Bros With Benefits

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.