s colorful short hair appear into view to you.

“What the fuck do y-” Is all the other guy manages to blurt out before RD shows everyone how much she’s improved at beating up boys.

The other guy’s attempt to fight back was about as useless as your former friend punching RD many years ago. His blow landing upon her cheek was quickly absorbed and delivered much harder right back to his own face sevenfold in a vulgar display of power.

He tried to say something but kept getting silenced by RD’s fists. A tooth landed on the floor and you better believe it wasn’t hers.

Several school staff members heard the deafening commotion of exhilarated students watching the most intense fight they’ve ever seen and will probably ever see in person.

You imagined that they have to pry RD off of him, but she was already finished whaling on him and walking away by the time a teacher grabbed her by the arm.

About a week later.

You know what they say: "The enemy of my enemy is my friend."

But you're still careful to apply this to RD, since she still hasn't changed a whole lot behaviorally even in recent years and months. You're only making an exception this time because of what happened.

Of course, you perfectly remember which house is where RD lives. That same house you always made sure to quickly pass by before she had time to possibly look out the window and you or one or more of your friends walking by. Red flags and warning signs go off in your head as you walk up the driveway and towards the front door, as you've been conditioned to never do this over the years.

But today is an exception.

You’re standing outside, waiting to be let in after ringing the doorbell. Thanking her in person is the least you can do, especially after all of this time of silence and lack of speaking between the two of you.

“Hey.” RD’s voice sounds through the door gap before it opens all the way. “It’s okay, you can come in. My parents aren’t home right now.”

As over-encouraging her parents seemed to be over the years, you wouldn’t be surprised at them for being overprotective of RD even while she’s at the age where that’s no longer necessary.

But she easily beat down the guy you stood no chance against in a fight, and you and her have known eachother since childhood, so there’d be no reason for them to be worried about you anyway.

“God damn, it’s so hot today.” She complains, stretching her noticeably toned arms up above her head while the hot air seeping in from the open front door briefly interrupts the coolness of the air-conditioned room. “What’s up? Long time no see. I don't think I've ever had you over before.”

"Yeah I..." You trail off, soon forgetting what you were about to say.

As RD was stretching, the bottom of her small tight clingy T-shirt slipped just enough up her tummy to give you a peek of her bellybutton. It sends a shudder up your spine seeing Rainbow Dash's bellybutton again, now the vibe completely different this time.

You just caught enough of a glance of it to see it’s vertically stretched with her soft skin of her smooth tummy accented by her slightly noticeable abs.

"Sucks everyone else is gone, huh?" Comments RD, referring to your original group of actual friends many years ago.

"Yeah."

There's another pause.

"I know it prolly doesn't mean much, but you still got me, eh?"

“I uh, wanted to thank you.” You have to do a lot to keep your eyes on hers. “Y’know, just real quick.”

“You didn’t have to thank me. I was sick of him and his bullshit too. Wouldn’t feel right if I didn’t stick up for you this time around.”

“You mean that?” You hide the surprised-ness in your voice.

She gives a slight hesitation but then continues to keep things cool. “I guess I kinda felt like I still owed you. And he did fuck you up pretty bad last time. I'll be honest, I think you're kind of a jackass, but you didn't deserve that. Let alone again.” She then changes her tone. "But don't think this makes me your bodyguard or anything."

"I won't. That's okay." You think about what she said about still owing you, trying to take the focus in your mind off of her lewd bellybutton. "...How's it going?"

"How the hell do you think it's going, dude? I'm still suspended for another week. I'm lucky I didn't get kicked off the team." RD gripes.

"Right, sorry."

"I'm bored as fuck, man. my parents didn't ground me, but I still can't do anything when everyone else is at school." She then gives you a look. "Wait... why aren't you at school right now?"

"Playing sick."

"Ah, I get it. Understood."

"Anyway, I gotta go."

“Aww, don’t leave just yet. I’ve been bored all week. Wanna play video games?” Pleads RD. "It's kinda hot up in my room though."

You hesitate, thinking twice, then three times.

"It's okay, we're playing on my console this time." She jokes. "Like... we're even enough now, right? You know, after everything?"

The two of you pause for the longest time, after having spoken to one another the most since at least 7 or 8 years ago or something.

"It doesn't have to be weird or anything." RD adds. "Just cause I'm a girl doesn't mean... uh, well..." She struggles to find the right thing to say for this. "I was wondering if... I dunno."

"If what?"

"I was wondering if we could kinda... you know... be friends now..."

After the longest pause, you finally nod your head. "That sounds nice. We can start off on the right foot this time."

"I'd really like that."

Finally Bonding

Within you, an internal conflict is still brewing as you stand in the front room of RD's house.

In only makes sense to take up an opportunity to gain a friend; this is what you had done with a lot of your old friends back when you were younger.

Only difference is that none of them had ever been a girl before, let alone a girl like Rainbow Dash.

Though, on the other hand, it actually feels less out of place for you since it's a girl like Rainbow Dash. None of the other girls you ever knew wanted to play video games with you, not even the other ones on the sports teams from school. You not only know RD from a long time ago, but she's actually more likely to enjoy the same things you enjoy.

"Oh, hang on, I forgot to lock the door." RD heads back over to it.

Scanning the dingy wallpaper of this place's front dining room, you once again think about that glimpse of RD's bellybutton you just got, also having registered the obvious contours of her hips and chest through her clothes. And oh, are you thinking about things...

You're not used to this. Never really did pay attention to RD's body while you had been focused on avoiding and disliking her for how she had behaved around you over the years. But you and her are older now, and she looks very noticeably different than before.

"Alrighty, let's go." RD re-approaches you, facing you.

The front door's lock beeps as it is now locked with the two of you inside the house. Younger you would have been uneasy about this, being trapped in here with... that girl.

The air in here is a lot cooler than outside, though it gets a little warmer as you venture back to the kitchen and living room area with RD guiding you. And all you can think to yourself is "So this is what the inside of her house looks like" to the off-white flower wallpaper of the kitchen, while feeling as though you've gone further than you should have.

This was a day that wasn't supposed to happen, and you had always been sure that it would have meant trouble for you had RD gotten you inside of her house at some point, like you wouldn't leave without a broken limb, or at least being annoyed and/or humiliated again.

But instead, she's just standing there with a half-filled gallon of orange juice she just pulled out of the fridge, offering it to you.

"You want some? I dunno if I'll be able to finish it before my parents get more, and there's like no room in there." RD glances over into the packed refrigerator.

"Sure." You figure you could go for a quick glass of orange juice.

RD lets you pick out which size glass you want from a cabinet and pour yourself a drink. You sit down atop a tall stool at the dark granite counter top and begin sipping the orange juice down; it may be a different brand, but it tastes about the same as the orange juice brand you g-

Still standing, RD raises the entire rest of the orange juice with one hand, tilting the plastic gallon container towards herself with the opening up against her lips, letting her noticeable bicep flex as she gulps down the orange juice.

You try not to stare too long, still flabbergasted as you wonder if this is the first time she drank directly out of the container itself, or like the fifth or sixth time. You're not exactly willing to ask her about this, as to not rock the boat regarding something as nit-picky as manners (although this might be a little more than that), and simply trust that this is ~~probably~~ the first time she drake from it like that.

After a loud gulp-sigh, RD puts down the now one-third-filled gallon container she just directly chugged from and turns to face you. "I got Mario Kart if you wanna play that. Or Need For Speed."

"...Sure. One of those works." Your respond, looking down at the small glass you already drank most of the orange juice from.

"Awesome! Racing against the other players without it being an actual person isn't the same. It's not as fun."

"Cause it's too easy?"

"Bingo." RD makes a quick finger-gun gesture towards you with a friendly grin leaking a tiny bit of orange juice to her chin she quickly wipes away.

As RD places the how empty container back into the fridge, her eyes widen in clear realization. "Oh..."

"Hm?"

"I uh, I'm sorry, I forgot to ask you if it's cool I drink right out of the uh, thing." She looks at the container. "I'm so sorry, I swear I just didn't think of that."

Her sudden apology gives off a sense that she might be worried that she could hinder her chance to finally gain you as a friend, which reminds you of that past interaction you had with her before. What if she really did care that much about it?

Luckily for RD, you surprisingly want to give this a shot as much as she does.

"It's fine, it's fine. Not like you have cooties or anything." You say partially to yourself before chugging the rest of your orange juice down and hearing a barely audible sigh of relief emit from RD.

A part of your imagination frames this as an abstract, indirect kiss you just shared with RD. Seeing it that way feels so silly, but you just can't help it.

With that, you both start up the narrow carpeted stairs to the instantly much warmer part of her house, towards her room.

RD leads the way, and your eyes can't help but wander down to her tight yet round butt in her denim pants as she goes up ahead of you.

You notice that RD's hips have widened a bit too compared to years ago, and there's just enough of a gap between the belt-line of her jeans and the bottom rim of her clingy T-shirt to reveal a peek of the bare skin of RD's midriff. Her colorful hair is still just too short to reach her shoulders, which means there's nothing to cover up the view of the indentation of the back of RD's bra showing through the back of her clingy T-shirt.

Subconsciously gazing in awe, you can't pull your eyes away from Rainbow Dash's bra straps showing through her T-shirt as she leads you into her bedroom.

You hadn't even registered hearing the sound of her desk fan on full blast until she turned around, making you have to avert your attention away from her body before she catches you leering.

There's a long-established part of your brain from your childhood that clings on to hold true to how you've always felt about RD, reminding you that this girl is loud and annoying and hot and rude and...

No, no, no... you didn't mean part of that. You couldn't have. Not about RD.

That smooth-skinned hourglass-shaped girl Rarity is hot. That busty girl in the low-cut tank top Fluttershy is hot. That curvaceous girl with the leather jacket and bright swirly locks of hair Sunset Shimmer is hot. You know this after having checked them out at school for so long.

But RD is just... she's just not supposed to be hot, okay? It's not allowed to happen, not her!

She's the loud annoying girl who always stayed hellbent on winning everything and showing off, who loved to pull petty pranks on boys who didn't even want to be friends with her and humiliating them when they told her to get lost, who broke your gaming console that one time, and beat up your friend right in front of you that other one time, which made you tell her you didn't want to be her friend or something along those lines (the memory of exactly what you said is getting fuzzy). She's that girl who got a bad reputation around the neighborhood, even as all your old friends moved away, leaving you and her the only original ones still left.

And this same girl has been getting hotter? She's Rainbow Dash, she's not supposed to be hot! You're too used to swearing you'd never like her in a million years...

Why did simply seeing Rainbow Dash's lewd smooth bellybutton have to make you feel funny inside? Even just now, it's the same occurrence as before. Why couldn't it have been something else long ago that gave you your first-

"Helloooo?" RD repeats and waves her hand in front of your face as you stare into outer space. "Which one you wanna play first? Mario Kart or Need For Speed?"

"Oh, uh, whichever one you wanna do. Doesn't matter."

The two of you settle for the latest Need For Speed game first, and after setting up the game, it isn't long before RD thoroughly reminds you of her annoying overly-competitive side.

She already has her own custom designed car she had pimped out after unlocking pretty much every upgrade in the game. There's so many vibrant rainbow lightning bolts plastered all over it that you'd think you were watching one of those really old LinkOnDrugs videos or something while watching that thing speed around with its mean engine revving the way it does.

RD's eyes light up and lock onto the screen, as racing around as her special hot rod of a ride is a sort of a high for her. Her back straightens, her hands grip the controller, her desk fan blows onto her face and makes her hair fly back like she's in the game sticking her head out the driver's seat window... everything falls into place for her...

You can usually say something similar for yourself when playing one of these super fun car-racing games, except something about RD sitting right next to you puts a damper over your candle about it. Not that the game isn't fun, but you're not able to give it your 100% all, as if you're too nervous to.

It was a smart move to remember how she got before, because that's exactly how she gets this time too. RD defeats you in every single on-on-one race against you in the game in every map she can, almost seeming as though she's been waiting to prove to you how much she's improved in playing this game and that she can easily smoke you in a race nowadays.

Unlike when you were but a wee lad back in the day, you actually don't even try to best RD at the game this time. Even after all this time of the heat of spite and rage cooling down, you're still almost conditioned to not want to mess with RD or get on her bad side, even if it's just on video games... on her console this time.

Several minutes pass, which turns into a half an hour, which turns into even longer.

Little by little, you become increasingly complacent with being second place to RD, letting her have her full moment of validation where she finally proves once and for all that she's the real winner. Yeah, it's really stroking her ego a lot, but whatever, just let her have her moment. She'd probably beat you up if you didn't; the internet showed you how bad that "I wasn't supposed to lose!" gamer rage can get.

But you've already found your own way to have fun losing to Rainbow Dash in the racing game and making her happy along the way. While you kind of fuck around trying to find the funniest way to "accidentally" crash the car you're playing as, RD starts bragging, blurting out catchphrases, doing victory laps or parking-lot-donuts, and so on...

Yep, can't really say RD's changed a whole lot mentally, at least in this regard. She's definitely a lot less standoffish about it, that's for sure. Not only that, but she has a good reason to brag if her honestly really impressive lap times are anything to go by.

RD's messy room is surprisingly cozy to be in; clothes and other items are strewn about the floor, her bedsheets are ruffled in a few clumps of little mountains of fabric, her desk is cluttered up with a bunch of stuff threatening to make lots of noise if she opens her laptop that's underneath some of it. Gearhead posters of Corvettes, Jaguars and Mustangs line her bedroom walls, next to posters of a couple of hard rock bands you recognize and a couple of shelves of past trophies RD had won in the past.

Every time you glance over at her, you're reminded of how admittedly pretty she looks now compared to so long ago. Even if just about her face, there's something much more alluring about RD's very vibe than ever before. Her mostly short colorful hair whips back and forth as she shakes her head to make this happen.

Your mind gradually slips back into the gutter as you return to sneaking glances at RD's bra strap indentations and the smooth skin of her smooth lower back just barely peeking out from between her T-shirt and jeans as she sits on the floor. The more you talk to her about random stuff over the next hour or so to keep chatter going as you play together, the more warm and fuzzy you feel inside talking to RD. Her company excites you more than you're willing to admit.

You were supposed to hate her! What happened?!

It's so surreal seeing Rainbow Dash after she got boobs. You never really took note of them until now, only remembering her as her past self before the future came crashing in. Before you finally fully acknowledged to yourself that Rainbow Dash has boobs just like the other girls. They might not be as big and bouncy as Fluttershy's, but it's not like their presence can be ignored. And that's... apparently enough to get you going?

Definitely that plus having seen RD's lewd bellybutton slip after she's gotten older.

There's a growing amount of tension and tightness in the front of your pants now. Doesn't take much thought to figure out what's causing it. Not this time.

"I guess you can say I still got your back if he ever tries to pull some shit again." RD goes back to talking trash about the guy whom she pummeled the living daylight out of. "But I still really don't wanna get suspended again."

"I can't blame you. You shouldn't have to get suspended over me OR him."

"But you get a pass this time, because he was waaaaaay out of line." RD conveys with her raspy voice loudening. "How were you supposed to know he was already taking Rarity to prom if he never told you?"

"I know! She even said no, so I don't see what the hell he got so bent out of shape about. Guy's got anger issues."

"You know the funniest part?" Asks RD as her rainbow-saturated digital car rounds a corner. "Rarity's still gonna go to prom with him anyway. Even though he showed how much of a douchebag he is."

"Will she really?"

"Oh yeah, I know Rarity. She's prolly gonna like, like, nag him about it a few times, and tell him how ashamed of him she is, but still dance with him and stuff."

"Damn."

"I know, right?"

"To be fair though, I did ask Rarity twice, not just once." You bring up. "But that's still no reason to just go straight to wanting to fight me."

"Yeah! That's just out of bounds, man." Agrees RD.

"It's out of bounds. Ya just don't do it."

You're afraid to mention the moment when RD beat up your friend in the past, or just how rash she's been in general that might highlight a lack of self-awareness she might have in this moment. Though, in RD's case, your friend did in fact punch her first before she went berserk on him.

"Anyway, you'd be a lot better off if you could just defend yourself." Suggests RD as she crosses the finish line first yet again then lets the controller fall out of her hands. "I could probably help you out with that."

"Like how?"

"Like help you get into better shape. C'mon, dude. I see those noodle arms." RD starts to lightheartedly taunt.

"Well, I haven't exactly been lifting weights or anything." You admit, almost instinctively flexing the still present amount of muscle you actually do have. "I may not be jacked, but they're not noodle arms either!"

"Looks like noodle arms to me!" Teases RD. "It's okay, bro. Almost everyone starts off with noodle arms. Even I did."

Did she just call you... bro?

Not sure why that somehow felt any different than her calling you dude about half a minute before that. Something about that felt pretty good.

"Well we can probably change that if you want. More than happy to let you come work out with me sometime." RD reaches over and lightly clamps your noticeably smaller bicep with her hand. "Lookit that, there's a lot of room for improvement there."

"No need to rub it in." You playfully pull away with a grin and a chuckle. "Can I at least feel yours?"

RD grins almost sinisterly, rolling back her short sleeves until her smooth shoulders are bare.

"Take a look at these!" RD flexes her own biceps for you, one at a time, showing off how firm and developed they are. "Try not to get jealous."

You stare as you've been directed to, feeling some type of way in the presence of toned girl muscles. There's just... something special about that you can't quite put your finger on. Especially when it's not a whole lot of muscle, but still enough to reasonably classify her as somewhat muscular.

These traits along with the developing womanly features of RD's body are just evened out enough to work perfectly hand-in-hand. Her round curves, soft chest and slight muscles each compliment eachother, turning RD into a surprisingly hot girl for you to have once hated being around as you let her wipe the floor with you in video games.

This was also a perfect excuse for you to check out RD's body without it being too obvious.

"Well are ya just gonna sit there and stare or are you gonna feel them like you asked to?" Says RD with an impatient tone as the menu screen of the Need For Speed game awaits on the TV.

With a nod, you reach over with your hand. You can somehow sense that both of you are imagining in your heads you groping her tit instead, except you're 99.99% sure that's a one-way ticket to having RD punching you and ruining this pleasant budding friendship you and her are finally restarting together.

"I knew you'd get jealous." RD flexes her firm bicep up against your gently squeezing hand. "But you can have absolute guns like these in basically no time too. All you gotta do is stay dedicated."

"Well dedicating to something new ain't exactly my strong point." You tell her.

"That's okay, that's how it is for lots of people who wanna try some thing new. Most people fail their New Year's resolutions for a reason, y'know."

"Fair point."

"But what you really need is the proper motivation." RD says to you. "Which is more or less a 'different strokes for different folks' sorta thing."

"Well being able to not get beat up at school is a pretty motivating goal." You imagine how many people it must have worked out for. "Maybe for me as much as some nerd."

"We just gotta figure out what's most motivating to you. If you're down for working out, that is."

"Oh I am." You reply. "I just don't know for how long."

This conversation continues on for some more time as you continue to let RD defeat you in racing match after racing match.

Not long after the two of you had switched to playing Mario Kart together, you realized it has now been over three hours playing with RD in her cozy messy room.

Time really flies sometimes, doesn't it?

You have to let RD know that you had still been playing sick for today and only said you were going for a walk for fresh air, and having been gone this long would make your parents start to worry that something might have happened.

She immediately understands, and the two of you stand up together to stretch after having sat there on the floor for so long.

RD Falls back onto her bed, raising her arms and letting the bed sheets hiss up against her skin as she crosses those just noticeably muscular arms of hers behind her head.

As she lets out a long sigh with her eyes closed, you look down at RD and get a clear, prolonged view at her now fully exposed tummy and bellybutton, more than you've ever gotten yet. You watch RD's smooth, soft yet toned tummy rise and fall with each of her breaths, getting strong urges to bury your face onto that soft skin right up against RD's sexy bellybutton. While wrapping your arms around her mostly bare midriff around to her exposed lower back that's up against her bedsheets. Then just stay like that for another hour with her... you wish you could.

And now you finally registered the full-on erection in your pants you didn't know you already had... now twitching and heavily pushing up against the inside of your underwear now that you've gotten such a great view.

If this is how much of an effect RD's exposed midriff does to you, you're afraid what would happen if you saw her all the way topless.

By the time RD gets back up, you're already facing away and opening the bedroom door, but something inside makes you suspect that she might have seen the tent you're pitching for her while lying down and isn't gonna tell you about it. But you have no proof of this, maybe it's just guilt-fueled paranoia.

"We racing downstairs?" RD already pushes past you after seen the haste in your step.

You collide with the doorframe, feeling the near-future beginnings of a bruise get planted onto your right arm.

Well that sure kinda sucked.

RD is at the bottom of the stairs before you even make it down the first step. You do your best to make your erection point as downward as you can to minimize how much it sticks out as you rush down the stairs hoping RD doesn't notice.

It wouldn't be unrealistic to assume that even if she didn't see it back in her room, it'd still be more likely that she saw it now. And if she did see it, she's definitely not reacting to it.

"Sorry about that." She apologizes for that push back up at the entrance to her bedroom. "I got a little worked up. You okay?"

You give her a cheesy thumbs-up, receiving yet another quiet sigh of relief from her. "I wasn't really racing you, but we should do that outside next time if we're gonna do that again."

"Right, I gotcha. Sorry, though." RD looks at your arm to make sure you aren't bleeding or anything like that.

"It's alright, I'll live."

There's another pause.

"Hey, you don't have my number yet, right?" RD asks you.

Shake your head. "I don't have my phone with me."

She heartily pulls hers out. "Alright, bro. Give it to me."

You comply, still making sure to face away from her as if that dingy wallpaper of the front dining room between the stairs and the front door is suddenly so interesting to look at. Although, something else was interesting to look at instead, and there may or may not be a third thing that's interesting for RD to look at if you keep facing her while she adds you as a contact on her phone.

You think about this all the way back home as you walk.

Your entire world feels different now.

So much confusion and clashing thoughts battle it out in your mind over the next few days as you look out the window in the direction of RD's house in your neighborhood.

She had sent you a test text to which you had replied, but that didn't feel the same as being in person with her.

After being back in school the following day, you now take extra notice of how RD isn't there, but you have her number in case the two of you want to text while you're in class or something... if your teachers allowed it.

Can't do it at lunch with your current friends all sitting right there in full eyesight, can't do it in gym class where your phone is locked away in your locker, which leaves only study hall, a class period perfectly quiet and boring to silence your phone's sound and text someone.

Even then, there's nothing really that interesting that you and RD talk about.

Upon the weekend finally arriving, your other friends in the neighborhood are finally available to hang out for the day, fixing to go to the mall or something since the neighborhood is not only "old news from when we were kids", but the place has been changing anyway, including having a new playground be built and a couple of old houses and stores from before being torn down to make way for new stuff.

The fact that this has been happening over the last year or two has really gotten you feeling a little bummed out that places associated with your childhood memories are inevitably going away. Which in turn has made your appreciate your newfound "better late than never" friendship with RD even more, because she's the only other one your age left who was here during those times.

And because of this, you decide to skip out on going to the mall on Saturday.

Whether it's because you've finally started bonding with RD and feel like you've missed out on making memories with her, or because she's starting to get really hot and you're reluctantly becoming down bad for her, or both, you'd rather hang out with RD before your other friends in your contact list on your phone.

It only makes sense, you and RD have history together, as well as chemistry. Hell, maybe you can add in gym together too in the near future, just have a whole figurative school-day together while you're at it.

~~You wouldn't mind.~~

After that day you spent playing video games together, things are different now.

The two of you are texting back and forth regarding your plans for the weekend.

[Aw fuck I'm gonna be at a party at Sunset's house for a party!] RD's text all the plans have to revolve around reads, after you ask her what she's doing tomorrow Saturday night. [I already promised I'd go]

After a little bit more texting, you find out that Rarity and her prom date are also going to be there, and Rarity alone is going to stay overnight in a sleepover along with the other friends who are girls, but the direction of the party is in the same direction as the mall your other friends are going to on Saturday afternoon.

Only a few minutes later, it becomes known that you've never been to that old-school ice cream shop where one of those stories about RD takes place. RD begins to beg you to join her there before she goes to the party at Sunset's house, swearing that you'll love it there and it'd be awesome if you went to one of the last old store places that are still up and running that were around during your childhood.

And it happens to be in the direction of the mall and the party as well. And this gives you a sort of... bold idea.

A bold idea that RD seems a little hesitant about it first as well, but you both decide it would be an overall helpful experience.

The friendly confrontation is short, but goes considerably well.

"Oh hey! It's... Rainbow Dash?" One of your other current friends watches the girl approach the group standing outside of the ice cream shop.

He turns to you as another friend gives you a look.

"Guys, it's alright. She's cool now." You tell them, getting confused looks back at you.

"What's up?" RD leans against the stucco-covered side of the building.

Everyone immediately thinks of the story of the incident that happened here a long time ago, now knowing why you had suddenly brought it up with them and made them promise not to talk about it a couple of minutes ago.

"Dude you didn't say she was gonna actually be here." A friend tells you.

"It was a surprise."

"I know at least couple of you, I think." RD starts off, before going on to correctly name two of your friends while blanking on the third one.

"Well this was a little sudden." The first friend silently thanks you for the warning with his facial expression.

"Well anyway, I actually haven't gone here before, and RD here wanted to show me what it's like."

"How long have you two been friends?" He asks.

"A bit. You know." You respond.

"A while." RD joins in.

Neither of you seem to have a straight or exact answer to give to that question.

Your other friends shrug it off and don't pry about it, soon entering the ice cream shop with you and placing orders with you, paying for their respective orders immediately afterward.

There certainly is one thing your one friend was right about: this absolutely was sudden. You made this decision to meet with them here on the way to the mall at the last minute.

RD's lackluster reputation with the rest of the guys is in part your fault, for telling the stories when you had, since these guys had been the new kids at the time learning about which other kids to hang out with and which kids not to hang out with. And in light of that, you decided to have them meet RD really quickly on her way over to the party tonight.

And perhaps see that she's not so bad after all, despite the previous things you had said. It was clear to you that RD was on board with this idea as soon as you had texted it to her.

Everyone sits around one of the booth tables with their little ice cream sundaes or milkshakes or whatever on the surface before them, illuminated by the bright light above while slightly shivering in the red cushioned bench seats from the cool air in here.

You laugh and joke together, taking it easy and keeping things loose, eventually seeing RD herself bring up the past incident from here on her own volition. You have a feeling she herself had consciously planned to bring it up, maybe to clear her name about how everything went down in this fabled, unspeakable ice cream shop incident. The way she tells it sure is different from what one of your now absent old friends had said it.

Details aside, there's two sides to the story here, and RD's side of the story is a point of view you that had been kept from you all these years on account of you simply never talking to RD about the story focused on her. You still respect the old friend you no longer talk to anymore, but you see how he might have been biased about what he said about Rainbow Dash back in the day, even considering how you had seen her act in person.

After all is said and done, your three other friends get up and get ready to head over to the mall. They ask you one last time if you want to come with them, but you and Rainbow Dash both tell them that you've been invited to a party tonight and can't stay long anyway.

With that, they're off. And you and RD stay in the ice cream shop a little bit longer.

What you said was partially true and partially a lie; RD was invited and you weren't. But you're still going to the party with her. As for Rarity's prom date, you'll just have to figure out how to steer clear of running into him, both you and RD, even though the only reason RD is going is because Twilight Sparkle and Sunset Shimmer made the two make amends then begged RD to come to the party because she's their friend and they want her to be there too.

Maybe that's why you weren't invited too, if that's the case.

Maybe the other girls just don't know or trust you well enough, or maybe they know about how often you've been caught leering at other girls at school (themselves included). Which would probably why that guy went from 0 to 60 after you asked out his prom date twice.

Now that you think about it, more of this might be your fault than you previously acknowledged. ...Maybe. Going straight to beating someone up instead of at least verbally persecuting them is still extreme either way.

As if simply seeing RD's bellybutton making you act unwise wasn't enough evidence alone, you kind of are a bit of a pervert, as lots of guys your age are. Adopting RD's lack of self-moderation probably didn't help with that.

All things considered, you're just glad you were able to quickly help RD clear her name a little bit, you're sure she really wanted to do that after wanting to hang out with the boys for so long but never really got the point of being just friendly with them. It was nice for them to sit down with her and have some delicious ice cream together.

But they still weren't hesitant to go back to what they had planned to do, while you yourself stay with Rd in the old ice cream shop a little longer because there's something she wanted to show you.

"Bro, see that jukebox over there?" RD says to you, looking at the large device just out of arms reach of her.

"Yeah." You reach over to it.

"No, no, wait." She yanks you back next to her.

You watch RD pull out a quarter, then get into some type of stance while facing the jukebox. You say nothing, waiting for her to show you what she's about to do, and momentarily watch her toss the coin like a skipping stone over at the coin slot, aiming to have the quarter slip directly into it.

"Fuck!" RD curses that same old F-word after missing then walks over to pick up the coin spinning around on the shiny tile floor. "Hold on, hang on..."

From the same distance, she tries again, misses, then tries again, and then finally gets the quarter to perfectly into the slot on the third try.

"Holy shit." You gasp.

"I know! I wanted to do it on the first try but... it's kinda been a while." Responds RD. "Took a long time to get good at it, though."

"That's amazing."

"Every time I wanted to play a song I liked and someone was here with me, I'd challenge them to do this, and whoever got the quarter into the slot first got to choose the song." RD tells you.

"That's... wow. So you got good at it."

"Yup. I used to do this all the time. Super fun."

"I wish I was here to see that." You comment.

"Same, bro." RD responds, softening her tone. "But uh, hey. You're here now, aren't you?"

"You want me to try it out? I don't think I can get it in."

"You don't have to do it too. I just wanna see you try it. See if you get close."

This must have been something she's been curious about for a while. Throughout all those years of you largely ignoring her and not coming over to here with her. The only thing about here you had heard about involving RD was that story one of your old friends said, and he never mentioned the quarter thing to you despite obviously having been here to see it if he really was an in-person witness to the incident he told you about.

As you hold the quarter in your hand, it finally dawns upon you: this is also a major part of the reason why RD wanted to come here! She probably figured you didn't know about this either, while still knowing about that story about her she swore was told with bias against her.

And you... you're the only one left who was around at the time...

It breaks your heart a little bit thinking about it this way, as it's probably identical to how RD sees it. You can sense it, in a way. The look of enthusiasm in her eyes before you even throw the quarter for the first time. She really wanted you here for once.

And you KNOW she loved having impressed you.

"It's alright, bro. You can stop now if you want." RD talks as though she was holding you hostage until you perfectly threw the coin into the slot.

"That's so freaking cool how you're able to do that." You say. "How come I never heard of this?"

"Good question." She replies. "Not dissing our old friends, but it looks like they kinda left that out. Pretty lame, huh?"

"I gotta admit, that actually is pretty lame of them to not at least talk about that. After all the other stuff they said." You agree. "Even after..." You trail off, now remembering that you yourself lashed out at her once, and then went on to badmouth her even after the game console incident was resolved.

"Hey..." RD places a hand on your shoulder. "It's okay. Everyone else may be gone, but at least we still got eachother, right?"

"...Y-yeah." You give her a warm nod.

"We should hang out here more often. Not on workout days though, if you're still down for that, that is."

"Oh I am if you really want." You tell her. "I'd love to work out with you too. And also hang out here... if you're gonna teach me how to do that cool shit."

Funny how "I'd love to work out with you" is one word different from "I'd love to go out with you", spoken while the two of you are in an ice cream shop together throwing quarters at an old-school jukebox.

You and RD continue to share this newfound memory together, years-delayed from when it was supposed to happen ages ago while you simply weren't there to experience it with her. You laugh together, you groan together when you almost get the coin into the slot but just miss by a hair, you hi-five after you finally give up and watch RD eventually successfully do it again.

After all these years, you two can finally catch up on what you've missed out on, now with none of the other guys around and it's just the two of you.

As classic oldies songs play on the jukebox, the sky outside start to turn vibrant colors as the sun goes down.

"Hey, aren't we gonna be late to the party at Sunset's place?" You ask.

"Oh! You're right! C'mon, let's go. I totally forgot about that!"

"Are we late?"

"Yeah, a little, but not too late." Responds RD. "Better late than never, right?"

Author's Note

That's all for now but I'm aiming to get Chapter 3 out by next Tuesday as previously promised.

Party Crashers Part 1

Author's Note

Warning: contains enough bad words in one part to be worth mentioning here.

Party Crashers Part 1

"You two're gonna see eachother at school anyway once she's back, might as well bury the hatchet now 'fore that happens." Applejack pries in an insisting tone.

"Does it have to be at a party?" Her bruised classmate with a bandage over his nose questions barely a minute after noticing a head of colorful hair he didn't expect to see here.

"If not here, then when and where? Ya weren't willing otherwise."

"That's kind of the point."

"Well it's a stupid point! Ya can't just never talk to her again." Applejack plants her hands onto her hips.

"Well why the hell not?!" He responds to her, raising his voice a little. "We're about to graduate anyway! Why the hell would I ever want to see her again after what she did?"

"It's not about whether ya want to or not!" The farm girl raises her voice even louder.

"Applejack, please!" Sunset Shimmer intervenes then turns to him. "Look, I'm sorry we had to do it this way, but making our friend make amends with you is necessary because of the principles of it all!"

"The principles? You mean YOUR principles!" The still wounded classmate feels trapped with his trust betrayed. "And what business is it of yours anyway? You told me she wouldn't be here!"

"She's our friend!"

"Yeah well look what YOUR friend did to MY face!"

"And now we're making her apologize to your face!" Says Applejack.

He turns to Rarity, who gives him an apologetic look before speaking to him. "I can promise you it wasn't my idea. They just told me at the last second too."

"Well back me up in this, then!" He continues. "I don't wanna talk to Rainbow, why should I have to?"

"She didn't wanna talk to you either, but we're makin' her apologize anyway." Responds Applejack.

"Applejack, you were supposed to leave that part out!" Sunset grits her teeth, having wanted to make it out like RD wanted to apologize.

"Aw consarnit!" Groans Applejack as her bandaged up classmate starts looking angrier and angrier. "All right, look. We're makin' her do this cause she's our friend and we care 'bout her. And we care 'bout you too. And we wanna make Rainbow realize her actions have consequences. She can't be goin' through life thinkin' she can get away with doin' stuff like what she did to you."

"If she was ever gonna realize her actions have consequences, she would have done so years ago." The guy gripes. "She's always been so full of herself, why would that change now?"

RD's circle of friends stare at him before he keeps going with his little monologue, with more and more fo the other partygoers beginning to take notice of all this.

"Yeah yeah, I get it. That's your friend I'm talking about. But you know what? Put it on my tab." He points to his injuries. "I'm not doing this."

"Darling, please!" Rarity gently grabs his arm as he starts to walk away before RD can spot him. "You're acting immature!"

"How am I the immature one?"

The high-schooler argument quickly devolves into who is actually being the immature one, with Rarity reminding her prom date that he indeed beat you up before and was about to do it again because you asked her out twice, which definitely counts as immature. To which he responds that means RD is just as immature as him if that's the case because she beat him up too instead of just stopping him. He says this part quieter and with shame in his tone, being embarrassed that he got beat up by a girl at school.

But this talking point is just used as a way to point out that both he and RD have been immature at various points during this whole dispute and that's why they're making her apologize and begging him not to be stubborn. And to at least accept the apology so everyone can move on on the least bad terms possible.

These girls really care a lot about making sure everyone sharing contentions eventually puts that water under the bridge in the end, like it's their job or specialty or something. Especially if one of their own friends were involved, whether at fault or not.

They really don't like grudges, or whatever it is they're calling a "friendship problem".

"Hey, uh..." RD moseys on over with a sheepish expression angled down at the floor below, having just arrived to the party a couple of minutes ago before being noticed. "I just wanted to say sorry for what happened."

He watches her stand there with her hands apologetically locked behind her back, like her wrists are in imaginary handcuffs until she's finished saying what she's supposed to say.

"I lost my cool back there." RD continues. "That was very stupid of me, how I reacted."

Sunset and Applejack glance over to Rarity's prom date, who darts his eyes back and forth between their facial expression, knowing they're expecting him to apologize next for overreacting on his part. Which he probably would have done if they didn't try to force him to do it.

"Fuck this, dude." He immediately makes a speedwalk for the front door, blinded by his own anger issues. "I'm going home."

"Hey, at least I apologized!" Protests RD, speaking loud enough for everyone at the party to hear. "At least I tried."

"If you leave everything like this, I'm not going to prom with you." Rarity takes a couple of steps towards him, now also speaking loud enough for everyone at the party to fall silent and stare at the free soap opera they get to watch outside of a TV screen.

He turns around, surprised. "You what?"

"I can only tolerate so much stubbornness, dear." Rarity crosses her arms. "Rainbow came through and said her part. It's only fair that you say yours."

"You're seriously gonna do this to me?"

"I'm sorry, but if that's what it takes." Rarity firmly stands her ground.

Everyone watching starts silently making that "ooh" face at one another, one classmate even turning the music down to be able to hear the juicy drama better.

"Alright, you know what? Fine, it's off. I don't need this shit." The now ex-prom date to Rarity says to her then turns to her friends. "Fuck all of y'all. Especially you, Rainbow."

"Hey fuck you too, asshole!" RD finally decides to just verbally lash out at him, no longer able to keep it all in.

"Rainbow!" Sunset and Applejack gasp at her in unison.

"You were always a fuckin' douchebag anyway!" RD continues, fully solidifying this into a sailor-mouthed name-calling contest.

"And you were always a cunt!" He sneeringly responds on his way out the door.

"Hey!" Sunset now angrily steps towards the guy in defense of her friend, while still helping Applejack hold RD back in case this escalates further (again).

"You heard me!" He snaps back.

"Yeah yeah, whatever. You're a little fucking bitch." RD mocks him, not even affected by the insult. "At least I apologized, you fucking pussy!"

He slams the front door closed from the outside in response. Half of everyone else at the party erupts into roaring laughter while the other half watches in uncomfortable silence but enjoying the drama at the same time. At least one of them had to have filmed more than 45 seconds of the exchange by now.

RD races over to the front room window and slides it open. "Fuck you, asshole!" She shouts out to the driveway as Applejack makes sure to keep the front door closed and locked so they stay separated, leaning against it.

"No, fuck YOU!" He responds, pointing his finger.

"Fuck you harder!" RD is really just starting to enjoy this now.

And so, the exchange has devolved into the phase of endless "fuck you"s being flung back and forth until the two are too far away to hear them anymore.

"Okay fine, whatever. Whatever." Sunset Shimmer pulls RD away from the window with Applejack's help. "He's an asshole, forget it."

"Ah shoulda known you were gonna make a scene." Comments Applejack. "What were we even thinking?"

"Hey, I tried, alright?" RD shrugs and raises her outstretched palms up in front of herself. "He's the one who decided to be a shithead first."

"I'm so sorry, everyone!" Sunset apologizes to the rest of the party. "He's gone now, he won't be causing any more problems."

Everyone breaks out into a round of applause, but it's clear it's mostly for RD and her spunky character. Sunset simply shrugs it off with a "whatever" and begins to quietly scold RD for still encouraging him as soon as they're in private together.

And meanwhile, you haven't even arrived yet.

You were told by RD to stay behind a little ways for several minutes, so it isn't obvious you two are arriving at the party together.

The plan is to get to an impromptu rendezvous around to the side of the house where one of RD's more free-spirited and open minded friends will discreetly let you into the backyard despite you not being invited to the party.

Having waited a block or two away for a long enough time, you finally decide to continue on to Sunset's house, which isn't hard to find since there's a bunch of cars in front of it driven by a few of your classmates.

Onward you walk in the direction of the house, having a hunch that the distant unintelligible shouting you hear echoing off of the sides of the other houses is also coming from the party. You watch the sky get darker and darker as the evening sets in while soon rounding a corner on the sidewalk.

And it's actually dark enough for you to almost bump into whoever's now standing in front of you.

You start to apologize, but then feel a lump in your throat when you realize who it is, noticing that bandage on his nose.

It didn't take very long to connect the dots and put two and two together, and the next thing you say just might very well determine whether you're about to end up with a bandage on your own nose by the time this encounter is over... or worse.

"I uh..." You start off, simply waiting for him to inevitably recognize you before you have to time turn around and speedwalk away from him, maybe run if you have to.

It may not be too too bright out here, but you can still make out the clearly upset expression on his face, even through how badly RD had messed him up however many days ago that was.

"Hey look, I'm sorry. Alright?" You raise your open palms up towards him as though he's about to pop you with a rifle. "I swear I had nothing to do with RD doing that, I didn't want her to do that any more than you did."

He stares for a second or two, probably considering his options as far as you're concerned.

You continue. "If I knew what was about to happen, I'd have tried to stop her beforehand. I swear on my mum's life I'm telling you the truth."

He almost looks around, then takes a deep breath.

"Look." You tell him, slowly backing away while facing him with your open hands still raised. "If you don't want me at the party, I'll just turn around and walk home now. I'll just say I couldn't come. You won't see me anywhere near there. I don't want any trouble, man."

Every ounce of your well-being is praying that this will be enough to deter him.

"Nah, it's cool." He finally responds; it's not hard to tell his perturbed voice is passing through gritted teeth. "You can even have Rarity now if you want. She and I just ended."

"I... wait, what?"

"Yeah, uh, she's not going to prom with me anymore. Some shit happened, we kinda had a fight and aren't gonna do it anymore now."

"A-alright, well..."

"Go ahead and ask her out again if you want, I don't give a fuck anymore, dude." He eyeballs you up and down. "She's gonna say no anyway, though." He shifts his tone to make that more more obviously an insult to you.

"Well I wasn't even about to ask her, but okay then." You're actually telling him the truth.

"Alright well, whatever, man. Go have fun, I don't care." He proceeds to walk right around you then continue down the sidewalk in the direction he was going before muttering under his breath. "So done with those crazy bitches..."

And just like that, he was gone.

Welp, that was unexpected. Guess you'll just show up to the party and have yourself a good time without worrying about that anymore. But now you can't stop worrying about what the other that was all about, having it buzz around in your head as you walk over to then up the driveway as muffled rock music blasts from inside.

RD said to go to the side of the house where the garage is.

The rocks crunch under your feet as you approach the side gate from the far side of the driveway, alerting whoever's on the other side of the gate that you're finally here.

"Ooh! That must be him!" A cheerful and bubbly voice sounds from the other side of the dark splintery wood. "Heya, you here with your friend?"

"Yeah." You answer the girl on the other side of the closed gate.

"Which one?"

"Rainbow Dash. She said to meet you here and you'll let me in." You confirm yourself to be legit.

"Okie dokie loki!"

The lock on the gate loudly clicks, followed by a low sustained creak as the gate itself gradually swings open on its hinges as you walk through.

"So you're... Pinkie Pie, right?" You remember this girl from school, noting to yourself how hard she is to miss due to how much attention she draws with her energy.

"Yup! I'm so glad to finally meet you! You just missed a huuuuuuge fight that just happened. It was really intense, and Rainbow Dash was actually part of it!"

"She didn't... beat anyone up again, did she?"

"Didn't sound like it. But I was waiting back here the whole time, so I wouldn't know." Pinkie responds.

"Heh, sorry to keep you away from all the fun for so long. I promise I won't be late next time." You finally make it to a spot on the patio under the illumination of a backyard light with the girl.

She looks just like how you remember her, bright pink poofy hair with wide open blue eyes and an even wider smile greeting you. "Come on!" She hops up and down in excitement she's known for not being able to contain, showing you the way to the sliding glass doors leading inside the house.

You noticed Pinkie Pie's chest noticeably bounce inside of her clothes, bringing your attention to how large and soft that chest is. Damn, you forgot how busty this girl is. All those sweets and stuff really must be getting put into all the right places. Pinkie didn't even need to wear a revealing top to appear as lewd to you, as her own properties are insistent on making their presence known through all those clothes regardless.

She's too distracted by her own happiness to notice you glancing down at her as you get ready to enter the back of what's probably the living room or something.

Now you have to take your attention away from how soft and curvy Pinkie Pie is. Need to switch off that built-in part of your brain that you didn't bother moderating as you started reaching the age of sexual awakening a few years ago.

As you enter, the muffled music becomes un-muffled, and the cooler evening air is replaced by stuffier interior air filled with chatter and the smell of beverages and food. Only a couple of other classmates glance over at you, but don't think anything of it regarding you being here, as they weren't the ones who sent out the invitations.

Almost immediately, you spot Rainbow Dash. Her vibrant multi-colored hair is way too hard to miss.

And right after this [almost immediately] moment, you remember that she had said to you that it wasn't certain whether Sunset would be cool with you being here, especially after what happened between you and her friend's prom date. Though, you are also aware that he has left the party as well, so maybe you'll be let off the hook as soon as she inevitably catches you at her party she technically didn't invite you to.

Maybe the invitations were more of a casual thing, but the obviously less casual thing will be the "no boys allowed" rule as soon as the sleepover half of this party begins, for reasons not to hard to guess.

With this, you aloofly wave over to RD, pretending to be rather surprised to see her here as to not raise suspicion. This might not even be necessary, but you're doing it anyway because you wanna hang out for at least a little while.

But nothing much happens at first.

Remember that busty girl Fluttershy you've found yourself thinking about a couple of times? There she is, standing in the corner, probably having avoided whatever it was that just happened here.

"Hey, dude." RD finally comes up to you, before Applejack can come over and say something. "Glad you could make it."

Party Crashers Part 2

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"Let's Throw Our Own Party"

Into this situation you're thrown, needing to think of a lie. Almost like starting a video game level with no preparation or context as to what you're supposed to know.

But it didn't take long for the next realization to hit you.

RD was the one to drive you over to the ice cream shop you've never been to, before taking you to the party she was the only one invited to.

Your confrontation with Racket made your fight-or-flight instinct cloud everything up when you didn't realize how far you'd have had to "walk home" when you told him you'd do so. And something very similar happened when you had decided to leave the party as your mind was spinning thinking about girls and lots of peculiar things about girls.

Your reluctantly hormone-laced mind is trying to process too much information at once in a sudden situation it wasn't prepared for. You were driven to this party, then discovered the very guy who beat you up before had broken up with Rarity. Your luck was good enough that he happened to break things off with Rarity right before you ran into him, and didn't have much of a reason to "put you in your place" while risking more beef with RD he was probably hoping he got the final last word ever with.

With that, you had shown up to the party unharmed and tried to have a good time, but then your own body betrayed you and made things seem a certain kind of way when you-

"What's going on, dude?" RD approached you in the barely lit evening air, hardly able to see anything in this lighting.

You're too tangle-minded to think of an actually believable lie to cover up what RD luckily can't see right now. You were fortunate enough for the incoming nighttime to cover the tent you're pitching that refuses to go down, which makes it feel even more tragic that you can't think of anything to tell RD regarding your sudden departure from the party for seemingly no reason.

"Are you really going to walk the whole way back?" Asks RD.

"Yeah I just realized that. I forgot you drove me." You buy yourself a couple of seconds.

But that couple of seconds is wasted anyway. All you can think about is Fluttershy's luscious rack, Rarity's tempting hourglass body, Sunset Shimmers round butt, Applejack's pointy nipples barely visibly poking through her shirt...

You chase all of the intrusive thoughts away, they feel WAY too out of place for this situation. Literally none of these girls were trying to be lewd and you got an erection in your pants anyway, most definitely creeping at least one of them out. You gotta take your mind out of the gutter, man. Especially around the really tough friend of these girls you share with them.

"So what's wrong? You sick or something?" RD remembers the way she saw you hunched over.

"I uh... yeah, think I had too much ice cream, yeah." You're awash with inner relief that RD unknowingly helped you construct your excuse.

You can't get a good enough look at RD's face to know whether to continue this lie or not; it depends on whether she believes it or not.

"But we ate over an hour ago!" RD questions what you said. "You're just now getting stomach cramps?"

"I dunno, maybe it just takes that long sometimes." You shrug in the near-darkness.

"Bro, come on. It either does usually take that long for you, or it doesn't."

"It usually does!"

"For you?"

"Yeah." You nod even though RD can't clearly see it.

The two of you might not have known eachother this closely for the longest time, but RD can still probably be able to tell when there's holes in your story or if you sound slightly different from how you usually talk whenever you're making something up.

"Alright well, look, I can't tell them I drove you here. That'll blow my cover I made when I said I didn't invite you!" Says RD. "Rarity and Sunset will nag me about it all night long until morning."

"What?" You gawk. "But then how were you gonna drive me back if you're staying over night?"

"I uh... I didn't really think that part out..." RD can barely be made out scratching the back of her head.

"Well there's no way they're gonna let a boy stay overnight with them."

"Well why did you have to suddenly leave out the door before I could finish thinking up my plan? Now I'll look like an idiot!" Complains RD. "Is it really a stomach cramp? It's been like... like an hour and a half by now and you were just fine ten minutes ago."

"Why didn't you think this through from the beginning?! You already went so far as to help sneak me in, but you didn't think about how you'll get me out of here without making it obvious you're driving me?"

"I didn't think it all the way through because... maybe I could have convinced them to let you stay over..."

"What? But... why? Why would they agree to that? C'mon, RD! You gotta know that doesn't make sense!"

"I was half hoping they'd make you stay in the basement or something. Sunset has a gaming center there, and we could chill there and have a fun time."

You stare at her through the darkness.

"It's not unrealistic, bro! Think about it!"

"They have a console down there?"

"Yeah but Sunset wasn't using it while all her friends are here. Like how she needs to stop Pinkie from fucking up the walls." RD says to you, her tone getting slightly raspier. "I'm the only other friend who even plays video games, and I totally smoke her at it too!" She pauses, then continues. "I dunno, bro. I kinda plan on the fly. But you didn't have to run out out of nowhere, you could have just sat down if your stomach hurts."

Yeah... she has very valid reasons to be skeptical about the story you now have to stick to if you're gonna keep this up.

She really does sound let down that you skipped out on her defeating Applejack at darts like she said she would. You feel guilty for now having deflated one of her proudest moments, knowing how much she likes to impress you.

Not only this, but you figure that either Sunset or Rarity is going to eventually tell her what really happened, through that fabled "girl-talk" between friends. Especially after the way RD followed you out the door and is now getting a completely different story than what they saw for themselves actually happen.

There's pretty much nothing you can do; the truth is going to come to light sooner or later and there's nothing you can do to stop it. You're (kind of) a bit of a pervert, or at least enough of one on the inside for a part of you to involuntarily start showing it on the outside.

The part of you that cares about your friendship with RD tells you that this is your creek and you're sitting in it. And you're too far up this creek without a paddle to go back now, the inevitable waterfall of you having lied is coming up sooner or later. It'll be less bad if you just grab a branch and let the lie you won't be able to keep afloat go over the edge.

"Alright, look." You confess after a sigh. "I just can't fuckin' lie to you. Doesn't feel right, I'll tell you what's really up."

"I fuckin' knew it, bro!" RD lightly punches you in the arm, still hard enough for it to hurt. "C'mon, dude. The fuck you lie to me for?"

"Because I got hard, okay?" You admit. "How was I supposed to just say that?"

RD pauses for a hot second to process what you just revealed to her, and you may not be able to see her face, but you can almost feel a blush spreading across it.

"Damn, bro. You like... really?" Asks RD.

"I couldn't help it. I'm sorry." You explain. "I know this is really stupid but... I dunno, maybe my body just hates me tonight."

Either that or the more realistic hypothesis of your body not hating you tonight but your body really liking girls tonight. You heavily consider this as RD stands there in silence thinking for a moment, deciding whether or not it's a good idea to try to get you back into the party. RD knows for sure Applejack isn't done trying to prove her point yet, but each of those girls know to at least some extent where that's going to go.

"I guess there's too many people standing around to hide from in the halls, but did you have to leave the whole house?" Quizzes RD.

"I uh..."

"It's alright, bro. You don't have to apologize. Not for something you can't control. At least you did the smart thing and ducked out of sight before anyone saw it." RD finally says to you, to your surprise. "But it's not like people did see it and told you to leave. So, I'm still not getting that part."

"Heh, well, about that..."

RD's eyes shoot wide open. "No! Really?! Someone saw?" Her voice fosters genuine concern in her tone.

"Pretty sure."

You're still mostly stuck at the part where she just kind of seemed quickly accepting of you getting hard in front of one of her friends at a party. Not a single jab at you for being a perv, or an awkward silence where she doesn't know how to tell you you should leave, nothing like that.

You chalk it up to you being lucky RD understands and isn't making a big deal out of it, and you don't question this any further for now. It's probably because she's known you for a lot longer than her other friends have.

"Guess that kinda complicates how I'm... gonna get them to let you stay longer." RD half-chuckles in a way that expresses how much this actually bums her out.

She did vouch for you before, and so did Pinkie Pie, and even Rarity, but the latter two of that batch might not be so on your side after learning that this boy not originally invited got caught with a banana in his pocket from leering at them too much. Though, maybe Pinkie Pie wouldn't mind, but you have a feeling Sunset, Rarity and Applejack minding is all that's needed.

"Want me to go in and talk to them?" RD offers.

"I dunno, I don't wanna turn this into a whole... thing." You say. "And I'm pretty sure Sunset doesn't either."

"Well, you can't just leave, bro. I still gotta drive you anyway!"

"I know that, it's just..."

"You want me to talk to them? Pretty sure they'll more likely listen to me before you."

"I guess if it helps, but if they say no, please don't take it any further."

"Oh come on, dude. You just got a boner and one of them saw it! So fucking what?!"

"Sunset looked like she was about to ask me to leave."

"Do you know that for sure?"

"Well, no. But since there was just a... fight here, I don't want her to have any more hassle from things, not if I can just save her the annoying part and just leave on my own accord. You can tell her that if you want."

RD blankly stares at you through the darkness as crickets chirp all around the place. "Dude, come on. That's so fucking lame. You leave just like that? My spat with Racket wasn't even that bad. We just yelled at eachother, Sunset'll probably laugh about it in a day or two."

"Well maybe ask her what she was about to say to me and tell her that I read everything wrong if she really wasn't about to ask me to leave."

RD sighs. "Bro, I really thought you'd have gotten less lame by now." She partially jokes. "I mean... really?"

"I didn't want to turn this into anything, so I just took the high road." You shrug. "I'll talk to her at school on Monday if that's better."

"No, dude! That's not better. I'm talking to her myself now!" Insists RD. "The party's not gonna be still going on when it's Monday, you fucking moron!"

"That's not what this is about, though."

"Bro... come on. It's the whole reason you're here. Stop being such a wimp!"

"If Rarity, the girl I once asked out twice, sees me get hard standing next to her, then whispers to Sunset, who then walks up to me looking like she's about to tell me to get lost, I'd rather not let it turn into a scene. At least not in front of everyone."

"Well... you didn't tell me that part." RD responds, now assuming you were eyeing Rarity in ways she probably wouldn't like so much which is why you got hard next to her. "Okay. Okay okay okay, fine. So maybe you're not being a total wuss right now, cuz Rarity does get that way sometimes."

"I'm just taking the high road." You repeat. "Sunset was probably about to kick me out. If I'm wrong, I'm wrong. But I'd rather not find out right now. It sounds like there's already been enough drama here and I'd rather not add something else to it. That's all."

"You couldn't at least wait for her to tell you what she was about to say?"

"Dunno what else it could have been. I snuck in, then that happened, and then Rarity told her and she was about to tell me something. It's not like I can't talk to her or anything, I'd just rather save her the trouble of having to talk to me about it. So I fast forwarded to the part where I just leave."

"Without remembering I have to drive you."

"Yeah."

She pauses.

"My mind kinda... didn't think that all the way through. It was somewhere else, okay? But just go talk to Sunset and I'll wait here if that works. Alright?"

With a groan, RD relents. "Fine." She starts over back inside before turning back to you for a brief second, her silhouette in the front window's light looming above you. "You are SO horny! You know that?" She almost starts giggling in a friendly way as she says this.

"Sorry." You shrug.

"Don't worry, though. It happens." RD starts back inside. "Lemme see if Sunset feels the same way."

"I'll just wait here." You chuckle out one last offhand comment, to which RD gives you a half smirk before disappearing through the front door.

...

"I don't know, if he already agreed to leave, I say we just let him." Sunset tells RD. "It's probably better if we don't let things get too weird. We didn't even invite him anyway."

"But were you about to ask him to leave or not?" Asks RD.

"I was planning to, but I don't know if I was gonna start off with that. That'd be rude."

"I just talked to him and he said he assumed you were about to ask him to leave, so he decided to save you the trouble and just leave on his own."

"I'd actually prefer that, yeah." Responds Sunset. "No offense to him, I just don't need anything else tonight right now. Is he still here?"

"He's in the driveway. I stopped him and got him to tell me what really happened."

"I don't dislike him, but I don't trust him to have any self-control." Rarity adds, still saying this quietly enough to keep anyone else at the party from hearing it. "I've never said anything any of the other times he had his eyes all over me, but I'm not even wearing anything revealing this time, there's no excuse for this. I'm sorry, but I just don't feel comfortable around him outside of a public setting. Surely you can understand that."

"Rarity has a point, Rainbow." Says Sunset. "If he gets... something happening in his pants like that, off of barely anything that would cause it, I can't blame Rarity for not feeling comfortable around him. Plus, again, we didn't even invite him!"

RD knows it's a hell of an uphill battle to keep vouching for you, something you mostly told her you'd rather not have happen right now anyway. At least the girls are being respectful about this and aren't spreading gossip about it... yet.

"How do you know it was you, Rarity?!" RD brings up. "Fluttershy's been showing her cleavage all night!"

"Oh don't give me that! He was standing right next to me!" Refutes Rarity. "Also, what is that supposed to mean? What does Fluttershy have to do with this? She's in the basement waiting for Sunset!"

"I must have missed when she went down there, but she was sitting right there on the couch when... you know..."

"I guess you're not wrong." Agrees Sunset. "But even then, does it matter? What difference does it make if it's Fluttershy instead of Rarity?"

"I don't know, dear. Fluttershy is quite filled out in the chest department. Not saying that's her fault, but there isn't much her outfits could do about that even if I stepped in." Says Rarity, briefly tapping into her knowledge of wardrobe. "But I still don't think that rules me out. Because he has leered at me several times before and that's a fact. Everything else about this still remains."

RD is still focused on the fact that Fluttershy is now down in the basement, apparently getting ready to play video games with Sunset. Which puts a massive damper on her idea where you and her were going to stay down there.

She's just glad Sunset and Rarity haven't questioned why she immediately knew Fluttershy's got on a really cleavage-revealing top tonight.

"I'm terribly sorry, Rainbow. But my stance has not changed." Rarity pouts and crosses her arms. "This isn't coming from a place of dislike, it's just that I'm not comfortable around him here. He said he wasn't about to ask me out again, but I don't think that could be the angle he's coming from anymore."

"What's that supposed to mean?" RD starts defending your on your behalf. "Just because he finds you really attractive doesn't mean he's a legit creep!"

"I'm just not comfortable around him." Insists Rarity.

"What are you implying about the other part of that, though? You saying he's gonna try and just throw himself at you now?"

"Alright, enough!" Sunset puts her hands up. "I don't like where this conversation is going, so we're ending it now."

The debate ends with Sunset firmly deciding that you can't stay. Followed by Rarity apologizing as politely as she can for encouraging this decision so much, stating that she understands you two are friends but she just doesn't feel comfortable seeing you outside of school. At least not anymore.

RD had quickly ventured down to the basement for a hot second to find that Fluttershy was indeed sitting there on the couch in front of the TV, waiting for Sunset to join her since the dart game got too intense for her and she needs some time to unwind a little.

From the angle RD is standing versus the angle from which Fluttershy is sitting, RD can see directly into Fluttershy's white tank top from behind, easily able to see the frilly bridge of her D-cup bra helping contain those things in place inside their tight yet clingy fabric prison. Only through the slight gap between those big soft mounds that are Fluttershy's large breasts that can't be helped, getting softly pushed together as Fluttershy reaches forward for the controller.

Being a close also-female friend of Fluttershy, RD has already seen way more than this before, but can already tell that this is what got you going in your pants, RD can just sense it. And now that same girl with this lovely pair of tits is sitting in the very room that was supposed to serve as the crux of RD's plan to get the others to let you stay here.

Her plan isn't an uphill battle anymore, it's more like trying to scale the completely windowless wall of a three story building; success simply isn't in the cards, here.

There's a bit of a pause before RD starts to head back up the stairs, but she head upstairs faster when she hears Applejack stomping towards then out the front door.

...

You listen to the crickets chirp, watching the jittery flight patterns of fireflies amongst the bushes along the side of the driveway.

*click click*

*creeeaaakk...*

You turn your head to see who it is as the storm door opens next, expecting RD.

"Ah KNOW yer not thinkin' 'bout comin' back in, you pervert!" Applejack's voice blares like the fanfare of a battle trumpet.

Your mind immediately says to run away, but your legs anxiously stay completely in place.

"Git over here! Don't think ah don't see you!"

"Applejack!" Sunset follows her friend out into the darkness, letting the storm door hiss halfway closed behind her before RD catches it. "Wait! I didn't phrase that right!"

"Ah understood enough." Applejack says to her as she walks up to you then begins to speak to you. "Now you listen here, varmint! Those are MY friends yer eyin' up in there! And I know for a fact they don't like you gettin' yer rooster all riled up right in front of them like we're not bothered by it! Just cause we dress up don't mean fuckin' whores!" She sternly points and tilts her head with an enraged glare upon her freckled face.

You start to feel dizzy with the world shaking and spinning around like that meme with Mr. Krabs sitting at the table surrounded by angry fish through a radial blur.

"Applejack, please! He didn't mean to!" Sunset holds her friend back by the arms.

"Ah ain't gonna hurt him, I'm just givin him mah two cents and I'll be done." Applejack then points directly at you. "YOU need to learn self-control, ya hear me?"

"Hey, why do you think I left?" You shrug at her, noticing she has every layer of clothing back on herself.

"You left 'cause ya ain't got no self-control! Rarity is NOT an object for you to huff and puff at with wanderin' eyes. Like she suddenly wants you peepin' all over her, gettin' hard right in front of her and not caring. Where the hell is your respect?"

"Applejack, will you listen to me?!" Sunset struggles to hold her back as RD gets in front of a heavily fuming Applejack.

"Yer a fuckin' pervert, ya hear me?" Applejack continues. "Ah don't take kindly to your type! Ah know what goes on in yer sick head!"

"Calm the fuck down already! I'll take him out of here! Okay?" RD helps Sunset get Applejack further away before then walking over to you and resuming the act. "Where's your car? I'll walk you over to it."

"Applejack, he's already leaving." Sunset repeats.

"Don't you come 'round here no more, you sick jackass!" Applejack's eyes light up with flames, now on her way back inside. "Try that in MY house n' my brother and I will kick your ass up and down the street, ya hear me?!"

"Just... leave, okay?" Sunset tells you, looking incredibly perturbed and disgusted herself. "This was a mistake."

"Ah hope ya got a good lookit me pokin' through my top, cause that all yer ever gonna get!" Applejack gets one last comment out before the door shuts. "Sick filthy pervert." Her muffled voice continues from inside as the door lock clicks.

The weight of guilt and shame bears down upon you now. Applejack's words were meant to leave an impression on you, and boy did they do just that. Exactly how you know she intended.

Damn, she was angry!

"Hey, don't worry about her, bro. She's just... she's just like that." RD places a hand on your shoulder. "She's that rifle-holding stars n' stripes country girl 'don't tread on me' type. Trust me, I would know."

"Heh, what do you think my first clue was?" You laugh uncomfortably to lighten the mood, trying to hide something else in your voice.

RD pats you on the back and takes you back to her car, not yours, obviously.

"I'm so sorry, dude." RD continues. "Look, let's not point fingers here. We both fucked up. Fair?"

"I guess that's fair." You keep your voice together.

It's just the way Applejack said all that. The absolute vehemence in her tone. That piercing disgusted glare after she figured out on her own that you must have also been looking at her nipples poking through her top, on top of everything else. And the fact that she actually had a point. You definitely can't say in good faith that you're not at least kind of a pervert.

And projecting it onto other guys like they're the same as you might not help, since none of the other guys at the party were having this problem. Maybe you really should get yourself together and have more self-control. Rarity showed that she wasn't even trying to be hot, and Applejack definitely wasn't. What about Sunset, Pinkie and Fluttershy? That's a lot of girls for it to not be intentional on your end.

Why is your mind still even going there?

"It's okay, man. Look, we'll just throw our own party, okay?" RD pats you on the back again. "Just you and me, eh? Just like old times."

"Applejack probably daydreams about blasting me away with a shotgun now, hah hah..." You continue to try to deflate what Applejack said.

"You okay, bro?"

"Eh, I kinda feel like a piece of shit." You admit, going by your own actions.

"Hey now..." RD places a hand on your shoulder after two you stop walking for the tenth time now. "Yeah, you're definitely a perv. But you're not a piece of shit."

You smile.

"If anything, I'm more likely to be a piece of shit than you are." RD tells you.

"Oh come on, you're just saying that." You respond. "We were kids when you broke my console, that doesn't count."

"I'm uh, not talking about that." RD reacts.

"Well yeah, you're still abrasive and stuff now, but that's not so bad." You tell her. "C'mon, you're not so bad."

RD starts feeling warmer on the inside to hearing you say that.

However, she also realizes that you still aren't aware of what she was referring to, albeit the thing you do know about do indeed kind of count as well.

But when Applejack was yelling at you from the front door of Sunset's place, while RD was right next to you, RD couldn't help but feel as though Applejack was saying all that to her as well... guilty conscience is a hell of a thing.

But you, her longest lasting friend, don't understand why this would be. Or at least not yet. RD considers whether or not she should let you in on a secret, since you've already gotten a taste of how she treated friends in the past in a somewhat... similar-ish way.

That fact that you're a pervert too kinda helps her keep the idea floating around in her head.

The two of you finally make it to her car.

That rainbow lightning coming out of a cloud design actually looks pretty rad now that you think about it.

"You're the one who's not so bad." RD tells you. "Or at least that's where I'm at right now."

"You're not bad yourself, RD." You reply.

She smiles. "You were always cool to me, bro. Even when you were angry."

The street lights pierce the darkness around the two of you as the chirping of crickets persists from all directions. The asphalt beneath your feet is lit up by the nearest street light as the two of you step closer with arms outstretched.

The two of you grin and then share a quick hug to make eachother feel better, and you register the enticing softness of RD's B-cup chest pressing up against you during this, reminding yourself that yeah you're still kind of a perv.

But that's okay, because RD doesn't seem to mind. In fact, it seems like she understands for some reason.

Damn, her arms are strong; you can feel her firm shoulders through her T-shirt for a couple of seconds before the hug breaks.

"Listen, bro. If I drive you all the way back, they're gonna start getting suspicious. Cuz it'll take too long and they'll piece it together that I drove you here." RD says to you.

"So what do I do? Just wait here?"

"I uh... I guess..."

"But aren't you staying overnight?"

"Yeah, but... look, I have a new plan. You ever slept in a car before?" Says RD.

The car beeps with a couple of quick headlight flashes as the doors are heard unlocking.

...

"It's only Rainbow Dash out there?" Quizzes Applejack.

"Yes, Applejack. Rainbow Dash is the only one at the door." Sunset assures her friend as she unlocks her own front door. "Alright, Rainbow Dash. Come inside."

There's gossip-y clamoring among the remaining party-goers as RD steps into the front room. Each of them fall silent as soon as RD sends a look their way.

"O captain my captain!" One guy comically chimes in response, followed by the guy next to him going "Dylan, you're drunk."

...

About an hour later and a half. Not long after all of the guys at the party were told they have to leave so the girls can start their slumber party.

With an exasperated grunt-groan, Sunset Shimmer falls backwards onto her bed, letting her vibrant hair spread out in all directions. "God damn it, Rainbow!" Her exhausted voice huffs through gritted teeth. "You're stressing me out here!"

"Look, I'm sorry my bullshit keeps throwing the party off." RD scratches the back of her head. "But it's no one's business, aight? They're both probably done driving home by now and we can relax."

"Maybe they're fighting again!" Exclaims Pinkie.

"Ah hope Racket fucks him up again if they are." Applejack keeps her arms firmly crossed.

"No, let's not hope anyone's fighting anyone!" Sunset takes a deep breath. "I gotta spackle the dart wall tomorrow too, Pinkie. I don't even know if we still have the right paint to put over it! Fuuuuck!" She weakly plants her open palms onto her face.

"Heh, sorry." Pinkie cutely grins widely.

"And you're gonna be the one to patch it up too." Sunset groans again.

"I know. It was my fault. I'm sorry, Sunset."

"Do you wanna get a head start now?" Asks Sunset. "I'd appreciate that a lot."

"No problem, Sunset! I'll even see if you still have the right paint color! Where do you keep stuff like that?"

"Garage." Sunset rubs her tired eyes.

"On it!" Pinkie is out of the sleeping bag infested bedroom within the next couple of seconds.

Sitting next to her, Applejack watches RD open up candy crush on her phone and start a game with the volume muted.

"Ah will never understand yer infatuation with those digital games." Applejack tells RD. "Do you even care how much it rots yer brain?"

"Big talk coming from someone who was just losing at darts." RD comments with a smug smirk.

"Ah wasn't losing!" Applejack's tone turns defensive. "Just... ah didn't know how tired I was from working on the farm all day."

"Riiiiight, you were tired." RD sarcastically replies. "That's why you sounded so confident when you challenged me."

"You challenged me first! Then ya got on my nerves and made me accept then challenge you back!"

"I'll uh... leave you two to argue this out alone." Sunset gets up then exits the room towards the mirror where Rarity is now fixing her hair and makeup. "Hey, is Fluttershy still in the basement?" She asks her.

"Sounds like you're just making excuses now." RD tells Applejack, doing anything but wiping that smirk off of her face.

"Ya think ah don't have long days of labor on the weekends?" Asks Applejack. "Do ya really think it's not easier to just sit in school during the week than to spend the whole day from dawn to dusk lugging hay and shaking down apple trees?"

"Can you repeat that? I can't hear you over that wahmbulance siren." Snickers RD.

"All right, that does it." Applejack gets hotheaded once more and shuts the door to Sunset's room, trapping herself and RD inside.

RD scoffs. "That's only gonna work if I'm scared of you, AJ."

"Oh what's that? Pretty sure I'm just changin' into my pajamas. Don't know why yer gettin' so intimidated."

RD raises an eyebrow, quickly recognizing the unexpected opportunity to close candy crush and open up her camera app. Applejack comes from the type of background that doesn't understand mobile phones so much.

"You have no idea what ah do every day, even an athlete like you wouldn't understand." Applejack continues, sounding audibly flustered. "Ya think yer all strong and tough, but you've never pushed through an entire hard day's work."

"Relax, AJ. You just didn't have as good aim as me with the darts." Teases RD. "Can you please shut up now? You're messing up my game."

"Ah think yer just scared of what I'm sayin' cause it's true!" Applejack angrily blushes. "You've prolly been relaxin' every day cause of yer suspension. Ah don't git that luxury."

"I... thought school was easy?" RD focuses on what she's doing on her phone. "But yeah, it's not like I have plenty of spots to work out outside of school. Dumbass."

Applejack lays out her set of blue pajamas she just pulled out of her bag onto the bed. "Oh cut the crap, Rainbow Dash. Don't pretend you've been doin' any more than what yer doin' right now. Playing those gosh darn vidya games on yer phone!"

"You really think this is all I've been doing?"

"Ah know how lazy you get, Rainbow."

Applejack grabs the bottom of her top and pulls it up, quickly above her abdomen then immediately up the rest of her torso. She barely even thinking about how you were staring at her state of bralessness barely two hours ago.

"So you wanna have a rematch right now or what?" RD's voice makes it to Applejack's ears right as her eyes are blocked by the fabric of her lifted up top.

Applejack pauses at the words she heard, feeling a mixed sense of opportunity to turn this sudden grudge around onto the opposite party, and cautious hesitation for possibly embarrassing herself further.

"Helloooo? You gonna accept the challenge or not?"

Barely thinking straight, Applejack lets out an aggravated grunt and fumbles around with her top, quickly getting it the rest of the way off and seeing RD lying back against the wall atop her sleeping bag with her visibly toned arms crossed behind her head and phone face down next to her.

"You only wanna play darts with me again cause yer scared ah might get into an exercise contest with you and leave ya in the dust." Applejack stands topless before RD, flexing her labor-molded muscles to show they're more swole than RD's tighter athletic muscles. "Since soccer and workin' out is yer bread and butter. Wouldn't want that title taken away from you, huh?"

"You don't scare me." RD laughs. "I remember our times on the mile run. You could bench twice as much as me and still be the turtle in a footrace."

"You sure 'bout that?"

"I know you are!" RD lids her eyes. "Also, still waiting on that rematch acceptance you're now dodging. Unless you're chicken."

"You just wanna play darts 'cause you know you have more of a chance against me there." Applejack angrily struggles to think of a slam-dunk comeback.

"You're the one who challenged me! Remember? The hell was I supposed to do about that, AJ?" RD shrugs. "Fuck, you're bad at gaslighting."

"You don't even know what that word means, don't you?!"

"Do you?!"

"A-ah asked you first, fucknugget!"

RD bursts out laughing. "That's the dumbest fucking insult you've ever called me, holy shit." She throws her head back. "You really are losing your touch, AJ."

The door cracks back open and Sunset pops her head inside. "You two done with this stupid thing you're doing? Fluttershy needs to get changed next." Sunset says before noticing Applejack's state of undress. "Oh... sorry."

"It's okay, Sunset." Smirks RD. "AJ here is just showing me who the real alpha of the pack is!" She sarcastically mocks her. "Right AJ?"

Sunset rolls her eyes, so does Rarity who is within earshot of the increasingly stupid exchange.

"Careful what you wish for, Rainbow." Applejack eyes RD's tighter but still thinner upper arms compared to her own.

"The hell is that supposed to mean?" RD tilts her head as the door is shut again before Applejack slips the denim at her waist down.

Applejack keeps facing away from RD, pretending not to be bothered by anything she's saying anymore. "Ah know ya heard what ah said. Be careful what ya wish for."

"It's just a dart game, sheesh." RD says as Applejack continues undressing completely then slipping into her PJs.

"That's rich comin' from you, Rainbow." Applejack criticizes. "Talkin' about 'it's just a game' like you aren't the worst sport in the world when you lose!"

"I don't lose."

"Pffft. Hah!"

"You know it's true."

Wearing a classic "really, now" expression, Applejack turns around to face RD, who is now standing on her feet behind her and holding her phone. She questioningly stares at her for a half a second, but then RD turns to the side and shows that she has candy crush up on her screen.

"Congrats, you just made me lose." Gripes RD. "Look at that, look at how shitty my score is because of your whining." RD nearly shoves the phone screen into Applejack's face. "You did this. Satisfied?"

"Ah don't know the first thing 'bout how yer stupid game works." Applejack tells RD.

"Like darts?" RD quickly responds with a taunting smile sucking her lips in.

"You better watch what ya say."

"I'm 'on thin ice', right?" RD references a previous spat these two had which basically went no differently than this time.

"Yer stompin' on thin ice." Applejack meanly smirks with a raised eyebrow.

"Ooh! I'm soo scared!"

"Yer in the danger zone!" Presses Applejack.

"Oh now you're asking for it!"

"Are you two done yet?!" Sunset peers into the room again. "You're in my room, you know!"

Rarity joins in from the hallway. "Applejack, Rainbow Dash, please! This is embarrassing."

The two huff and pout away from eachother as Fluttershy enters the room next.

...

You've been inside RD's car for like, what, 5 hours now?

Maybe more, seeing that you've been drifting in and out of sleep on and off.

Had literally nothing else to do in here, couldn't even jerk off after having gotten all riled up at the thought of the girls at the party. Usually, you would just go to your computer, open up a site like x videos or whatever and have at it until you're normal again. But you don't even have anything to clean up with if you use your phone's internet, especially not in RD's car.

Everything Applejack said is still fresh in your mind anyway, might as well wait until tomorrow after the subtle shame finally leaves you be.

For the meantime, just try to find a comfortable spot in this back seat as you figure out which angle to sleep at to avoid getting the light from the streetlights in your eyes, or the rising sun through this car's many windows once that starts becoming a thing.

What did RD mean when she said "tomorrow night"?

Your mind is swimming in and out of full consciousness, too tired to think straight or even think of texting RD to see how things are going; surely her friends aren't going to be nosy and look onto her phone for any reason.

That thing happens where you feel like you're falling, and you don't know which way is up, and you find yourself unable to move and-

*tap tap tap*

Whatever it was you were just dreaming made you react in a peculiar way.

"This isn't my car, officer."

"Bro, open up. We're going cruisin'." RD's voice makes itself familiar to you as your brain pulls itself back together.

You sit up expecting the sunlight to shine in through the car windows as the early morning condensation fractures it slightly, with dew all over the grass.

Actually, no.

"What time is it?" You groggily rub your eyes.

"5:15, dude. Don't worry. It's just me here."

The doors can be heard unlocking, and the chilly early morning air seeps in as you realize that RD just went and unlocked the doors herself. Everything you do feels like it's lagging.

"Damn, you look tired as hell." Comments RD. "How long did you sleep?"

"Fuck if I know."

"The seats aren't that tough on you, are they?"

They actually aren't, which is what compels you to shake your head as these things aren't exactly the benches that the ancient Spartans slept on.

You notice that the surprise that was the absence of light in the sky isn't absolute, as a deep orange glow past a few thick trees is noticeable from the angle you're looking at them from.

The air pressure in the car messes with your ears after RD slams the driver's side door closed.

Almost immediately, the loud bass frequency of rock music turns on, just like it had yesterday. You hadn't really paid much attention to the music playing then, since your beef with Racket was still more-or-less alive for that time being. But now it's like you can finally immerse yourself into the presence of RD's car now that you've had some getting-used-to with it.

They're not playing a lot of upbeat hard rock songs on the station RD likes right now, but the view of the distant traffic lights against the orange clouds gets you almost wanting to take a picture. But you're too tired to care.

"Wanna go get breakfast?" Asks RD.

You're still trying to process all of these sudden developments that feel like mere seconds after you were sitting in this back seat trying to get as much shuteye as you could.

Can't say you're the biggest morning person.

You squint at the brightening sky outside, feeling like an eskimo scanning the frozen horizon for a place to rest after a long night of being awake for some reason. Fatigue is making you slightly sway side to side as RD continues to talk to you about breakfast over the rock music playing.

"I usually wanna have pizza for breakfast, but that's not good for my exercise diet. Especially not after ice cream last evening." Says RD. "I'm probably gonna get scrambled eggs and toast at Denny's or something. Grain and protein."

"I could go for that." You heavily blink. "Didn't know you were taking me out to breakfast the next day."

"Yeah, but I gotta go for my run first." Explains RD. "Dude, I think you got like 2 hours of sleep or something cause I said this twice now." She laughs.

"Oh, uh... yeah I'm fuckin tired as hell." You laugh along with her.

"Alright well, I was asking if you wanted to join me on my morning run." RD brings up for apparently the third time now as the rising sun shines brightly upon her face enough to prompt her to pull the visor down to shield her eyes. A tiny bit of the sun still get in RD's eyes as she nods her head to the beat of a now more up-tempo song playing that just started playing. Did car designer consider when someone slightly tilts their head down?

"God damn it, go higher up already!" RD gripes at the morning sun angling its light just low enough to narrowly escape the shadow cast by the visor and reach RD's eyes. "Don't you hate when that happens?"

"Yeah."

"Anyway, you wanna run with me or not?"

"Sure. You won't leave me in the dust, will ya?" You joke.

"Depends if you're a wuss or not. Can you keep up?" RD hopefully also jokes.

"I can try."

A challenging expression crosses RD's face as she stops at the next stoplight. She's glaring at you in a weirdly friendly way that's hard to describe. Like she's ready to race you during her morning run, obviously, and she's determined to defeat you and then gloat about it. But there's a sense of relief in her expression, or rather joy or delight, like she's thankful that you're joining her on this morning run she's about to go on.

She has one one hand on the steering wheel, nodding her head to the rock music while staring at you still, like she's trying to get you to nod with her and immerse yourself into the vibe going on.

"All right, hell yeah!" RD briefly celebrates. "I don't usually get a lot of people to run with. Not mostly, at least."

It's agreed that the two of you will get a healthy breakfast afterwards. The topic quickly shifts back to last night.

"So anyway..." You ask. "You just left the sleepover early in the morning?"

"Yeah, I do that every time." RD reveals. "So I can go on my morning run for a bit."

"I see."

"We can have our own sleepover tonight. Just like I said."

"Oh great, I was just about to ask about that."

"You are free tonight, are you?"

"I don't remember, but I can open up some time." You internally rejoice at the fact that you are suddenly about to do this with RD.

Considering RD's suspension having been going on and all that, this would have been a quiet rest fo the weekend for both of you anyway.

The car takes another turn onto a new street.

"You sure we don't have to worry about school tomorrow?" You ask, giving her a puzzled expression.

"You forgot tomorrow's a holiday?" RD answers your question with a question.

"Which holiday?"

"I forgot which one, but school doesn't happen tomorrow. Totally forgot if that overlaps my suspension anyway, but I know it's not in session."

The car now turns onto the road right outside your neighborhood.

RD seems really eager to go on her morning run, sounding impatient by the time she turns onto her street. She warns you that you're probably going to get really sweaty, especially if you try to keep up with her, and offers to drive you back to your place so you can grab an extra outfit you don't mind immediately needing to wash by afternoon today.

You had declined, so now here you sit in the passenger seat while RD returns her sleepover luggage to her room then change into her exercise clothes while you wait outside in her car.

As you envision what RD looks like when changing clothes, you listen to the chirping of distant birds in the morning air as a cool morning breeze goes by. There's a couple more minutes that pass while you look up on your phone which holiday it is that makes there be no school tomorrow.

The sound of RD's front door opening and shutting catches your attention.

"Alright, c'mon, bro! Time to get that blood pumping. Let's go!" She signals for you to step out of her car, which you promptly do.

On RD is a slightly short sports jersey that automatically reveals a sliver of her midriff above the waistline of her spandex shorts tightly hugging her wide firm hips with its black elastic fabric. RD's smooth shoulders are left bare by the sleeveless jersey, and those loose arm holes give you an easy glimpse inside of that sports jersey to expose RD's black sports bra tightly hugging her fit upper body.

"Come! Follow me." RD immediately begins jogging, expecting you to jog after her.

And just like that, the two of you are slapping the bottoms of your shoes against the concrete sidewalk, running next to one another. But not before you got a... view... of RD's behind unsubtly stretching the back of her spandex shorts outward with its volume.

RD slows her pace at first to keep you next to her, soon starting down another neighborhood street with you.

Yup, the two of you just jumped right into running together.

You pass several more houses with RD by your side, following wherever the occasionally winding sidewalk leads until the two of you reach the next intersection but keep going straight anyway. You then pass several more houses of the next block you jog down, and RD can hear you already beginning to breathe more intensely as her own breathing is still comparably tame. A barely noticeable grin creeps its way across her face, gently battered by the cool morning air.

"You're seriously getting tired already?!" RD addresses it, almost annoyed.

"Not tired, just... uh..."

"Dude, you're getting tired, it's okay to admit it."

"Alright fine but I'm not getting super tired!" You defend.

"Yeah, I can tell you don't run a whole lot." RD smirks. "That's okay, it's your first time so I'll go easy on you. Do this enough more times and we'll have your cardiovascular system shaping up in no time."

"What are you, my professional fitness trainer now?" You comment at her comment.

There's a brief pause before she responds. "You want me to be?"

"...Professional?"

"Well... professional enough!"

"Works for me."

"Heh, awesome." RD casually celebrates. "I'm gonna whip you into shape, bro. You're gonna hate me so much."

"Doubt it." You say to her. "The second part of that, that is."

"Oh you will." She promises, to which you respond with a bit of a laugh before things go back to only the sound of your feet hitting the pavement.

Your breathing intensifies even more, and the cool morning air against your face starts to feel really good as your body temperature rises the longer you push yourself closer to your body's limit. And boy oh boy is your body's limit approaching faster than you expected it to.

"Got a usual route?" A curious question soon pants its way out of you.

"Yup, we're gonna go across the park right over there." Points RD.

A couple of distant swing sets on the other side of a moderately sized field of dewy grass greets your gaze, just past a chainlink fence the both of you are running along the length of towards an opening leading into the park.

"Isn't that... away... from your house?" You bring up in between labored pants rushing in and out of your lungs.

"Yeah, dude." Rd looks at you. "What, you're gonna wimp out on me already?"

"You said you'll go easy on me!" You tell her.

"Yeah, but not that easy!" RD surges ahead and darts through the opening in the chainlink fence. "You'll be fine, bro."

You inevitably begin to have second thoughts about your decision to join RD on her morning run. It's really starting to look like you're not cut out for this at all, but there's a part of you that absolutely must persist, as not to let her down.

But your body is telling you something: If you keep going on like this, you're gonna let RD down whether you want to or not. You're not going to have a choice in the matter.

As the two of you proceed across the slightly slippery dew-covered grass, you slowly realize how much bigger this field is than you initially realized when looking at it from that deceptive angle from the distant sidewalk. Or maybe it just feels larger now that your body is warning you that the limit is drawing near.

"C'mon! The entrance to the woods is right there!" RD nears a slim asphalt path ahead of you as the swing set now recedes behind the two of you. "The path goes all the way through, trust me."

"Th-that's... nahh... not what... I'm... worried... about..." You gasp, more concerned about whether or not you'll make it all the way through like the path does.

But now you're in the process of finding out, with each minute of this you endure that goes by feeling like an entire hour.

Longer and longer.

The two of you continue to run, with you lagging further and further behind.

Had it not been for your rapidly mounting exhaustion, you'd have been more able to enjoy the free view of RD's buttcheeks wonderfully wrapped up inside of her tight little spandex shorts. You notice how soft they are inside of there with each slight jiggle they give off every time RD takes another step with her observable muscles on her thighs also grabbing your attention. RD's smooth lower back peeking out from the flapping bottom rim of the back of her jersey beckons you forward. All of this is pretty much the only thing motivating you further along this winding and weaving forest path at this point...

Your huffing and puffing is getting heavy enough to make the big bad wolf blush... but your legs are getting ready to collapse in a way that would make a straw hut in a hurricane blush.

"Alright, we can stop here." RD halts next to a lone bench that sits along the side of the asphalt path, momentarily watching you struggle towards her like the pathetic mess of sweat and exhaustion you currently are then joking at you. "Damn, bro. Don't fuckin' die on me."

"I'll... try..." You wheeze, crumbling down to your knees then your side like a sandcastle in a tsunami.

"You're making me feel rreeaallyy good about myself right now." RD aloofly stretches her leg perched on the seat of the pathside bench, also breathing pretty heavily herself.

"Is it... too... late... for you to... d-drive me...?" You stare up at the heavens above, hot and sweaty back down against the cold moist ground like and inverted version of a new burger patty on a grill.

"You mean drive you back?!" RD's tone becomes more clearly annoyed.

You weakly nod with whatever energy you have left to muster after a half an hour of running.

"Holy shit, bro." RD facepalms. "Yes! It's too late to not just walk back. We're closer to my place by now." She leans down at you, her vibrant hair accented against the blue backdrop of the sky above. "You can walk, right?"

Shake your head.

"Yeah you fucking can, bro! Come on!" RD brings out her aggression. "Stop being a baby! Holy shit."

"My legs..." You let your heaving front of your torso rise and fall. "First... time..."

RD scoffs at you. "Ugh, fine! I guess I did do this a million more times than you. And you did say you're not the athletic type, or something like that. But you can still at least walk back with me, it's not that hard, dude."

"My legs." You repeat.

"Yeah, what about them? They hurt? Still aren't broken, right?"

"Lemme check first." You slyly half-joke through your breathless breaths.

"Oh, gimme a break, dude. It's literally walking, and your legs hurt too much to do it?"

You scoff at RD, finally finding the necessary stamina to rise back to your feet.

”Myeh myeh myeh! My feet hurt! Oh no!” She mocks you in her most annoying mimic voice she can make.

“I do not sound like that!”

”You do when you whine like a bitch like that.”

This goes on for the rest of the walk to RD’s house, with the two of you playfully griping back and forth.

...

The sun's high enough into the sky to make your shadow shorter than you as you glance down at it against the sidewalk.

Hobbling closely behind RD, you are drenched in sweat as the outdoor heat rises enough to make your already glistening arms shine with sweat.

Notice that RD herself is also drenched in sweat, glistening with it as she confidently strides on in front of you. The shine on her arms really accents the noticeable ripples from her toned muscles. Parts of RD's sports bra and spandex shorts are noticeably darker from the sweat she worked up as well. You can't stop staring at RD's alluring ass as she continues to walk while talking to you.

"You see, our bodies are like uh... like cars." RD continues while walking in front of you. "You're like a low level tuner car and I'm like... a corvette. An exotic muscle car. My build's a lot more chiseled out and ready to go."

"Interesting way to put it, but alright."

"You're like a vehicle more built to just get from point A to point B when you need to. By like, y'know, having arms and legs and the ability to walk."

"As long as this doesn't turn into some heaven's gate shit, I'm listening." You mutter.

"Whereas I, the corvette, the sports car, I got a lot more goin' on under my hood. Much more fine-tuned and gears and stuff more well-designed for speed and agility. Not to mention I'm more aero-dynamic in a sense, better shaped to just tear through the air and put what I got under the hood to the good use it took me a while to design it to. I got a whole different build than you. Different set of mechanisms and shit, that kind of stuff."

You nod even though she isn't looking at you.

"It'll take you a while to mold yourself into a corvette too, but I believe you can, bro." RD says to you.

All you can picture now is RD driving an expensive and fast corvette, resting that firm pair of buttcheeks into the driver's seat and slamming the pedal until the roar of the engine shoots down the street like a screaming bullet.

Damn, you love this girl.

...

"It's a good thing we're not going back in my car yet." RD comments on all the sweat dripping off of the both of you as you now stand before one another, back inside of her cluttered messy bedroom.

"Yeah, maybe I should have gotten another outfit." You confess.

"Told ya, bro." RD snickers. "You wanna get something to wear from your place or you wanna borrow something here?"

"You uh... you really mean that?" You ask, surprised.

"Hey, that's what friends are for. I got a lot of stuff that'd look fitting on you." RD stretches her arms up, letting her short-ish jersey ride up and reveal her bellybutton. "Lots of T-shirts and shorts and stuff, old and new."

The slight stickiness of RD's glistening skin made her jersey stubborn to ride up her midriff, but the tension quickly broke and there's RD's cute bellybutton peeking out right there before your eyes. You can't help but keep glancing at RD's briefly exposed bellybutton, taken away by the glistening taste of RD's sexy toned tummy

"They fit me if I'm like a corvette, but they can still fit you too." RD spins around and bends over to rummage through her even messier closet.

You sigh quietly at the view of RD's smooth lower back above her tempting buttcheeks.

You barely even thought about which top and pair of shorts you wanted when she finally turned around holding a couple of options in her hands. You're more preoccupied thinking about how... nice it is to hear RD compare her body to a corvette.

All you did was pick a random set of new clothes to borrow then go back to thinking about RD.

"So... you wanna shower first or should I?" RD asks you.

"You can go first." You reply.

"Awesome."

The undertones dictate that both of you were thinking the same thing that wasn't spoken aloud: the hypothetical prospect of the two of you showering together. But nothing further than that threatens to accidentally surface in a few blurted words.

With that, RD heads over to her bathroom down the hallway with her clean clothes folded in hand and shuts the door. Leaving you inside of her room with her clutter all over the floor and posters of cars and bands on her walls.

The main three you notice are a Chevrolet Camaro, Ford Mustang and Chevrolet Corvette, almost certainly the type of car RD was referring to when comparing herself to one. You hadn't paid much attention last time, but you surely are now.

The smooth rushing of the pipes inside of the walls starts up as the shower turns on. And now the only thing you can imagine is RD getting naked behind those walls and door. Stripping out of that jersey, those spandex shorts and that sports bra to bare her fit, sweaty naked body.

But you pull your mind out of the gutter the best you can for a brief moment, until you hear the faint sounds of shower water splattering all over the shower floor within the next minute, indicating that RD is indeed fully naked within a close proximity to you.

Thinking about this makes it impossible to keep hating her for the moment, though you weren't even trying to do so right now. Maybe it's just cognitive dissonance messing with you again, but you'll just continue to explore RD's bedroom with your eyes.

Finding over the next several minutes more strewn about clothes and other random junk. There's a rack of various assorted dumbbells in the corner next to RD's gaming console, which is next to a seemingly crooked dresser with half-open drawers touting tongues of bright shirts and blouses. On top of that is a lamp, next to an alarm clock that's a couple of minutes too fast if your phone's time has anything to say about it. And this alarm clock is directly under the Corvette poster.

More and more time goes by, and part of you wonders if you can move things around while exploring RD's room without it being in a way where she would notice.

She's weirdly trusting of you with her personal living space, though you assume most of the things she would want to keep private are on her computer, which would most likely require a password for entry.

Looking at the mountain of video game cases next to RD's gaming console, you notice that the vast majority of the games she has are unsurprisingly racing-related, aerial-combat-related or sports-related. MX, ATV, Need For Speed, Gran Turismo, Ace Combat, Gundams, Rocket League, FIFA... RD definitely has a type of video game she likes to play.

Damn, what's taking her so long in there? Is RD just standing under the running water thinking about the universe in there?

A shine from something in another corner catches your attention: a collection of trophies you already know not to get to close to. Not just trophies on that couple of shelves, but ribbons too. Your eyes are met with countless 1's, and not a single 2 or 3 or anything else. A worn-down pair of cleats beneath the bottom of the shelf tells a whole story in and of itself. Those things have been through mud, grass, pavement and time. Not to mention they've been through brutal competition and fierce impacts with the tough rubber surface of a ball.

Contemplate all the games RD must have won when pl- holy shit, RD has a VHS player in her room?!

The shower water stops. Finally.

You stand outside in the hallway with your neatly folded temporary outfit on the floor next to you as RD emerges from the steamy room you're due to enter next.

"Ah fuck, I'm sorry bro. I forgot you had to go next." She says, now wearing a thin white T-shirt that looked less small when it was folded up.

The top is a little short on her, exposing her midriff a little just like her other tops and already promising to slip a little further up and bare RD's bellybutton, your current greatest weakness somehow. It's also thin enough to show the outline of RD's now regular bra she's wearing; this is really similar to what she was wearing the first time you were here.

And it must be a thin bra too, because the cool air-conditioned hallway combined with her current state of wetness is causing slightly visible stiff nipple bulges to subtly poke through both RD's shirt and her bra.

Oh you're gonna think about this as you're showering in the exact spot RD was just standing there wet and naked.

"It's all yours." RD says to you, stretching her arms up and doing exactly what you just fantasized about by letting her bare sexy tummy slip out in full view to you.

You're too tired to check to see if she might catch you leering. You didn't realize you were already hard until you stepped into the bathroom and locked the door behind you.

And of course, there's no hot water left for you. After it's been long enough where your sweaty body heat turning that circumstance into a plus is no longer relevant.

There aren't a lot of items beside the sink as you turn the water on...

You definitely showered a lot more quickly than RD had. But not finishing before... finishing...

There's no evidence that you did anything sexual. ~~Because it all went down the drain...~~

...

RD's baggy T-shirt and denim shorts are actually quite comfy on you, and it doesn't take you long to start wishing she would indefinitely lend them to you.

You're just glad to be clean again as RD drives you to the local Denny's with her where she'll finally chow down on that fabled bacon and eggs she now can't shut up about.

You're actually back to being sleepy again, which isn't much of a shock given your sheer exhaustion from almost running yourself to death followed by a cold shower that sort of woke you up a little bit but only made the late morning breeze feel more tranquilizing against your skin and still damp hair.

RD looks so great in that clingy little short T-shirt with tight pants accenting her curves, letting her also still wet hair slightly sway back and forth as she strides into the entrance of the Denny's before you. But you're back to being so tired that you're almost too tired to admire RD at all, and she probably noticed this.

Sitting with her in public just doesn't have the same vibe as sitting with her in private, even though she talks just as loudly whenever she starts reminiscing about something she's really excited about. In the middle of her sitting at the restaurant table with you talking about which action movies she likes the best, RD offers to pay for both of your meals, for which you thank her.

The longer it takes for your food to arrive, the more she talks on and on about things she likes. As much as she's probably annoying at least one of the other people sitting at their tables, you have to admit that RD has some pretty great taste in things.

RD watches you groggily nod several times before the waiter arrives with each of your plates; RD has already gulped down a bit of her tall glass of orange juice.

RD eats like a tornado, wolfing down her bacon and eggs like a vicious panther feasting upon its freshly captured prey... the strawberry syrup reminiscent of blood as she pours it onto her bacon, making you wonder how that combination tastes. Meanwhile, those cheesy scrambled eggs never stood a chance.

Your French Toast drenched in maple syrup followed by a tall glass of cold milk only intensifies your sleepiness.

As you finally walk out after RD pays for both of your meals, it almost doesn't even feel like you and RD just spent half the day together at all, but it's getting close to 1 PM already. And you can barely stay standing up for long, having officially sapped yourself of all of your energy.

"So uh... I'm sorry about Applejack, bro." RD brings the topic up out of nowhere.

"Huh?" You groan from the passenger seat, buckled in with the seatbelt feeling like a bedsheet wrapping you up against the seat. "Oh uh... yeah."

"Hey... wanna see something?" Asks RD, suddenly holding up her phone.

On the verge of passing out, you nod.

"But you gotta promise you won't tell anyone."

"I won't."

RD leans in, suddenly making her demeanor menacing with aggression in her voice. "I mean it..."

"I promise. Your secret's safe with me." You wear to her.

RD smirks then hesitates, possibly thinking twice about whatever decision she just made, but then turns her phone screen towards you.

It took you completely by surprise, catching you totally off guard:

The video haphazardly starts with shaky blurriness, but quickly cuts to a shot of Applejack gripping the bottom of her top you saw her wearing last night with her nipples once again visibly poking through... and pulling it up. Revealing her tummy and bellybutton.

She's giving the ceiling an annoyed glance and can't see the phone filming her quickly expose her entire midriff but continue lifting her thin top anyway. She wastes no time in pulling her bunched top up against the underside of her chest with her underboob slipping out, until the tension breaks and Applejack's fully naked breasts drop out, softly bouncing with a barely audible slap skin-to-skin as you notice they have numerous freckles on them too.

Applejack's sexy nipples are dark, stiff and perky...

RD can be heard saying something in the video, making Applejack stay still, unable to see with her inside-out top over her face. All you see is Applejack's shapely, fully topless torso staring right back at you with that stretched bellybutton and Applejack's sexy bare nipples~. Applejack makes a breathy noise and starts fumbling around with her top, making her fully naked breasts gently wobble back and forth for a second before the video cuts to the next shot.

The next shot being Applejack now facing away, wearing nothing but her off-white panties. You gawk at her bare rippled back and the little bit of Applejack's soft freckled underbutt her sexy off-white panties fail to cover all the way. Applejack grabs the elastic side straps of her panties and tugs them down off her wide hips, making the rest of her sexy panties scrunch down her increasingly unveiled buttcrack until Applejack's soft naked freckled buttcheeks gently jiggle in the open while her panties are rolled down her thick smooth freckled thighs until dropping out of frame.

There's a good glimpse of Applejack's freckled wobbling sideboob as she keeps bending down and stepping into her pajamas, now fully nude in this brief moment captured on camera.

...

RD giddily giggles to herself as she drives you back to her house. "You wanna hit the hay some more in here for a bit while you think about that, bro?"

You sit frozen, not knowing what to say in response.

But then you proceed to pass out anyway.

"Let's Address Rising Tension Between Us"

...

It was about 9:30 in the morning when Rarity approached Sunset Shimmer as she was finishing up fixing all the tiny holes in the wall left by Pinkie Pie's hurricane of darts. Pinkie Pie was still out fast asleep in her sleeping bag.

They had already discussed both you and Racket a couple of other times, and were doing so one last time before Rarity was to go home to "properly take care of herself" regarding a shower and skin care she can't simply spend a long time doing in someone else's bathroom with others waiting to get in.

"You're right. You and I probably shouldn't talk to him before Rainbow does. They do seem to be acquainted quite well." Rarity kept checking the hallways mirror for bags under her eyes.

"I missed Rainbow probably an hour or two after she left to go on her run." Admitted Sunset. "Applejack was already up but she wouldn't exactly help."

"Ugh, she just had to get up that early!" Groaned Rarity. "I take it you'll text her later, then?"

"Yeah, I'll do it." Sunset pressed another fingertip of spackle up against the tiny hole left by one of the darts. "Later this afternoon. I have a right mind to give my two cents to Applejack first for how she handled the whole thing." Sunset grunted in annoyance. "I think she went way too far. There was no reason for her to get as hostile as she did."

"She didn't say anything about it yet herself?" Asked Rarity.

"Not that I heard. But if she already realizes she went too far, that's a step in the right direction. I'd rather that be established first before texting Rainbow. In case Applejack comes up in conversation, which she probably will."

"Applejack might be more likely to listen to me if I say it." Rarity suggested. "She knows when I'm being serious, and she's had all night to calm down and think about it a little."

Deep inside, Rarity thought about how she herself might have come off as rude towards you. Aware that just because Applejack's behavior was worse, doesn't mean she herself didn't do anything wrong at all.

She thought about how that poor shy boy did the best thing he possibly could have done by removing himself from the situation, and how Applejack went out of her way to follow him out there and berate him as though he had done something actually severe like slipping something in someone's drink or something.

Rarity found herself embarrassed of Applejack by association. This wouldn't be the first time she felt this way; it's a little hard keeping things cool and not rocking the boat so much with friends like these. Those who on occasion act out without thinking first.

"As long as that's squared away before I text Rainbow." Sunset finally responded after taking a moment to think about it.

The two of them continued to quietly talk for a little bit before the other girls slowly began to wake up.

...

"C'mon, bro. Get up." RD's voice brings your impromptu slumber to a conclusion. "It's no fun playing against the in-game characters without it being another person. It's too easy."

The plush surface of the passenger seat is briefly part of you until you come to your senses and weakly lift your head up.

You check yourself for drool, then check to see if you're still buckled in.

"At least we're probably gonna be up all night now. Or at least you will, since I got up early and stayed awake all day." She continues.

"Is that right?" You blink and squint. "Guh... what time is it?"

"Like three or something, I dunno. C'mon, get out here already! I didn't drive you all the way back here just for you to sleep in my car, dude."

"Alright! Alright, already!"

Soreness manifests its presence all over your body as your tennis shoes hit the concrete of RD's driveway. That morning run is going to haunt you all the way past tomorrow morning.

You barely notice a quiet chuckling coming from RD as she watches you hobble almost drunkenly towards her front door. You shake your head as if the fatigue is just caught in your hair or something. RD's chuckling turns to impatient griping coming from right behind you as ascending the stairs to the second back to her room feels like climbing a colossal mountain.

"Hurry up! Feels like I'm stuck behind and old driver." She complains all the way to her bedroom door.

You're hesitant to rest on the foot of RD's bed, expecting her to give some kind of flak about that as well, but end up doing so anyway and only get the sound of her closing her door in response.

"I forgot, did you pack anything to stay overnight with?" Asks RD.

You shrug, still hung up on the memory of what you saw on RD's phone now creeping back into your mind. "I don't remember either. Don't think I did."

"Eh, doesn't matter. You're wearing my clothes anyway."

As she leaps over her dirty laundry to her gaming console, RD opts to just swap one of her outfits you're wearing for another one from her closet if things come to that.

"Still sore, bro?" She heard you groan while looking at the way you're hunched over.

"That sure was a hell of a run, yeah."

"First time was torture, right?" RD asks.

"Yeah, why the hell couldn't we stop before the park?" You start to complain. "You know I'm not as in shape as you are."

"Dude, come on! You being less in shape was the whole point of that! How am I gonna prepare you for the suffering that'll get you into shape if I keep going easy on you?"

"You could have at least gone easy on me the first time."

"The whole point is that you leave your comfort zone!" Asserts RD. "That's how working out and exercising works. You can't improve until you go past your limit, that's the whole reason why we even did that. You were supposed to be out of breath and ready to collapse."

"Well fine, we did it the hard way last time. Can we do it a slightly less hard way next time?"

"But that's going backwards!" RD says to you with a friendly laugh. "If you wanna chisel yourself into being like a Corvette like me, you gotta go forward! Going backwards is literally the opposite of improvement."

"So, what, am I supposed to almost die of heat stroke next time?" You half joke.

"Oh please, don't give me that crap. You're supposed to do the same thing as last time. Over and over again until it gets easier."

"But... that fucking blows."

RD shrugs. "You're never gonna get fit as me if you don't do that. There's no way around it, bro. Not when it's about making your body strong, fast and agile like mine."

Something about the way she said that makes you glance up at the posters of cars and rock bands on RD's bedroom walls. Hearing her say what she just said sort of uncovered more of the vibe she's going for when she decorates her room like this. The heavy energetic post-grunge sound coupled with the careful and skillful engineering of muscle cars designed to make them accelerate in a short time frame... it all feels more genuine on her part now that she gave you a little hint of her philosophy.

It's like you now know she's genuinely into this stuff instead of just puts these posters up on her walls to appear cool or different than other girls. She already knows she's different from other girls, and she's just decorating her room this way to express that already existent difference that would be there whether she flaunts it or not.

There's also good reason to believe that RD sees herself as already cooler than other girls whether she shows it or not as well, but that one might be more tied to her ego than the other side of this.

Either way, it's not like you weren't aware of all this beforehand. What RD is saying more or less simply further solidified it beyond reasonable doubt now, even though you weren't really questioning it to begin with. You simply know now just how genuine RD is about her interests.

Still, the way she's going about it is pretty annoying and arrogant. Definitely braggadocios when she's talking about her own body and just assume you're going to have the same level of motivation as hers. But maybe you could use how much this annoys you to start pushing yourself... which would be easier said than done.

"You go on the internet a lot, right?" Asks RD.

"A... fair amount I guess."

"You ever see that random motivational pic meme with the horse guy and the monkey talking to him? I forgot the name of the show, Spitfire and I just send it to new recruits in the soccer team group chat sometimes." Recalls RD. "It's basically exactly that thing. Except for real."

You stare at her.

"The monkey guy basically says 'the hard part is doing it every day, but it does get easier', something like that."

Oh yeah... that image.

"Yeah, I know which one you mean."

"Yeah, just think of that picture. Like, next time when you start getting tired, just think of that. I think it'll help."

You converse with RD some more, sitting on the edge of her bed with her clothes on your body, which puts a few imaginary scenarios though your brain that couldn't help but introduce themselves.

The idea of you wearing RD's clothes would imply a lot to those without the context... and even more so if RD was wearing your clothes.

Back into the gutter again your mind slips, and thoughts about RD's tight petite body taunt you. Her wearing your clothes would imply that she wasn't wearing any of hers... while in your direct presence. And then not only didn't put them back on, but did something so intimate with you that she put your clothes onto her fit body.

As you're watching her step around her room looking for something, you imagine what she looks like without any of those clothes on. Without that clingy T-shirt that reveals the indentation of her bra undernea-

"You can think about me too if you want." RD plops herself next to you on the springy edge of her bed, the reverberation making the two of you bob up and down for a half second. "I'd say you won't get to lookin' like this in no time, but it'd probably take at least a couple of months. At very least."

She moves her arms forward so it's in front of you and flexes her bicep, forming and actually impressive firm muscle that puts what you could do to shame. She wouldn't even need to arm wrestle you for you to have found out that she'd defeat you.

"Check out these guns, bro." RD says to you. "C'mon, feel my arm. I wanna make you know what hard work can do."

You ride the tidal wave of her bragging that has just come spilling back into her room and clamp your fingers around RD's bicep, surveying the solid stiffness of it that subtly intimidates you. It's not often you've seen a girl make a muscle like this, having been conditioned over time not to really expect it.

This makes the brief encounter between your hand and RD's firm bicep feel remarkably exciting to you, and your hand's grappling unintentionally turns a little sensual. But luckily not enough for RD to register it that way when you're touching her muscle.

It just further awakens the part of you that longs to feel RD's strong fit body tightly hold onto you, and you're feeling so torqued for her just as rapidly as the Corvette she figuratively sees herself as.

You'd feel worse about letting all these naughty thoughts into your head off of just RD's presence alone, but the fact that she secretly filmed her friend undressing without her knowledge neutralizes most of the guilt. The guilt that's trying to form and tell you no, lightly batting at your hormone-teeming brain with a rolled up newspaper and spraying it with tap water mist.

She has her perverted moments too.

And honestly, this wouldn't be the first time she's done something that her own friends probably wouldn't approve of. You would know. But this feels so... on a different level... that it's no wonder that she'd want to keep it a secret. Yet still felt compelled to do it for some reason.

How the hell are you not going to bring it back up out of curiosity at some point? So long as the two of you are in private.

"Hey uh, RD?" You humbly begin. "I just can't help but ask... why do you have that video on your phone?"

RD kind of automatically understands which video you mean and gently sucks her lips in for a second. She then lets out a sigh and clamps her hands together. "I knew I'd have to explain sooner or later."

"I just want to know why you did it." You clarify. "Was it really to just like, get back at her or something?"

"You mean for the party?"

"Yeah."

"I guess that was pretty much it." RD responds. "I probably wouldn't have done it if she didn't act so shitty at you."

There's something about that answer that raises more questions. What does RD mean by "probably"? What did she mean by "I guess"? Why would something like that be in question to begin with? It either was because of that or it wasn't.

And you can tell that this is going through RD's head as well, as she widens her eyes in realization of how her answer sounded only after it's too late and she already said it.

"Wh... what do you mean by 'probably'?" You ask, now falling victim to your own curiosity.

By her own mistake, RD just put herself in a position where she isn't out of the woods with explaining yet. In fact, she may have just put herself deeper into the woods.

This is only confirmed more when you just barely hear a faint "fuuuck" escape RD's lips under her breath.

"Is that... the real reason?" You start to feel playful on the inside about this. "You can tell me if it isn't. I won't say shit, I promise."

RD gives you a look that tries to look prying, but that mask slips a little to reveal the pleading guilt underneath in her eyes.

"I promise. I won't. You made me promise before but I'm promising again. I just wanna know, that's all. I'm too curious." You let yourself chuckle, having been ready to force it if that became necessary. "Y-you don't have to say it if you don't wanna. I won't try to make you."

She's hesitating a lot, clearly not having initially planned to tell you anything further about this. She was probably hoping you'd inadvertently fed her an excuse before having to answer, but then accidentally gave away the fact that there's probably more to this than you expected.

You watch RD's slightly perky chest rise and fall in that clingy top, accompanied by a reluctant sigh that dreads giving you the full truth about the voyeur video of Applejack on that phone.

"You won't tell anyone?" RD repositions herself to sit more comfortably.

"I won't. Don't even want to, or have a reason to. She'd probably find a way to blame me if she found out." You list your reasons with as much confidence as you can sound off in your tone. "And I know you probably already knew this, but the other guys at school never really did anything for me anyway. They don't even feel like real friends anymore. You're more of a friend to me than they'll ever have been."

RD's expression softens as she hears you express how much you value her once more, this time in different words. "You've been a lot cooler than a couple of my friends too, dude." She warmly smiles with a quiet crack in her voice. "Especially Applejack recently. She'd totally blame you if she found out too. I agree."

"So is the party at least part of the reason?"

She hesitates. "Yeah."

"Well what's the rest of it? You two have beef or something?"

"It's uh... nothing like that." RD responds. "I mean, yeah. We do have beef. She likes being a smartass and thinks she's taking me down a peg or putting me in my place or something like that. I think that's fucking annoying. I hate people like that. The self-appointed ego-checkers. The whole darts thing had to do with her being like that a lot more recently."

"I can see that." You play along.

"I guess you can say our beef itself was part of it."

"Alright. But what's the rest of the reason? Fap material or something?" You joke, making sure this is clear by adding another quiet chuckle to it.

The sudden rush of guilt that turns RD's face as red as a hot stove top catches you by surprise. "W-well... I mean... f-for you, that is..."

"...What?"

You freeze and stare at her as she anxiously glares at her own bedroom floor, staring down the messy clutter almost completely hiding the carpet from view.

"That was... I-I was joking!" You start feeling like you said too much from the way RD's breathing has quickened. "It was a joke! I didn't meant that!"

"It's okay, it's okay." RD's voice has become noticeably flustered. "I know, it's just... I've just been deciding if I was gonna do that."

She's choosing her words carefully.

"Wait wait wait, you mean you secretly filmed Applejack undressing to not only show me but... like, give to me as fap material?" You blink in disbelief.

"Not give to you, dumbass! Gosh, no..." RD rolls her eyes up and away from the deep blush on her face.

"Well... that doesn't really make sense, then."

She stares forward as though she's been caught in another lie.

"I was thinking about asking you if you wanted to borrow my phone sometime and... kinda... have fun with that video. But secretly!"

"You mean like, take your phone into your bathroom or wherever and jerk off to the video you showed me?"

"Yes!"

You ripple your forehead a little bit as silence fills the room.

"That's exactly it! I wanted to make it a little, you know, a little consolation gift. As... fap material." Her voice grows nervously quiet but more sincere at the end of that.

RD's face glows bright red.

"L-look. No one wants to keep this a secret more than I do." RD continues. "Because I know what you're thinking. These are my friends. And it's honestly kinda fucked up that I'd do this. It's not like I don't feel guilty about it..."

"Well uh, you didn't have to do this." You reply. "And yeah, you're right. It is kinda fucked up, and I kinda feel bad for seeing it. But fucking hell, am I grateful that you did. Because..."

You huff, starting to blush yourself as well.

"Goddamn that was fucking hot." You confess, as though she wouldn't be aware you'd obviously feel this way about that. "Thank you so much, RD. This is really fuckin' awesome of you to do that. But uh... also kinda fucked up too. I honestly don't even know what the right thing to say here is."

"I can't really think of anything either." RD says after what was definitely a sigh of relief.

The silence reasserts itself into the room, as you and RD really don't know how to properly address this without it feeling either immoral or incomplete. The obvious solution would be to just agree to delete that video of RD's friend being filmed undressing without her knowledge. But there's parts of both you and RD that aren't about to do that, as messed up as this alternative course of action both of you know is.

Maybe it's because you figure that once the video is gone, it's gone forever even if you change your mind. That may or may not be a major factor in your (and RD's) unwise decision to agree not to delete the video.

Here's what happened: RD secretly took that creepshot video of AJ because she supposedly wanted to show you and ask you if you wanted to jerk yourself to it later on, on account of making up for how AJ acted at the party. And now you're both stuck with the existence of this video and this justification for it that honestly might not be all the way true despite what RD told you.

You've been reading her reactions, and it isn't hard at all for your gutter-diving brain to conclude that RD herself uses it as fap material... or at least fantasize about that whether it's the truth or not. Which makes this even hotter as far as you're concerned.

It's a good sign that RD at least doesn't want anyone knowing about it but you, which shows she at least respects her friend enough to not spread this kind of indecency of her to the eyes of anyone else. That's gotta count for something, right?

This is definitely the reason why RD 20 minutes later firmly stands her ground on saying "no fucking way" to sending it to your number through text. You don't blame her nor do you bother asking again. But she does agree to show it to you again later tonight once you're ready to... enjoy it.

But as for now, the late afternoon or early evening is young, and you and RD want to have fun at the beginning of your sleepover together meant to make up for you not being able to stay at the other sleepover.

It didn't take long for RD to shift back to focusing on video games. She rummaged through a couple of her dresser drawers to fish out a video game controller.

You had already looked over at her console to find there already was a controller attached, which has black electrical tape wrapped onto it in multiple spots, especially the handles where you're supposed to hold it.

"I uh, I can take your older controller if you want." You offer. "I don't mind."

"Trust me, bro. You don't wanna work with that thing. It's not even older, it's just broken. But I make it work still." RD tells you.

"How'd it break?"

"I uh... I think you might have a good guess at how it broke." RD almost starts to blush.

With your earlier memories of playing video games with RD resurfacing in your mind, you put two and two together pretty quickly. "Oh."

"Heh, yeah. I do it to my own stuff too, dude. You can have the one that's still good, don't worry about the aftermath of my bullshit, alright?"

"I see." You envision how much her newer strength after growing older was a contributing factor in her gaming rage bearing down upon her console controller.

"The high score was worth it, though." Adds RD. "It was... an experience."

"I bet." You agree. "I kinda know the feeling too."

RD proceeds to tell you the gripping tale of the exact moment she shattered her controller apart while playing one of her Need For Speed games. How she kept getting so close to beating the previous high score but continued to get tripped up on one part at the very end that forced her to start all the way over from 45 minutes before.

You can hear the rage still lingering within the tone of her voice as she recalls how she felt on that fateful day, sacrificing hour after hour after hour of her time to put her name next to that #1 on the screen. The plastic of that poor controller could only take so much of RD's powerful vice grip... could only take so much of her violent ministrations upon the joysticks and buttons... could only take so much of her slamming it against the arm of her desk chair every time she had to start over all because of something she swore was a small but massively inconvenient bug in the game that shouldn't even be there in the first place.

You can hear the raw passion in RD's voice as she tells you this tale as the "start" option currently on the screen must have flashed over a hundred times by now, waiting for you two to begin the game.

"I mean, the fucking concrete divider had an invisible polygon or whatever sticking out of it that kept COMPLETELY crashing me in my tracks and fucking the whole thing up! I had to figure out how to turn enough to not even TOUCH the side of the off ramp after escaping down the long highway part, there was go other way." RD starts to huff a little bit. "It's like, what the FUCK, bro? Why the fuck didn't they do anything about this shit when they finished the game?!"

"I hate when that happens so much." You respond.

"Here, dude. Lemme show you the exact part where this bullshit happened."

RD starts the game and immediately rushes over to the part of the "escape the cops" race she just spent a long time describing in vivid detail like she was telling a war story. She gets to the segment of the challenge race that tripped her up a gazillion times, and you can see the vengeful fire in her eyes.

"It happens every time." She gripes, probably less enthusiastically than before she had defeated this challenge.

She wasn't lying.

Every time her extra-vibrant car coated in rainbows finishes it run down a long straight stretch of highway, she has to quickly turn at just the right time and in just the right way after slowing down at just the right amount... all so her vehicle stays perfectly aligned with the curve of the offramp without even doing so much as touching the concrete barriers.

And either side of the ramp has a small bug in the game that stops the muscle car dead in its tracks with its tail lights pointing up at the sky because of the impact. A gap between the in-game objects causes the vehicle to collide with an immovable object the game thinks is supposed to be there.

"I mean LOOK at this shit!" RD jabs her open hand at the screen with her palm facing the ceiling.

"Damn, that really is some bullshit." You agree. "How'd you get past this?"

"Well I didn't do it without smashing this controller first." RD tells you after pausing the game. "This happened so many times that I slammed it right against the edge of my dresser right there." She points at the top of her furniture nearby, then looks back at her bandaged-up console game controller. "I love this damn thing, though."

"That'd pretty much do it, yeah."

"Pieces went flying everywhere, bro! You should've seen it! I had to actually clean my room to find them all." Complains RD. "It's so freaky seeing all the little parts from inside the controller and what they look like. I didn't know what went to what at first."

"You looked at manuals online or something, right?"

"There were eventually a few do-it-yourself forums I found where they laid out how everything was supposed to go back together. I had to use both glue and tape. Those little green chips or board or whatever they're called are a nightmare to get just right."

"Did everything still work the same after, or...?"

"Oh it still works fine, I just can't use the button I need for the nitrous all the time anymore. It fades in and out."

"That probably has to do with the part of the green chips you mentioned."

"Definitely." RD holds up the controller while the game stays on pause. "The part of the button that activates it can't do anything if it slips out of place even a little. And the little bit of plastic that holds it in place had to be glued back on, and it's not holding it the same anymore."

Console controllers are more complex than you would have expected until you actually have to put one back together yourself. Curse this combination of road rage and gaming rage.

"It's a shame I can't use my favorite ride during this level." RD continues to complain. "My Corvette. Her name's Supercell, she's a real beaut. Wanna see her?"

You nod, and then listen to RD describe the careful process of having to DIY-repair her own console controller, and she talks about it like it helped her get into the mindset of maybe becoming a mechanic one day. Which of course reminds you of the posters she has up there on her bedroom walls. But your attention is then diverted back to the screen where RD has her favorite in-game sports car on display to show off to you.

The deep blue-gray Corvette has a really nice looking set of aerodynamics-oriented slots and crevices in the hood and front bumper area. Really adds a nice aesthetic to it as well, especially with that cool matte paint color it boasts to clearly imitate the look of a giant storm cloud. The previous muscle car in RD's inventory you already forgot the brand of was gaudy and had no clear direction with its design.

But this digital Corvette? RD really put passion and thought into it, resulting in her hitting a home run with the aesthetics.

RD's phone suddenly vibrates.

The moment is interrupted as RD checks to see who just texted her, and she squints a little while reading the message. You don't ask her who it was or what it says, more interested in watching RD play her Need For Speed video game with her prized thunderstorm-design Corvette named Supercell. Damn, that is actually really freaking cool.

"Hey uh, you probably aren't gonna believe this." RD ominously says with her eyes on her phone as though she's in a corny movie.

"What is it?"

"Sunset texted me. And she's asking if I'm hanging out with you right now. Says she and the other girls want to talk with us."

You'd be lying if you told yourself you aren't surprised at all, but you'd also be lying if you told yourself you weren't expecting this at all. Most of your surprise has to do with how soon this happened.

"Like... they wanna talk to me too?"

"Yeah, bro. Sounds like they wanna apologize."

"Whoa." You scoot over to look at the longer message on RD's phone.

One sentence stands out to you: [Also Rarity talked to Applejack and they both think they went too far, and they want to come over as soon as possible. Is he with you right now?]

You promptly let RD text Sunset back letting her know that you are indeed at her house playing video games with her right now.

Things quickly get to the point where you're planning to meet up at a neutral location in public where you, RD, AJ, Rarity, and Sunset can sit down and talk things out. You look back up at the screen where RD's favorite in-game vehicle is still on display, now expecting to have to watch it in action a little bit later as this new situation abruptly came up and interrupted the vibe.

If only Sunset texted RD about an hour earlier while she was actually talking about something related to this.

"You sure they can't just apologize through text then have me accept it through text too?" You ask.

"They're all saying it's better if we meet in person real quick and get it out of the way." RD reads over the text messages coming in. "I mean, I'm gonna see them in person eventually anyway. Sunset says AJ said she feels really horrible about the way she acted and wants to apologize to you face-to-face. Directly. And she has a lot she wants to say, apparently."

"Ah... damn."

"Look here. Sunset said that you and AJ might never see eachother again after this year is over, and she'd feel terrible if that party was the last in-person impression she left on you." RD holds up the phone with the text message on screen, reading it basically word-for-word.

You sigh and lean against the wall. "Alright you have a point, so does she. And even if I do see her at school again, it'd be less awkward if we already hashed it out in person."

"Awesome, dude. So you wanna meet at the mall, then?" RD asks before texting Sunset back. "There's still daylight outside, we can go and get this over with now if you want."

"Probably better I do this now than let the anticipation hang over my head the rest of tonight." You admit.

"Yeah that's probably better. She just said they only wanted to apologize in person real quick anyway."

"Alright then, so uh..."

"Let's go, then?"

"Yeah."

And with that, the bandaged up game controller is tossed onto the bed with a soft muffled plop before RD's bedroom door soon opens then closes.

"Alright, so listen, dude. Not a word about the video. Got it?" RD tells you, continuing the conversation from before as you wait in the parked car together.

"Not a word." You comply. "I don't want them finding out any more than you do."

"Good. I know how close you and I are but like... they're my friends too, bro. And it's already kinda fucked up that I did what I did. Even if I deleted the video, I still did what I did. I'd still feel bad anyway."

"At least you care enough to feel bad." You say. "If that helps."

RD cups her hands over her face and leans back in the driver's seat. "Ugh, I know, bro." She groans with genuine remorse dripping off of her voice. "What the hell am I gonna do with myself? I can't keep treating my friends like this."

"Well why do you?"

"It was in the heat of the moment. That's the best way I can say it." RD tries to explain. "And AJ always gets on my fuckin' nerves about all kinds of stuff. So when she snapped at you at the party, I just... I dunno, bro."

"I mean, the video's hot as hell but like, that still was a bit of an overreaction, right?"

"And overreaction to her overreaction, maybe." RD answers. "But I know that doesn't justify shit. At least not anymore. She and I kept arguing after you left, about the darts and stuff and, I dunno."

"Yeah, this is a pretty awkward position we're in right now, huh?"

"Yeah. You can say it's my fault too. Cuz it is."

"Well sure but... just because it's your fault doesn't mean I'm mad at you."

"You mean that?" RD's eyes light up a bit.

"I don't know where I was going with that, but it's probably a good idea to delete the video after I'm, you know, done with it."

"Yeah." RD rubs her arm with a quiet chuckle. "You're probably right."

"I'm gonna honest, it's gonna be really hard to talk to Applejack after seeing... that."

A look of what almost appears to be slight jealousy appears on RD's face.

"Fuck, dude. I wish I knew she was gonna apologize. I wouldn't have shown the video to you until at least after she did if I knew." RD turns her head and stares out the window.

"Well, we're kind of stuck with this now I guess." You shrug.

"There's a lot of different ways we could have done this, dude. Don't worry."

"Are you sure we chose the right one?" You ask.

RD takes a worryingly long time to answer that.

"I really don't think either of us have good track records of thinking things out. Especially me for even showing you that video today." She finally says with a self-depreciating laugh. "But I sure hope this was the right move."

"Well they texted you, so we at least know they really do want to clear the air about this. Let's just keep it cool and let them do most of the talking."

By that, you really mostly mean 'let's try to not look guilty as much as we can as I eventually go back to your house and beat off to the video of AJ in secret after staring at her right in the face and accepting an apology from her'. And damn does that feel a little more than mildly wrong.

"I'm so sorry I put us in this situation." RD apologizes with the most solemn-ness in her voice yet. "I swear AJ almost never apologizes for anything, bro. I didn't expect this to happen like this. If I knew she was sorry, I'd have kept the video to myself."

"To yourself?"

"...And deleted it." RD quickly adds.

Just at this moment, a car pulls in to a nearby parking space.

"That's her, bro." RD quickly unbuckles herself and unlocks the car doors. "C'mon, we'll make this quick."

Several seconds later, you and RD let the car doors gently slam behind yourselves and you step out beneath the vibrantly color-shifting sky as the sun sluggishly sinks past the horizon.

Your weight pushing down upon the asphalt of the parking lot almost feels like it's pushing back up at you with how sore your legs are from the earlier morning run.

It feels like the apologetic look on Applejack's face she wears as she approaches you is looking in the wrong direction, as more of the guilt is on your shoulders due to you knowing something she doesn't.

It's hard to lock eyes with her, and just as hard to look down at her body after that video.

All you know for sure is that she, Rarity and Sunset are all wearing very concealing outfits this time along with their remorseful expressions.

Every party involved here is guilty about something.

"Hey..." Sunset waves to you before glancing in Applejack's direction. "You want to start, Applejack?"

"Ah guess that's the best way." Applejack lifts her stetson hat off of her head and holds it to her chest to accentuate her sincerity. "The way ah reacted was awful. Ah should say that 'fore anything else."

"I'm not really mad about it anymore." You go right to trying to soften the blow for her, knowing something she doesn't. "I was just... a little shocked, is all. For the moment, that is. You were probably right to be a little mad, though."

"Well... ah was wrong to get that mad." Applejack continues. "Was up almost all night thinkin' about it. Barely slept a wink."

Rarity watches her, and then turns to you, watching you stare at the ground in your own apprehension.

"Look, ah really am sorry about that. That was way too far. Ah should have acknowledged it was something you couldn't really control. Ya did the right thing by opting to leave... shouldn't have gone out of mah way to give ya static when you already understood the situation."

"Well I should apologize for what happened on my end too." You give a pebble on the asphalt a gentle kick to the other side of the cracking white paint. "To all of you. I know it was something I can't control, but only at a certain point."

Feels so awkward talking about an involuntary erection you had to a bunch of girls you just met. It's probably just as awkward for them too.

"I could have left earlier before it became noticeable, or sat down or something, or a number of things I could have thought of that would keep the moment from getting awkward. There's blame on my end of this too. I hope you can forgive me for that mistake."

You sigh once and watch the increasingly colorful clouds drift by.

"So uh... I'm sorry too."

"I'm sorry as well." Rarity steps forward with Sunset closely behind. "The way we went behind your back and jumped to conclusions wasn't fair. We should have let you diffuse the situation as you were already trying to. But thank you for your side of this, it's best if we all just keep things genuine and clear. There really is no easy way to talk about something like this."

"Yep, there really isn't." Sunset laughs a little to lighten the mood. "Pretty difficult topic to have between guys and girls, so I should probably just keep this straightforward on my part too." She clamps her hands together and faces you. "I'm so sorry I started the motion to kick you out of the party. That wasn't right. I was so worried that there'd be more drama at my party that I ended up inadvertently creating more. It was a stupid move."

"Ah don't think it's fair to say that, Sunset." Applejack says. "Really feel like I have an obligation to say more. It was still mostly my fault for overreacting the way ah did. Whether you told me or not, it's not like ah couldn't have just stuck to my own business instead of follow you out as you were tryin' to leave and make a scene out of everything." Her sorrowful eyes stare down at the same pavement yours are as she speaks to you. "Ah was the one who created more drama for the party in the end. So I should apologize to you again too, Sunset."

The amount of sincerity Applejack is showing only makes you feel worse, and you can hear the genuineness in the tone of her voice as she continues her monologue more and more.

"Ah know ya weren't invited to the party, and Racket's bullshit made a couple of us paranoid that somethin' else would boil over, but that don't change the fact ah made a mountain out of a molehill." Applejack now looks directly at you, prompting you to look her right in the eyes. "Ah didn't really mean the things ah said, not like that. In truth, I was just assuming too much of you. Ah swear I didn't really mean to attack you like that, and that shouldn't've happened. That was wrong of me. You sure yer alright?"

"She um... had a little bit to drink before the moment happened." Adds Rarity as RD nervously stares at all three of them and back at you as if she knows even more than you do.

"That ain't no excuse." Applejack says to both you and her, waving her hand in dismissal of the excuse. "Cider 'r not, mah behavior was NOT okay. Period. I am deeply sorry for my awful behavior, and ah mean that with every last bit of mah well being."

"It's okay, Applejack. I'm alright, and I forgive you." You respond. "Thank you for setting things straight. I forgive all of you. I'm still sorry too though."

Applejack reaches out and shakes your right hand. "Ah forgive ya too. I'm more guilty than you in this anyway, but whaddaya say we start things over right this time?" Her grip is strong, about as strong as RD's grip.

"I'd like that."

"We really got off on the wrong foot, didn't we?" Says Rarity. "Would it be okay with you if we all did something together?"

"Another time could work." You answer. "Right now, RD and I were about to get back to hanging out at her place." The part of you that wants to get back to RD gushing over her custom-designed thunderstorm themed Corvette and retroactively seething over that part of a game level she broke her controller over one time.

"Yeah. We were." Confirms RD. "Still probably good that we were able to meet up real quick."

You'd say. The vibe for tonight is now completely restored now that this weight is off of your shoulders, aside something part of you is fixing to ask RD about.

"Ah have to get back home too." Says Applejack. "Granny Smith don't want me out this late unless it's for somethin' important."

"But another time could work, right?" Asks Sunset. "It's the least we can do to make it up to you. If you want, I'll invite you if there's another party soon." She suggests.

"Yeah, that could work."

You've taken note of how quiet RD's been overall throughout this whole exchange. She's not looking anyone else in the eyes either. As in, she's not looking any of her friends in the eye. This coupled with the wishy-washy-ness of her answers before leads you to believe that she still hasn't told you the whole story. And whatever else she knows, it's making her even more anxious than you are. It's not like RD to suddenly not be talkative... something's up.

All of this makes you even more unwilling to even think about the forbidden video that is not allowed to be identified even in your thoughts right now.

You look over at RD and she's sweating bullets. Darting her eyes back and forth.

Regardless, the lot of you agree to exchange phone numbers so you all can text one another so communication is made easier. It's really hard to imagine that you just scored a bunch of new friends, but at least something came from this.

Before you know it, the quick apology encounter comes to a close as the sky starts to get darker, and you return to your cars.

"Well this weekend's been great." You say. "I met up with your newer friends and you met up with a couple of our old ones."

"True that, bro." RD's back to talking more like her usual self, showing that she's back in her comfort zone.

You notice this and begin wondering things to yourself. Wondering why her story about the reason for the video doesn't feel like it makes a lot of sense, wondering why she suddenly became less talkative with her own friends, even more so than you were, wondering why she even showed you the video this morning in the first place and in such a nonchalant way... as if it wasn't the first time she took a video like that.

She only got quiet after someone she knew knows about the video started talking to the girl the video is of. Except she got uncharacteristically quiet and nervous around all of her friends as well and not just Applejack.

But maybe you're overthinking it.

All you know is that after the way Applejack sincerely looked you in the eye and apologized to you the way she did, and shook your right hand, you'd feel bad beating it to that video of her at this point. It just wouldn't feel right to do that.

"Hey, wanna get a bite to eat before we head back?" Suggests RD.

"Might as well" You contemplate the questions that have only risen after previous answers were given.

"Let's Hang Out Together And Just Vibe"

Deep violet clouds gradually float across the magenta sky, pushed by the same gentle breeze that brushes past RD's hair as she struts around outside of her car with you.

"So we going to the ice cream shop or what?" RD stretches her arms to the sides while balancing herself on the curb.

"I'd love to go there again."

There was a little bit of a conversation in the car about whether to go to a new restaurant entirely or not. RD swore she could go for a burger, but was fine if you were more geared towards something lighter instead.

Still nearby, the outside lights of the ice cream shop flip on as soon as you and RD decide you want to go there. As though it was a sign or acceptance or further agreement from the place itself, that happened to be comedically timed perfectly.

You and RD notice the lights turn on and then look directly at one another, quickly sharing a moment of laughter as the sky overhead gets a little darker.

...

The two of you sat together at your table for several minutes sipping the smoothies you both ordered and already paid for. Chatting it up about random things.

RD didn't take very long to start gossiping about her friends, since the subject was rather topical while you sat there together.

The sky outside got darker and darker the longer you sat together, listening to other people enter and exit the ice cream place through the front door. You wanted to ask RD a couple of things about what happened, but you couldn't think of a way to bring it up that feels right. At least, not while you both were sitting there.

RD was loudly invested in her own storytelling about her friends anyway, talking about how this most recent instance is only one of many times they didn't exactly trust a guy. One of these other tabled times being when Fluttershy suspected she was being stalked by a creepy guy, then Sunset investigated and found out that he actually was.

It was times like these that had convinced them to be extra cautious with one another, except there were certain times where it turned out this wasn't as called-for as they had assumed.

Nonetheless, it was nice to listen to RD go out of her way to explain her friends to you, so you have a better understanding of their background when it comes to meeting new guys. She wasn't so much defending what they apologized for, just explaining it deeper using past instances for context.

"Anyway, I should stop." RD finally draws her monologue to a close before sipping more of her fruit smoothie down. "Damn it, I'm starting to get like them. Talking about them and things they did when they're not around. I think gossiping is lame, I dunno why I just did it so much."

You smirk and sip more of your own smoothie.

"But whatever, I'm done being a hypocrite for tonight." She jokes. "Wanna go back and play video games now?"

"Yeah." You figure you'll take your smoothie with you.

You hear an "ugh" sound from across the room.

Look over to find a couple of boys slightly younger than your age, groaning in response to how loud RD's been for the past several minutes. RD likely already noticed, but doesn't care enough to give it a response.

You have a feeling she already knows, but doesn't care and just bites the bullet when people get annoyed at this point.

"Yo bro, wanna try the jukebox again?" RD gets another quick urge to show off something you've already seen once before.

"Sure."

The other boys try not to look in your direction, wanting to just focus on their meal and ice cream they're trying to enjoy. Butt he clinking of coins followed by one of the hard rock songs RD loves to listen to fills the air, more-so after RD cranks the volume up to 10.

They're covering their ears, not so much physically, but with the looks in their eyes.

"We should have parties here or something." RD starts to form an idea. "And we can double DJ'ing for the party with a party game where whoever gets the coin in first chooses the next song."

She knows full well she would dominate at this party activity.

"Pinkie would love it." RD then adds.

This continues until one of the employees working at the place has to come over and politely ask RD to try and tone it down with the noise.

Of course, RD complies, giving other people a chance to put a coin into the jukebox and choose a song they want to hear. You can tell RD's done entertaining herself and stroking her ego anyway. Both of you have video games to go play together.

With an apologetic shrug, you awkwardly grin at the couple of boys and the employee working here, hoping they'll forgive your friend for disrupting the peace for a brief period of time. They give you a collective... look... in response. A look that shines a hell of a spotlight on you, brighter than the overhead lights that pass by your head as you walk out with your friend RD.

"Race you to the car!" RD suddenly darts off from the bright indoor lights illuminating her hair to the darkness outside, leaving you in the dust.

In the dust with those looks closing in on you like a less threatening version of spiked walls.

"S-sorry." You say to them all.

"Hope it's worth it." The employee insinuates something.

"Hope what's worth it?"

"Oh... so she's not your girlfriend?"

You feel a heat reach your face. "What? No. She and I are just friends." Plant your feet a little more firmly onto the floor.

"Sorry. My bad, shouldn't have been so quick to assume." The employee apologizes. "Well your friend sure is a... character."

"Tell me about it." You huff while barely concealing how flustered that girlfriend assumption made you. "I'm sorry about her. She uh... one of those."

You hurry out the door before they can tell that you're blushing, if you actually are blushing. You just know you're blushing, you can feel yourself blushing in response to that offhand comment about her possibly being your girlfriend.

The cool outdoor breeze hitting your skin makes you realize how much you've begun to sweat a little as you exit into the vast darkness aside the occasional streetlight.

"Aw come on, dude. You didn't even try to beat me!" RD complains before slinking into the car.

The engine is turned on before your seat belt buckle can be heard clicking in the dark car. The tires slightly screech as RD thrusts her ride back out of the parking space.

"Holy shit." You gasp.

"Don't worry, I've done this enough times before."

You could have sworn the car was about to hit something, whether it be a tree, street lamp or another car.

"You drive different at night." You feel the car make the necessary turns and accelerate forward.

"Damn right, I do." RD takes the car to the exit of the parking lot, barely missing the curb. "But I'll go slow for ya, bro."

Cruising down the road, RD's car begins to vibrate to the sound as she turns on her radio, keeping the setting switched to stereo from front to back of the inside of the vehicle. One song with a thick bass-line is all it took to feel like you're anxiously leaning back in a mobile massage chair.

Oh yeah, now this environment is loud enough for RD's tastes.

Loud and fast.

You avoid bringing anything else up about earlier and decide to just enjoy the night with RD already.

But there's one thing you've realized: you've become that guy with the annoying friend, who has become dismissive of that said annoying friend's behavior. You've become that guy. And RD is that friend... who also happens to be a girl.

She sits next to you at the foot of her bed, now back in her room with you as the pitch blackness of the night outside has completely set in.

But she switches her room lights off after it's been a few minutes of you reminding yourself how visually comfy RD's bedroom is. Her nest -if you will- is small, messy and nice.

"Yo uh, if Supercell had a theme song, what do you think it should be?" Asks RD while spinning the game camera around the storm-colored corvette on the screen to give you a good look at it.

"A theme song? You mean, you didn't have one already?"

"Oh, I do have one." Says RD. "I just wanna know what you'd think of."

"What's the song for your car already?" You ask.

"I don't wanna say."

"Why not?"

"I don't wanna bias you."

As she says this, she scoots up closer to you at the foot of her bed.

You're not sure if she did this intentionally, or at least subconsciously due to being in a dark room sitting next to someone she trusts. The vibe of it feels like the classic dark movie theater move minus the arm around the shoulders. You can feel her hip brushing against yours ever so slightly.

You're close enough to very slightly pick up on the cherry-blueberry scent in her breath from her smoothie earlier.

"Just, whatever comes to mind, dude." RD insists. "I need a second opinion."

"Uhh... Thunderstruck by AC/DC." You throw a random guess out there.

RD rolls her eyes at you.

"What?"

"Come on, dude. Put more thought into it!" Complains RD.

"What's wrong with Thunderstruck?"

"It's good, don't get me wrong. But like... it's so overused."

"...Okay, yeah. Fine."

"Great song. Great band. Good for the theme. But that fuckin' song is in like... like, one out of every five movies and video games."

"Well that's for a reason, but I get ya."

The two of you nod in agreement. You can now feel her firm upper arm brushing up against your arm, and there's no way she didn't feel that too. You get chills from feeling her muscle touch you in such an unintentional but direct way.

...Her skin met yours...

Working the joysticks of the tape-bandaged console controller with her thumbs, RD continues to slowly spin the camera around the car. "Pick something less... 80's-ish."

"What decade do you want my pick to be from to fit the vibe you want?"

"Uh uh uh, no hints, bro." RD wags her finger at you.

"Come on!"

"I want your genuine opinion, man!"

"I gave you my genuine opinion!"

"Fuckin' Thunderstruck is a song everyone already knows. It's too much of a... default answer. Give me your actual opinion of the vibe the car gives you.

You groan at RD. She groans even louder back.

As though the two of you are competing to see who's being more annoyed by whom at the moment. And you swear you're winning but RD's not about to let that become obvious as she now rolls her eyes with a groan... and throws her head back.

"What, you wanna pick something closer to our generation instead of the boomers and gen x'ers?"

"Shit, yeah. I guess keep it rock, too." RD finally sets up some sort of guidelines for this.

"Okay, thanks. Now I can choose something." You form a sinister little idea in your head just to annoy her.

"So what song?" Asks RD.

"Thunder by Imagine Dragons."

"Oh, fuck you!" RD grins and lightly punches you in the arm with a snicker. "Gimme a serious answer, dude."

Damn, you can tell that little jab was meant to be light and it still kinda hurt.

"C'mon, already!" RD impatiently rushes you. "Gimme a good answer and I'll tell you the song I chose myself for her."

You sorta like how RD refers to her prized digital corvette as a "her". As if RD herself is the corvette, in a sort of a self-insert sort of way. It'd fit all the other stuff she says about herself like a slipper, especially the very obvious part where she compared her body to a corvette.

You're convinced she half wants to shove the concept down your throat on purpose. Until you say something to the effect of 'I get it, RD. You're a corvette and I'm not. You're amazing looking and built to win races and I'm not'.

"Just pick a dope song, bro." She tells you.

"Circe."

"Hmm?"

"Circe. By Ghost."

"Ohh..." RD seems to be familiar with the song. "I forgot about that one. Was a couple of years ago last time I heard that one."

"So is it good enough of an answer?"

"Yeah, whatever, fine. I just wanna show you what this baby can do anyway."

"So what's the song you got for Supercell?"

"Denial. By Sevendust." RD amps up the pride in her tone.

...Well damn...

Why didn't you even consider that vibe? It makes more sense the more you think about it... both for RD and her corvette Supercell. You gotta admit that this girl's got taste.

"You know the song?"

"Took me a second, but yeah. I remember it."

"Can't you like, not unhear it now?!" RD directs your attention back to the TV screen that is the only source of light illuminating the room. "I mean, look at the color. Look at the grill."

"You put a lot of thought into the vibe, didn't you?"

"Fuck yeah, bro. Raced with this bad girl so much and finally found out this song works best with her."

RD goes back to the racetrack selection menu before you can even say another word; RD's impatience has now spiked. She wants to show off her prized baby to you. As though it exists in real life, which is something you know she's ambitious to turn into a reality once she has the money and other resources for that.

The day she gets a Corvette, she's gonna sculpt and paint it exactly like that. You know it.

The 'go' signal flashes in the game, and the corvette shoots out of its starting position like a bullet. It attacks and devours the racetrack like a bluish-gray asphalt-hungry panther. Its growl is fierce and sharp to the ear... enough to make RD bite her lip with an aggressive grin, as her determined hand fervently work the buttons and joysticks on her trusty tape-bandaged console controller. Her firm, unrelenting hands threaten to break the controller once more right in front of you.

RD knows every curve and contour of the road, expertly dominating the track with adept speed and agility in her sexy matte-painted bluish-gray corvette she named Supercell. The roaring engine is the thunder to the lightning sparking in her eyes that stay glued to the screen showing her baby demolish the competition.

And RD's final score was at least three times every other player's score combined... and it's still not as high as the current record she has set in the game. The rush she gets from this actually contagiously spread to you. Especially after about an hour of watching RD win race after race after race after race after race.

She's translated her drive from real life into the video game as well. It's a miracle the controller didn't break.

"You ready to see how long you last against this thing?" RD slowly turns her face towards you with her eyebrows furrowing atop her challenging glare. "I'll go easy on you, bro."

With the less bandaged controller in your hand, you figure you don't have a choice anyway.

All of the above describing how terrifying Supercell is on the track is all one would need to know how the matches against you went. RD was definitely satisfied after it was over, that much can be said for sure.

...You're lucky she didn't drive like this in her in-real-life car...

Even if she never crashed, you'd have had a guaranteed heart attack or something.

It's getting pretty late, now.

You've pretty much become numb and accepting to losing to RD, she's done you in so many times in the game now. It's become a sort of a running joke that her Supercell rips through the air right past you, sometimes flying after catching good airtime after a jump.

It always pounces back onto the tracks like a bloodthirsty puma diving in at a gazelle. This fuckin' car is dangerous, and RD loves her baby for that.

RD's car laps you sometimes, and she even crashes into your car you chose to play as as some sort of physical "pep talk" to get you driving better in the game.

You fear the day RD gets her Supercell in real life.

The bed springs quietly creak after she falls back onto her bedsheets, and you're sent slightly catapulted from the affect of the impact upon the mattress. You have to regain your balance and plant your palms flat onto the edge of the bed in order to not go tumbling to the floor.

From the slight light of the TV screen illuminating the room, you can see RD's skin faintly glistening with sweat, a testament to her excitement for showing off her most prized possession you know about so far to you. The indentations of her toned muscles on her arms are a reminder of how lucky the console controller is.

"I need something to drink. Be right back." RD rises to her feet and is opening her bedroom door within a couple of seconds.

Cool air from the hallway hits you, revealing just how much the room has heated up from the gaming console that is currently loudly hissing for mercy and threatening to catch in fire.

At least she doesn't directly break these things anymore.

Figuring you could go for some fresh air and something to drink as well, you follow your fit friend downstairs.

God, the air in the rest of her house feels so cool now, especially after descending the stairs and entering the kitchen where the open fridge makes you realize how much you've been sweating as well.

You watch the front of RD's throat swell to each gulp of orange juice rushing down her throat. Her bicep proudly swells as a symbol of all the times she's lifted weights for what you imagine must have been enjoyment at this point.

The heavy energy yet smoothness of Denial by Sevendust is stuck in your head after RD played it in her room like three times in victory. And despite its powerful energy, the song also serves as something to chill out to after hearing the turbulent roar of Supercell's engine nearly non-stop for over an hour and a half.

After you and RD are done chugging orange juice in the kitchen, you go back up and play the song once again, and it feels like a cooldown to a workout that happened without RD ever having to touch any of the weights she has lying on the floor in her room.

You'd usually be annoyed by this arrogant attitude of hers she carries with her even long after she won endless races against you, but you're just brushing it off now.

You figure you'd be most comfortable blowing up an air mattress and fetching a blanket from the hall closet for when you go to sleep, which should be soon considering how late it is.

You still decide against disrupting the vibe you got going on with RD, and refrain from asking any further questions about her phone.

Too tired, anyway...

In fact, you're getting ready to pass out right now.

"If you need another set of clothes tomorrow, I gotcha covered, bro. There's tons more old plain stuff in my closet my friends would barely remember me wearing anyway." RD hops into her bed.

"Thanks."

"I should warn you, though. We're going on another run tomorrow morning. Gotta get up super early for that." RD reaches over to the remote to turn the TV screen off as though it's a night light.

"Am I allowed to say no and not come with?" You gripe.

"You're allowed to be a wuss and not come with, if that's what you mean." RD gives you a look in the now pitch black room despite not being able to be seen.

"Well..."

"Look, dude. All I'm saying is don't blame me when you don't make any progress. I already said it all before, dude. If you still wanna chicken out because you're too weak, that's on you."

"Fine, I'll let you torture me tomorrow."

You can hear her nodding because of her hair audibly sliding against her pillow.

After that, there's a long silence in the dark. Your breathing has been silent once more for a while now, after calming down and unwinding after an intense night of gaming with your friend. Not doing much else but lose to her in a Need For Speed game.

If you didn't know any better, you'd have assumed you must have won against her at a racing game in the past during an instance you've long forgotten about, and this whole thing was revenge for that. But you're not so foolish.

You know RD well enough to know she's just showing off as she usually does. There's not much else to it other than that.

Though, it would have been nice if you could do a couple of other things like watch a movie, or at least play another game. But RD was insistent on showing you the full potential of her prized digital corvette in the Need For Speed game named Supercell. But you enjoyed watching RD spill her passion out like that regardless... it was quite entertaining, and you've grown quite accustomed to just letting her win against you. You... kinda like it.

"Hey, bro?"

"...Yeah?" You finally realize just how close to falling asleep you were before RD's voice pulled you back all the way awake.

"I just uh... I wanted to apologize again for your old game console back in the day."

"Oh..."

"It was a really good console, and I know I apologized before, but it didn't feel... complete."

"Well it's all good now either way."

"Yeah I know, dude. But like, I still kinda feel kinda bad about it. I don't feel like I addressed it the right way before. And tonight got me thinking about that again."

"I see. Well all is forgiven." You respond. "I promise."

"Thanks, bro. My console can be our console now. The controller that's still all the way good is yours."

"Thanks, RD. I appreciate it."

"Goodnight, bro."

"Goodnight." You half look forward to running tomorrow.

Author's Note

I liked the vibe MC and RD shared in this chapter so much that the upcoming confrontation is now next chapter, but it won't be pushed back any further than that, promise.

"Let's Get Physical"

Slowly but surely, you begin to fade back awake as a dim light begins to creep its way back into the sky overhead outside the window of RD's bedroom.

But you don't want to get up just yet; you are far too comfortable to even internally joke about that within your still lethargic mind. Maybe there's something about sleeping super close to the floor that does it. Gives you some sort of a really "cool" vibe to it that also comes with a side of... sturdiness? Maybe it's just you being so tired that's making you look at it that way.

No matter what, you're comfy as hell right now.

The chirping of birds outside is a lot more relaxing than when you were sleeping on the surface of the seat in RD's car.

You're so comfortable, that you are seriously considering selling your actual bed in exchange for a blow-up air mattress that would be way less of a hassle to move around and travel with.

You've made a little bit of a cocoon/sleeping bag out of your blankets for yourself. So warm and cozy, you lie on the blow-up mattress like a log slowly breathing in and out, only half-knowing which way is up.

This position inside the room at this time is so comfortable that you're practically forgotten that you have to-

"Get up, bro!" RD forcefully shoves you back awake. "We're running today."

She makes you roll over, almost 360 degrees until you stop yourself to not hurt a certain part of yourself that has been sticking out for the past 20 minutes or so.

"Gah, what the fuck..." A groan creaks its way out of you to the carpet up against your face.

"Wakey wakey, sleepyhead!" RD gives you a singsongy tone while watching however you must look weakly shifting around on her bedroom floor.

It takes you an annoying moment to untangle yourself from the entrapment of blankets you didn't want to leave yet. Your regret for agreeing to this may have been non-existent a few hours ago, but it's through the roof now.

"You're not gonna dip out on me now, are ya?" RD continues to gaze down upon you from up on her bed.

"Just... gimme a minute, okay?" You raise your open palm towards her direction once your arm is freed.

Bunch the blankets over your lap to conceal your morning wood that won't just go away like that. It wasn't even out of arousal... you think. This happens every couple of days as a common occurrence; this is what you'll explain to RD if she actually noticed it.

As you sit there on the air mattress and rub your eyes, RD impatiently waits.

"C'mon, we gotta get dressed." RD urges you. "You wanna go change first or should I?"

You forgot that the little light on the game console was still on when you drifted back to sleep several times before you. The dream you just had now starts to come back to you. It had something to do with playing with RD but more physically in person.

You are forced to recall the time you had gotten your first erection when wrestling with her in the grass when you were younger... when RD hooks her arms underneath yours and tries to haul you to your feet.

"Bro just... get the fuck up already!"

You start to let loose a flurry of fragile kicks. The tiny mountain of blankets falls away from your...

"The hell are you doing?" You protest through gritted teeth.

"Gotta leave that comfort zone, dude. That's the whole point of today." RD proves her strength is enough to hoist your entire bodyweight upward enough to force you to your feet where the blankets land. "Damn, you're even lighter than I thought."

"Maybe you're just stronger than you thought." You try to keep her distracted with compliments before she thinks to look down after spinning you around.

The direct contact from RD manhandling you gives you a surprise rush, which makes the rush of your blood in your veins travel in the opposite direction you're trying to make it go.

"I'm just trying to..." You grunt before her hands are finally off of you.

It's like she was trying to hold up a newly planted tree with her hands when you were standing there, and is now trying to see whether or not you're gonna uproot and fall over.

"The sleep part of this sleepover is now over!" RD makes an attempt at a play on words. "Now it's..."

On.

"Over over?" You smirk.

"No uh... whatever. I'll think that one all the way out later." RD watches you sway like an evergreen in a Derecho storm. "You gonna go get dressed first?"

"One of us can get dressed in the bathroom while the other gets dressed here." You rub your eyes and try to turn away.

When you look back over at RD, you learn that you turned away a brief moment too late.

Her gaze was clearly fixated just below your torso, where your obvious morning wood can still be seen pitching an impressive tent in your boxers you had stripped down to from the waist down under the covers.

This full-on erection is easily more clear as day than any of RD's friends had ever seen during the previous sleepover party you had showed up uninvited to. And there was a moment when you and RD were facing eachother, and your fully erect member was pointing directly at her through your underwear as she stood before you in her clingy little T-shirt and sweatpants she must have slipped into while you were barely awake.

You can see it in her eyes, RD knows what she saw. She knows it damn well, it's unmistakeable. And her face gradually shows a hint of bright red as she fumbles over her words in a different tone.

"S-sorry..." She turns her gaze away out of respect. "I didn't think of that."

"It's fine, whatever. Just... you wanna change first or should I?" You keep the topic... on topic.

"What do you mean?" RD questions. "You said one of us can go out there and one says in here."

"Fuck, right, right."

RD chuckles semi-intentionally while watching you stumble around her bedroom in her clothes while hunched over for obvious reasons.

After feeling her eyes on you for several seconds, you wait for a snarky impatient remark that surprisingly never comes. Instead, you turn back towards RD to face her on your own accord. Hands over your display of morning bodily reflexes.

"S-sorry." You apologize.

"Hey, it's alright, bro." RD slinks off of her bed. "Look, you just got morning wood. Happens all the time, I already know that's a thing."

Not only did RD let you get this far in having a sleepover party with her, but she doesn't even act weird about something like... this happening. She's cool with it. She's very understanding of it.

"You stay here, I'll change out there." RD settles and then leaves the room, trusting you not to let your eyes wander onto her as she exits the door with her back turned.

You're still not planning on prying any further regarding questioning RD about what else may be on her phone. Something about the prospect of doing that gives you a bad feeling, like it might hurt your friendship if you discover what's been getting her feeling all guilty around her friends.

So you decide once again to put that off, waiting until the moment is "right".

Anyway...

There's something very welcoming about the fact that RD doesn't mind you sweating all over her old clothes during an exercise or workout. It's like the final barrier that confirms her trust for you to be official, or at least that's what it feels like. You walk outside with her while donning her old T-shirt and a pair of loose-ish athletic shorts she also doesn't bother wearing anymore.

RD meanwhile is wearing smaller and tighter workout shorts with a different jersey than last time, but the shape of it giving you a tantalizing view of the side of her sports bra is all the same as last time anyway. It's better if you just keep your mind off of her smooth let toned thighs that beckon you forth as she begins to jog in place.

Off of her equally smooth shoulders, armpits, arms, etc.

You're not sure if RD's skin is considered to be remarkably smooth and clear for an athletic girl, depending on whether you'd have ever gotten a chance to get this up close and personal with any other athletic girls you'll see in your life. RD's the only one that matters to you, regardless.

You've decided to just try your best to keep up with her as she takes off away from her house, until you get too out of breath to adequately do so. And with that, you lag behind, hoping she notices and has it in her heart enough to slow down until you catch up.

That's the plan, at least.

A couple blocks down the same route as last time and you're already starting to huff and wheeze again. Remembering how it felt last time, you're hesitant to push yourself to keep up with RD, hoping that she really will just slow down for you.

Pass by a couple of houses and fences you now recognize as the early morning light shines upon them. You're lucky this relatively less-warm morning is keeping you from working up too much of a sweat while RD charges ahead of you further and further.

The fact that she doesn't really seem that out of breath at all may indicate that she's still holding herself back, and could have easily left you in the dust by now if she wanted to. And you wouldn't be able to do a damn thing about it except pull out your phone and either text RD to get cry-laughing emojis in return, or use the map app to find your way back in a slow walk of shame.

"Dude, please tell me you're not getting tired already!" Complains RD over her shoulder.

"This is the second time, not the seventh!" You say to her between heavy irritated breaths, shoes loudly pounding against the concrete.

RD turns a corner before responding, making you have to round the same corner as well first before you can listen to anything she might say back.

Your heavy footfalls against the sidewalk echo tightly against the long dark wooden fence you pass by. A few purple flowers between the wood and the sidewalk you're running on foster a couple of bumblebees on their merry way to collect pollen. You look like you're doing a little dance move when one of them hovers around in front of you and you have to maneuver yourself around it.

But you didn't stop jogging, so there's at least that.

Barely maintain your balance while on one foot as you round the corner, moving like a clumsy anime character missing the bus.

You can tell RD must have seen, because her smirk and giggle indicate so. Which in turn gets you a little aggravated, just enough to find the stamina to catch halfway up to RD. And now you're close enough to admire her thighs and backside.

"Don't tell me you're tired already." She almost repeats.

You use the image of her legs as a motivation to persist and work your already tired legs past their limit so you can keep on moving.

But this doesn't last long, as your exhaustion quickly catches back up to you, not having been far behind to begin with.

The heavier wheezing is pretty much exactly the same as you finally make to to running alongside the field at the same speed you did last time. The air pressure in your ears demands a swallow, and you feel like you can barely start to taste your own saliva while RD darts ahead of you across the field, further and further away.

Running on fumes, you press on.

Your chest hurts and your legs ache. But you remember what RD said and figure this is just something you're going to have to get used to. This must have been something RD went through in order to get that "corvette" body she currently has. If she could exchange thoughts with you right now, she's probably tell you something along the lines of: "bro, if I can do it, you can do it. Stop being a wuss and catch up to me already. It's not my fault you're letting me be so much better than you at this".

That might have gotten a little embellished.

But while you were thinking of that, you had pushed yourself halfway across the grassy field, having entered some kind of auto-pilot for your body while continuously running further and further until your stamina starts to nosedive.

This time, you're not planning to make it to the park bench, or really any further at all.

Down to the grass you tumble in defeat, suddenly forced to face the sobering reality of your body being not at, but past its absolute limit. You're convinced that you might die if you jog on towards that park bench.

The coolness of the hundreds of dew-coated grass blades soothes you, almost acting as a reverse towel that hydrates your sweaty skin of your arms and legs while dampening RD's shirt even further.

Your chest must look like your ribcage is about to pop with the extreme motions your breathing is giving off. You memory of this route must have warped, because something made you underestimate how long of a distance it really is. How much ground you have to cover.

Stare at the clouds for a few moments, loudly wheezing and letting the morning air in and out of your lungs one violent rush of oxygen to carbon dioxide at a time.

"Are you fucking kidding me?!" RD's voice starts off distant and quiet to you.

But she quickly becomes closer, with her soft footfalls against the moist grass rapidly approaching as soon as they're loud enough to be heard.

"This isn't gonna cut it!" RD momentarily appears in your peripheral vision as you stare at the slow clouds above. "You even made it further last time!"

"I... hah... don't know h... how you... trained." You hyperventilate between strained words of surrender. "But you way... ain't... working... for me."

RD stares down at you. "Alright well, you know what?" She places her hands on her hips. "You're only on day two anyway, so fuck it."

After lifting your head up a tiny bit, you let it fall back onto the grass, the impact against the soft surface not strong enough to knock you unconscious.

You manage to squeeze a "thank you" out of yourself between exhausted panting that interrupts you over and over again. You can't believe she's about to let you off the hook today... you can't feel your legs.

"Don't think this means you're off the hook today." RD suddenly tells you.

You're too tired to even let out an agitated grunt.

"We're gonna walk back the long way together."

"Well... as long as... it's walking..."

This time, you have no trouble keeping up with RD while she leads the way on the narrow sidewalk.

She willfully meanders slowly enough for you to be able to stay up to par with her pace. But the route the two of you are taking back is not only back in the direction from which you started, but with an even wider loop of blocks to walk down, now entering blocks you haven't been on yet.

Or at least, haven't been on in a long time.

This direction in the neighborhood is where a couple of your old friends used to live before they moves away. You can tell that RD recognizes a couple of their houses as well, and that she's aware that you have some familiarity with this route she has chosen for you.

"Oh damn, look at Polo's old house!" You point. "I didn't know they painted it green now."

"Yeah, that was a while back. Like... a year or two, I think?" RD tries to recall. "A lot of my running routes intercept and overlap and stuff, but I got every street of this place pretty much memorized. Down to a T at this point."

You sense some pride in her voice when she says that, which indicates that she likes how she's been running around this place so much that she has every street and building memorized by heart.

"Hey, you ever hear from Polo recently?" Asks RD. "He uh... kinda never really talked to me ever again since he left. But you were still in touch with him, right?"

"I ran into him at the store once. When I was out of town and needed to get something there since it was closer on that day." You remember the last time you ever saw him in person. "I think Blackjack might still chat with him, but I'm not in contact with him anymore either."

These names don't even feel familiar to you anymore.

As in, yeah, you know that you knew these guys back when you were little kids, but those days have long since been over. You'd be somewhat surprised if RD still remembers Blackjack, as he was the super quiet one from what you think you remember.

"Oh yea, Blackjack. Isn't he the one that got lost at Disney World and I was the only one who could find him?"

"I think I remember that."

"Fucker was lucky he didn't get kidnapped." RD starts to direct the credit towards herself as the green-painted house slowly recedes into the distance. "Thanks to me!"

The chitter of various insects begins to become more apparent as you and RD walk past an open wooded area with tons of trees, bushes and shrubbery clustered everywhere to the side of the street and sidewalk.

The sun, now unobstructed by any clouds, beats down upon you both, making your skin reflect the light off of the coat of sweat from running. You look down onto the shine spreading all over your hands and arms like freshly applied bug spray.

As RD walks slightly ahead of you but diagonally enough to be somewhat next to you, you watch her strong thighs slightly flex every time she takes a step down the path. This is further accentuated by the glisten of sweat that coats her entire body as the heat of the day sets in with each minute that goes by. RD's shoulders and everything are just as smooth as ever, but now glisten as well, magnifying every slight crest and valley made by her muscles with the difference in light reflection. It's as though she's oiled up before you, and working those powerful legs of hers while she walks with an enticing sway in her hips that carries an attitude of confidence with it.

She knows full well she can easily outrun you, and beat you in an arm wrestling match, and beat you at video games, and beat you in real-life sports, and still be better looking than you after all that. It's not fair!

Personally, you're continuously minding less and less that RD has you outshined in pretty much every metric you can think of off the top of your head. But you know that a "it's not fair" coming from you would put a smile on RD's face, because she's would clearly love hearing someone take that approach. RD's so awesome and exceeding in everything that... it's just not even fair.

And that's what you're reading in her hips.

Why must she look so damn good like that? With that athleticism and attitude to go with it. The arousing way she confidently struts down the sidewalk while her sweat glistens all over her tight fit body, with that swing in her alluring hips, it's just fair...

The instant RD got older and experienced her body developing, the you who tried to hate her never stood a chance.

"Here, you can rest your feet a little here." RD turns onto a small familiar path, checking to make sure no one else is around on the other end of it.

You know exactly where this leads: the playground you and your friends used to play on many years ago. Though, not the same playground; the old slides and stairs and stuff were replaced by much newer and safer structures. This newer playground is pretty much right next to the spot where RD lashed out at you and all of your friends after winning that fight.

And it feels pretty weird being here with RD again, except this time, it's only you and RD here, alone together. The only two survivors left after all of your other friends moved away to... wherever.

"Don't get used to this. This'll be the only time I let you sit on the sidelines." RD warns you with a slight rise in her tone.

You rest on a nearby bench, giving her a thumbs up.

Without further ado, RD goes over to a nearby set of monkey bars and leaps up to them directly from the ground. Her iron grip must be so powerful upon the bar she grabs that her palms likely being slippery doesn't matter. RD's muscles majestically flex as she lifts her entire body weight up by her arms, bringing her chin up above the bar.

RD switches between doing proper chin-ups and doing proper pull-ups, alternating between doing 5 of each at a time. You gawk at her flexing muscles that are further accented by the glisten of her sweat upon her skin, as testament to not only the heat out here but the amount of physical exertion she's willing to endure just to show off a tiny bit more. But she can afford to endure this physical exertion.

RD's sports bra is also darkened with sweat, a testament to the same thing above. You can see it hugging the side of her body through the loosely open arm holes, often getting a good enough view of the front.

RD soon resorts to traveling her way across the monkey bars until she reaches the rubber-coated metal platform. She's now very out of breath, with her neck-length hair messy and slightly falling over her face, sticking to her nose and cheeks before she brushes it back to see your reaction.

"Myeh myeh myeh myeh myeh! My feet hurt! I could never do that after some running!" RD half jokingly mimics your voice with a playful grin and glint in her eyes. "That's what you're thinking right now, right?"

"Are you challenging me or something?" You notice how much slower your breathing has become as the spot of the bench you're sitting on becomes warmer by the minute.

"Dunno, bro. Am I?"

With a gulp, you immediately regret saying that and raise your hands to politely decline.

A bead of sweat rolls down RD's jawline to her chin, flying off from the impact of her feet hitting the mulch below after she jumps to the ground from above.

"Race you back, bro!" She challenges you anyway. "Winner gets to use the shower first!"

You can already tell she's gonna ramp this up every time you two go for a run together.

At least you'll get to go back to your own bed after all of this.

Well well well, look at you.

Feeling a lot more comfortable walking into school now that you're gotten to know RD and her group of friends, despite your rocky start.

You almost feel as though you have finally passed a bunch of training when it comes to getting closer to RD's current circle of friends, except your secret was that you and RD have known one another since long before they ever met RD. Had it not been for that lucky break, you'd have never even made your way to the party they threw.

They're still a little awkward around you, though it's something you can only sense without seeing anything you can directly point out. But at least they know they can trust you not to be weird about things.

More days of school pass by, and you can't help but laugh a little bit at the fact that you only got comfortable with these girls barely, shortly before the school year ends. And the final school year too, before you're all sent off to college. It's almost a tease, to get to know these girls only to then never see them again. Maybe you were fated to never make amends with them, so never seeing them again would have been a positive development in your life since it would cut off all ties with whatever bad vibes that would have been still flowing back and forth.

It's only in the final weeks of school do you spend a portion of your time casually chatting with a couple of RD's friends at CHS. Trying not to later get smug at Racket for sometimes doing this while he was around to watch.

Meanwhile, you and RD have started some sort of connection where the two of you hang out together, with video game sessions and work-out sessions alike. And not just running through the neighborhood until RD sees how long it took for you to collapse for air, but actually using the weights she has in her room that are conveniently placed next to the gaming console on the floor.

Every time you play on it with RD, she lets you choose the game to play more often.

You barely think about it this way at first, but you're starting to feel over time that she's letting you call the shots regarding which game gets played next based off of how well you did during the exercise sessions. As though she's rewarding you. She did say it's practically both of yours, after all.

Things have really looked up for your friendship now, and you're starting to see yourself make more progress during your runs with RD, now getting up early on your own accord in your own bed and heading over to her house where she's waiting for you outside.

Impatiently waiting, ragging on you for "taking forever" and swearing she was about to take off without you.

But either way, you feel like you're free from your old self.

Now able to keep up with RD at least closely enough even all the way across the field you two now usually run to together. You may not realize how wet with sweat you were until you're back inside up against the air conditioning, but it's worth it every time.

You can feel yourself becoming healthier. Feeling some great motivation to enhance this by eating healthier foods by the 5th or so time you spend running around the neighborhood with RD. She continues to make all sort of references to cars and jets and stuff, sometimes referring to the video games you two play together about as often as you jog together through the neighborhood you each grew up in.

Now your mutual trust is becoming stronger and stronger, and you're finally comfortable enough to ask RD about what else might be on her phone.

"So you're finally ready for that uh... video?" RD responds positively to you bringing up the long awaited topic.

"Yeah." You rub your arm with a blush.

The question was finally popped regarding that Applejack video, and the two of you treated like it was another type of question being popped, which made RD's eyes somewhat sink towards the floor for one or more reasons.

Both of you rest on the edge of her bed as usual. A very familiar spot the two of you share every time you return to visiting RD in her bedroom.

RD pulls her phone out.

"So uh... you wanna like, beat off to it in my shower?" Asks RD.

God damn that question being asked by her like that got those neurons activating.

"Can't think of anywhere else, yeah." You respond with some hesitation.

RD is reluctant to hand you her phone, as though she expected you to not actually go through with asking about this ever again in the midst of all of the video game playing and route running throughout your neighborhood together. You wait for a few seconds before asking her again.

"Is uh... something up?"

"I just..." RD begins after a pause. "You're not gonna like... text it to yourself in there, are you?"

"What? No, of course not!" You assure her. "You can just put your phone on airplane mode or something."

Both of you already understand why that promise basically means jack shit. You both know that it's at least within the realm of possibility for you to take the phone off of airplane mode, send the video to yourself, then delete it from her outbox while it stays in your inbox, all comfortably within however long it would reasonably take for you to jerk off. RD knows this well and can't be absolutely sure no matter how much she trusts you. Because this is kind of an intentionally private moment for you with something you know you'll never see again.

You really aren't planning to send it to yourself, but you have no way of proving that. And both of you acknowledge this pretty quickly.

"Alright, how about this?" You start. "What if you stood behind me and held the phone yourself?"

RD's face turns bright red at the suggestion.

The suggestion of her holding the phone while you masturbate to a creepshot video she took of her friend who is at least equally as fit as she is. RD's eyes not only fill with uncertainty, but also enough envy to not feel too fond of the idea of watching you enjoy Applejack's body like that right in front of her.

Her mind spins. Dizziness erodes her verbal filters at the very thought already playing in her head that may or may not become a reality.

"I... I dunno. With the Applejack video?" RD speaks from her ego.

"You have any more ideas?"

"Well uh... maybe that's not the best one you should... I-I mean..."

You pause for several seconds at this, remembering how quiet she was around her friends. But the wide-eyed glare she gives the carpet below her feet says it all as she realizes that she let something slip again.

"Not... the one?" You turn your head towards her. "You mean there's more?"

"It's not what you think." RD immediately stands up. "Let me explain."

"RD, what the hell?!"

She knows the jig is up and she has to explain fast.

"Let me explain, dude."

You stare at her as she begins.

"Alright, look. It's not what it sounds like. It's not like I'm into into them like that. I'm straight, it's just... it's just kind of a kink for me, is all."

This is gonna take a lot of words, you can already tell.

"What do you mean a kink?" You ask her.

"It's just... well literally that. A kink." RD feels the weight of the awkwardness bearing down upon her like nothing else.

Like a vertically occurring trainwreck.

"RD, they're your friends!" You stand up with her. "What the hell are you doing... doing this?"

She clumsily does her best to explain, knowing there's no way to say it without sounding pretty bad. And you, meanwhile, are no longer sheepish about addressing her about it anymore now that she knows this has got to be a step too far. But you're only just getting an urge to give your two cents.

"RD, the boner I got at the party was a thing, yeah. But at least that wasn't something that I chose to do!" You say to her. "You gotta delete these right away!"

"Yes, right right, you're right. I know."

"That's not enough. This is just really bad, you can't just have multiple videos of your friends on your phone like that!" You continue anyway. "What the fuck?"

"Alright, look. You win, I'll delete them. Just... right after this."

The two of you stare at one another, with all sorts of thoughts going through your head as you fantasize about what other videos RD has in her phone that you didn't know about.

The awkward silence is broken by her first. "I just didn't wanna weird you out, man."

"You're not. It's just... like... they're your friends!" You raise your open palms to the ceiling.

"Why do you think I was so hesitant just now?" RD shrugs towards you. "I don't want the chance of them finding out to even happen."

"You uh..."

"Yeah, I really didn't think this through."

"Well you gotta delete all of them right now." You say to her. "I know you know it's wrong but just saying that isn't enough. They're your friends, RD! They trusted you. Did you take videos of all of them?"

"M-most..."

You put your hands on your head and run your fingers through your hair.

"You can't just pretend this is no big deal, Rainbow Dash." You say her name without the abbreviation. "You can't just betray your friends' trust like that and play it off as a guilty pleasure. This is wrong. You gotta delete these things. Not just say it's wrong and then offer to let me jerk off to one of them, you gotta actually just get rid of that stuff. You understand me? What if they ever found out about this?"

"Okay fine, fine, you're right. I won't argue with you. Here, you can delete them yourself if you want." RD swallows hard and hands you her phone.

Both of you stare at eachother in shock at her sudden decision.

The look in RD's eyes chose her friendship with you over something she'll never see again, because the former is something she couldn't bear to ever see again.

In silence, you start scrolling through the pictures as RD stands there, petrified like a statue as she does nothing to snatch her phone back away from you.

Your trust is too valuable to her now, but she doesn't know what she's doing.

As you scroll through, you begin to see a couple of... things. Still images of the thumbnail, but it's enough to give you a good idea of what things look like when you press play.

"Look, just delete them, alright?" RD says to you. "Or jerk off to them and then delete them, whichever one works better. But just don't send them to yourself." Her voice gets a little shaky. "I'm so sorry, please don't let them find out I betrayed their trust like that."

Maybe it was your little rant that convinced her that you're not gonna send them to yourself.

And now you're holding the device in your hand.

"Alright, listen. RD, this is really, really fucked up." You start opening the videos without pressing play, acting on pure instinct at this point. "So if you're not gonna delete them, then I will."

Your thumb proceeds to systematically press on the little recycle bin icon.

RD stands there and accepts the situation. "Okay, bro."

You both know that she's in the spotlight to preserve your trust for her in this sudden turn of events, so she's making sure she lives up to it even when the situation was completely unexpected.

Your breathing is heavy by the time you're finished, and RD's face shows levels of worry you've never seen before.

"Fucking hell..." You start off, double checking the rather short collection of total photos and videos RD has on her phone. "I even got rid of the Applejack one."

"Yeah." Replies RD. "Thanks for not smashing my phone or anything like that."

"I'm not gonna do that but like... what the fuck?"

"I'm sorry."

The two of you stare at one another again in the wake of the intense moment you just shared. But your eyes question hers as you now carry the knowledge that even her close circle of friends cannot trust her not to invade their privacy like that.

You know her rushed explanation wasn't as well-worded as she'd have liked it to be, so you're just going to ask her again.

"What do you mean by it being a kink?" You squint and tilt your head.

"There's a... thrill in it. Well, was a thrill in it." Confesses RD. "It's like, uh, beating off in public almost. The thrill of getting caught kinda, makes it something for me."

"That's... stupid." You say with an awkward laugh.

"I know." RD doesn't ask you to hand her phone back until her guilt allows her to believe your trust is restored enough. "Everything you said is true. It wasn't just a fuckup, I did that on purpose because..."

"Yeah, you gotta respect your friends' trust better than that." You yourself are still in disbelief of what you just did, and the fact that RD just kinda let you do it right there.

The longer you two stand there in silence, the lower the tension sinks.

"You uh... still wanna play some video games?" Asks RD as you rest her phone down onto the bed. "I'd rather we kinda... forget about this."

"Let's Get (Really) Physical"

You sat there with her on the edge of her bed in silence for who knows how long.

Neither of you even remember when you sat back down after your little interaction you just had. You just remember taking her phone and deleting the videos you very slightly wish deep inside you saw more of. But the fact that you value eachother's trust so much might be worth more than that.

RD already asked to forget the whole thing in favor of playing video games, and you agreed, but you're both still sitting here in silence anyway.

You and RD may be able to share a lot of mutual trust now, but you can't erase the fact that the same cannot be said for her other friends anymore.

The whole thing happened so fast, and you got so caught up in your disbelief that you acted purely on moral instinct, if that's the best way to describe whatever that was that had you reflexively hitting the delete button. That same "instinct" the part of you that wanted to think or talk things over is late to the party here.

"Just get it over with and keep yelling at me." RD seems to have changed her mind.

You look over at her, noticing the shame still lingering in her gaze at her bedroom floor. "What do you mean?"

"I can tell. Me letting you delete everything like that still... doesn't... mean I heard everything I needed to hear."

Her tone has grown heavy but lacking hesitancy. She's clearly more in the mood to punish herself as much as she feels she needs to instead of push these things into the future where your mutual trust should be free of them.

"I... have a real problem, man." RD lets the words spill out of her, no longer bottled inside. "You should know already. It's been there for as long as I can remember."

"Hey, now. You took responsibility and let me delete those things you shouldn't have had on your phone." You watch how tight-lipped RD is when looking away from you. "You did the right thing, and it's done now. So what's up? If you wanna forget about it, then let's forget about it. Just curb that shit in the future, alright?"

RD twiddles her thumbs, currently neglected by her usual tough exterior. The longer she stalls on letting something out, the worse it feels now.

"Remember when you yelled at me?" RD finally says to you.

"What do you mean?"

"You know, the playground. That spot. That time when you told me I was being a piece of shit." Recalls RD. "I think about that more often now that we go there together again. It made me not want you to remember the video on my phone. B-because..."

You silently wait for her to continue as her voice noticeably becomes shakier.

"It's because it just shows that I haven't changed at all." Confesses RD, seeming to ignore the time you and her were in the parking lot at night after the first sleepover her friends were throwing. "I'm still a terrible person for my friends to be around, they just don't know it anymore. Because I kept it all secret."

"So you mean back when we were kids?"

"...Yes." RD's voice cracks a little. "And you were right. I suck to be around. I did then and I still do. I was annoying Applejack the whole time I was taking that video, because my defenses about a fucking dart game were so up. I thought she was gonna get back at me for finally winning against her. Cause she knows how I always am about it, and she always wanted to take me down a peg, and... And then I..." She eyes her phone.

A distant plane hight up in the afternoon sky can be heard moaning by as RD wipes a couple of tufts of her messy-ish medium length hair away from her eyes. She takes a deep breath, too ashamed to look over at her posters on her wall.

"I actually had the nerve... to take a creepshot video of her when she was changing her clothes anyway. You're right, dude. These are my friends. What the fuck is wrong with me to treat them like that?"

Your words just now have really started to seep into her mind, the meaning behind them you may not have even been fully aware of shaking RD to her core with re-established guilt.

"This whole thing went exactly how I was afraid it would." RD breathes hesitantly. "I remembered what you said before after you said what you said just now and it's... I know you must have been holding the one from now in for a long time."

You stare at her as she looks down at her bedroom floor again. Her gaze feels distant with it, like it's up past the ceiling.

"So if there's anything left you wanna say, just go ahead and lay it on me."

"Well I've been past that part, but you definitely gotta do something to work on what you've had going on now." You proclaim the best thing your mind can muster.

She waits for you to say something else, as though she already knows there's more anyway. She seems to be expecting it no matter what you say, which calls out to you a signal of guilt that has lasted through the ages until now.

"Alright, look." You take a deep breath. "You're not awful to be around, I know you probably remember what I said really well. Even better than I do, because I myself forgot exactly what it was I said, if I'm being honest."

Her eyes widen a little bit.

"What I've been trying to say that you just gotta get rid of your problems now. Yes, you gotta be nicer to your friends than that, but you've been fun even back when we were kids. It's always been both of those at the same time, and now it's just time for one to win over the other one. You never would have broken my gaming console if I didn't want to play games with you in the first place. We wouldn't have had that dumbass shouting match near the playground all those years ago if no one wanted to hang out with you at all. If I still meant that stuff I said long ago, then I wouldn't be here with you right now. And I wouldn't have bothered telling you that you should respect your other friends, because I wouldn't have cared if you lost them. I don't want you to lose them, RD. And I especially don't want to lose our friendship either. Alright? Okay?"

A quiet sniffle acts as a barometer measuring the impact of your words.

RD realizes that you heard that come from her and darts her eyes up to the ceiling as she prepares to tie her voice together so it doesn't break.

"It's okay, RD. I'm admittedly kind of a perv sometimes too." You get even more real with her. "A number of people are on the inside, even if just a little bit. You just gotta... not... do that stuff, okay?"

"Okay." RD's voice strains outwards against the metaphorical ropes, cracks already showing.

"Are you alr-"

"I'm fine, bro!"

If there is one thing RD knows she is not, it is someone who cries.

Her glare forces itself to become angry looking as her fists clench, but then loosen a little when she remembers it's only you in her room here with her. Her breathing picked up for about five seconds before returning back to being inaudible, and her swallows after clearing her throat. Blinking rapidly.

You won't encroach on her pride any further, not when it's being challenged on the inside. Just as you wouldn't want others doing that with you.

All of everything questionable that happened between you, RD, and her friends, sudden'y felt so small after you told her all the stuff you just told her, with her listening to it after having voluntarily allowed you to delete the videos ~~that might have been hot to at least watch only one time~~ off of her phone. Like it all just got minimized to this very small blot of ink that can easily be wiped away. It feels so insignificant now.

"S-sorry." RD breaks the silence your own thoughts distracted you from.

"Don't worry about it... none taken."

A second silence arrives, now holding both of you still on the edge of the bed. You each have a flurry of worried thoughts buzzing around in your heads. Thinking of the next thing to say in this moment of sappy drama that made its way in to your friendship that was kind of RD's fault in the first place.

A universe of possibilities feels like it's just floating around inside of RD's bedroom all around the two of you. Like a vast collection of the cosmos in the air. Things you can do, things you can say to break the silence.

And what's the first thing RD does?

The remote control slides across the nightstand, the click of the TV turning on faintly sounds, the power button of RD's gaming console clicks while being pushed in then out, and the soothing sound effect of the gaming system fills the room.

And that blot of ink gets washed over by a huge wave of water.

Supercell's vicious growling that dominated the digital city streets is therapeutic.

It's been about an hour or two now since RD silently decided that all you two need to do is flip on the console and get lost in the world she's conquered completely. Now she's demonstrating again and again why she named her Corvette in the game Supercell, because of the way all the other racers should feel like there's a storm coming when she's about to lap them again.

RD has been challenging you to challenge her, since the AI players in the game can't really pose much of a challenge to her anymore. So with that, you get yourself a Viper to drive with in the game, paint it in the coolest way you can think of, and do 1v1 races with RD with the Ls piling up on your side pretty quickly.

"C'mon, bro. I'm not letting you stop until you beat me just once!" RD resurrects the same tone she had when you two were running together through the neighborhood.

"You think I haven't been fuckin' trying?" You gripe.

"Well try harder!"

You're just glad you don't have to be out of breath this time; this is a lot more fun when your body isn't on the verge of collapse and screaming at you to stop. Though, you're still sweating a little bit. But having a car that's actually on her car's level and not something like a regular old jeep or something like you are in real life helps a hell of a lot.

RD's merciless hands work her trusty bandaged up controller as she grits her teeth, sure she's going to defeat you again despite helping you tune your sports car almost exactly the same way she tuned hers.

Your own hands don't carry the same ferocity it would take to break the newer controller of hers you have in them, not that you'd want to... but it feels as thought that's what would be necessary in order to defeat her and her Corvette Supercell on the track.

"This isn't fair!" You protest. "You're way too good at this! I have no chance."

"Not yet you don't."

"RD, I can't beat you a this game. You're too unstoppable." You appeal to her ego to convince her. "I barely got a chance to play this one a lot yet. There's no way I can magically get on your level without practicing for a long ass time first. You're just that good, RD. You got me overmatched."

"Shit, I guess you're right, dude. I can't expect you to get as good as me at this game in less than a month or something."

"Exactly! It's like working out. I can't get to your level in such a short time. It's unrealistic."

"Yeah, bro. You're right. It's unrealistic." RD looks over at her mountain of video game cases on her messy floor. "Hey, wanna play Super Smash Bros? We're probably more evenly matched in that one."

"Now we're talking."

"Just gotta make sure I don't miss my evening run and workout." RD looks at her clock. "But we got time, though. Don't sweat it."

One last race concludes the RD v. you matchup with a 17-0, and then the discs are swapped.

"You wanna just go ahead and make this another sleepover at this point? My parents already trust me not to do any partying shit."

"I think I can stay over."

RD's eyes fill with relief like she wanted to make sure you didn't only meet again a couple of days from now after your upcoming high school graduation, even though that would have been a better idea anyway.

The plan is set in place as you two play the next game together, now with RD starting to appear worried in her facial expression as you get closer and closer to securing a W while getting into your zone with more ease this time. There's no race tracks in this one, nowhere outside of the fighting platform to run to, this ain't Mario Kart.

RD can feel you encroaching upon her pride but in a more friendly way in a controlled gaming environment this time.

"There you go, bro." RD starts to sound like she's about to start trying harder to not actually let you defeat her, despite the fact that's what she wants.

Maybe she really can't decide. Like one part of her wants to coach you by finding a way to have you win without her openly letting you win, but another part of her just... does not want to lose.

Eventually, after choosing a different character each time, your characters you choose eventually squeak closer and closer to breaking RD's winning streak. RD can sense this, and her conflicted approach towards this really starts to show in her face, and how firmly she grips her trusty bandaged up controller as she tries harder and harder to reach that winning strea-

"FUCK!" RD nearly stands up with an urge to shuck the controller at the floor.

That combo of moves you just pulled off was delivered at just the right time, and the character RD was fighting with spirals down into the abyss with a 2-1 appearing on the screen at only the third game.

"V-very good." RD says it loud enough for it to really keep herself reminded that this was part of the plan.

A plan that somehow involved her tripling down now that you figured out how to style on her with the right moves and turn that 2-1 into a 2-2, prompting her eyes to widen in determination as you fight the urge to grin at her.

"Oh, it's on now, bro!" RD leans forward and flexes her firm muscles.

So, it is.

There she goes, pulling all the stops within the rules she can in attempt to stop you from winning another round... but you've really gotten into your groove now, and it's surprisingly effective against RD's jam she's starting to get stuck in while trying to figure out how to make that "GAME!" message appear for her victory instead of yours.

"God damn it, dude. How the fuck did you get so g-"

RD is interrupted by the very thing she was trying to prevent from happening.

She stares at you in disbelief, but knows that this is pretty much what she wanted to encourage, so it's not like she can reasonably get mad at you, and she knows this watching the way you kind of shrug it off at her like you're not enthusiastic about celebrating it.

RD pats one of your raised shoulders. "Damn, you got me by surprise there."

"Want me to try to do it twice?" You blurt without thinking.

You're not sure what to say or feel until RD responds with a delighted "Hell yeah, that's the spirit!".

The two of you start playing more and more until the sky outside begins to grow darker, and your plans for sleeping over basically just go as they did before: with you opting for the air mattress on the floor in one of RD's old neutral outfits her friends wouldn't so easily recognize on you in the first place.

Though, it's not like you're going to see them much more after graduation anyway, unless they go to the same college you're setting yourself up to attend, but that's a train of thought to have later than fun time now.

"I feel like I should've asked this before but, what kind of path do you wanna get in shape?" RD brings up. "Strength or endurance?"

"It matters?"

"Kinda. From what I know, building muscle is when you lift weights first and then do cardio, and building endurance is when you do cardio first and then lift weights. Of course, you gotta also eat healthy or else what you're doing gets all fucked u-haaAAH!"

She gawks at the screen as you defeat her in battle once again.

"Well, obviously I wanna be more like you." You bring up. "And you're like a Corvette, right?"

"...Yeah..." Sighs RD.

It doesn't take long for her to piece everything together.

"So you wanna lift weights first, then?"

"Let's do it."

"Oh, you mean like, right now?"

"We can pick this game up later." You sound as eager as you can. "I wanna see what I can do with those weights you got lying around there."

RD watches you glance over at the bunch of dumbbells on her floor, mostly disorganized and waiting to be picked up once again. She looks over at you and starts to get the vibe that you're trying to best her in a physical competition as well, despite the inability to step into a suddenly existent sports car or push a button to fire a hadoken-like laser beam in real life. This time, it depends solely on your own bodies, and RD knows she can really hold her own with ease here.

The TV screen is momentarily turned off.

A challenging smirk spreads across RD's face as she watches you stretch to get ready for the whooping she's about to deliver upon you.

"You go first." She suddenly tells you out of the blue.

"First?"

"Yeah, first. What, you think I said last?"

"Sure." You crouch neat the bunch of dumbbells.

"No, hold on, we're doing sit-ups first."

"Oh."

RD gestures for you to sit on her bed before going to get something out of her closet. You oblige, waiting for her to fish something out that's far back in the corner after presumably being tossed there from the outside.

"Whatcha doin'?" You ask her.

"You gotta use th- oh." RD starts off before realizing she's not going to be alone this time. "Never mind."

"What?"

"I usually tie a belt to my bed to hold me feet down, but I guess I can just do that myself this time with you and you can do that with me." RD explains. "Heh, sorry bro. Getting that belt's been kind of a habit of mine." She chuckles at her own double entendre she just made.

You almost want to say something like "you mean like a wrestling championship belt or like how badly I just started to whip you in Super Smash Bros?", but you're kind of too intimidated too after watching RD stretch her own arms and remind you of how much more well-built she is than you are. As if the fact that she can easily outrun you wasn't enough... the memories of her beating up multiple guys who were even slightly bigger than her wakes you catch your own tongue with cat-like reflexes before something of a mistake slips out.

"Go on, lean back bro." RD kneels before you as you perch yourself at the edge of the bed.

You really hope you had enough time to prepare, though is there even something like for simply getting ready to do sit-ups?

Feel a tiny rush when you feel her hands clamp down onto your ankles as you lean back with your fingers locked over the back of your head.

There's a certain heaviness in your body that is already starting to annoy you, a soft heaviness that comes off as weakness as she tells you to begin and you do the first sit-up a lot slower than you intended.

"1... 2... 3... 4... 5..." RD counts for you, keeping note of what number she has to do at least twice as much as in order to put you back into your place.

You already start to feel tuckered out by 12, drawing a "c'mon, really" look from RD's face as she expected at least more of a challenge to redeem herself with.

RD can't help but feel as though this can't count, because it's too easy.

"You gotta try harder than that, bro!" She complains. "You're only at 15!"

With a strained grunt, you continue to try and try and try, making it to 16 sit-ups, then 17 sit-ups... but you're not sure if you can go beyond that. You're already surprised you had made it this far into it.

"C'mon, just 3 more and you're at 20!" RD eggs you on.

You try to make it to 18 sit-ups, and barely squeeze out an extra sit-up that doesn't feel like it counts before falling back onto RD's bed with a soft muffled plop.

RD lets out a satisfied sigh, but with a hint of dissatisfaction as she expected her upcoming kill to count with more value and meaning.

"I tried! I really did!"

You feel as though you're trapped in this perpetual state of competition with RD, just as she supposedly felt about you and a few others automatically for a while now. Now you have to put up with her trying to one-up you after you started beating her in video games, which is silly, but it's not like her competitive side can be ignored so quickly.

"Move over." RD settles for making the fall on your end feel harder despite your progress not being so big in the first place.

The two of you switch places, and RD grabs the bottom of her shirt and lifts it up without warning, catching you entirely off guard.

The sight of RD's toned tummy once again awakens something in you, except her shirt wasn't unintentionally dragged up above her bellybutton this time, and she lifts it up even further than ever before right in front of you. RD casually bares her sports bra she has on before you like its no big deal, letting you stare at the firm landscape of her fit form as her top is bunched over her face.

You kneel on her floor, unable to move or think of a response as the sight of RD's bare midriff takes ahold of you with the strength her core certainly has that overpowers yours.

An odd combination of feeling jealous and feeling turned on keeps you in place until RD snaps her fingers and brings you back to reality. "Over here, dude. Come on, you scared I'm gonna do like a hundred?" She starts to taunt. "Don't worry, I won't embarrass ya that much."

You have to keep your hands from trembling enough for RD to feel it as you grab her ankles, already afraid she might accidentally kick you in the face.

"You know, I've been dying to work on my abs more." RD suddenly tells you. "I didn't realize how far I've come until I saw you only do 18 just now."

"...Thanks." You make a face at her, to which she reciprocates over the soft bulges from her chest nearly blocking her face as she leans back from being able to see you at her angle.

And with that, RD begins doing her own set of sit-ups, counting them on her own:

"1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17... 18... 19, 20, 21, 22, 23, 24, 25... 26... 27... 28... 29..."

Only once she closes in on 40 does she start to seem like she's getting tired and really slow down to a significant degree.

"44... 45... 46... ngh... 47... 48... 49..."

Your hands fall away in impressed surprise when she stops at 50. Slipping away like limp slugs off of rocks in a river.

RD's toned abs along with her cute bellybutton rise and fall with her labored breaths, all right in front of you and making you want to bury your face in all that as she cools down, almost willing to take the sock to the face you expect from her if you actually went through with something like that (of course you won't).

"Your turn." She tells you, likely noticing your eyes had begun to examine her sports bra but doesn't say anything. "C'mon, bro."

Keep your legs raised forward a little bit ahead of time before you rest back onto RD's bed, so you can hide anything going on in your pants just in case it's apparent.

As soon as she grabs your ankles again, you resume your comparably pitiful display of sit-ups, only pulling off 7 this time... a single digit number.

RD's face indicates she's holding back laughter, but you laugh first on purpose so she feels more comfortable just letting it out.

"Don't worry, bro. You'll get there one day." RD puts an arm around you, now feeling a lot more comfortable. "As for me, though..."

Feeling the softness of RD's chest pressing into you was a heaven you didn't want to end as her strong arm was around your back. You just wanted to hold back onto her for safety from whatever dumb thing you could come up with as the sky outside gets darker.

But the moment unfortunately had to be interrupted in order for RD to do her next bunch of sit-ups.

You hold her ankles as she cranks out another 20 sit-ups, then makes it to 25, then 30. But then breathes heavily while falling back onto her bed.

This continues until the two of you have gone through 5 sets each, now with each of you unable to even get out 3 sit-ups by the end. which might have been intentional on RD's part to make you feel like you're more on the same level as her in the end.

You're still taken aback by the fact RD is sitting next to you with nothing stopping her from being fully topless except her slightly damp sports bra.

Both of you are breathing really... REALLY heavily until RD puts her arm around you again, now eyeing the dumbbells on her floor.

"C'mon, bro." She grabs your hand and guides it to her alluring abdomen. "Don't be scared. Feel them!"

All of the history the two of you have together feels like it's being lit on fire as your fingers begin to probe RD's bare skin, getting a good feel of her firm muscles underneath it.

"I've really been starting to chisel them out lately." RD tells you. "Takes a lot of hard work."

Instinctively, you begin to run your hand up and down RD's abs, since she practically invited you to do so anyway...

The fact you both are still breathing really heavily sparks a few implications in both of your minds, and you feel yourself start to stand up inside of your pants as you stay seated right up against RD.

"You jealous, bro?" Asks RD.

You nod, accidentally letting your hand linger a bit higher up than RD's toned abs. Her skin already has a slight coat of sweat, so it was a reasonable mistake, and she seems to understand then immediately after feeling your thumb brush along the bottom rim of her sports bra, still breathing heavily with you, almost sharing breaths with you with how close you're sitting together.

So much of you in on the verge of making a move right now, out of nowhere but raw primal instinct.

"It's fine, bro." RD tells you. "I like when you feel my muscles."

You're trying to figure out how to react.

Exploring

"You know you got nothing on these, bro." RD encourages your hand to land palm-flat on her firm abs.

After so many years of being secretly turned on by coincidental glances at her tummy, you're finally openly gazing right at it with nothing in the way, touching it with your nervous hands trying their darnedest not to tremble.

RD holds your wrist as though you're afraid to fully feel in acceptance how much stronger she is than you. That strong body RD has being so close in proximity to you is making you feel things you would usually tell yourself you're not supposed to be feeling. RD sighs slightly, but mainly out of pride.

Your hand is in the danger zone feeling that toned tummy of hers rising and falling to your friendly touch. Hoping to inspire you to sculpt yourself into shape just like RD.

Another major attraction of this exposed display, the beginning of the curve of her feminine hips entices you.

RD proudly flares her nostrils as her barely neck-length hair gently drapes over her jawline. She lets you humbly graze your hand along the ripples of her abs, slightly sucking them inward as her cautiously excited voice speaks to you. "Been working on these a lot..."

She's trying to keep this feeling like she's letting you probe your hand all over her muscular success, getting you all jealous of her, friend to friend. There's nothing wrong with one best friend bragging to another. Though, the slowness of your hand might be telling a different story, with one finger almost noticeably lingering over her bellybutton at one point. And... you're not sure if she noticed that.

Seeing her midriff completely bare and up close to you is getting to you in ways you can't keep out. The forbidden excitement just feels too right to have your barriers withstand against. You two are best friends, best friends get up close and personal all the time... maybe even like this. At least in your case.

Your mind keeps trying to re-trace itself back to all of the cool moments you and RD spent together, like the jukebox, and the video games with her prized corvette named Supercell. Things like that. Your best friend has amazing taste, and she really knows how to outrun you when you two jog through the neighborhood together as she encourages you to get into shape like her.

That didn't even need to be mentioned for your mind to realize that you had to re-trace your thoughts at all, indicating that this need is only further proof that you not only feel... attraction towards your best friend... but your said best friend is leaning into it.

"C'mon, bro. Admit you're jealous." RD is sure to keep the context definitely about that, showing off with an intentional flex of her upper arm.

You don't know how much longer you can have the strength to resist those... strong muscles. No wonder it'd be easy for her to wrestle you into submission if she pleases. Your core strength has already been compared to hers; there's no contest, you can't compete.

All you can really do is... admire...

"Dude, say it." She gets a slight blush after you spent a little bit of time letting your hand speak instead of your words.

It's starting to rear its head: the reality of what's actually going on between you two that won't be addressed so soon. Your best friend RD doesn't want this to get awkward. So she wants your voice to confirm that this is all just... a bro moment. You both are just bros who like the same music and the same video games, and she's taking you under her wing to help whip you into shape.

All of the history you have together thus far has solidified your platonic relationship as best friends who used to be sworn enemies, having learned to hang around one another more often, and tolerate the other's nonsense whenever it comes bubbling up. Taking... this kind of turn?

Hell, maybe you and RD have the same interest in her other friends... you both pretty much know why she took those creep shots of them on her phone. The excuses could pile up forever, but the truth won't change. RD... at very least... has a kinky side that seems okay with your hand on her firm tummy for this long.

You realize she's still waiting for you to say the words that'll take care of this implication hanging in the air between you two. The tension gets thicker, your breathing gets a little shakier and more audible again, this time from a different reason your hearts are speeding up.

They're speeding up for eachother...

Is it okay to... feel this way about your best friend?

...When did you two get close enough to be practically breathing in eachother's breaths like this?

RD's eyes are a mixture of worry that you haven't spoken yet and... something contradicting that...

Does she know how erect you are in your pants as much as you do?

"I'm... really fuckin' jealous, bro." You quietly blurt with your voice drenched in what you can't admit is arousal.

The nearly silent sigh of relief the two of you share sends a signal of agreement that you and her were feeling the same way from this encounter. But now it's okay, you said it was about you being jealous now. You're just jealous of your best friend.

You two can go play video games together later tonight after working out, being cool and tough together, chilling and vibing and... and...

You felt vindicated enough to embarrassedly go back to faintly stroking along her cute bellybutton. But only for a split second. She doesn't seem to notice... or mind...

But you both seem to give off the vibe that this may be dangerous for your platonic friendship... you two are supposed to be best friends, a couple of bros hanging out and getting strong together. You're afraid of nudging yourself down that slippery slope, but what you're reluctant to internally acknowledge is... why is it a slippery slope to begin with?

Something special has finally just been formally introduced between you and your best friend. The top of the slippery slope has already been reached.

And as you continue to press your fingers onto the stiff, unyielding muscle of RD's pack of firm abs through her soft smooth skin, while feeling so excited for yet inferior to her young virile body sitting right up against you... you're once again reminded of an undeniable fact: Girls can be strong and handsome too~

And even through all of this something else you're feeling, a twinge of jealousy can't help but poke its head out to greet you when you survey RD's delectable abs.

"You uh... wanna do push-ups now?" RD keeps her shy gulp silent as she tries to steer things into a 'cooler' direction again.

The heat in RD's bedroom feels like it went up, but you nod your head with your hands longing to go back to what they were just doing. There's this invisible... thing that feels like it's connecting you and RD as she stands up.

"I guess you don't need me to tell you can can do more push-ups than you too, yeah?"

"No need to rub it in."

"Well maybe it's good if I rub it in. Motivation is motivation, bro." She half-talks about the little episode with you feeling up her abs a minute or two ago as well to sort of validate how long it lasted.

There was a certain point in that where it stopped being just motivation, but you can't tell what point that would be.

You're just watching RD get into position to do push-ups right in front of you, admiring the shape of her body as she planks herself with her curves still unable to stop her feminine curves from standing out to you.

"1... 2... 3... 4... 5..." RD proceeds to show you how it's done.

Your mind is just slipping back into all kinds of thoughts about her, watching her body be parallel to the floor like that facing down in front of you. Having just felt such an enticing spot of her body, hands right up against her bare skin, opened a door that can't be closed back up.

You shuffle around at the foot of her bed as her attempt to take things back to where there were originally meant to go continues.

But something can't be undone now, and what's really coming next can only be postponed for so long; it needs to happen now, and both of you know it.

RD's shoulders and triceps put in a lot of work to get her closer and closer to 50 push-ups, the latter visibly flexing and looking like they'd feel nice to run your hands along as well. You feel this multi-layered admiration for RD's physical structure while watching her muscles actively at work before you.

The mere display of her before you is awakening so much inside of you. So much of something indeed.

But you already know she's doing it no play upon your apprehension to do some push-ups after she's done.

"You know, it's getting late. You wanna just go for a run now before all the stores and stuff close up? I'll bring a few bucks so we can get some gatorade together so you don't collapse into yourself and die." RD stopped at either 47 or 49, sitting on the floor with her legs crossed.

You feel a smirk react to her words before you realize it's on not only her face but your face too. "Maybe just get enough for one for yourself."

RD widens her eyes let out a little glow. "Ooh, is that you challenging yourself, bro?"

"Maybe it is." You heighten your tone in hopes she'll be proud of you.

An automatic instinct within you commanded you to play her game and appeal to all of the things she's been telling you. Seeing how much she has to offer really put you into a thirst of some kind, and it isn't for gatorade.

"I wanna see how long I can go without something to drink. Can't do that if I change my mind and cave in." You shrug coolly.

RD grins wider and firmly pats you on the shoulder. "I knew you had that fire in you. In fact, I'm not even gonna make you do any push-ups."

"But next time, you will. Right?"

"Yeah, but we'll see if you can prove yourself on your feet first."

RD caught your eyes wandering down, giving her a reminder of that vibe neither of you want to address that you both just felt very very closely. It's already clear to her that you've been glancing at her body... her tight, fit body, wearing nothing but her sports bra and spandex shorts to decorate her well-shaped features with.

Maybe she keeps her hair so short as a way to not have as much in the way of her form she's so proud of and you're so taken aback by. Because the view of her smooth rippled lower back touting a slight layer of glistening sweat as she faces away crouching down to get something just cannot be ignored to save your life. The way her hair looks so uneven above her strong shoulders adds to the ensemble for some reason... is it because it indicates that RD maybe cuts her own hair too?

Seeing that she's not the type to blow money on makeup and all that, it wouldn't surprise you if she was the same way when it came to blowing money on going to the hairdresser.

Another step to the side gives you a view of RD's glutes without the corner of her bed in the way. The day she sits in your lap would be the greatest day in your life up to that point. And as she turns back to face you, a certain part of you must have been physically expressing desire for that fantasy.

RD's eyes happened to wander down too as your mind was lost somewhere else.

"We're already sweaty, so might as well just get this over with and... yeah." She takes her mind off of something she noticed. "If you don't die on the way back over here, you can use the shower first... or I can... if you want..."

As RD trails off, you feel as though she's responding to something about you rather than you yourself.

You've been eyeing her sports bra this whole time, noticing the sight of those hard bumps showing through but distracted from RD's eyes catching wind of something similar. Even through the front of your pants, something's happening that RD took note of before you registered what was going on in your preoccupied mind that's still trapped in the gutter like a cluster of wet leaves.

All of those plans to go on a run together are currently up in the air as your libido begins to strongly magnetize closer towards what just happened between you two. It's already too late to undo what happened, too late to un-feel what you've felt.

"O-oh..." You finally register the powerful tension in the front of your underwear and pants.

RD already saw it; she's been seeing it for the past couple of minutes now, trying not to think about it in the wake of you having your hands on her bare midriff.

It feels like it's trying to burst out through your clothing... and looks like it is too.

"Hey, it's fine." RD steps closer to you, unable to help you use the morning wood excuse at this time of night. "I won't get mad at you."

Back at that other party you hadn't been invited to, RD's friends would have been whispering to eachother by now, and planning a way to ask you to leave. And RD's wearing less on her body than they were wearing on theirs.

Even though there's less clothing covering up what RD has going on, she ignores her urge to cover herself up when she puts two and two together regarding your hardness she can clearly see going on in there. Her eyes already tell you that she has no plans to make you leave, or even plans to leave with you at this point.

This time, the two of you start to silently suggest that maybe you can stay in here together for a while. While wanting to avoid talking about the actual things you want to do together.

Those firm bumps being made by RD's nipples just underneath that sports bra she's wearing become more obvious within the next minute of you two just standing there in this minute. RD quickly follows your gaze and realizes, but still doesn't seem to mind wearing so little right in front of her best friend. She understands.

Understands so much that she grabs your wrists after you started to cup your hands over your beckoning crotch she couldn't help but look at again.

"Bro don't sweat it." RD's voice drops to a more welcoming tone than her challenging demeanor. "It's just us here."

What got started is desperately trying to continue as immediately as it can, and both you and RD and clinging to your idea that you're best friends who happen to...

"I'm a perv too, remember? It's fine as long as it's just us in here." RD blurts before thinking about it, but still isn't opposed to what she said after it's too late.

"Well I..."

"You got a boner, dude. It's okay, it's not a big deal." RD puts an arm around you and pats your shoulder. "You're a guy, I'm a girl... it happens. It's fine if we're best friends, a boner's not the end of the world. We're already too close to care, right?"

"Yeah but..." You fumble at first but decide to just see where this goes. "Sorry I was looking at your..."

"I'm okay with it." RD quickly responds. "Don't worry about that, I understand how you feel. It's okay since you're not like, lying about it or anything."

"Okay..." You sheepishly nod.

"Actually, I forgot we still gotta move to those now." RD looks back over at the dumbbells on her bedroom floor. "Let's just both stay here, okay?"

"Alright."

You find yourself sitting at the foot of RD's bed as she fetches a couple of dumbbells to work out her biceps with (and probably shop them off to you again as well).

RD knows full well that this is equally her doing as it was yours. And more and more of her gets an un-ignorable urge to push things further on her own by the minute.

"Here." RD plants herself next to you and puts your arm around her for you, letting your hand find its way back to her abs.

Your fingers and palm instantly press themselves back onto the firm ripply surface of RD's toned tummy they missed so much in those several minutes that felt like forever.

"It's fine that you like my body. It'll motivate you to work on yours." RD begins to try to rationalize why she's doing this when she's about to work out her arms this time.

Both of your hands are exploring RD's core muscularity before you realized what you were doing. Her hot fit body gently pushes against your touch with each of her enchanted breaths as your run your hands along her skin in ways that are clearly more than just curiously feeling her muscles.

The dumbbells are set aside on the cushiony surface of the bed, not likely about to be picked back up within the next 20 minutes.

RD doesn't question why you aren't feeling her arms, and you don't question why she isn't even touching the dumbbells now. There was an initial intention to do something with them, but your hands slithering up her rippled back to her firm shoulders made her forget.

Her scent is right up against you along with her body as she intentionally bumps her hip into you.

RD's hands willfully guide your hands all along her body as she merely welcomes you deeper into this sleepover with her. You can't help but oblige with this intimate gesture.

It definitely isn't just jealousy you're feeling when you're examining RD's tight fit form with lingering hands that are still humble enough to limit their exploration.

Jealousy would have come back like this after the two of you started doing push-ups.

That moment when your breath was mingling with hers in the shrinking space between your faces returns, and the two of you find it harder to pull away as her eyes aren't as shy to meet yours when you both figure this whole... thing... out together.

RD's breath is about as hot as yours, and you're just waiting for it to start sounding shaky as the close proximity between you two comes to a head and makes you shake with excitement for one another.

RD, despite all of the evidence staring her in the face that this is a little bit more than just an innocent moment between best friends talking about fitness and whatnot, says something to keep up the illusion that all is nothing more than platonic between you two.

"Watch how much stronger I am than you bro." The usual rasp in RD's voice is softer than usual.

RD begins with playfully shoving at you out of a confused but welcoming excitement. Your touch must have left some kind of charge inside of her that’s spinning her gears and riling her up.

The fact that her sports bra and spandex shorts don’t cover much over all won’t change how much she’s heating up all over.

Your hands kept up this charade a little more when your fingers graze along the toned ripples of RD’s triceps you just saw in action. And they’re just as firm as you imagined they’d be.

Both of you figured that it would have less suggestive undertones when you did this, but now that your touch has graced her smooth skin as she purposely flexes her upper arms for you, you both discover that the heat of this moment has already spread too far to not be felt in every last bit of physical contact you make together.

"Guess we can't do much about these, huh?" RD peers down at her own chest, where her damp sports bra fails to hide how perky and stiff her nipples have become underneath. "No, no, no it's okay, bro. Go ahead and look." She shoves you again, prompting you to maybe shove her back as if you were both younger again and getting into a physical pushing match.

You push at RD lightly, eyes nervously locked onto how much she's poking through her sports bra for you, afraid to do much since you're in territory that would have been extremely unacceptable at that other party.

"C'mon, don't be a pussy, bro." RD continues to glance at your clear erection strongly stretching the front of your pants as she shoves you a lot harder than you shove her. "Scared you're gonna lose instantly?"

"Y-yeah..."

Welp, she literally invited you to do this. But it doesn't take long to find out why... because as soon as you try to push her back onto the bed, RD's expression turns predatory and all those muscles you just spent some time admiring are all set on being used against you.

A few flailing arms and kicking legs later and you're backed up against the wall on the side of the bed pencils and stuff would fall into the cramped unknown from.

That breathing RD has been doing right in front of your face quickened its pace, and her eyes are alight with a strong want that could pin you down all on its own if it chose to.

Your physically superior best friend lets your hands clasp her strong bare shoulders that tense against your fingers. RD can definitely feel your rigid erection very closely interacting with her noticeably meaty thigh, and the feeling of which makes you involuntarily twitch against her with an unintentional message that this contact is something you like a lot more than just a little bit.

"Give up?" RD taunt you, pinning you down to the bed after you voluntarily fall back onto her pillow in defeat.

She smiles wider in response to your careful nod.

"C'mon, bro. You gotta try to do something."

"What am I supposed to do against all... this?" You go back to running your amazed hands all up and down the noticeably built bumps and valleys of RD's modestly muscular arms.

An accidental moan escapes RD as her appreciation for your admiration of her body paints a deep blush onto her face.

"Sorry if I-mmph!" You instantly forget what you were about to probably get tongue twisted saying anyway.

RD couldn't hold herself back. The two of you were SUPPOSED to be lifting some dumbbells right now, or running laps around the neighborhood by now.

That's not what you're doing... things suddenly took a certain turn.

You're not sure if RD stole your first kiss away from being with someone else, or gave away her first kiss to you, or both.

But the soft collision of her lips with yours paralyzes you like a rattlesnake's venom seeping into a mouse. And that venom tastes like RD's saliva after this kiss deepens just a little bit more.

Now your breathing is closer than ever, tips of your noses brushing up against one another as your faces lean into one another.

RD lets out another soft moan in response to what she just did to you, before she finally releases you.

"..."

There's no going back, is there?

Beyond Exploring~

RD’s breaths are fire-hot.

She stares at you, slowly realizing what she just did. The two of you can taste eachother still, while processing this sudden new development.

Thrown into this intimate moment together with no preparation for whatever must come next at all costs.

The fact had been screaming at the two of you for so long, but you just let it linger until it finally introduced itself in the most un-ignorable way: you’re both extremely sexually frustrated.

All those times RD must have gratified herself to those images and videos of her friends have taught her how you feel about her right now.

She empathizes with your thirsty eyes drinking in the sight of the obvious bumps from her stiff perky nipples poking out through her sports bra~

RD understands why this turns you on, because she knows it turns her on too. The same exact way.

She remembers seeing in the girls’ locker room the same sight when her friends’ bras were too thin to hide their nipples from showing through. Or when they just didn’t have bras on at all and their tops couldn’t possibly hope to do the same job.

Those little moments of secret arousal now turned back around on RD as she rests upon her bed with you, wearing nothing else to hide from view the features of her soft perky chest except this increasingly easy-to-see-things-through sports bra…

The primal truth spills out between your intercrossing gazes upon one another.

RD always did figure you were ogling her body in addition to admiring her fitness, even long before tonight. She understood what her body was doing to you, having been familiar with feeling it too.

“Y-you’re supposed to try to stop me, dude…” RD fumbles in her justification with a deep blush intensifying on her face. “Bro like, what the fuck…”

She is about as convinced by her words as you are: 0%.

You barely make an effort at all to stop RD as she leans in for another kiss. Your hands only continue to glide up and down the smooth sides of RD’s bare midriff instead of attempting to push her off.

She already has you cornered and overpowered like she wanted, and her challenge for you to reverse this doesn’t mean much to either of y-

“Mmmmmph…” A muffled moan of continued approval escapes RD’s lips that once again softly lock with yours.

She didn’t even give you time to turn your face away; you wouldn’t have done so anyway.

The two of you just deal with eachother’s lips gently mashing together in ways that shower more warmth throughout both of your bodies. The taste of RD’s mouth again sneaks past your lips as you fail to properly accept the “challenge” of stopping your best friend and all of her strength from starting a make-out session with you.

The long second kiss you both knew you wanted soon breaks with a quiet wet popping noise.

“I… c-can’t believe you’re just letting me kiss you, bro!” RD huffs with poorly disguised arousal in her tone. “You’re not gonna like… do anything about it?!”

You try your best to communicate your silly excuse for a shrug to RD the best you can.

Both of you have silently agreed to a third kiss with your meeting gazes alone, but neither of you knew it until RD leaned in again. Your best friend challenges you to stop her from kissing you on the lips, but you both know what you want.

“You’re such a wuss, bro.” RD talks directly into your mouth between the soft locking of your gently mashing lips interrupting her. “Letting me do this to you. Mmmmmhh~“ Your best friend tries to ignore the wet smacking sounds your lips are making together… “You seriously mean you’re too weak to stop me from… mmmmmmhh~”

You breathe in her hot breaths, letting RD’s heat from her lungs enter your own lungs, sharing the fire that has always been burning between the two of you…

RD feels you not trying to stop her from “humiliating you in make-out defeat”, but accepting her smooching advances by kissing her right back onto her mouth.

Her muffled groans sink deeper into a passionate tone that takes over her usual rasp her voice has.

This is accompanied by her tongue finding it’s way over to yours, knowing this isn’t the alarming deterrent it’s barely even pretending to be. RD blindly waits for her own arousal to pass as though it’ll be out of her system after she stops kissing you… she knows it won’t, and ignores the possibility of caring right now. She just wants to see where this kiss can go, she needs it badly, more than she ever guessed, simply enduring her urges leading the way for now.

You’ve already let all of your defenses down for RD, more inclined to immerse yourself in the taste of her saliva now everywhere in your mouth.

Your best friend’s tongue is doing the opposite of scaring you… just making your own tongue respond positively up against hers. Her breath tickles your face as your hands continue to express their appreciation for her cute toned tummy’s smooth skin molded by her firm abs.

Your fingers joyfully dance across RD’s sexy bellybutton countless times, celebrating how she’s letting you feel her so intimately on her bed to your heart’s content. Her soft moans into your mouth quietly sound off her bubbling approval inside for how you admire her so.

The noise of the third kiss parting reflects just how deep you both you were just mouth-to-mouth tongue jousting~

The excuse of it being “competitive” can’t even hope to be used; your tongues were both cooperating together, not competing…

And the long bridges of saliva stretching between your mouths couldn’t be excused as something platonic between you.

“Bro…” Sighs RD with her lidded eyes lost in yours for what feels like over a whole minute.

You finally glance back down and discover your hands have moved up to your best friend’s soft chest… gently groping her through her sports bra~

The final strand of saliva breaks before RD notices your hands feeling her up in such a bold way.

This discovery does not make her jump or panic, and she only watches and feels your curious hands humbly squeeze her soft attributes just beneath the surface of fabric.

There’s no excuse to be grabbing her here that has anything to do with feeling how strong her muscles are. But RD just fails to hold back a quiet meep of hesitant approval of this… new admiration…

She knows she brought this upon herself when her own lustful advances could only go on so long without a response. She knows what this is, and now she’s the one refusing to stop the advances upon her own body she welcomes anyway.

Your thumbs instinctually graze across RD’s stiff nipple bulges poking through her sports bra during every other thirsty grope upon her soft breasts…

“So uh…” RD lets her bare cute toned tummy move in a little every time she speaks. “Can’t focus with that going on, right?”

She glances down at your erection now harder than it’s ever been in your entire life.

It's doing everything it can to try and burst through your pants, an upwards facing diamond rod that your pants and underwear can only do so much to attempt to push or hold down.

Only becoming more intense the longer you take in the soft handfuls of RD's barely clothed breasts responding wonderfully against your kneading fingers and grazing thumbs.

"You uh... y-you need help with that, bro?" RD's voice becomes audibly shaky as your horny touch seeps all the way to her heart and makes it race almost faster than when she was working out.

RD's breaths continue to be fire-hot.

Her barely-neck-length hair is now a little ruffled. The slightly messy look only complimenting your best friend's appearance as she moves her sexy toned tummy in and out with those fire-hot breaths, moving her strong shoulders back with her body subconsciously leaning into your sexual advances on purpose.

RD had never imagined herself responding this way to getting her soft tits groped.

She's not strong enough to stop herself from encouraging this coupling with you. Especially not after wearing herself out from working out in her bedroom with you.

You already have an amazing idea of what your best friend RD's bare breasts are going to look like, with her perky erect nipples already calling out to you through her sports bra.

She was already your supplier of illicit videos of her friends exposing their bodies, intending for you to masturbate to them like she had, and you know she did so to those videos in this bed. That's why she felt the most guilty about it here, because it's the scene of the crime. Part of you also almost figures it can recognize the scent of past self-love in these sheets you and RD shift around on, but maybe that's your libido reaching.

But she already knows that this is true, and she can see in your eyes that you figured it out. Not like it'd be hard to figure out anyway...

"...B-bro?" RD lets your hands continue to feel her up all over her body more and more sincerely.

The touching once again involves running your hands all over your best friend RD's muscles once again, but there's so much more lust in it this time.

You humbly but enthusiastically "examine" RD's fit and toned body to the unspoken command of your hormones agreeing with her not-so-secret desire for it. The two of you are wrestling once again like you had years ago, but now the fight in your best friend RD is intentionally no match for you. She still tenses up and flexes her superior biceps, letting her firm shoulders do the same and stiffen under the touch of your hand passing by on the way to her strong abdomen again.

RD lets you dominate her tight, slender muscularity. Hampering any potential from her strength and form to let you hang on to the upper hand while enjoying her awesome muscles and attributes all over her barely clothed body...

Her firm toned arms flex while her thighs do the same under your hands once they reach them. You can tell she takes good care of the strength of her legs too, with barely any give at all to the little moments when you squeeze and caress those smooth warm thighs RD always runs with.

RD wheezes and huffs without another actual word so far while your hands throughly feel her up all over her healthy body wearing nothing but a sports bra and spandex shorts. She's beyond letting you explore her, she's letting you claim her for tonight, despite her inner voice yelling at her not to lose.

But RD wants to lose. Badly.

Doing nothing to stop you from initiating the next kiss, RD allows you to gradually push her down to her own bed, already surrendering while barely even trying to pretend to try to overtake you instead. She's too aroused by the prospect of losing to her horny best friend to not see it as... hot~

"Mmh... mmmmmmph~!" Another aroused groan of approval bubbles out of RD into your mouth as your tongues have a very friendly rematch. Her hot breaths once again tickle your face.

When the kiss breaks, you speak to her. "I... needed it... for a long time..." You confess onto more bridges of saliva spanning between your and your best friend's mouths.

RD stares up at you in understanding, her vibrant short-ish hair sprawled about on her pillow like it always had when she pleasured herself when alone in this bed.

She's not alone this time.

"It's true... I got my first boner to your..." You continue your confession that wouldn't change even if you were dosed of ayahuasca.

"Bro... you did?" RD's lidded eyes blaze with delight to your confession, letting the long-time admiration of her healthy fit body from you finally reveal its true extent she knew she'd secretly love it reaching.

RD inhales as sharply as she can when she feels your hands passionately slide from the sides of her face to her chest, giving her soft perky tits another fun little couple of squeezes through her sports bra. She then feels your hands lower again to her bare rising and falling tummy, feeling each of her hot breaths with both your hands over her firm abs and bellybutton and your face above hers.

"I'll help you, bro." RD offers with wild lust burning in her eyes. "You got me pinned, I'll help you." She pauses for a second with a sly grin. "If you worship it first."

This invitation was the breaking point. You instantly lower your position to obey RD's request to worship her body, somehow already knowing what she meant. You both know you really wanted to anyway.

With puckered lips, your plant your face onto RD's bare toned tummy and kiss her firm abs and smooth skin all around her cute bellybutton. Your aroused best friend's sexy tummy rises and falls against your face more rapidly to her hot panting breaths, heated up for all of the lewd excitement she's feeling.

"C'mon, bro... show me you can earn it~!" RD's trembling voice challenges you, no longer pretending in this moment.

You show RD utmost appreciation for her smooth but toned tummy, wildly kissing it all over and making her bellybutton gently slap against your face over and over again in her breathy response to your worship of her. Your lips find no give from RD's abs, tongue taking in the tangy taste of her smooth skin so eagerly presented to you.

RD's glutes are initially soft when your hands squeeze her buttcheeks while tasting her tummy, but she tenses and and reminds you of her workout routines; RD's buttocks inside her spandex shorts has no shortage of its own muscle mass. She lets you pull her waist up against your chest before you quickly move your kisses upwards after she guides your hands back up to her chest so it doesn't miss out on the fun.

After all the times RD got off to her friends' exposure in this bed, it's finally time all of it comes right back around to her... it's her turn to be exposed and enjoyed. Her punishment.

Already knowing to do so, you hook your fingers underneath the bottom rim of RD's sports bra; she doesn't protest even as you start tugging it upward. Only lets out an almost pleading sigh of anticipation. "B-bro...?"

She allows her horny best friend she trusts to drag the bottom of her sports bra up little by little, bracing herself as her soft underboob slips out into view of you. RD doesn't even pretend to resist, or do anything to keep her bare breasts from getting suddenly exposed. She's nervous about it as she usually would be, but knows it's just you and her here.

The tension in her sports bra's fabric breaks, and RD's pair of soft perky tits slip all the way out, her fully exposed nipples just as sexy as you had always daydreamed about them. There's a couple of seconds of aroused silence as you stare at your best friend's naked breasts before you for the first time, not knowing what you would have planned to do after this point until you lower your face and lock your lips onto those perky erect nipples one by one to discover their equally tangy taste.

"B-bro~!" RD gasps with her soft bare breasts pushing further into your face as a result.

Arching her back into your worship, RD grabs the back of your head and allows you to express your appreciation of her breasts for her over the next minute or so. Her bare nipples are the most sensitive part of her you have done anything with thus far, and you make sure RD knows you've earned the release she wants to give you anyway.

Her areolae feel so sublime against your lips and tongue, remaining stiff and pert against your worship actively agitating them further but still getting pushed and flicked around enough to remind you of the joysticks of RD's console game controllers. Her body in your embrace has grown so heated as her breathing becomes intense and heavy, and through this, you refuse to let go of her.

The very second you feel RD bucking her hips up at you, you understand what she's physically trying to communicate.

Swiftly release her nipples after a couple of final kisses with a soft quiet pop each time, then continue down the front of her torso planting a line of kisses right down the middle with one landing directly onto RD's cute bellybutton. Your fingers grapple the sides of RD's tight spandex shorts, bringing a gasp out of her as soon as she feels you eagerly tugging the stretchy fabric down her wide hips bit by bit.

The more of RD's hips that are exposed, the more determined you become. Your eyes are met with the beautiful sight of RD's clearly visible cameltoe now obviously showing through the thin front of her spandex shorts hugging the most private part of her healthy fit body. You couldn't resist giving it an early kiss.

Unveiling more of her smooth skin, you peel the fabric of her lewd spandex down and inch closer to baring your best friend's most intimate region she ordered you to worship as well. The tight stretchy material is stubborn at first, until the sides finally come all the way off of her hips, and the back finally finds its way around RD's round enticing buttcheeks after a little groping assistance from your hands upon the folding rim of spandex.

RD's breathing becomes rapid and frantic, but she braces herself for...

She feels her spandex shorts drag away from her smooth crotch, letting her privates become completely exposed for you. You can't think of a way to react to seeing your best friend's vulva for the first time, or what to think of the fact that she's already noticeably wet between her softly pinched-together lips you just peeled her underwear away from.

But RD makes the most high-pitched sound you've ever heard her make the very instant your kiss meets the wet heat her vulva lips, colliding with her taste and making shockwaves of trembling arousal jolt her around.

"H-holy fuck, dude..." RD's voice sounds more... affected by you than it's ever been.

She's careful not to crush your head with her thighs when your mouth and tongue humbly do the same thing they did elsewhere, now with extra care in consideration for where they've ended up on RD's beautiful body. There's an overload on information going through your head as you feel more things happen, but there's one thing you know for certain: eating RD out is the most body-worship RD could have asked for.

You've let yourself under the hood of this sports car, and she revs wildly as you service her in the most intimate and personal way in order to earn your release in return. RD's breathing picks up its pace once again, and you can feel her experiencing her shockwaves that you caused.

RD's mind doesn't know where to go, not even thinking about why in the fuck is she doing this with her best friend, getting all... like this... with him...

It doesn't take long for you to need to gasp for air, but, RD pulls you closer to herself as soon as you do so.

Her spandex shorts must have been bunched below her knees for longer than you can remember. RD lies on her back, all of her good laid out and exposed before you as you now mercifully loom above her with lustfully lidded gazes being continuously exchanged between you.

The charade that this is just a best friend helping a best friend out got lost in what this has become, but it's still wandering around and trying to find its way back home: a way to justify this. Neither of you are sure why this is the case, but it feels erotic enough to roll with even if just for fun.

As your hands freely roam RD's sexy exposed body in the throes of her hot labored breathing moving her around before you, your best friend's hands find their way to the front of your pants where you need to be freed

"Don't worry, I got you, bro." RD lets you admire her healthy exposed body, playing around with anything you so desire to.

It doesn't take a lot of effort for RD to free the erect meat that started all of this to begin with, finally letting the culprit loose for its fate. RD takes a long gander at it, not sure what to think of it at first as your urgently erect member stands free and proud. She slowly understands what she wants from it, knowing the budding nature starting to swell within her as it whispers to her with silent commands to wrap her fingers around it.

Pretending this is just her helping her best friend with his... situation. "I gotchu, bro. I gotchu." RD couldn't sound cool about it if she tried.

She doesn't at all mind the focus solely being on her own body. RD's sexy, healthy, fit body that's superior to yours in every way.

A rush of excitement flows through her as her fingers wrapped around the velvety hardness of your shaft instinctively stroke your skin back and forth, making your twitch and her chuckle giddily in response to your little reaction to that.

"I got you, dude. Just relax." RD breathes a little slower now as she lets your eyes continue to drink in the beautiful sight of her bare body now fully excited to be laid out before you on her bed.

All the times you had beat off alone thinking about your best friend RD you didn't tell her about, are now eclipsed by her actual body being right here before you. And RD herself is doing it for you. It's hard to wrap your head around this, that the same girl who gave you your first boner, whom you've fantasized about in your bed, now let you "defeat" her in her own bed and not only lets you see her naked and directly gratify yourself to her without pictures needed, but she herself is stroking your erect length to her for you~

"I love to help you out, bro." She sighs through thinly veiled arousal for not only you but her own state of nudity and horny compromised-ness. "Don't worry, I gotcha~..."

It's like she already knows how close you're gradually getting as the minutes go on.

Both of you are feeling equal levels of impatience as RD masturbates your member with a very slow and steady increase in her motions. Back and forth just a little bit faster and intensely.

You're now speaking back and forth without words, through your gestures alone as RD begins to stroke you with enough force to make her naked breasts sway back and forth for you as she lies on her back below you.

You accept this silent physical invitation and lovingly grab her soft perky tits once more, making RD quietly moan against her desire to stay "cool" about this and huff out her chest up into your thirsty groping, all fueled by her persistent rubbing on your hard shaft.

"You like this body?" She grunts, her tone dripping with poorly disguised arousal.

"I love it." You grunt back, caveman-mode brain dead set on base urges for your horny and naked best friend.

"Cum on it." RD commands you. "You so want to."

"F-fuck..."

"C'mon, bro. We're both depraved, here." RD bites her lip with fervor as she watches precum begin to leak out of you. "Cum on me."

That sight of your precum intrigues RD into finding out what else she can make your manhood do for her.

She rubs you faster, making sure you can't chicken out of this part of your workout together. No backing out without finishing what you started this time, you're following through with RD to the end of this moment.

"Cum on, do something really kinky, dude." RD urges with her motions again intensifying.

She couldn't help but do so after seeing the look on your face making her feel some type of way inside.

"Impress me, bro."

Your breathing has matched RD's hyperventilating; you're breathing in eachother's breaths without even needing your faces so close together this time.

RD can feel how close your getting just as well as you can. Even without ever having done this before, she can tell what's happening through raw instinct alone. She knows that increasing twitching means something, and she loves it, and wants to make it happen more.

"Hurry the fuck up already!" RD finally snaps and does everything she can with her rubbing to get you to ejaculate onto her perfect healthy and fit body. "Fucking cum already, bro!"

Can't disobey your personal trainer.

With a thrust of your hips, you lower your leaking glans to right above RD's cute bellybutton that softly mashes with it every time RD breathes in. There's a thin strand of your precum that spans between your tip and RD's bellybutton with every sigh she lowers her sexy toned tummy with, evidence that you're already starting to make a mess with her before the point of no return can even be crossed.

"There?" RD's eyes light up. "Oh FUCK, that's hot~!" She rubs and strokes you with all her might, slightly raspy tone getting almost embarrassingly desperate. "Fuck, bro. Go! Cum~! Holy fuck, yes~!"

Your best friend RD had nudged you past the point of no return before you even had a chance to get there on your own terms... doesn't matter, you were about to anyway.

"Oh fuck! Fuck!" RD feels your meat lock up in her wantonly churning hand, ready to give you the first stage of closure for something that's been eating away at you for years.

It's no longer within your control, and RD knows it.

She excitedly braces for impact, and gleefully cheers inside when your pumping cock unloads thick, hot and powerful gushes of pent-up semen directly onto and into RD's bare cute bellybutton.

You don't remember what noises you made, but you know what noises RD is making. Those begging squeals of excited delight as she watches your ejaculation explode all over her cute vertically stretched bellybutton is something you'll never forget for a long as you live.

The murky amalgamation of hot cream pooling in and around RD's bellybutton signifies the end of the beginning of this beautiful... thing you and your best friend RD have started together.

You're not even sure when it was RD stopped her shakeweight exercise on your meat to help you aim better, but you know you got a bullseye regardless, and she loves feeling your underside's continued swelling against her fingers that respond positively to that.

The room would have been silent had it not been for your collective heavy breathing that fills the warmed air. It's cool enough outside for the glass of RD's window to visibly fog up. You didn't notice this until you and her started lying in her bed together.

"We just got so..." RD exhaustedly comments. "...mushy together."

"I know."

"Bro, that was so..." She holds you tighter. "Why did we get so mushy?" She tries to cringe at it but can't deny how much she not only loved it but encouraged it to happen on purpose.

She looks at the posters on her wall with a slightly embarrassed blush, as if those cars and stuff have an aura that expected her to be "cooler" than getting all "lovey-dovey" with her best friend like that.

Are Corvettes allowed to be cool in a sexual way? This is what RD wonders to herself as your afterglow spreads to her through your sincere embrace onto her naked body you beyond-proved your beyond-admiration for.

This just felt so different from all of the times she got herself off to those videos on her phone. When she was playing with herself alone in her room, in her bed.

But she wasn't alone in her bed this time.

"That was fucking amazing though, man." RD lets out a long sigh with her eyes rolling up to the ceiling, now again trying keep everything under that cool vibe she wants to revive.

"I needed that."

"Glad I could help you out with tha- WHA!" RD is cut off by the sudden thud of the dumbbell falling to her bedroom floor about 21 minutes after it was placed onto the covers.

A moment of actual silence this time ends to inevitable fits of laughter shared between you and your best friend RD.

"Hey..." RD snuggles closer to you. "We should do more next time~"

"More as in what?"

"Oh come on, dude. You really think we're gonna let this end with just you cumming on my body?" She scoffs with a grin, keeping her demeanor in tact. "You still gotta earn the rest."

"Does this mean I gotta go on another run with you?"

"Weren't you going to anyway?"

"...Yeah. But like..."

"But what?"

"Anything about it change? Now that we..."

"We uh, were just about to do a night run right before this, right?"

"I remember that." You half jokingly recall from what now feels like forever ago, glancing down at the dumbbell now resting on the bedroom carpet.

"I think we need to cool off anyway."

The two of you stare at one another for a brief moment.

"So..." You resume.

"Well, we're not gonna shower until after we run, right?"

"What do I earn if I endure another run with you... right now?"

RD grins deviously at you. "A shower." She leans in closer. "Where we'll have act 2." She leans in even closer. "Where we can trade virginities~"

Maybe she doesn't realize she likely already gave hers to you, but you're all in regardless anyway.

Let's Get Used To Each Other

The night is still young.

So are you and your best friend RD, already feeling the life you’re going to share together as though all of it already happened, despite the fact neither of you have even turned 20 yet.

The life you’ve gone through so far already feels pretty jam packed with more than enough twists and turns, at least to the two of you so far.

Both of you are convinced that you didn’t just now share a “mushy moment” together where you did things that aren’t as cool or badass as doing a backflip on a bike speeding off of a ramp over five buses. You watch your best friend quickly go back to upholding her usual tough and hardcore demeanor that’s temporarily done being out on hold tonight.

That same boyish attitude from her that you used to hate whenever she got arrogant or territorial with you. The same side of her that brags about defeating you on the soccer field with a stride that carries a self-pat of the back for even cutting her own hair.

That’s some wild confidence she has there, way too much for one person. And all of your friends could see it. It must have been hard for RD to make friends with other kids in the neighborhood back in the day; the girls all wanted to do things she thought were soft and lame, and the boys didn’t want her to join them in doing the things she actually thought were cool and fun.

How wouldn’t she eventually build up a resilient, self-reliant personality that resisted social rejection of a girl acting and dressing like a competitive boy? A dandelion that grows out of a crack in the sidewalk is a tough fuckin’ dandelion. RD was weathering everything from thunderstorms to bike tires within a year or two, she even held her vulnerability inside when you had screamed at her in anger that one day.

That felt good at the time, a recollection you no longer even understand how you could possibly feel that way about RD. The room where all of that baggage was let go of in is up the stairs behind you as you gaze at her in disbelief of how much you used to despise her, the memories feeling like a different timeline or simply another person’s point of view to you now.

That other person being more normal in not wanting to hang around someone who messes with you and pushes you around out of some sense of superiority or self-importance. That girl you once again step outside with whom you used to never dream of going near this front door with.

But even with that, you still had a bit of a physical moment with her that one day that made you feel funny in a way that you didn’t know what it was yet… and out of every girl it could have been, it just HAD to be RD. It just had to be her presence and appearance to be what finally awakened something in you. There was no going back after that.

The rest of your friends moving away and leaving you alone in the neighborhood with this girl has been a blessing and a curse, and not in that order.

You almost want to kick yourself on every step down the scarcely lit sidewalk at night for not staying angry at her and not being able to keep hating her after various signs that she was still trouble for you. After she broke your video game console, among other things. You were almost free of her, back on the other side of this where you felt completely different than you feel now.

But no matter how mean she was to you, part of you just kinda started wanting to kiss her over time, but you didn’t want to admit it to yourself. Not even when your daydreams about RD ventured… much further than only kissing her.

RD’s simply got to be bad for you, you just know it.

The way she didn’t think the whole party thing all the way through when you wanted to hang out with her friends, the way she took those dirty videos of her friends but showed you as if it was no big deal, the way she…

The way she runs in front of you while she leads the way makes you never want to get past her.

Funny how this isn’t any different from how you’ve always felt about her beating you at video games; there’s just something sexy about even her attitude, at least to you right now.

Maybe that’s just the part of you talking that’s under her thumb after the strong bonding that was shared a little less than an hour ago. But RD always winning and ending up on top just feels too right when it’s between you and her. That’s why it was hard to tell her about it when she was clearly in the wrong due to the lack of guardrails in her mindset she had developed.

This girl can’t be good for your well-being, but you just can’t pull yourself away from her anymore. You’ve spent so much time around her that even the worst of her personality has grown on you, which is more than you can say regarding the worst of anyone else’s personalties.

Doesn’t mean she can’t still be a pain in the ass.

“You better not be getting tired already!” RD glances over her shoulder for a brief moment before disappearing around a corner.

It takes you several seconds to make your way to that same corner yourself, and that was apparently long enough for RD to make it to that next corner around a moderate-height hedge lining someone’s driveway.

She managed to outpace you this much even after packing a small bag full of whatever she apparently needed for the run this time. Part of you had expected her to make you carry it for her like shopping bags at the mall, but that doesn’t even sound lik-

“RAAHH!” RD materializes out of nowhere with her hands raised like claws of a tigress ready to tear you to shreds ~~again~~.

The way you yelped and jolted back sent RD into a momentary fit of cackling at you until you swallowed your heart back down from your throat.

"Don't get caught slackin', bro!" RD grins ear to ear to the sound of your wheezing. "C'mon, you gotta try to pass me! I'll go easy on you so you can do it."

"Oh fuck you, you got me..." You huff with your sweaty palms planted on your weak knees.

"Fuck you harder, bro~." RD smirks, keeping her tone indicating that she meant that in a platonic way despite the past event she's too cool right now to acknowledge the existence of.

"Well my heart's beating even faster now." You laugh along with her.

"That's the spirit." RD pats you on the lower back, notably close to your rear almost as though she was aiming for there but went a little too high. "Glad I can motivate you, dude."

With that comment, she is off once again, leading you to pursue her in the dark along the slightly rugged hedge lining the sidewalk you run on.

Might as well just weather the storm now.

You're begging your lungs not to collapse as you try your best to keep up after several more minutes of this fuckin' running thing you decided to do tonight. Step upon step across the pavement of the sidewalk doesn't make your feet hurt as much as it starts to make your ribcage hurt from the wheezing breaths entering and exiting you.

There are a few instances in which you could have sworn you heard RD snickering, but this doesn't register much with you since you're the one behind her back and not the other way around.

After several further minutes of running, you've already long forgotten about it in the wave of exhaustion that comes rushing in as your limit approaches. The boundary of your physical limit is probably right around the corner at the end of this long winding block.

The supposed snickering coming from RD sounds like it isn't going away, and is getting louder. You're starting to wonder if it's because you're falling behind further and further. That'd be the only way you'd still be able to hear it in the first place.

"Hey..." You pant with too much air rushing through your voice. "Wait up!"

"You have to go PAST your limit!" Urges RD. "C'mon, damn it! I can't torture you all night now!"

"I thought that's what you were trying to do!"

"You're not done until you hate me a little bit again, dude." RD challenges. "Go past your limit already! Catch up!"

Yeah, good luck with that at this point.

As soon as it gets to the point where you're two streetlights apart, you contemplate just walking back. But this thought doesn't last long in the fact that you're not going to get your "reward" if you give up now.

Keep your head tilted upward as the breeze brushes up against your chin, wheezing towards the pitch black sky that gets seldom interrupted by a glowing hum emitting from streetlights that sometimes light up a tree or side of a house that's close enough to it. Everything around you looks so tranquil and calm and yet you are sweating and dying as you once again push your body's limits as to have far you can run in one go. Your soreness has been making you almost numb ever since about halfway into this run so far.

You're not doing as well as you thought you would, though your expectations were to do just well enough to get into the shower with RD after all of this is over.

RD must have actually listened to your request to wait up, because you know for a fact you haven't been running fast enough to catch up to her without RD herself slowing down for you. A few streetlights illuminating your positions later and you're finally able to be in the same lit up circle of grass, concrete and asphalt as RD once again. And the closer your proximity to her becomes, the more you're starting to subtly expect her to begin to mock you for giving up and not applying yourself.

But if she's sweating just as much as you are -and it looks like she is- then you've probably stuck around for enough of this for the two of you to share fun-time together in the shower.

"Thanks for not dying on me yet, bro." RD glances back at you with a proud grin between worn out huffs. "See if you- OH MY GOSH!"

"What?"

"Behind you!" RD's glare turns almost horrified as she looks down towards the ground behind you.

You could barely see it after turning around, but enough could be seen to trigger your fight of flight response as the dark slithery form of what looks like a snake rests on the light sidewalk behind you. As soon as you start to move away from it, it immediately begins to pursue you.

"The fuck is that?"

"Bro, that shit's probably venomous. Don't go near it!"

"Oh fuck... oh fuck!"

When you pick up the pace, so does the snake, like it's trying to hunt you down despite how much clearly larger you are than it. That would definitely mean that it has venom to take down prey larger than itself, right?

It's surprising that you were able to even think about it that much at all, and you take off running while watching RD flee away from the snake on the sidewalk as well. She's not too keen on staying behind for you so much this time.

You almost got a good look at it when it was directly in the streetlight's glow... and that snake is shiny and almost as pitch black as the sky above outside of a red-purple hue it has to it, which spells out bad news if Kill Bill is any frame of reference to go by. But you had to get back to watching where you were going lest you trip over something sealing your fate.

Despite your immense exhaustion, you absolutely must outrun this thing, and it's not like a person can't run faster along a completely flat surface than a snake can slither. But as soon as you are back in the darkness, you can't see where the damn thing went.

So you simply keep running in the same direction regardless, as fast as you can, against your body's limits and pleas to stop.

Making sure this thing isn't right behind you, you continue glancing behind yourself just in case your luck ran away tonight and you have to try and catch back up to it as out of breath as you are.

Just barely in the darkness, thankfully since the sidewalk's pavement is so light-colored, it's a little easy to see to see the shape of the snake that's almost the length of your arm.

Your legs and lungs are screaming at you to just walk away from the snake instead of run, but this doesn't fare well as the snake is very clearly approaching you... you have to run.

There's no describing how much you hate having to pound the pavement with your shoes like this after wearing yourself out to such a painful degree. You can only go a few steps before your whole body feels like collapsing each time, but you keep going and going and going anyway. Looking back, you realize that the snake is still lurking in the shadows after you, weirdly determined to bite you or at least approach you.

"Fuck!"

It meanders closer to you, not seeming deterred by anything in this world or the next from making its way to you. You have no other choice to to at least try to stomp on it before it can bite you, not even paying attention to where RD might be in this moment. If anything, she better be getting ready to help you fight this thing off before someone has to call an ambulance or something. Are both of your phones back at her place? This can't be happening.

This can't be happening.

Where did RD go anyway? Your lagging brain partially starts to pick up on this as your instinctual reaction is still to keep persisting.

Menacingly, the snake inches ever so closer to you as you collapse to the ground wheezing in exhaustion and fear, no longer able to even respond in any other way at this point. Your vision has spots in it, your body has given up, and you're faced with the ugly choice of accepting your fate as you don't even have any stamina to lift your arm, let alone your leg to stomp on this thing. Just sit here and pray that this isn't real.

Well, prayer answered?

A barely visible string brushes against your arm, and it points directly at the now stationary snake that stopped moving towards you as soon as you fell.

Following the string with your finger to the back of your shorts, you take only a couple of seconds to put two and two together.

"Oh FUUUUUUUUUUCK you!!" You holler with your voice only able to raise to a hollow whisper as you double over in ashamed but vengeful hyperventilation.

RD's cackling unsurprisingly follows, but from an unexpected direction... the direction from which you came.

"You're... fucking... evil for that!" You roll around on the sidewalk, uncaring of how brutal the rough, solid concrete feels against your side and cheek.

"You ran right past me, bro!" RD gawks at you with an amazed stare that overshadows her mocking one. "Holy shit, I knew you could hustle."

"Wha... what the he..." You already feel like roadkill lying here like this, wheezing gulps of the cool night air. "Oh, fuck you for that!"

RD's laughter continues, but as another part of her stays impressed with how quickly she apparently saw you sprint out of nowhere. You hadn't even realized how fast you were going.

"F-fuck, y-" You start again as she sits you up.

"I know, fuck me, dude. You're right to say that this time, that was a dick move." RD holds back some more laughter. "You fucking ran HARD though, man!"

After a few minutes of you two resting in the grass after moving to the side from the sidewalk, RD starts to tell you how proud she is of you after you catch your breath.

"Congrats, dude. You don't have to run anymore, I'll just wind down with a bit of a workout session and we'll... head back." She winks. "You fuckin' earned it now, bro~"

Several more minutes pass until you're able to stand up again, but you're proud to do so, but lightly punch RD in the arm for that cruel little stunt she pulled off back there. She takes it with a grin and lets you strangle the cute little rubber snake in your grip.

You don't yet have enough energy to stay on your feet, and rest yourself back onto the curb with the rubber toy in your hands while RD paces around taking deep refreshing breaths and stretching her toned arms. You look around to see if anyone turned their lights on in response to the brief shouting they surely must have at least slightly overheard from inside.

"Before you say it, no I won't do that again." RD tells you with a bit of panting in her voice herself. "Congrats, though. I'm your fitness trainer now."

"O... kay..." You smile and give her a thumbs up, already plotting your playful revenge.

You're not entirely sure what she meant when she said that, it's not like she wasn't already your fitness trainer. Maybe she means that she's going to start being your fitness trainer more seriously? The sweat on her skin shines in the glow of the overhead streetlight behind her as you watch her chest huff in and out from both laughter and exhaustion. Her messy hair flings around as she shakes her head rapidly back and forth after letting out a loud sigh before gazing back down at you.

"I got a couple of dollars on me. Want me to get you something to drink?" You hot fitness trainer extends her hand down at you, offering to pull you back onto your feet.

"We can just have more orange juice at your place, though." You're starting to get more eager to get back to where that shower is as quickly as possible... if something you're thinking of doesn't end up panning out...

"Well I think we might be closer to that convenience store." RD looks around for a street sign she's sure is in the dark somewhere. "We can just walk back to my place when you're ready, if that works. Just sayin', it'll be less walking if we go the other way first."

"I think my mini heart attack recharged me a little but thanks."

"Awesome, bro." Your hot fitness trainer notices your eyes wandering a little bit on her, but simply takes in the attention you're giving her.

"You still have energy in you?" You ask. "You can get yourself something if you want."

"Me?" Scoffs RD. "I can go waaaaay longer without a Gatorade. Trust me."

"...I believe you."

"Follow me, I'll work up one last sweat, and then we can head back and hit the showers." Your hot fitness trainer gestures you to follow her.

"What, you're gonna show off again?" You raise an eyebrow at her.

"Uh, yeah?" Your hot fitness trainer RD stands with one hip jutted out and one hand planted onto it, letting you check out her bare glistening tummy. "Cause I know you're jealous anyway. C'mon, bro. You know it."

"Jealous is... part of it." You admire her toned tummy before moving your eyes a little upward to notice slight bumps from her erect nipples poking through her damp sports bra against the cool air making them react.

You momentarily follow her, now casually strolling down the sidewalk at night with your fitness trainer RD as she begins to touch up on the topic of marathons and [x meter] dashes. Neither of you walk for very long, and stand around talking together after several more minutes, but you're both on your way back to her place already.

Being in close proximity to her now has you paying more attention to her features once again... Such a fit and sexy girl just waiting for your eyes to admire her form she's worked so hard on for so long.

There's this silent agreement between the two of you that there's something incredibly lewd about pretending you haven't gotten dirty together yet, like she's just your fitness trainer congratulating you on a great jog and now wants you to join her in working out a little more if you'd like. And you're starting to feel more and more in the mood by the minute the longer you're this close to your hot sweaty fitness trainer...

There’s something about the way your fitness trainer looks that just drives you wild.

She’s talking about your cardiovascular system and how you need to whip it into shape over the course of a couple of months… but your circulatory system is whipping something in the front of your shorts into shape just for her over the course of a couple of minutes.

You’ve always felt a strong connection to that smooth flat tummy of hers, eyeing how she has it completely exposed for you with so much bare skin of her fit feminine curves on display.

She’s very proud of her body, probably not aware of how much arousal it truly makes you feel to see so little clothing on that healthy form of hers.

You can envision her nudity with accuracy from this, not having to do a lot to undress her with your eyes while forgetting everything she’s saying in the powerful wave after wave onslaught of distracting sexual thoughts.

She noticed you very blatantly ogling her… but does nothing about this. Doesn’t even give you the classic “eyes up here” or anything of the sort.

Your hot fitness trainer simply lets you stare and stare and stare…

She must know it’s at least partially sexual from the way your eyes are curiously checking out, and where they’re constantly going on her delicious body.

You’re definitely acknowledging and admiring how healthy your fitness trainer is too. You’ve noticed that for sure. Softly blended abs intertwined with her fitness are her beautiful sexual attributes that are making you get all hard for her.

Your fitness trainer’s firm and noticeable abs are a feature of her smooth flat tummy. Leading to the widening curves of her sexy hips hugged a little tightly by the stretchy waistband of her conforming spandex shorts.

The skin of your fitness trainer’s thighs is smooth, and there’s a delightful balance of softness and firmness from her muscles that you’d love to run your humbly massaging hands up and down the lengths of…

Your fitness trainer’s covered but still decipherable buttcheeks have a similar balance of softness and firmness. You confirm this with a few grabs of your hands reaching around to behind her as she’s talking to you. Your hot fitness trainer has so many sexy squeezable features she takes very reasonable care of.

Her reaction to you suddenly reaching around and groping her is a lot more positive and approving than if it were any other girl. She does trail off and stop what she’s saying, but her voice fails to stop a hint of delight slip out before falling silent as she feels your curious hands start to enjoy her body.

Maybe the excuse that you’re just feeling how in-shape she is can be used at first. Except for when your bold squeezes onto her ass linger and become obvious your just feeling her for pleasure and arousal. But she doesn’t want to protest, and consensually allows you to continue eagerly exploring her sexy body~

She could already see the tent giving away how erect you’re getting for her. But now she can feel your obvious erection prodding up against her as her hips subconsciously magnetize towards yours… your crotch makes it clear what you want while bumping into her crotch with nothing between the natural conclusion to this request but a couple of layers of fabric… There’s no more pretending she doesn’t know exactly what this really is.

Your welcomed sexual advances upon your hot fitness trainer continue, saying more than you’d be able to get across with words right now.

Your fitness trainer’s smooth toned tummy breathes in and out against your hands that started caressing her bare midriff up and down. You’re really, really examining how smooth and kissable her still slightly glistening skin is.

Already kissing your fitness trainer’s sexy bare tummy with your hands, you gently drag your fingertips over her cute bellybutton you’ve gotten so familiar with. She sucks her tummy in a little when your touch tickles her, a hesitant but excited approval of your lustful examination of her noticeably toned abs.

When you go back to flat-palmed caressing, the slender and curvy volume of your hot fitness trainer’s bare midriff is all yours for the taking in this moment. Her breaths become longer and more drawn out to your hands gliding up and down her exposed midriff’s soft, smooth skin.

There’s less give from her firm muscles when your hands push against them, a lewd testament to your hot fitness trainer’s stubborn hard work on herself over time.

RD has become weak to this kind of contact, this kind of explorative admiration.

Your hands are sure to give her strong arms and shoulders attention too, with a lustful grip that starts by holding both of her hands with fingers interlocked for half a minute, then moves to her wrists and up her forearms where the muscle really starts up, then begins to gently squeeze a few times after grazing past her elbows and feeling her firm upper arm muscles, with her biceps responsively flexing against your thumbs and her triceps responsively flexing against your four opposing fingers…

Your hot fitness trainer’s eyes light up while locked with yours as your hands move to her firm shoulders and gently massage them. She licks her lips before uttering out a couple of words again:

“How do you really want our training session to go?” Her voice feels quietly wanting in a way that’s poorly kept a secret.

You want to kiss her lips she just licked~

Your hot fitness trainer’s question is answered very honestly… with an initially gentle but sustained kiss after kiss between her lips and yours you initiate. This answer becomes even more honest when your curious hands move to groping your fitness trainer's soft pair of tits through her sports bra~

She mentioned this like this was still just a training session where you’re comparing her fitness to yours, but that lie came out of the same mouth that now kisses yours back little by little. You shamelessly grope your hot fitness trainer’s soft rack more sincerely as you indulge in the taste of her lips she just licked for longer and longer into this “training session”…

It’s a date, now~

You’re already fully erect while on this date with your hot fitness instructor…

“Mmmmhh~” She unintentionally moans into your mouth as her not-so-secret approval of your advances slips out again, turning into groans as the liplocking deepens and deepens~

You can feel your prodding tongue eventually find her tongue… it's barely been more than an hour or two since the last time, but she already missed this so...

Your hot fitness trainer can’t help but lean into you while your hands eagerly feel her up. This date now consists of your roaming hands feeling up your hot fitness trainer all up and down her exposed tummy and lower back whenever not lustfully copping a feel of her soft boobies through her sports bra~

Your hot fitness trainer gradually begins to encourage you to redouble your sexual advances upon her mouth and body…

Your grazing fingers can still feel your hot fitness trainer’s sexy cleavage through the thin clingy fabric of her dark elastic sports bra. Your playful grabbing and kneading of her supple breasts through her small top is making her perky nipples underneath start to harden again in response~

"Wanna chase me~?" RD coos.

Neither of you had to say anything more... and you're once again after her, and she's making sure not to get too far ahead... not even after several more minutes of tiring running.

Following your best friend and fitness trainer RD down another street, you can’t stop wheezing in exhaustion as you keep up with her. But you can’t keep your eyes off of her luscious buttocks getting hugged by those conforming spandex shorts of hers.

You can hear her wheezing in exhaustion too as she runs ahead of you. You’re determined to stay caught up with RD, eyeing her fit body up and down every time you see her under another streetlight like a spotlight on her in a vast pitch black stage...

Your shadow stretches forward towards your sexy fitness trainer RD as you leave the glow of the streetlight after her, almost like it's reaching out to grab her and claim her like she secretly wants you to.

Her damp hair is too short to move around a whole lot, but her thighs and buttcheeks are putting on a bit of a show for you. Shaking a little to each impact of her steps.

You recognize where the two of you are headed as she begins to drastically slow down to a walk. RD turns onto the small path leading to the new playground, huffing as her eyes lock onto the monkey bars.

"C'mon, you really surprised I wanted to stop here?" RD glances back at you with a knowing grin, widening it immediately after seeing yours. "We're always gonna hang out here, dude."

So this is where the two of you are going to continue having fun being horny and dumb together.

RD deliberately swings her hips to each step, knowing your eyes are drinking in every last bit of her sexy awesomeness. Without another word, RD menacingly saunters over to the monkey bars and leaps up to grab them. But there's not enough energy in her to even do more than three pull-ups...

But knowing that you're not only watching her, but there's also enough of the orange glow from the nearby lamp post reaching her to make it clear how many pull-ups she's doing, RD struggles on in order not o be caught slipping right in front of you.

"Urgh!!" RD sneers at the metal bar above her nose before grumbling with surprised determination that can't quite bring energy out of her that doesn't exactly exist right now. "Damn it..."

You can see the muscles on her arms tightly flexing as she does anything she can to do another pull-up. RD eventually makes it to either five or six pull ups before she's doing more shaking than pulling. This is it, that limit of her own that she pretends every day isn't there, so long as she gets to get across to you that she's invincible and an unstoppable force of nature to be reckoned with.

You, meanwhile, are still pitching and erection in your pants just for RD... and you don't want to wait any longer, taking her already sent out invitation to "join" her workout session.

You strike while her strong tired arms are occupied, grabbing her from behind and ambushing her sweaty sports bra with a grab.

Her sweaty palms slip off of the bar they were holding, she lets out an excited yelp, her soft chest underneath her invaded sports bra delectably gives way to the greedy kneading of your hands. You manage to bearhug RD from behind with the side of your face sliding against her slippery, slightly rippled back before you gradually take her down to the ground with you.

Your hands intensify what they were just doing, which makes RD nervously squeal in response to you bold and sudden advances. She doesn't realize what's happening until a few seconds of horny struggling expire to the feeling of the cool nighttime breeze directly licking both of her bare nipples, prompting them to begin to stiffen even more...

Skin glistening with sweat, RD clumsily fumbles with her wet and mangled sports bra, unable to untangle it enough to pull it all the way back down over her jiggling exposed tits~

“Bro, what did you…” RD fails to cover up her breasts, her sexy nipples frequently peeking out no matter what she does~ “what did you do to my top?”

She glances around in case someone may be nearby enough to notice her state of public exposure…

“Bro, the fuck did y-mmmmph!” RD loses what she was about to say into the kiss that makes her hands forget what they were doing. “Mmmmwhuh… wha-mmm…”

You lock your lips onto RD’s lips again and again while she adorably fails to talk into your mouth past the wet soft smacking sounds turning this conversation into a make-out session…

“Muh-mmmm my y-you-mmmmhhh~” RD lets you enjoy the taste of her lips before the kiss deepens to include the taste of her tongue… “M-m-mmmmmmhhh… hhmmmhhh~… mmmmmhhhh~…” Her muffled moans becomes relaxed as she feels your tongue defeating hers… “…mmmmmmmmmmmhhh~…”

So much of her doesn’t want to stop you from getting her out of her damp mangled sports bra.

The deep kissing must feel too irresistibly good for RD not to longingly kiss back against. “Mmmhh…” She accepts the ‘mushyness’ once again, unable to do anything about how good this feels.

You continue to work RD’s sports bra off of her healthy sweaty body. The dampness of the fabric stubbornly stays almost stuck against RD’s sexy sweaty skin, her firm muscles of her rippled back only holding onto that damp fabric for so long before leaving her soft sweaty boobies on their own barely inside of their soggy fabric prison.

That moist fabric was already helping the slight night breeze force RD’s sexy perky nipples into full stiff erection, making being covered feel kind of pointless. But RD’s areolae keep peeking out of her sports bra that is too tangled and maladjusted to function properly, begging to just be set free.

Despite your hot fitness trainer’s nervous but playful panicking, you force her sports bra far up enough to break the tension with her pair of soft perky breasts and make them bounce out into the open in public.

“Mmmmmphhhh~ Mmmm… mmmwuh…” RD moans into the kiss once again before it breaks, but never moves her mouth far enough away from yours to make the string of saliva break while she softly begs you in the couple of seconds before the liplocking is reconnected: “bro… if I run with my tits out like this… they’re gonna bounce arou-mmmph… mmmmmmmph~…”

You grope the glistening softness of your best friend’s naked tits, her perky nipples hardening all the way in response to being fully exposed to the cool night air…

RD playfully allows your hands to forcefully guide the back of her damp sports bra up her rippled back past her firm shoulders with the sides getting caught in her smooth armpits. But the back of the garment gets stuck in being pulled over RD’s head, dragging across her short damp hair and making it messier. But then the tension breaks and the sweaty sports bra is now tangled around RD’s toned upper arms~

Lost in the on-and-off open mouth liplocking, RD doesn’t think to make any effort to prevent her mangled sports bra from finding its way to her wrists...

The taste and feeling of this long deep kiss has RD virtually tranquillized with her mind spinning with jumpy lust~

You let her enjoy the prolonged liplocking for as long as you both want, as you enjoy the wetness of her tongue’s taste and the cushion of her lips latching with your mouth again and again and again…

The long makeout session had to turn back into a 'workout session' eventually.

Stars pepper RD’s lidded eyes after the kiss now breaks far apart enough to finally break every strand of saliva between your mouths.

RD’s short damp hair is messier than you’ve ever seen it. She dizzily tries to stay balanced as the two of you rise to your feet after several minutes of making out.

“Wha…? Wh-bro!” RD blushes heavily and cups her hands over her completely topless breasts~ “My sports bra!”

Her exhaustion and soreness from showing off has caught up to her as she fails to snatch the removed article of clothing from your grip.

“My turn to prank you…” You take off running, not too quickly as to give her time to stay caught up with you.

The aggressive growl RD lets out as she pursues you has some giggling mixed into it while she keeps one arm over her soft exposed breasts while she chases after you in her public toplessness.

Her strong but tired arm isn’t enough to keep her bare chest from bouncing every time she takes a hasty step.

RD’s hard perky nipples peek out at least a little bit for every new sidewalk and path she follows you down, and she knows it. Most of the pursuit is shrouded in darkness away from streetlights and such that allows RD to run properly with her arms away from her chest without anyone around able to see how deliciously her naked breasts are wildly bouncing, no longer covered or bound by her sports bra…

“You’re… lucky I… already… tired myself out!” RD vows to catch up to you anyway even as her soft jiggling attributes slow her down enough to slightly delay this even if her heart has been truly in it to stop you right away.

The tail of the rubber snake dangles out of her small side bag she doesn't think to try to "dress" herself with, not like that thing would cover much anyway.

Neither of you are going anything past a casual jogging speed anyway, due to both of you already having run out of enough steam to run with effort, let alone sprint.

Not even the end of another block is reached before you collapse once again, bluntly reminded that you're still not that in-shape yet. Now your body HAS to relax.

RD collapses next to you in the grass you chose to fall onto but doesn't reach for her sports bra that's in your weakening grasp. She instead looks around to see if there's any way someone can see the two of you in this dark vantage point tucked away in the shadows out of reach of the nearest streetlight. No view from someone's window, so view from any car that might be driving down the street.

The fact that neither of you have encountered any cars says a lot about how late at night it must be by now. Maybe that convenience store isn't even open anymore; you'd have had to wait until morning.

Even through the rampant darkness, you can make out the beautiful sight of RD's naked perky breasts heaving up and down with her sexy labored breaths that get closer to your face while the two of you close in for another kiss. She wasn't even trying to cover them anymore this time; no need to.

"Mmmmmmhh~... ngh... f-fuck, bro. I thought someone was gonna see me." RD breathes against your mouth, lips quickly locking with yours for the thousandth time that's still nowhere near enough. "We gotta do this next time..."

"Fuck... yeah. We totally should."

"I've... mmph~... I've never run around topless in public before. Holy fuck there's something about that, bro. here's something awesome about that." RD arches her back and leans her tits into your cupping grabs as soon as she feels you fondling her goods again. "The same feeling I'd gotten from when I was... doing all that naughty shit. Filming my friends..."

She kisses you again with a whimper of guilt as she remembers what she had to delete.

"We could have gotten fuckin' caught, dude. I'm so fucking mad at you but like... holy fuck... we gotta do that again..." She signs.

You can one again see the stars in her lustfully lidded eyes, even in the darkness of your tucked away little corner together. Eventually, you hand your fitness trainer her sports bra back, promising with your own eyes with a similar gaze as hers that the two of you WILL resume this next time when you actually have the energy once again to jog around together with RD... feeling that thrill of almost getting caught jogging topless in public.

"We are so doing that again like in a couple of days." RD repeats.

"Totally."

"And got damn, dude. You did amazing tonight." Compliments RD with a pat on your back before beginning to figure out which part of her sports bra she's looking at so she can fit it over her head.

"I'm glad I impressed you." You smirk at her with a peck on the the cheek she chuckles appreciatively to.

"Wanna hit the showers now?" RD finally brings up as she stretches her sports bra back over herself. "I think we've tolerated eachother long enough to get that familiar, eh?" She gives you a cute wink.

You nod, she continues.

"I got fun ideas we'll both like, bro. Let's go."

Author's Note

(the chapter became so long that I've split it into two, but the next update is already mostly done as I type this message)

Let's Get Really Used To Each Other

There's no time like the first time. But that's what it is, it's the first time of many.

You and RD couldn't help but prepare a little for your first time while regaining just enough energy to make it count. Nothing much more than a quick night stroll, but after you two were replenished, and RD set her ego aside in her video games before setting her camera up on her bathroom sink, two two of you are ready to share a special moment together you'll never forget.

She’s something out of a wet dream. Your hot fitness trainer and best friend RD walks around in nothing but her damp thin sports bra and spandex shorts. But everything starts to easily show through the fabric so much that RD might as well be naked. Though she nervously loves it, RD feels naked~

RD exhaustedly wanders around in the middle of the night coated in sweat, with her perky erect nipples obviously poking through from under her damp thin sports bra. RD exhaustedly wanders around in the middle of the night coated in sweat, with her sexy cameltoe clearly showing through her damp thin spandex shorts digging between her supple vulva lips that are easy to make out. RD exhaustedly wanders around in the middle of the night coated in sweat, with her toned glistening tummy bare for the world to see while gently moving in and out with her hot breaths. RD exhaustedly wanders around in the middle of the night coated in sweat, her exposed rippled lower back boasting her dimples of Venus, and her round buttcheeks slightly jiggling from each step, clung onto by that clingy back of her same damp thin spandex shorts that hug her wide swinging hips and strong smooth thighs from the fabric’s top to bottom.

RD confidently struts around in exhaustion in the middle of the night, her sexy fit body glistening with sweat under the glow of street lamps lining the sidewalk. Her strong shoulders boast their own slight dimples, sleekly shining with a firmness that leads down to her gently bulging upper arms, every dip in her biceps and triceps highlighted in the light from above. Her strong thighs with a similar interaction to the light can’t wait to clamp around her awesome sexy athletic body being bred… RD’s feminine curves are intertwined with athletic sturdiness; just as much as ever, RD’s wide hips are complimented by her toned tummy~

RD’s tired walking was already clumsy with how spent she is from showing off to you. She probably needed you to pull her up against yourself when you started doing so.

She welcomes your explorative hands with a few delighted sighs as you intimately examine her body in the most personal way possible. You revel in the beautiful awesomeness of your sexy fitness trainer’s body, touching her in ways and places that show that you two are a very special kind of best friends.

“You’ve been frustrated over me for so long, bro~” RD’s hot voice is almost a whisper, but still loud enough to carry that enticing rasp she gets. “I wish you told me sooner. I’ve been frustrated too~…”

She loves the way you revel in her arousingly intertwined fitness and feminine attributes, giving her all the attention she ever could have wanted. RD blushes bright red over a whimpering grin while your hands cup and grope her soft breasts once again through her thin sports bra… she loves that so much...

Her chest’s rising and falling intensifies when your fingers gently pinch around her hard nipples shining through the thin damp fabric, and she shudders in response to the tingling stimulation her areolae underneath are experiencing~

“Bro… b-bro…” RD clamps her knees together and stops walking, right under a streetlight showcasing your appreciative advances upon RD’s awesome body. “Mmmhh, that feels fucking amazing…”

Her sports bra’s fabric is too thin to hinder what your fingers are doing to RD’s stiff perky nipples just underneath… you slowly trail your fingertips in a massaging motion that could never simply just be a non-sexual admiration of your hot fitness trainer’s body. Your rigid erection powerfully pokes up through your shorts and nuzzles between the grabbable globes of RD’s round buttcheeks…

She can’t get enough of how it feels, finding just enough stamina to push her glutes right up against you with sincerity for your hotdogging of her warm buns just underneath the clingy fabric of her spandex shorts.

You’re getting super familiar with RD’s awesome body now. You trace a couple of fingers over her abs again and admire how firm they are with a little bit of pressing onto them. RD excitedly giggles when she feels your fingertips grazing along her cute bellybutton.

“Do whatever you wanna do, bro.” Your hot fitness trainer and best friend RD welcomingly offers you instant access to everything and anything you want to feel up as you want. “Everything’s all yours tonight~”

Your hand slinks down RD’s tummy until that tummy rises and falls against your forearm as your fingers press against her cameltoe…

RD shuts hers legs tighter at first upon reflexive instinct, but then opens her thighs for you when she gets used to the pussypetting she’s receiving. RD gasps in nervous delight when your fingers massage her soft vulva lips through the thin damp fabric of the front of her spandex shorts~

She shudders in response to your eager caressing of her most private area. You can sense her slick heat through those thin spandex shorts, watching RD’s lustful blushing smile grow wilder and wilder as her legs open wider to beckon you between her smooth thighs…

Move to between RD’s legs.

You both know this is what it’s going to feel like when you hit the showers together: Your waist wedging between her thighs and your crotch finally meeting hers and staying there until there is no semblance or chance of remaining virginity left.

Turn your hot fitness trainer into your sex trainer with a few dry humps, with the tip of your tent pressing right up against RD’s cameltoe as she practices locking her legs around you in public.

“That’s it, bro. You’re doing great.” RD encourages you.

She’s more than simply comfortable with it, she’s enthralled by it, begging and demanding her equally horny best friend to persist with these intimate advances. You both would have figured out sooner or later how compatible you’ve been through such perversion over the years. Compatible through amount of libido if not personality alone as best friends.

Your shorts and her spandex are the only barrier barely keeping your erect manmeat and RD’s supple awaiting womanhood from engaging in the sexual union of full penetration to now finally find out just how physically compatible your bodies are~

RD’s vulva lips give you several kisses onto your glans trying to part them through the fabric.

“We’ll do this out here one day, when we have the energy.” Promises RD. “Let’s chill with something to drink and hit the showers for now~!”

With your hands held together, you and RD finally make it to the 24/7 vending machine outside of the closed convenience store. It only has water in it, but water is all the two of you need. You've been feasting your eyes upon RD's unfathomable beauty the whole way over here after the two of you decided to take a public night stroll together. You're sure you and her could use something to wash that down with.

The water bottles are only a few quarters in price, and the machine lights up as soon as the clacking of the coins trails down the inner cavities to add more to the amount paid on the little screen.

RD wouldn’t have let you stop hugging her from behind even if you wanted to stop, she encourages you to gently stroke along her tummy as the cool water bottle can be heard crashing into view of where you’re to grab it from.

Your hands stay on RD’s tits while she twists the cap off of the bottle, gratefully taking huge swigs of cold water to be gulped down immediately. Her eventual gasp for air comes with a few swings of her hips while your hands enjoy their curves.

RD’s breathing becomes labored and satisfied while her warm fingers begin to fog up the plastic of the half empty water bottle. “Fuck I needed that…” She confesses, no longer trying to convince you she could go longer without drinking anything.

Your touch expands along her skin some more, exploring the muscularity of your best friend fitness trainer. RD’s bicep tenses and bulges out as she takes another swig of water, welcoming your hand to clamp intrigued fingers around her muscle as it flexes for you.

RD’s quiet gulping makes your solid rod between her glutes twitch against her flesh, prompting her to welcomingly tense her glutes up against you in direct response~

RD presses her sexy butt firmly against you; your hands remain planted upon her feminine curves as you encourage her to back that caboose up onto you even harder. With a little bit of dry-humping from your company to go with your continued groping of her supple tits, RD bites her lip as you intimately “massage” her body all over.

You’re both soon sitting on a concrete ledge together with your arm wrapped around her as she leans against you, hand continuously copping a feel of her tits.

“You want the rest, bro?” RD holds the water bottle closer to you, a nearby streetlight barely showing how lidded her wanting eyes are.

You nod and let her hand it to you, sharing a single water bottle with your hot fitness trainer that became a special kind of best friend to you.

Years ago, you wouldn’t even be sitting next to RD, let alone drinking out of the same water bottle as her. You’d be afraid of catching cooties from her, that loud and annoying girl all your friends didn’t want to let hang out with them.

Nowadays, you want RD’s cooties.

And you lock eyes with the pitch black sky only interrupted by a nearby tree branch lit up by a streetlight and the shiny plastic of the water bottle in that same light as you chug down the last of the water. Lips locked onto the same opening RD’s lips were just wrapped around when she drank out of this thing.

You can slightly taste her on it.

And you’re about to taste more of RD after freeing both hands once more by tossing the bottle into the nearby recycling station. Your arms immediately wrap around your sexy and willing best friend, and your lips collide with hers. Locked lips quickly part to the deepening kiss and allow your tongues to collide next.

You REALLY want RD’s cooties~

The liplocking supercharged you both with just enough energy to make it back to RD's place as impatiently as you could.

The two of you made it back to her place at a time late at night neither of you paid attention to on account of being too distracted to look at the clock.

The only thing that was on your minds was hitting the showers together after your long workout, even when RD had her prized Supercell Corvette up on the TV screen, bandaged controller in hand as the two of you shared a race together first to "unwind" together before showering, but it was really RD who insisted that you defeat her in her most prized winning streak outside of real life you'd have to shapen up for first with her help.

RD's wild lidded eyes gazed at the screen, now only through the lens of her unbound desire for her best friend who wants her so badly, looking at her perfect winning streak in the statistics with a lip bite.

The quick race was heavily rigged in your favor, and RD sat in your lap the whole time with your erection hotdogging her lighting a fire under her ass to hurry up and lose to you as a symbol of you being that cherry-popper her arrogance desperately needed all her life. You were the first to defeat her prized beautiful Corvette in a race in the game, and RD watched as her perfect record in the game was shattered by her best friend she's letting into every last corner of her legacy.

But it did not end there...

The phone that totally wasn’t set up by RD herself is perched to capture the entire shower.

RD walks into the room after a long workout and locks the door behind herself, now in complete privacy. She wears only her sports bra and spandex shorts, with obvious nipple bumps and cameltoe clearly shining through the thin stretchy fabric clinging to her body as she stretches her arms up.

'Unaware' that she’s being filmed in her privacy.

She has already lost her perfect winning streak in video games to her best friend, lost a foot race to her best friend, but 'doesn’t know' she’s about to lose a wrestling match to her best friend on top of all that.

RD stretches and poses several times, showing off her awesome fitness before remembering those past videos she had taken of her friends while getting ready to strip naked in privacy.

She particularly remembers the now permanently deleted video she had taken of Fluttershy in the girls locker room. The way Fluttershy’s busty tits jiggled as she walked up to her locker, the way her arms pushed those big soft boobies together and accentuated her deep cleavage when she reached down into her bag, and the fact that Fluttershy had no idea what was going on.

RD cups her hand over her crotch, now on a hidden camera herself, and begins to sensually stroke her fingers up and down the crease of her cameltoe to the thought of Fluttershy slipping the straps of her teal dress off her shoulders, accidentally taking one bra strap with it.

RD deepens her fingers between her lower lips, soon opting to reach under the waistband of her spandex shorts and directly gratify herself to the thought of Fluttershy’s big soft boobies deliciously filling out that frilly, lacy bra struggling to stay latched. RD grunts quietly to the memory of the sight of Fluttershy’s busty tits swaying hypnotically whenever she turned herself to the side.

“Ngh… Fluttershy…” RD’s voice lets the name escape her higher lips while the hidden camera captures her reaching into her spandex shorts and stroking her fingers between her lower lips~

RD casually plays with herself while turning the water on, good at multitasking.

RD’s own tits slightly shake in her clingy sports bra as she fingers herself more intensely to the mental image of the front of Fluttershy’s bra suddenly unclamping into its own for her huge bare breasts to some softly bursting out into the open. “Ohh… Fluttershy~…” RD remembers exactly how perfectly the event was captured on camera, regretting having deleted it forever despite that being the right thing to do in the first place.

As the running water heats up, RD strokes herself remembering the cute meep that escaped Fluttershy while she quickly crossed her arms over her big beautiful exposed breasts, hoping no one noticed her lewd blunder.

Unaware of how many times RD was going to gratify herself to it. Just like now in her moment of comeuppance for doing so. The same phone that captured the moment RD is masturbating to now films her doing so before she hooks her fingers under her sports bra and peels it up.

RD’s skin glistens with sweat, sticking keeping her clingy sports bra from sliding around until RD tugs it up hard enough to peel it off of her perky nipples flicking out into the open~

RD lifts her tangling sports bra over her head, glistening with sweat all over the fit feminine form of her revealed body as the fabric gets stuck to the toned muscles of her arms for a couple of seconds. She has to let her exposed perky tits slightly shake side to side for the camera while struggling to force her own damp sports bra up to her raised wrists.

RD’s triceps flex as she now hooks her thumbs around the waistband of her clingy spandex shorts and starts peeling them down her curvy hips. She has to tug the fabric harder to force it down off her round buttcheeks, and has to pull it inside out after exposing her already wet and excited pussy in order to get the fabric down her smooth sweat-covered thighs…

Now naked, RD quickly goes back to playing with her pussy in front of her phone camera she 'doesn’t know' is recording her. “F-fluttershy~” She utters before stepping under the hot water.

RD loves to play with her pussy while showering after a long workout. She doesn’t close the curtain, instead lathering body wash onto herself with one hand while casually masturbating with the other.

Her breathing quickens, barely drowned out by the hot shower water gently pelting her skin and running down her awesome body’s shiny features and curves…

With one land on her chest, RD kneads more body wash onto her slippery naked tits with a few squeezes pushing them around and making them jiggle.

She lathers her soft shaking ass and thighs, running her hands along her slippery muscularity on full display for the camera. RD’s rippled back shines from each and every dip and crevice of her form she’s built up, slowly swinging her sexy naked hips in wet aroused enjoyment, not noticing you holding the camera closer to her in order to capture every detail, already naked as she is.

RD continues to enjoy her own awesome body, running her hands all over her slippery features in between groping her tits and playing with her pussy. You are sure to film every detail, getting her at every possible angle before placing the phone back to where it was and quietly stepping into the shower with your sexy best friend.

“Hey, bro. What’s up?” RD pretends to finally take note of your presence as she rinses herself under the water. “Couldn’t wait to clean off too, huh?”

You don’t say anything, just ogle her slippery naked glory with your erect manmeat in your stroking grip. RD scoots over to give you room to stand under the water too while washing yourself.

You do so, but never stop gratifying yourself to RD’s awesome body.

She finally takes notice to you doing what your doing, but doesn’t mind it due to how close you two already are. “Yeah… shower’s a great place to get off in. I do it a lot too, feels great.” RD sparks up friendly chatter while casually working herself as well right in front of you. “We both got the right idea, right bro?”

The two of you shower together after a long workout together, quiet sighing and grunting masked by the rushing hot water hitting the shower floor between the turns you take standing under it to rinse. RD is extremely worn out from using up all of her stamina, weak despite her muscular display.

“Hey, can you pass me the conditioner?” RD asks you, quickly receiving the bottle in her hand. “Thanks, bro. You can use it too after I’m done if you want.”

RD starts washing her short vibrant hair by facing away from you, unable to see you stroking your hard length to her shiny rippled back and wobbling naked buttcheeks. She turns around to rinse the conditioner out, facing you and letting her naked perky tits sway side to side when she she shakes the sud-laden water out of her hair. Watching her cute bellybutton stretch vertically as her arms are raised, you stare at RD’s bare smooth pussy she’s been playing with.

RD soon notices her best friend very blatantly jerking off to her slippery naked body while showering with her. “Wanna wrestle, bro?” RD offers a challenge she’s too exhausted to win, asking what is surely the most logical thing someone would say in this situation.

There was a horny figurative rumbling that came up inside of you you swear could have been felt throughout the whole house, and you lunge at RD as she challenges you to defeat her in yet another metric you both grew up together with.

Wet, slippery and naked out of her usual element, RD quickly notices how little energy she has to try and best you with despite how much more developed and defined her muscles are than yours. Your hands immediately scramble all over her physically superior but currently spent body, quickly wrapping your already tired arms around her torso and maneuvering her to the corner of the shower to her 'surprise'.

It almost feels like a fair matchup, or at least looks like one with both of you being naked and slippery in your purest forms, with RD's body clearly showing indication that she should be the winner had she held the same stamina as you right now. But she knows she's going to lose this one, and she can already tell how obvious it is when you manhandle her fit awesome body into a compromised position and send her sliding down the tile wall towards the shower floor.

"Fuck, bro! Argh!" Groans RD as she tries to re-establish dominance and get on top of you instead, but only find you more sturdily positioning yourself on top of her. "Damn it, I can't let you beat me!"

What a shameful end to RD's perfect run, to be wrestled to the shower floor in a match she herself instigated, by her best friend she's supposed to be taking under her wing instead of easily losing to.

This is the first time you've ended up on top of RD, but you're too exhausted to celebrate, only going back to feeling her up with your hands roaming all over her sexy slippery body as her soft features jiggle to the struggling that's not going to help her eventually subdue you like she was supposed to like every other time.

You've overpowered RD's wet naked body, and it wasn't long before you're able to pin her down and graze your thumbs across her hard perky nipples to your heart's content while she excitedly protests and fails to gain the upper hand. RD's sexy tummy and bellybutton rises and falls as her hot breaths intensify to your continued groping all over her... she can't hide how much it's starting to turn her own, with her griping turning into sensual moaning after feeling you easily slip your waist between her naked slippery thighs.

"It's not over yet, bro!" RD gasps as your hands express their appreciation all over her mixture of soft assets and firm muscles. "I can still be on top!"

You silence her with a deep liplocking kiss, no longer afraid of her cooties and instead pushing yourself further between her thighs. RD can't push herself into a superior position, and realizes her defeat is final when your tip effortlessly pushes its way between her slippery vulva lips and drives inside of her.

"C-congratulations... bro..." RD grins deviously as the penetration drives her wild with excitement.

With a few hearty thrusts, you erode the last of the pretend act you and RD were engaging in, and it all gives way to wanton pleasure. RD's virginity goes right down the shower drain, now lost along with this wrestling match she knew she had no chance in. She starts to lustfully giggle.

The plapping, grunting and giggling reverberates off of the shower walls of tile, and you make RD's body stay in position with her features jiggling and shaking in sync with your motions, making her shudder with absolute acceptance of this moment she always wanted deep inside.

RD's lustful wheezing is music to your ears, and she forcefully kisses your lips as the humping continues and continues and continues atop the wet shower floor. RD's mind spins into a frenzy, and her voice heightens in pitch as your take her... her legs lock around you like a vice desperate to crush your pelvis from below. Your own arms embrace your best friend as she wails in response to your length moving back and forth inside of her with more intensity.

You couldn't hold your climax back any longer, and after your member tenses up from the shared agitation between you, your ropes blast deep inside of RD, as deep as they can go.

Author's Note

Still more on the way after this by the way.

Extensively Familiar

You know how some of your most intricate musings you’ll remember throughout life come from shower thoughts?

No one in either of your lives will be as close to either of you are in this moment right now. This is going to echo in your mind and RD’s mind in an unspoken language every time you spend even upcoming platonic moments together from now on… starting now:

Your best friend and fitness trainer allowed you to take her in the most wet, naked and intimate way possible.

She could feel you wildly orgasming far up inside of her, making her eyes shoot open in triumphant realization that might as well have hearts on her pupils. She felt that directly, as directly as possible.

Your bodies really are delightfully, deliciously compatible~

Her muffled sigh comes with her leaning back onto the shower floor with the water still gently pummeling the side of her head, letting you continue humping her anyway. Surrendering to the source of these soaking wet plapping noises with a relaxed but eager acceptance.

RD is soon moaning into deep kisses with her eyes rolling back now. She keeps her mouth wide open for yours, letting even your tongue defeat hers again and again.

Your last of your energy goes into your seemingly endless humping inside of your sexy, wet and naked best friend willfully taking it all like a champ. Every candid slap of wet skin against wet skin is followed by RD’s soft, naked perky tits swaying up and down her body with her bare nipples fully erect despite the steam in the tile walls towering over the two of you during your coupling.

The feeling of your hardened thrusting dick shifting back and forth inside of her deep soft walls gripping it quickly drowns out and shuts down any rational thought she was having. Everything goes slipping back into unbelievably loving this physical semen exchange with and from her best friend. Everything you’ve ever felt for one another is being welded impossibly close together forever every time you thrust your frantic movements back into another orgasm inside of her.

RD melts up into the soaked, naked embrace you both share as you continue to introduce her to the experience of feeling repeated male orgasms deep inside of her from the one she’s closest to. Your balls swing with each thrust while emptying the last of their load into Rainbow Dash like you’ve always wanted to, even before you realized she is what you’ve always wanted.

This moment between the two of you in unbreakable.

Almost as exhausted as she is, you weakly stand her back up and face her awesome full frontal nudity towards the phone camera she herself set up; she glistens with the shine of running water and remnants of body wash accentuating her fit naked body’s every dip and curve. Displaying her nude feminine muscularity she weakly flexes in response to you gently manipulating her into any pose you please, victorious hands freely gliding all over her toned form and soft assets to appreciatively knead with hungry fingers softly digging into her slippery flesh.

The video being taken shows you throughly rubbing your hands all over RD’s naked body, soon with a little more body wash and making sure you don’t miss a spot. Running your pressing fingers up and down her slippery abs, along the enticing curves of her sexy naked hips and sleek thighs, up along her smooth and clean armpits up to her firm biceps while her arms are raised, back down her slippery toned back until you’re gently massaging her cute soft buttcheeks in their proud naked glory~

RD shamelessly encourages you to familiarize yourself with every inch of her wet, slippery, fit naked body with the shower curtain STILL wide open for it all to be ”””””””secretly””””””” filmed…

Your hand is the one playing with RD’s pussy now, helping her finish with a few loving strokes upon her already worked up petals deep between her vulva that were waiting for your touch to wedge inside and find them~

RD directly glares at the camera in hot bold lust as you force the female orgasm to take her completely, feeling RD’s strong fit and curvy body tense up with one final burst of stamina for the night she didn’t know she still had deep inside somewhere. Full openness, no secrets, RD in her most raw and honest state just for you… as you bring its squirming grand finale out of her~

At least for tonight that is…

No one else is going to share a moment this intimate and personal with either of you in either of your lives, and you’re going to be reminded of this every time you’re even sitting in public together locking gazes that will spark memories of this…

Memories as fond as fond gets.

The red record button soon gets tapped to stop the video… but you and your best friend RD aren’t done yet.

In an exhausted and lethargic embrace together, a far cry from the tense and energetic competitiveness from earlier, you and RD remain lost in one another’s eyes between scattered liplocked chapters of an off-and-on makeout session. Gently cooperating through your increasingly tired movements.

This wasn’t just for the camera, the two of you really mean it. Genuinely. Feeling like two porn stars even getting intimate off-camera after filming is over, simply because they actually want eachother for real.

The warm water continues and continues to rush onto the two of you, the deep low hissing of the pipes behind the walls putting you both into a mutually inebriated state of mind, that deep low rushing noise the soothing soundtrack to classic shower trance wonderfully fusing with afterglow like the Milky Way and Andromeda galaxies, mashing like your lips and tongues, mixing like your shared saliva, mingling like hot hot breaths in the tightly enclosed space of the shower as water runs down your naked bodies then down the same drain your virginities went.

Never to be seen again.

The whole world crosses both of your minds as you share your tired but satisfied embrace, naked together and not wanting to get out of the shower yet.

Once again, your entire life involving Rainbow Dash runs through your memory, except it is undeniably happening with her memory too. You’re both on the same frequency, the same state of mind, contemplating endless possibilities for your fused life together you’ll never possibly be able to un-mix, like chocolate syrup in a glass of milk.

Even if you go to separate colleges, your lives are still the same life together now. Just the same life in two different places, your life with RD and RD’s life with you.

Even after all of the horny has been put out of the way, there’s still EVERYTHING drawing you and your best friend RD together like two magnets tightly bound by a rubber band they wouldn’t need to attract, but want around them anyway.

Your gliding hands gently and casually survey RD’s awesome body in the shower, even if it would be in a platonic way in this moment of afterglow-drenched shower thoughts about how you envy her fitness.

You’re motivated to gain all of this awesomeness upon yourself as well in the future, with the more-than-willing help of your special best friend who shares her dripping nudity with yours, holding you and envisioning all of the past, present and future with you while your hands instinctively marvel her physically superior body she worked hard to achieve.

You remember a snippet of a history class lesson where the unit talked about ancient Greeks getting intimate with one another as warriors. Bonding very close relationships between men getting horny over eachother’s bodies as they lifted weights together.

Which motivated them to get stronger and become powerful warriors that would die for eachother in battle. Maybe THAT is what is starting between you and RD.

What a beautiful thing to snatch out of the past and translate to doing it with a boyish girl with short hair and a virile athletic body… and a mind with just as much horny baggage as yours that led to you both demonstrating to one another that your compatibility spans across all metrics…

You need eachother more than any other possible person, such a coupling, such a pairing, such a relationship goes together too well like peanut butter and jelly or cookies and milk, but what you two share is gonna be a lot healthier than that as you let RD chisel and sculpt you into a fit goddess like her through becoming… compatible together… again and again…

It’s only a matter of time before the two of you get married, you both already know it. Despite having to, neither of you can wait. Might as well make the wait as fun as possible.

It’s about the journey AND the destination.

You don’t remember a whole lot about what happened next.

RD’s parents must be heavy sleepers, or these walls must be well insulated, because the two of you were even left alone after you got out of the shower to dry off together.

Only one towel was available, but it was all you needed.

Taking turns with the one towel, you and your best friend gradually dry off together without the slightest concern over how much the towel covers when one of you had it wrapped around you.

There’s a video on RD’s phone if the moment she lost her virginity. The grand finale of a hot losing streak she has been on all night, losing to you in so many different ways that honestly just turn her on like nothing else does. It’s okay if it’s you defeating her…

It’s okay that the spicy video on that phone is of you and RD having sex while sharing a hot shower together.

RD went out first with the towel on to make sure the coast was clear… and came back in the same towel while holding a new T-shirt with shorts of hers you can wear.

It was probably 3 in the morning by the time the two of you collapsed together onto a clean blanket atop her bed she fetched from somewhere in the house.

Both of you had fallen asleep even faster than you had fallen in love.

There were a couple of vague dreams you begin to have.

The details are fuzzy, but you know at heart that you and your very VERY close best friend RD dreamt identically.

There’s no fading in or out when both of you are this knocked-out.

Thank goodness RD remembered to let the steam out of the small window after the shower was shut off.

Thank goodness RD remembered to lock her bedroom door.

Thank goodness RD’s naked embrace is all you can really register while you’re wrapped in this large clean blanket together.

Most of the sleeping in this "sleepover" happened after the sun came up.

Both you and RD love to sleep in, even during the mornings and afternoons when you weren’t together like this.

When your eyes finally open, she’s still clinging to you like a zip tie.

The clock still says 3. It’s just in the afternoon now.

That same fit tummy of hers that sparked all of this in the beginning now gently pushes up against your body to each soft breath of her tranquil slumber.

It’s at least another hour before she slowly fades awake too, with both of you still wrapped in the same embrace in the same blanket.

It’s so awesome to share a good morning kiss in the late afternoon with her naked tits pressed onto you~

RD doesn’t care how “mushy” she’s getting with her best friend right now.

Under the blanket, your hands now effortlessly glide along RD’s sexy clean sleeping-in-the-nude body on top of you, feeling her muscles and then running your hands down her bare rippled back to start grabbing and massaging RD’s naked buttcheeks~

The sky is still a little bright outside while RD giggles playfully to you giving her a friendly spanking…

Back outside the two of you go, now too sore to do much today. But the reminder as to why your sore curves each of your mouths into devious little smiles as your eyes meet.

Now the two of you have become nocturnal until further notice, or at least until you can learn to have fun during the day and sleep during the night.

All of RD’s friends have plans for the pre-college summer she has a part in. Ways to have fun one last time in case college proves to be too much work to ever do it the same way again.

You’ve been cool with them recently, but that previous slew of encounters you’ve had with them are now overshadowed by the eclipsing connection you share with RD. It’s so strong that it makes your spine tingle every time you both look at eachother. Even after getting a certain something out and keeping your hormones at bay for the time being, you’ll never look at her the same way again. Knowing the things you already have planned with RD as well.

Her other friends may not be here right now, but she’s talking about them while leaning on her elbows against the table you two sit at while the two of you also contemplate exploring more of the town together a little out of curiosity.

“At least Applejack’s plans are closer to fall stuff like hay rides.” RD takes a sip from her smoothie between talking. “Pinkie always has the right idea when it comes to having fun.”

“Not much beats rollercoasters and ferris wheels.” You glance at the ceiling.

“Not a whole lot of things, at least.”

“Eh, the list is short but it could get longer.” You reply to her implication with another implication.

“I can’t believe Rarity’s going to shop for more shoes though.” RD holds back a chuckle. “She already has enough for like an entire tap dancing team, bro. Not kidding, I saw inside her closet like a hundred times.”

You imagine if there’s be running shoes in there despite that being the last thing on your mind regarding plans, given how sore you still are.

The cushions of these seats are too comfortable to stand up from, for both you and RD. You can see it in the pose she’s sitting in; extremely relaxed with her tired toned arms draped over the back of the seat. You’ve already started to sit the same way yourself, having finally begun to familiarize yourself with this once only fabled ice cream place.

“I have no idea if the mall is open late tonight.” RD slowly throws her head back with a groan.

“Not like we can’t just wander around and kinda… I dunno, loiter I guess.”

“I guess you’re not wrong. It’s kinda the same thing anyway.” RD grins at the ceiling, thinking about signs and posters she would strut past. “Except there’s no one around trying to sell ya useless makeup and perfume.”

“What about billboards?”

“That shit’s along the highway, bro. And like… a couple of big main streets. The ones with lots of stores.”

“So I guess we’re going somewhere other than there?”

"Well nowhere with too many people, dude." RD gives you that playful look again. "C'mon, you know why~..."

In this instant, you almost facepalm yourself as you remember the main event of you and RD exploring more of the town together... with her jogging around with less on than she's allowed to have.

"Bro, the hell did you think I was talking about?" RD chuckles warmly with a scoff in your direction, leaning back further in her cushioned seat before working to lower her voice again. "We're not gonna do that on the fuckin'... freeway or some shit. You kidding me?"

"I'm tired right now, okay?" You shrug with a spoon in your hand.

RD's eyes lock with yours as so many thing you want to say to eachother have to stay inside lest someone else sitting nearby overhears descriptions of very private occurrences. "Guess I can't blame you for that, fair point." She nods with an implicit smirk from across the table.

This table you'd rather be sitting on the same side as her of, but that would most likely lead to you two no longer being able to help yourself up against eachother... luckily, you're both too tired to even scoot over to the other side and just enjoy your other desserts instead.

She submerges her seductive rasp into a whisper only for you to hear. "We're both tired as fuck~... we really are tired as fuck, bro~"

Her blush from saying that is just as deep as yours is from hearing it.

That felt so corny but so good, that little exchange between you and your best friend sitting here together, speaking in an unspoken language no one else can decipher. A slight lick RD gives her lips shows how much she wants what IS coming next as soon as you find the right back paths to run on later on. Somewhere away from the public roads... but not too too far away, now... nowhere near as much fun without a risk~

The sound of the rushing water through the pipes behind the walls the two of you still hear internally together may be the soundtrack to a wild relationship that's secret right now in this moment, but maybe it will be put on display for the whole world to see in due time, whether they're paying attention or not...

There's another group of teenagers who probably just finished hanging out at the mall or something, and they noticed you and RD sitting across from one another, probably already assuming your closeness... and your mind can't decide whether to deny it or boast it. RD's failure to hide her grin tells you the same indecision is going on in her own head as well.

But you and her both know this much, if what you and RD share together was findable in some chat history they could see, they wouldn't have to scroll up very far to reach the video.

The entire moment itself is still fresh in your memory together. Not memories as the same thing between separate minds, memory as the same thing in what might as well be the same mind right now, because it was the same moment in which you and your best friend RD shared the same personal space right up against one another.

Meanwhile in the present, the sky outside is getting darker, and you and RD already paid for your sweets, quarters saved for the inevitable next time you hang out here together while catching up on the childhood you should have had together, now living the beginning of a more adult version of it before summer ends and splits you into separate colleges for at least the first year. So much to do and only a couple of months to do it.

You've been so lost in RD's eyes that you forgot she's wearing a usual T-shirts and jeans of hers, another set of which she left behind years ago is on you as well.

"I think I got another idea, bro." RD glances out the window, your reflections for the lit up interior of the ice cream place appearing in the glass more clearly now that there's more darkness outside. "Follow me, there's this street I've never gone down before yet. Let's make this summer extra interesting before we have to go do whatever the other girls are gonna drag me into."

You follow her outside into the pale orange-purple light of dusk, still sore from last night's workout session, but barely prepared for what's about to happen tonight.