Bros With Benefits

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."