Fluttershy has an urge to give her nether regions some fresh air, even if there's a chance that somebody might see her. She's not very good at resisting that urge. She might start small, exposing herself in a secluded alleyway, but that's only the beginning.
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Fluttershy's heart beat like a drum as she walked through Ponyville's empty streets. This was such a bad idea. A very bad idea. A very very bad idea that would utterly humiliate her if the slightest thing went wrong. No one would ever look at her the same way again. If the wrong person stumbled across her, she might even end up getting arrested. But at the same time, she couldn't not do it. She'd come too far to back out now.
Besides, the beating of her heart wasn't just fear. There was definitely some fear in there but a much greater clump of it was anticipation. Excitement. Even impatience. She had spent all day waiting for the sun to go down. She had put off her usual self-gratification so that she could fully enjoy herself now. All of that frustration couldn't go to waste now because she got cold feet. Of course her nerves were a bit frayed, but that was part of the appeal. The whole idea that someone just might come upon her... it made her tremble, and not just because of her nerves.
The chances of anyone running into her were minuscule, of course. She'd never have gotten this far if not for that. It excited her, but not that much. She needed to take baby steps down this path or the stress would make her sick. Her two scouting missions had told her that the alley behind the Carousel Boutique would be deserted. Rarity generally slept like a log, and even if she woke up, she tended to stay inside and make herself a cup of tea rather than go on a walk. If she did wake up, she'd turn on the light and give Fluttershy a bit of warning. Or, in the absolute worst case scenario, Rarity would hopefully be the most understanding and discreet about the matter. At the absolute least, the fact that Fluttershy had accidentally stumbled on Rarity's collection of... paraphernalia once, which would give the fashionista a little extra incentive not to gossip.
She sidled up against the back wall of the boutique. Rarity kept the place fairly clean; there were a few cardboard boxes of fabric scraps, but other than that, nothing. Fluttershy glanced up and down the empty alleyway. She was at the point of the wall furthest from any doors or windows, and across the way there was nothing. It was now or never. She couldn't even believe that she was even considering what she was about to do. If only she had remembered to lock the door.
That was what had started her down this path.
Fluttershy wasn't particularly ashamed of the fact that she took a bit of time every day to pleasure herself. When you spent the bulk of your day dealing with animals, the majority of whom tended to be grumpy, you needed a stress reliever. So once a day (occasionally twice, if she had the time and libido), she'd lock the door, lie back on the bed, and spend half an hour or so giving her fingers a workout. Except that one day a few weeks ago, she had forgotten to lock the door. And she was expecting Rainbow Dash to drop by at some point to pick up some turtle food.
No problem, just get up, lock the door, and get back to slamming the clam. Only she didn't. At first it was a matter of convenience. I'm almost done. Rainbow Dash probably won't show up soon, anyway. That got her thinking. What if Rainbow Dash did show up? Would she be quick enough to react? Dash wasn't the type to wait around downstairs. If the door was open, she'd barge right in. I'd better go lock the door. It would be so embarrassing if Rainbow Dash walked in on me. She still didn't get up. Maybe Dash would walk in on her. But she might not. But she might. Fluttershy had felt the first twinge of excitement at the thought.
That day, she finished early.
Nobody caught her, but the seed had been planted. What if someone did see her? Was she so ashamed of her body that she needed to hide it. She had always been modest and more than a little self-conscious, but would it really be the end of the world if someone caught a glimpse of her chest or her bottom? Just the thought made her blush. And it made her wet. She couldn't help herself.
So began her experimentation.
She started small, of course. Her first little experiment was simple: when she walked back to her room after her shower with her towel hiked up a bit in the back, revealing her tush as she walked down the hallway. There was no one to see her of course, but under normal circumstances she got nervous being naked even in her own room. She wasn't sure whether the goosebumps she felt on her bare ass were from the chilly air, or from excitement. The next day, she did it again, only this time with the towel wrapped around her waist. She shivered the whole way, her nipples getting nearly instantly hard. The day after that, she didn't even bother with the towel. By the time she reached her room, her crotch was damp.
Then she did the unthinkable: she opened a window. Specifically, she opened the window in the hallway between the bathroom and bedroom. A chill ran down her spine as she walked past the window and felt the spring breeze on her exposed breasts. If someone just happened to be walking by her cottage, and they just so happened to look in her direction, they'd be able to see her. She clenched her fists as she resisted the urge to cover herself. The struggle wasn't very difficult. The notion that somebody might peep on her was a bit of a thrill.
She only got more and more daring, or at least as daring as she could possibly get while being alone in her house. Before long, she found herself going shirtless around the house during the less busy hours. Then she left her bra in her drawers. Then her skirt. Before long, she was naked. Sure, the curtains were closed and the door locked tight, but it was a start. Then she began to leave the curtains open. And unlocked the front door. Of course, during her personal time the door would be locked and curtains closed. But occasionally she'd pleasure herself not up in her bedroom, but on her sofa. And sometimes she'd leave the curtains just a bit open. And once, on one particularly rainy day that made visitors especially unlikely, she even left the front door open.
Noone ever caught her. There were a few close calls, though. One evening she had forgotten that Rarity was planning to come pick up Opal's hairball medicine and had very nearly caught Fluttershy knuckle-deep in her own crotch. And if Twilight hadn't decided to knock on the window before looking in to see if Fluttershy was home, she would've gotten an eyeful of Fluttershy's knockers. But they had never caught her. But they had come so close, and Fluttershy wanted more of the rush.
The idea had been floating around her head for a week at least before she got up the nerve to actually take a few steps toward doing it, and a few more for her be brave enough to make her first attempt. But now she had picked a date, and she would follow it through. She couldn't let her planning go to waste.
She shivered, even though the night wasn't that cold. She pulled up her hood. It limited her peripheral vision a bit, but that was okay. It would shadow her face, and if she was being honest to herself it would only add to the thrill. One last glance up and down the street. Empty. She bit her lip, slipped her thumbs into the waistband of her sweatpants, took a deep breath, and slipped them down to her knees. Even with her panties shielding her crotch, she had never felt more exposed. She closed her eyes and counted slowly, wondering if she would make it to ten before someone saw her. As she hit ten, she pulled her pants back up and let out a huge sigh of relief. Her heart had never beat faster, and she had never felt more alive.
But it wasn't enough. Coming all this way just to flash her panties would be a copout. No, the night needed to see some skin. Her hands shook as she slid her thumbs into her waistband, as well as into her panties. The alley was just as empty as it had been before. She turned to face the wall. If someone came down the alley, she wouldn't be able to see them. She bit her lip and slid both her pants and panties down to her hips, revealing her supple backside to the alleyway. She held her breath as she counted, fighting to keep herself from reflexively covering up. She had told herself that she would count to ten before covering up. She made it all the way to seventeen.
She spun back around. Her cheeks were flushed, but she was smiling. She was caught up in the thrill of the moment. She had done it. She had exposed herself in public. Granted, in this location she was probably less likely to be interrupted than in her own living room, but that didn't matter. She took a few deep breaths to calm herself. Not because of her nerves, but because she was so giddy. She glanced up and down the street once more and once again mooned the empty alleyway. This time she removed her hands from her pants and pressed them against the wall of the boutique, partly to steady herself, and partly to raise the stakes. There was no guarantee that she would be able to hide herself if someone happened by. She counted in her head. She was already to twenty.
Fluttershy closed her eyes and slowly began to sway her hips back and forth. Twenty-five. She reached down with one of her hands. But she did not cover herself. Instead she slapped herself on the ass. Gently of course, it would barely have even been sufficient to scratch an itch. Thirty. She slapped again. It stung, just a bit. It made her ass jiggle. She brought her other hand down and slapped her other cheek. Forty. She pressed her legs together. Her crotch felt hot. She spanked herself again. This time, the slap echoed softly down the alley. Fifty. One more deep breath, and she spanked herself one final time with all the strength her shaky arms could muster. The sound sounded like an explosion in her ears. A small, delicate moan escaped her lips. Sixty. Somewhere in the distance, a cat yowled.
She gasped and scrambled to cover herself. A million excuses for why she was lurking in the alleyway flew through her mind in the few seconds that passed before she realized that she was still alone. She was alone and hornier than she had ever been. Her plan had ended with exposing her ass; she had figured that she would work up to flashing other parts. But right now she had one thought on her mind: "Fuck the plan."
Once more she slid down the band of her sweatpants, down to her knees. Then she slid a finger under the crotch of her panties and pulled them aside. She stood still her pussy exposed and her heart beating hard. She could feel the dampness forming between her legs. Her fingers slowly made their way downward, past the small tuft of pink hair. Her labia were nice and plump, hiding the delicate folds of skin behind a pair of thick lips. She drew the tip of her finger delicately along her slit and found herself already moist.
It wasn't part of her plan, but that didn't stop her. She slid her fingers between her pussy lips and slowly spread them. The night air felt good on her warm inner parts. She stood still, letting the seconds tick by as she exposed herself. Just one minute. Count to sixty. She only made it to twenty-four. Not because she lost her nerve of course. In fact it was just the opposite. It was her libido that got the better of her. She began to gently finger her clit. It didn't take long for her juices to begin to drip down her legs. She tried to keep her breaths slow and quiet. If someone found her it wouldn't be because she couldn't contain her moaning.
She began to dip her fingers into herself as she rubbed. Her knees began to wobble and she leaned against the wall of the boutique. What would Rarity think? Could she possibly even imagine what was happening as she slept? That Fluttershy was busily masturbating right out in the open, letting her secretions drip onto the ground? Rarity would be scandalized. Fluttershy imagined the scene. Rarity would have trouble sleeping. She'd get up, and make some tea. Fluttershy wouldn't notice; she was too occupied. Rarity would notice someone outside. She'd poke her head out to check.
Rarity's eyes would widen, her cheeks would flush, and she would whisper "oh my" under her breath. Fluttershy wouldn't notice. She would be too occupied with herself to notice. The bliss of her self-pleasure would blind her to the fact that she had an audience. She would come, and only then would she see that she was being watched. But she wouldn't care. The post-orgasmic afterglow wouldn't let her. She would look up, see Rarity staring at her, and she would give her a smile...
"Nnng!" Fluttershy bit her lip as the dripping exploded into a flood. A wave of burning pleasure erupted within her with such intensity that she could barely stand. The strength in her legs vanished and they nearly collapsed under her. She steadied herself against the boutique wall until the orgasm subsided. The white light that had filled her eyes faded, and she found herself staring into the darkness. She lifted her damp hands to her face and breathed deeply, savoring the bitter scent. Her pants had fallen to her ankles, and they were soaked now, but she didn't care. For now, she just leaned back and enjoyed the afterglow.
"I... I did it..." she murmured to herself. She was smiling so wide that her cheeks hurt. It was insane. She had just pleasured herself all the way to orgasm, outside, in public, and it had been the most terrifying experience of her life. She couldn't wait to do it again.
Suddenly, there was a crash down the alley.
"Gah!" She scrambled to yank up her pants. Her fingers felt like noodles, but she managed to cover herself just in time. Just in time for a familiar alleycat to poke its head out of a nearby trash can. She put a hand to her heart and breathed a sigh of relief. "Oh, it's only you. You know, I would appreciate it if you didn't sneak up on me like that!"
The cat yawned and then prowled closer. It sniffed at the drips Fluttershy had left between her feet. Then it looked up at her quizzically. "Mreow?"
"Um... You don't need to worry about that." She was suddenly very aware of how wet her sweatpants were. She blushed. "We should probably get home. It's getting late."
Fluttershy's heart beat like a drum as she walked through Ponyville's empty streets. This was such a bad idea. A very bad idea. A very very bad idea that would utterly humiliate her if the slightest thing went wrong. No one would ever look at her the same way again. If the wrong person stumbled across her, she might even end up getting arrested. But at the same time, she couldn't not do it. She'd come too far to back out now.
Besides, the beating of her heart wasn't just fear. There was definitely some fear in there but a much greater clump of it was anticipation. Excitement. Even impatience. She had spent all day waiting for the sun to go down. She had put off her usual self-gratification so that she could fully enjoy herself now. All of that frustration couldn't go to waste now because she got cold feet. Of course her nerves were a bit frayed, but that was part of the appeal. The whole idea that someone just might come upon her... it made her tremble, and not just because of her nerves.
The chances of anyone running into her were minuscule, of course. She'd never have gotten this far if not for that. It excited her, but not that much. She needed to take baby steps down this path or the stress would make her sick. Her two scouting missions had told her that the alley behind the Carousel Boutique would be deserted. Rarity generally slept like a log, and even if she woke up, she tended to stay inside and make herself a cup of tea rather than go on a walk. If she did wake up, she'd turn on the light and give Fluttershy a bit of warning. Or, in the absolute worst case scenario, Rarity would hopefully be the most understanding and discreet about the matter. At the absolute least, the fact that Fluttershy had accidentally stumbled on Rarity's collection of... paraphernalia once, which would give the fashionista a little extra incentive not to gossip.
She sidled up against the back wall of the boutique. Rarity kept the place fairly clean; there were a few cardboard boxes of fabric scraps, but other than that, nothing. Fluttershy glanced up and down the empty alleyway. She was at the point of the wall furthest from any doors or windows, and across the way there was nothing. It was now or never. She couldn't even believe that she was even considering what she was about to do. If only she had remembered to lock the door.
That was what had started her down this path.
Fluttershy wasn't particularly ashamed of the fact that she took a bit of time every day to pleasure herself. When you spent the bulk of your day dealing with animals, the majority of whom tended to be grumpy, you needed a stress reliever. So once a day (occasionally twice, if she had the time and libido), she'd lock the door, lie back on the bed, and spend half an hour or so giving her arm a workout. Except that one day a few weeks ago, she had forgotten to lock the door. And she was expecting Rainbow Dash to drop by at some point to pick up some turtle food.
No problem, just get up, lock the door, and get back to choking the chicken. Only she didn't. At first it was a matter of convenience. I'm almost done. Rainbow Dash probably won't show up soon, anyway. That got her thinking. What if Rainbow Dash did show up? Would she be quick enough to react? Dash wasn't the type to wait around downstairs. If the door was open, she'd barge right in. I'd better go lock the door. It would be so embarrassing if Rainbow Dash walked in on me. She still didn't get up. Maybe Dash would walk in on her. But she might not. But she might. Fluttershy had felt the first twinge of excitement at the thought.
The excitement was enough to make her cum in her own face.
Nobody caught her, but the seed had been planted. What if someone did see her? Was she so ashamed of her body that she needed to hide it? She had always been modest and more than a little self-conscious about her dick, but would it really be the end of the world if someone caught a glimpse of her chest or her bottom or her cock? Just the thought made her blush. And it made her hard. She couldn't help herself.
So began her experimentation.
She started small, of course. Her first little experiment was simple: when she walked back to her room after her shower with her towel hiked up a bit in the back, revealing her tush as she walked down the hallway. There was no one to see her of course, but under normal circumstances she got nervous being naked even in her own room. She wasn't sure whether the goosebumps she felt on her bare ass were from the chilly air, or from excitement. The next day, she did it again, only this time with the towel wrapped around her waist. She shivered the whole way, her nipples getting nearly instantly hard. The day after that, she didn't even bother with the towel. By the time she reached her room, she had a boner.
Then she did the unthinkable: she opened a window. Specifically, she opened the window in the hallway between the bathroom and bedroom. A chill ran down her spine as she walked past the window and felt the spring breeze on her exposed breasts. If someone just happened to be walking by her cottage, and they just so happened to look in her direction, they'd be able to see her. She clenched her fists as she resisted the urge to cover herself. The struggle wasn't very difficult. The notion that somebody might peep on her was a bit of a thrill. She even started to walk past on her tiptoes; if she had an erection, which she usually did, the throbbing head of her cock would poke over the windowsill.
She only got more and more daring, or at least as daring as she could possibly get while being alone in her house. Before long, she found herself going shirtless around the house during the less busy hours. Then she left her bra in her drawers. Then her skirt. Before long, she was naked. It couldn't end there, of course. She made extra effort to give herself a hard on, just to make it unambiguous how aroused she was. Sure, the curtains were closed and the door locked tight, but it was a start. Then she began to leave the curtains open. And unlocked the front door. Of course, during her personal time the door would be locked and curtains closed. But occasionally she'd jack off not up in her bedroom, but on her sofa. And sometimes she'd leave the curtains just a bit open. And once, on one particularly rainy day that made visitors especially unlikely, she even left the front door open.
Noone ever caught her. There were a few close calls, though. One evening she had forgotten that Rarity was planning to come pick up Opal's hairball medicine and had very nearly caught Fluttershy licking her own semen off of her breasts. And if Twilight hadn't decided to knock on the window before looking in to see if Fluttershy was home, she would've gotten an eyeful of Fluttershy's boner. But they had never caught her. But they had come so close, and Fluttershy wanted more of the rush.
The idea had been floating around her head for a week at least before she got up the nerve to actually take a few steps toward doing it, and a few more for her be brave enough to make her first attempt. But now she had picked a date, and she would follow it through. She couldn't let her planning go to waste.
She shivered, even though the night wasn't that cold. She pulled up her hood. It limited her peripheral vision a bit, but that was okay. It would shadow her face, and if she was being honest to herself it would only add to the thrill. One last glance up and down the street. Empty. She bit her lip, slipped her thumbs into the waistband of her sweatpants, took a deep breath, and slipped them down to her knees. Even with her panties shielding her crotch, she had never felt more exposed. The bulge was undeniable, and her testicles, while not too gigantic, dangled just enough to protrude from the edges of her panties. It was a miracle that she didn't have a hard-on yet. Maybe her cock was as shy as she was. She closed her eyes and counted slowly, wondering if she would make it to ten before someone saw her. As she hit ten, she pulled her pants back up and let out a huge sigh of relief. Her heart had never beat faster, and she had never felt more alive.
But it wasn't enough. Coming all this way just to flash her panties would be a copout. No, the night needed to see some skin. Her hands shook as she slid her thumbs into her waistband, as well as into her panties. The alley was just as empty as it had been before. She turned to face the wall. If someone came down the alley, she wouldn't be able to see them. She bit her lip and slid both her pants and panties down to her hips, revealing her supple backside to the alleyway. She held her breath as she counted, fighting to keep herself from reflexively covering up. She had told herself that she would count to ten before covering up. She made it all the way to seventeen.
She spun back around. Her cheeks were flushed, but she was smiling. She was caught up in the thrill of the moment. She had done it. She had exposed herself in public. Granted, in this location she was probably less likely to be interrupted than in her own living room, but that didn't matter. She took a few deep breaths to calm herself. Not because of her nerves, but because she was so giddy. She glanced up and down the street once more and once again mooned the empty alleyway. This time she removed her hands from her pants and pressed them against the wall of the boutique, partly to steady herself, and partly to raise the stakes. There was no guarantee that she would be able to hide herself if someone happened by. She counted in her head. She was already to twenty.
Fluttershy closed her eyes and slowly began to sway her hips back and forth. Twenty-five. She reached down with one of her hands. But she did not cover herself. Instead she slapped herself on the ass. Gently of course, it would barely have even been sufficient to scratch an itch. Thirty. She slapped again. It stung, just a bit. It made her ass jiggle. She brought her other hand down and slapped her other cheek. Forty. She pressed her legs together. Her crotch felt hot. She spanked herself again. This time, the slap echoed softly down the alley. Fifty. One more deep breath, and she spanked herself one final time with all the strength her shaky arms could muster. The sound sounded like an explosion in her ears. A small, delicate moan escaped her lips. Sixty. Somewhere in the distance, a cat yowled.
She gasped and scrambled to cover herself. A million excuses for why she was lurking in the alleyway flew through her mind in the few seconds that passed before she realized that she was still alone. She was alone and hornier than she had ever been. Her plan had ended with exposing her ass; she had figured that she would work up to flashing other parts. But right now she had one thought on her mind: "Fuck the plan."
Once more she slid down the band of her sweatpants, down to her knees. Then she slid a finger under the crotch of her panties and pulled them aside. Her semi-hard cock flopped out. A large drop of precum was already oozing from the tip, and she could feel the dampness forming between her legs. Her fingers slowly made their way downward, past the small tuft of pink hair, and began to reorganize. Her penis protruded from one side of her panties, and her scrotum from the other. She stood still for a second, savoring the feeling of the cool night air on her dick. She could feel it begin to harden and put it back into her panties.
It wasn't part of her plan, but that didn't stop her. She slid the fingers of one hand into her pussy and began to wriggle them. With her other hand she fondled her scrotum. It barely took a second for her cock to harden. It filled her panties, pitching an impressive tent. At the tip, a wet patch grew. She closed her eyes. Just one minute. Count to sixty. She only made it to twenty-four. Not because she lost her nerve, of course. In fact it was just the opposite. It was her libido that got the better of her. She slipped the edge of her panties off of her dick and began to stroke it. It was already slick with precum. She tried to keep her breaths slow and quiet. If someone found her it wouldn't be because she couldn't contain her moaning.
With her other hand she began to rub her balls. It was a pity she didn't have a third hand to feel up her vagina, but this was plenty sufficient. Her knees began to wobble and she leaned against the wall of the boutique. What would Rarity think? Could she possibly even imagine what was happening as she slept? That Fluttershy was busily masturbating right out in the open, getting ready to spray her cum all over the ground? Rarity would be scandalized. Fluttershy imagined the scene. Rarity would have trouble sleeping. She'd get up, and make some tea. Fluttershy wouldn't notice; she was too occupied. Rarity would notice someone outside. She'd poke her head out to check.
Rarity's eyes would widen, her cheeks would flush, and she would whisper "oh my" under her breath. Fluttershy wouldn't notice. She would be too occupied with herself to notice. The bliss of her self-pleasure would blind her to the fact that she had an audience. Her load would spatter on the ground at Rarity's feet, and only then would she see that she was being watched. But she wouldn't care. The post-orgasmic afterglow wouldn't let her. She would look up, see Rarity staring at her, and she would give her a smile...
"Nnng!" Fluttershy bit her lip as a fountain of cum spurted from her cock. A wave of burning pleasure erupted within her with such intensity that she could barely stand. The strength in her legs vanished and they nearly collapsed under her. She steadied herself against the boutique wall until the orgasm subsided, staring at the tip of her cock as it poured cum all over her legs. She lifted her dripping hands to her face and licked the cum from her fingers. Her pants had fallen to her ankles, and they were coated in spooge, but she didn't care. For now, she just leaned back and enjoyed the afterglow.
"I... I did it..." she murmured to herself. She was smiling so wide that her cheeks hurt. It was insane. She had just pleasured herself all the way to orgasm, outside, in public, and it had been the most terrifying experience of her life. She couldn't wait to do it again.
Suddenly, there was a crash down the alley.
"Gah!" She scrambled to yank up her pants. Her fingers felt like noodles, but she managed to cover herself just in time. Just in time for a familiar alleycat to poke its head out of a nearby trash can. She put a hand to her heart and breathed a sigh of relief. "Oh, it's only you. You know, I would appreciate it if you didn't sneak up on me like that!"
The cat yawned and then prowled closer. It sniffed at the drips of cum Fluttershy had left between her feet. Then it looked up at her quizzically. "Mreow?"
"Um... You don't need to worry about that." She was suddenly very aware of how squishy her sweatpants were. She blushed. "We should probably get home. It's getting late."
Fluttershy had gotten more daring. Her excursions edged earlier and earlier into the night. Then the night became evening. On her most recent trip to the empty streets, the sun hadn't quite set yet, and a few people still wandered the main streets. She had rushed herself a bit just to be on the safe side. The alleyways wouldn't really work, not if she wanted to keep pushing the envelop earlier and earlier into the day. They were just to busy. The off-chance of being discovered gave her a thrill, but going that route in the middle of the day would be social suicide.
Yet, she couldn't put it off. Just the idea of going out and exposing herself during the day made her giddy and just a little bit wet. She needed a plan, and she had come up with one. She'd go to the market. Not the midday market, where seemingly the entire town packed into main street, but the afternoon market. There were still plenty of people around, but not too many. She couldn't get too bold. Baby steps. Go too fast and get caught. And more importantly, in the afternoon there would be a stall available.
Specifically, the Apple Family Stall would be open. It was common knowledge that the Apples closed up a shop a bit earlier than most so that they could get home to eat dinner together. If Fluttershy's timing was right, the stall would be empty, and the chances of anyone sneaking up on her would be minuscule. None of the Apples were in the habit of leaving the dinner table once they began eating. Not many worries about intruders either; nobody would break into that stall unless they wanted to risk the wrath of Big Macintosh. And the Apples didn't keep anything of value there anyway. Once they had vacated for the day, all the stall would be good for was privacy. But not too much privacy. There was no lock, after all. There wasn't really even a door.
Her knuckles were white as she gripped the handle of her basket. She had fit all the pieces together oh so carefully. It was all timed out. By the time she reached the stall, the Apple Family would've headed home for the day. She had, of course, discussed the matter with Applejack. Not the fact that she would be using the empty stall as a masturbatory aid, of course. That would just be too awkward, and it was doubtful that Applejack would be okay with it. Fluttershy still felt a bit bad about that, but she couldn't think of any other option. No, she had let Applejack know that her shopping trip would be delayed by an hour or two, and she wouldn't be able to pick up her apples. Would it be too much of a hassle if she paid now, and Applejack left a bushel of apples in the stall where Fluttershy could pick it up? Of course not. Applejack had readily agreed, and even given her a discount.
The whole setup had eased her nerves a bit. It gave her an explanation if anybody saw her go into the stall. It wouldn't explain why she was naked inside the stall, but if she got caught in that situation, there was no talking her way out of it. The street was still bustling, if a bit less than it was at the height of the rush. She tried to blend in. If she stuck out in the crowd even the slightest bit, someone might notice her, and the last thing she wanted was to be noticed. Fortunately, nobody seemed to give her a second glance. All the faces that passed by were more or less unfamiliar. She could only assume that she was equally unfamiliar to them.
Fluttershy approached the stall. As expected, a series of heavy tarps had been unrolled over the sides and over the counter to protect the interior from unexpected weather, turning it into something of a tent. She waited until no one was looking and slipped between the side flaps. Sure enough, a bushel of apples sat in a basket beneath the counter. But that was the last thing on her mind. She was too busy taking stock of her surroundings.
The only way into the stall was through the open flap in the tarp at the side of the stall. There were a few cloth strips lining the opening. Her fingers were tingly as she tried to tie them shut. There would still be some small gaps, but it was dark. Nobody would be able to see her looking in from the outside anyway. Probably. Her hands shook as she finished tying the final knot. It would give her a few second if someone tried to come in, but not much more than that. She glanced at the counter. The tarp that covered the opening billowed in the breeze, revealing a few more tiny gaps where it was fastened to the hooks on the counter. Her heart began to pound. It was just an extra bonus.
She reached into her shopping basket and retrieved the aerobics mat that she had hidden in the bottom of it. The stall had no floor, and if she was going to do this, she need to be somewhat comfortable. She unrolled the mat in the center of the stall, and slowly sat down on it, her feet toward the flap. She took a deep breath and lay down. It was now or never. She reached up and unzipped her jacket. Beneath it she wore a simple t-shirt. Then she reached down and took hold of the bottom edge of it and began to roll it up her body. Her hands began to sweat as she reached her breasts. The sound of those just outside in the street echoed loudly in her ears. No way that was going to stop her. She slid her fingers under her bra and lifted it to her collarbone.
Her breasts popped free of of the bra and jiggled for a moment before settling into place. She shivered. The sudden cool air on her chest felt so cold. Her nipples were already hard, half from the cold, and half from arousal. She intertwined her fingers and held her hands at her waist, taking deep breaths to keep herself calm. Then her hands began to move. Seemingly of their own volition, they parted and began to float up her body, her fingertips lightly brushing across the skin of her stomach. It tickled her, just a bit. She bit her lip as she drew her fingers along the bottoms of her breasts.
She had always been proud of her chest, at least as much as her modesty allowed. Pinkie's boobs were larger, and Rarity knew how to make the absolute most of her natural perkiness, but she had always thought that she had been lucky enough to have both. Her breasts were always ample, pleasantly soft, and large enough to use as a pillow, should the need ever arise. It never had, but at least she knew she had that base covered. And despite the size, she had been lucky enough that her breasts didn't sag a great deal either. Occasionally she would feel somewhat sad that she was too shy to wear clothing that flattered her more. Well, if anyone happened across her now, they'd get an excellent view.
She cupped her breasts in her hands and squeezed. A wave of warmth washed over her. She pinched her nipples between her thumbs and forefingers and squealed, half in pain and half in pleasure. The line was blurred. Her nipples stung as she toyed with them, but the sting was giving way to more pleasure. She could feel the burning creeping lower and lower, filling her body. It was on the verge of overflowing. In fact, she was overflowing; as she shifted her body she could feel the wetness oozing from between her legs. If she kept this up, she would soak right through her skirt. She couldn't have that.
Her hand released her tit just long enough to reach down and flap the front of her skirt up. Her fingers pressed against her crotch, and came away sticky. She arched her back slightly, just enough to slip her panties down to her thighs. A delicate trail of slimy wetness hung in the air between her panties and her pussy. Her fingers broke it and slid up and down her labia, scooping up as much of her pussy juice as she could. She raised her fingers to her lips. The taste was bitter, but she couldn't help but enjoy it.
She twisted her body slightly as she continued to masturbate, rubbing her clit furiously. Her other hand wasn't lazy either. She reached up, wrapped her fingers around her breast and lifted it towards her face. She craned her neck forward, just flexible enough for her to pop her own nipple into her mouth. Her nipple was salty with sweat as she sucked on it and flicked it with her tongue. With one hand, she massaged and squeezed her other breast, and her other hand continued to rub and finger her pussy and clit.
It was then that she began to find her rhythm. The writhing, the rubbing, the sucking, the different parts of her body bounced in a variety of beats, making a music only she could hear. She could feel it, the different pleasures harmonizing within her body. The salty taste of her nipple in her mouth, the sharp twinge as she nipped at it with her teeth, the tingly pinch of her other nipple between her thumb and forefinger, the squish of her breast against her palm, the hot dampness of her fingers as they slipped in and out of herself, the warmth that rose in the pit of her abdomen... it was a song and she was the instrument.
She kept her eyes wide open, and as she pleasured herself, they kept darting to the curtains. The sun was just low enough in the sky that it shone brightly against the tarps. More importantly, it cast sharp shadows of everyone who was walking past the stand. She counted everyone who walked by. Five. Ten. A Dozen. Twenty. Twenty-five. And now someone was leaning against the vacant counter, oblivious to the fact that the town's shyest resident was in the midst of a one-woman-orgy. How many people had walked not ten feet away from her? What would Applejack think?
That would be humiliating. Applejack would have forgotten something in the stall, and she would've come back, wondered why the flaps were tied so tighty. Fluttershy would be too lost in pleasure to notice her, or to care if she did. Applejack would step into the stall just in time to witness Fluttershy's climax. Fluttershy would gasp, and the strength of her orgasm would leave a puddle of secretions on the stall floor. Applejack would blush so profusely at the indecency. Without a word, she would close the flaps and head back to the farm. They would never say a word about what had happened, but they would blush each and every time they saw each other.
As she called up the image of Applejack staring dumbstruck at her imagined orgasm, pleasure finally overwhelmed her. The genuine orgasm erupted within her. The inside of the stall vanished, replaced with a starry explosion. She wasn't lying on a mat in an abandoned apple stall, she was floating in a sea of orgasmic bliss. The unspeakable sensation ripped its way out of her throat as her nipple popped out of her mouth. The sound of her own moan snapped her out of it and she clamped her mouth shut. She shivered as the spasms began to subside. Her sweat suddenly felt cold. Had someone heard her? The shadows that the passersby cast on the tarp had stopped, doubtlessly wondering where that strangled cry had come from.
The wait was excruciating. What if they poked their head in to see what was going on? Was there any possible way of explaining herself? Sure, she probably wouldn't get in any legal trouble. She was technically in a private area, and she had Applejack's permission to be there. But word would travel. Applejack would hear about it, certainly. How would she explain this to her friend so that they were still friends afterward? Hopefully she wouldn't have to come up with anything.
The shadow shrugged and continued on its way. Fluttershy finally relaxed and set about putting her clothes back on. Her panties were practically soaked, but her skirt had avoided most of her secretions. Her back cracked as she sat up. Her chest bore the evidence of her act. One breast had five light scratches where her fingernails had dug into her flesh. Her other breast had a ring of fading toothmarks around the nipple. Fortunately she had released it before she broke the skin. Her bra would be uncomfortable enough without that. Once she was satisfied that she didn't look like she had just been masturbating, she poked her head out of the flap.
And found herself face-to-face with Applejack.
"Oh, hey Fluttershy," she said brightly. "Pickin' up those apples?"
Fluttershy nodded dumbly. She couldn't talk. The fact that her heart had jumped into her throat made that hard.
"I realized that I left some of our extra baskets back here. They didn't make it into the cart."
"O-oh," Fluttershy managed.
"Well, you enjoy those apples, alright? I made sure I picked out the best ones for you."
"Y-yes, of course. Thank you."
"No problem, I gotta get back to the house. Apple Bloom's makin' dinner, and you know how that goes. Granny's gonna need my help to fix the mess."
"Of course," Fluttershy said quickly. "Good luck with that. Thanks for the apples."
She strode past Applejack, walking as quickly as she could without breaking into a run. Five minutes. Five minutes earlier and Applejack would've walked in on her. All she could think of was that she could've cut it closer. Maybe next time.
Fluttershy had gotten more daring. Her excursions edged earlier and earlier into the night. Then the night became evening. On her most recent trip to the empty streets, the sun hadn't quite set yet, and a few people still wandered the main streets. She had rushed herself a bit just to be on the safe side. The alleyways wouldn't really work, not if she wanted to keep pushing the envelope earlier and earlier into the day. They were just too busy. The off-chance of being discovered gave her a thrill, but going that route in the middle of the day would be social suicide.
Yet, she couldn't put it off. Just the idea of going out and exposing herself during the day made her giddy and just a little bit hard. She needed a plan, and she had come up with one. She'd go to the market. Not the midday market, where seemingly the entire town packed into main street, but the afternoon market. There were still plenty of people around, but not too many. She couldn't get too bold. Baby steps. Go too fast and get caught. And more importantly, in the afternoon there would be a stall available.
Specifically, the Apple Family Stall would be open. It was common knowledge that the Apples closed up a shop a bit earlier than most so that they could get home to eat dinner together. If Fluttershy's timing was right, the stall would be empty, and the chances of anyone sneaking up on her would be minuscule. None of the Apples were in the habit of leaving the dinner table once they began eating. Not many worries about intruders either; nobody would break into that stall unless they wanted to risk the wrath of Big Macintosh. And the Apples didn't keep anything of value there anyway. Once they had vacated for the day, all the stall would be good for was privacy. But not too much privacy. There was no lock, after all. There wasn't really even a door.
Her knuckles were white as she gripped the handle of her basket, holding it over her crotch. She could feel her cock starting to harden. But it wasn't time for that yet. She had fit all the pieces together oh so carefully. It was all timed out. By the time she reached the stall, the Apple Family would've headed home for the day. She had, of course, discussed the matter with Applejack. Not the fact that she would be using the empty stall as a masturbatory aid, of course. That would just be too awkward, and it was doubtful that Applejack would be okay with it. Fluttershy still felt a bit bad about that, but she couldn't think of any other option. No, she had let Applejack know that her shopping trip would be delayed by an hour or two, and she wouldn't be able to pick up her apples. Would it be too much of a hassle if she paid now, and Applejack left a bushel of apples in the stall where Fluttershy could pick it up? Of course not. Applejack had readily agreed, and even given her a discount.
The whole setup had eased her nerves a bit. It gave her an explanation if anybody saw her go into the stall. It wouldn't explain why she was naked inside the stall and sporting a large boner, but if she got caught in that situation, there was no talking her way out of it. The street was still bustling, if a bit less than it was at the height of the rush. She tried to blend in. If she stuck out in the crowd even the slightest bit, someone might notice her, and the last thing she wanted was to be noticed. Fortunately, nobody seemed to give her a second glance. All the faces that passed by were more or less unfamiliar. She could only assume that she was equally unfamiliar to them.
Fluttershy approached the stall. As expected, a series of heavy tarps had been unrolled over the sides and over the counter to protect the interior from unexpected weather, turning it into something of a tent. She waited until no one was looking and slipped between the side flaps. Sure enough, a bushel of apples sat in a basket beneath the counter. But that was the last thing on her mind. She was too busy taking stock of her surroundings.
The only way into the stall was through the open flap in the tarp at the side of the stall. There were a few cloth strips lining the opening. Her fingers were tingly as she tried to tie them shut. There would still be some small gaps, but it was dark. Nobody would be able to see her looking in from the outside anyway. Probably. Her hands shook as she finished tying the final knot. It would give her a few second if someone tried to come in, but not much more than that. She glanced at the counter. The tarp that covered the opening billowed in the breeze, revealing a few more tiny gaps where it was fastened to the hooks on the counter. Her heart began to pound. It was just an extra bonus.
She reached into her shopping basket and retrieved the aerobics mat that she had hidden in the bottom of it. The stall had no floor, and if she was going to do this, she need to be somewhat comfortable. She unrolled the mat in the center of the stall, and slowly sat down on it, her feet toward the flap. She took a deep breath and lay down. It was now or never. She reached up and unzipped her jacket. Beneath it she wore a simple t-shirt. Then she reached down and took hold of the bottom edge of it and began to roll it up her body. Her hands began to sweat as she reached her breasts. The sound of those just outside in the street echoed loudly in her ears. No way that was going to stop her. She slid her fingers under her bra and lifted it to her collarbone.
Her breasts popped free of of the bra and jiggled for a moment before settling into place. She shivered. The sudden cool air on her chest felt so cold. Her nipples were already hard, half from the cold, and half from arousal. She intertwined her fingers and held her hands at her waist, taking deep breaths to keep herself calm. Then her hands began to move. Seemingly of their own volition, they parted and began to float up her body, her fingertips lightly brushing across the skin of her stomach. It tickled her, just a bit. She bit her lip as she drew her fingers along the bottoms of her breasts.
She had always been proud of her chest, at least as much as her modesty allowed. Pinkie's boobs were larger, and Rarity knew how to make the absolute most of her natural perkiness, but she had always thought that she had been lucky enough to have both. Her breasts were always ample, pleasantly soft, and large enough to use as a pillow, should the need ever arise. It never had, but at least she knew she had that base covered. And despite the size, she had been lucky enough that her breasts didn't sag a great deal either. Occasionally she would feel somewhat sad that she was too shy to wear clothing that flattered her more. Well, if anyone happened across her now, they'd get an excellent view.
She cupped her breasts in her hands and squeezed. A wave of warmth washed over her. She pinched her nipples between her thumbs and forefingers and squealed, half in pain and half in pleasure. The line was blurred. Her nipples stung as she toyed with them, but the sting was giving way to more pleasure. She could feel the burning creeping lower and lower, filling her body. It was on the verge of overflowing. In fact, she was overflowing. Her penis was rapidly hardening into a massive erection, pumping copious amounts of precum into her panties. If she didn't do something about it, her panties would be soaked. And possibly stretched so far that the wouldn't even stay on once the boner subsided. She couldn't have that.
Her hand released her tit just long enough to reach down and flap the front of her skirt up. Her cock was entirely erect now, or at least it was trying to be. The tip had hooked within her panties, which kept it from extending like it wanted to. A wet patch was slowly spreading around the tip. She flicked the edge of the panties, and her cock popped free. It reached nearly all the way to her belly-button, which collected her secretions like a tiny bowl. She swirled her finger in it raised it to her lips. It was sweet.
She rocked back and forth as she stroked her cock, which was already slick. The precum oozed between her fingers, and she could feel her testicles jiggling between her thighs. Her other hand wasn't lazy either. She reached up, wrapped her fingers around her breast and lifted it towards her face. She craned her neck forward, just flexible enough for her to pop her own nipple into her mouth. Her nipple was salty with sweat as she sucked on it and flicked it with her tongue. With one hand, she massaged and squeezed her other breast, and her other hand continued to vigorously pump her dick.
It was then that she began to find her rhythm. The writhing, the rubbing, the sucking, the different parts of her body bounced in a variety of beats, making a music only she could hear. She could feel it, the different pleasures harmonizing within her body. The salty taste of her nipple in her mouth, the sharp twinge as she nipped at it with her teeth, the tingly pinch of her other nipple between her thumb and forefinger, the squish of her breast against her palm, the thump of her heartbeat in the veins of her penis, the bouncing of her nutsack, the warmth that rose in the pit of her abdomen... it was a song and she was the instrument.
She kept her eyes wide open, and as she pleasured herself, they kept darting to the curtains. The sun was just low enough in the sky that it shone brightly against the tarps. More importantly, it cast sharp shadows of everyone who was walking past the stand. She counted everyone who walked by. Five. Ten. A Dozen. Twenty. Twenty-five. And now someone was leaning against the vacant counter, oblivious to the fact that the town's shyest resident was in the midst of a one-woman-orgy. How many people had walked not ten feet away from her? What would Applejack think?
That would be humiliating. Applejack would have forgotten something in the stall, and she would've come back, wondered why the flaps were tied so tighty. Fluttershy would be too lost in pleasure to notice her, or to care if she did. Applejack would step into the stall just in time to witness Fluttershy's climax. Fluttershy would gasp, and the strength of her orgasm would send a shower of cum over her whole body. Only then would she see her friend. Fluttershy would wink, and lick her own semen off of her lips. Applejack would blush so profusely at the indecency. Without a word, she would close the flaps and head back to the farm. They would never say a word about what had happened, but they would blush each and every time they saw each other.
As she called up the image of Applejack staring dumbstruck at her imagined orgasm, pleasure finally overwhelmed her. The inside of the stall vanished, replaced with a starry explosion. She wasn't lying on a mat in an abandoned apple stall, she was floating in a sea of orgasmic bliss. And her own spooge. Gobs of cum squirted from her penis, landing in long, sticky strings across her face and chest. The unspeakable sensation of orgasm ripped its way out of her throat as her nipple popped out of her mouth. The sound of her own moan snapped her out of it and she clamped her mouth shut. She shivered as the spasms began to subside. Her cock twitched as it finished emptying itself. Her sweat suddenly felt cold. Had someone heard her? The shadows that the passersby cast on the tarp had stopped, doubtlessly wondering where that strangled cry had come from.
The wait was excruciating. What if they poked their head in to see what was going on? Was there any possible way of explaining herself? Sure, she probably wouldn't get in any legal trouble. She was technically in a private area, and she had Applejack's permission to be there. But word would travel. Applejack would hear about it, certainly. How would she explain this to her friend so that they were still friends afterward? Hopefully she wouldn't have to come up with anything.
The shadow shrugged and continued on its way. Fluttershy finally relaxed and set about cleaning herself off. Most of the cum she could wipe from her face and chest and scoop into her mouth, but some of it clung to her bra and shirt and would have to be covered with her jacket. Her back cracked as she sat up. Her chest bore more evidence of her act. One breast had five light scratches where her fingernails had dug into her flesh. Her other breast had a ring of fading toothmarks around the nipple. Fortunately she had released it before she broke the skin. Her bra would be uncomfortable enough without that. Her skirt hadn't escaped unscathed either; fortunately most of cum patches were on the inside of it, but she couldn't help but think that a few of the wet spots would show through to the other side. She'd need to hide that behind her basket. Once she was satisfied that she didn't look like she had just cum all over herself, she poked her head out of the flap.
And found herself face-to-face with Applejack.
"Oh, hey Fluttershy," she said brightly. "Pickin' up those apples?"
Fluttershy nodded dumbly. She couldn't talk. The fact that her heart had jumped into her throat made that difficult. She hoped she hadn't missed any cum when she had been wiping her face off.
"I realized that I left some of our extra baskets back here. They didn't make it into the cart."
"O-oh," Fluttershy managed. She could feel the semen that had soaked into her shirt squish against her boobs as she hugged the apple basket to her chest.
"Well, you enjoy those apples, alright? I made sure I picked out the best ones for you."
"Y-yes, of course. Thank you."
"No problem, I gotta get back to the house. Apple Bloom's makin' dinner, and you know how that goes. Granny's gonna need my help to fix the mess."
"Of course," Fluttershy said quickly. "Good luck with that. Thanks for the apples."
She strode past Applejack, walking as quickly as she could without breaking into a run. Five minutes. Five minutes earlier and Applejack would've walked in on her. All she could think of was that she could've cut it closer. Maybe next time.
Fluttershy fidgeted as she watched the clock. Rainbow Dash was late. Granted, Rainbow Dash was usually late for things like this, but maybe this time she had forgotten entirely. No, no, that was just Fluttershy's nerves talking. She distracted herself by making sure that she had everything ready. Normally, she didn't really have to fuss much over having lunch with Dash; after a workout she would eat pretty much anything that wasn't a vegetable. But today she had planned things out. She had spent too much time working the nerve up to have Rainbow Dash torpedo the plan with by inhaling her food.
Chicken salad sandwiches and pretzels, the perfect combination. Specifically, chicken salad sandwiches with shredded lettuce that she had "forgotten" to remove. Dash would have to waste a bunch of time picking the vegetables out of her sandwiches. And even someone as fast as Rainbow Dash had to pace herself when eating pretzels. At least not if she didn't want to choke herself. There was lemonade, too. Extra sour, so that Dash couldn't chug it too quickly. Even for someone as impatient as Rainbow Dash, it would take at least fifteen minutes to eat everything.
Now if she would just show up...
"Hey, Fluttershy! Sorry I'm late!" Rainbow Dash burst through the door. "I got on a roll with my cloud slaloms and did an extra run. I shaved like two whole seconds off my time!"
"That's great," Fluttershy said. She was already starting to sweat, and she hadn't even done anything yet. Her thoughts began to fuzz up as she tried to think of exactly what she was supposed to say. "I'm glad it went well. I... uh... I made some sandwiches." She paused for a moment, then remembered what else she was going to say. "Oh, and I forgot that you don't like having lettuce on them. Sorry about that."
"It's okay." Rainbow Dash sighed as she picked up a sandwich. "Ugh, and it's shredded, too. Oh well." She opened it up and began picking off bits of green. "Either way, thanks for the food. Saves me from having to get it myself. What have you been up to?"
"I... uh... taking care of animals. Just the usual things. You know." She had to put out a little bit of conversation before she put her plan into action, but if she took too long, she wouldn't have time. "There were a few birds that needed help preening."
"Mmm hmm." Rainbow Dash nodded and took a big bite of her sandwich. "Aren't you going to eat anything?"
"Huh? Oh. Yes." She took a single pretzel and popped it into her mouth. "So, um. Is there any unusual weather coming up?"
"Weather? Eh, not really." Rainbow Dash shrugged. "Depending on the humidity they might have some drizzle this evening, but nothing too weird."
"Oh, drizzle?" Fluttershy gasped melodramatically. Rainbow Dash had given her the perfect segue. "That reminds me, I still have some clothes hanging up on the balcony! I should really go get them before I forget." She stood and headed for the stairs. "You can just keep eating. I should be, uh, done in a couple of minutes."
"Oh come on, that can wait until we're done. Even if it does rain it's not going to be until it starts getting dark!"
"No, I'd better do it now. I'll be right back. Just enjoy the sandwiches. And pretzels."
"Why pretzels?" Rainbow Dash asked. "I mean, I'm no chef but I didn't think that pretzels really went with chicken salad. Do you have like, some beer or something?"
"Uh, I might have some in the fridge. You can look if you want. I'll be right back. You can just wait there." She scurried up the stairway before Rainbow Dash had a chance to say anything else.
She paused at the top of the steps, just out of sight of the kitchen. Then she stomped her feet a few times in place, harder at first and then softer. Hopefully RD would think she was walking down the hall. Obviously, she wasn't. She put one hand on the wall to steady herself, keeping her eyes focused on the stairs. She could just see the corner of the table and the chair she had been sitting on a moment before. Hopefully on the off chance that Rainbow Dash got up, she'd have enough time to dart into the bathroom before she got caught.
She listened closely. All she could hear was Rainbow Dash grumbling about the presence of green stuff on her lunch. Fluttershy took a deep breath and reached up the front of her shirt. Her nipples were already hard from the anticipation. Or maybe because she hadn't worn a bra today. Maybe Rainbow Dash had noticed. Her shirt wasn't very thick. Rainbow Dash wasn't the type to point out something like that. At least not when Fluttershy was involved.
She pinched her nipple between her thumb and forefinger, biting her lip to keep herself silent. Then she dug in ever so slightly with her fingernails and squeaked softly in pain. But it was a good kind of pain. She slid her hand down her stomach and under her skirt's waistband. Her panties were already damp. She hooked the edge of her panties with her finger and pulled. Her knees trembled as the fabric drew tightly against her labia. For a split second the pleasure overwhelmed her. A sharp gasp of pleasure escaped her lips. Then a second gasp, this one of shock and anxiety. She whipped her hand out from under her skirt and clamped it over her own mouth.
The only sound she could hear was Rainbow Dash's obnoxiously loud chewing. Her friend hadn't heard. But what if she had? What if Rainbow Dash was curious? She was right there. If she stood and took just a few steps towards the stairs... if she looked up from the base of the stairway to see what was going on, she'd be able to see right up her skirt. That would be awkward on its own... but what if she noticed the dampness? Fluttershy couldn't remember if the panties she was wearing would be transparent.
That might not even matter. Her pussy was so wet that her juice was slowly beginning to drip down her legs. Rainbow Dash couldn't help but notice that. Rainbow Dash would probably stare for a good, long moment. She would be too dumbfounded to look away. It would take a minute for her brain to realize what was going on, that Fluttershy, her childhood friend, had snuck off in the middle of lunch to touch herself, just out of view. Then a blush as red as a tomato would spread across Dash's face. It would only make Fluttershy more wet. Dash would stammer some question about what she was doing. And Fluttershy would simply answer "what does it look like?", reach down, and fill her pussy with as many fingers as she could fit.
But Rainbow Dash hadn't looked up. At least, she hadn't yet. She was still eating. Fluttershy's modesty was still safe.
She reached down once more. Only this time she pushed at her panties rather than pulling. One wiggle of her hips, and her panties slid down her legs, leaving a damp trail down her legs. She pinched the edge of her panties between her toes and lifted them to her hand. There was no doubt, now, if Rainbow Dash so much as glanced in her direction, she'd get a clear view of her pussy. Fluttershy would be mortified, and yet... as she reached down to snatch her underwear, she paused. For a long moment she stood still, exposing her crotch to the empty stairwell.
"Fluttershy!"
She almost jumped out of her skin at the sound of Rainbow's voice.
"Y-yes?"
"What's taking you so long? Aren't you gonna eat?"
"I'll be down in a few minutes," she called back, not too loud. She didn't want Rainbow Dash to think too hard about why she was right at the top of the stairs. "You can just keep eating."
"Alright."
Fluttershy put a hand over her heart. It was beating faster than ever, and it felt amazing. She looked down and realized that her panties were still clasped in her hand. Most of the fabric was soaked through with her pussy juice. It glistened. Before she even had time to think, she found herself stuffing them into her mouth, the wet patch pressed against her tongue. The taste was bitter, but she couldn't get enough of it. She sucked on the panties as if she were dying of thirst.
The sensation of the taste rushed through her. It was like the pussy juice that she swallowed was going right through her and pouring right back out of her Her entire hand was slick as she gently fingered her clitoris. At the bottom of the stairs, Rainbow Dash munched on the pretzels. She could hear her. She was so close, and she had no idea that her friend was on the verge of orgasm.
Fluttershy chewed on her tongue. She could feel herself coming closer and closer to coming. Would she be able to keep herself from crying out? The past two times, she had held her tongue, but she had never been so close before.Or rather, did she really want to? How could she possibly get any more daring than to allow herself to cry out? Rainbow Dash might hear her, and look up the stairs, and see her pleasuring herself. The mere thought of the look on Dash's face nearly made her climax.
"Hey, Fluttershy!" Rainbow Dash called.
Fluttershy's knees buckled slightly. Her body wanted to orgasm so hard, but she held it in.
"Y-yes?"
"Do you have any mustard? And I'm talking about the spicy brown stuff, not that bright yellow goop."
"It's in the fridge," she managed. She had to keep her balance. It was a thin line between maintaining her arousal so she wouldn't lose it completely, and not overdoing it and coming while she was talking. "It's in the back, behind the ketchup."
"Ok, thanks."
She heard the squeak of Rainbow Dash's chair being pushed back. But she didn't hear footsteps.
"Fluttershy, are you okay?"
"Y-yes. Of course." She gulped. "Why do you ask?"
"You just sound a little... I dunno. Strained, maybe?"
"I...I'm just a little tired. That's all. I'm almost done. I'll be right down."
There was a moment of silence. Fluttershy's entire body tensed, waiting to see if Rainbow Dash would catch her. All she had to do was take a step towards the stairs. Just one step and Fluttershy would be more humiliated than she had ever been in her life. Not that Fluttershy would mind, not entirely. It would be embarrassing at first, but Rainbow Dash was a close friend after all.
"Alright, whatever," Rainbow Dash said. "If you say so."
Fluttershy heard a few steps and then the sound of the refrigerator door. Her heart bounced up and down, not sure whether to be relieved or disappointed. If Rainbow Dash had caught her, maybe once the initial awkwardness had worn off... maybe, just maybe... if it was okay with Rainbow Dash, she could do it again, and have an audience. She could strip naked, lie back on her couch, legs open, pussy spread, letting Rainbow Dash stare to her heart's content as she fondled herself... maybe Rainbow Dash would be so aroused by the spectacle that she would begin to touch herself...
As the image floated across her mind, her pleasure overwhelmed her. It was as if the feeling were a spring, and every movement wound it tighter and tighter until it exploded. Her knuckles were white as she clamped her hand on the railing to keep herself from falling as her orgasm shook her body. Pussy juice poured through the fingers of her other hand as she frantically rubbed herself, trying to wring every last drop of excitement from herself. As the climax hit, a single, loud moan escaped her lips. She was too lost in the sensation to care.
So what if Rainbow Dash saw her? So what if she got caught masturbating? It was her own house, after all. It was perfectly normal to want to experience sexual pleasure and oh Celestia what if somepony saw her?
As the rush of ecstasy faded, the fear hit her every bit as hard as Rainbow Dash did in a crash landing. Her hand whipped up and snatched her panties out of her mouth, and she fumbled them in her shaky fingers. They fell to the floor, landing squarely in the small puddle of secretions that her orgasm had produced. She quickly wiped up the dampness with the underwear and slipped them back on, wobbling as she tried to get them back on before Rainbow Dash noticed.
She made it, just in time. Her skirt fell back into place just as Rainbow Dash poked her head up the bottom of the stairs.
"You okay? You just made some sort of weird..." she narrowed her eyes, "noise. What was that?"
"I..." Fluttershy searched for an explanation. Anything other than explaining that she had just had an orgasm. "...I stubbed my toe. That's all."
Rainbow Dash stared at her. Fluttershy wasn't sure if she bought it or not. Then Rainbow Dash shrugged.
"Alright, whatever. Will you get down here already? I came over here to have lunch with you, not to have lunch in your house while you run around and do your laundry or whatever."
"I was just on my way down," she said. "I just... finished." She smiled. Her panties were soaked, and her legs were wet, but she didn't mind. In fact, the small squish she made as she sat at the table was almost like a trophy. Then a chill ran down her spine. What would she do next? What else could she do? How could she top this?
"You sure you're okay?" Rainbow Dash asked. "You look like you're zoning out a little."
Fluttershy smiled. Her plans could wait. For now she could just bask in her own afterglow.
"It's nothing," she said as she took a sandwich. "I was just thinking about something else."
Fluttershy fidgeted as she watched the clock. Rainbow Dash was late. Granted, Rainbow Dash was usually late for things like this, but maybe this time she had forgotten entirely. No, no, that was just Fluttershy's nerves talking. She distracted herself by making sure that she had everything ready. Normally, she didn't really have to fuss much over having lunch with Dash; after a workout she would eat pretty much anything that wasn't a vegetable. But today she had planned things out. She had spent too much time working the nerve up to have Rainbow Dash torpedo the plan by inhaling her food.
Chicken salad sandwiches and pretzels, the perfect combination. Specifically, chicken salad sandwiches with shredded lettuce that she had "forgotten" to remove. Dash would have to waste a bunch of time picking the vegetables out of her sandwiches. And even someone as fast as Rainbow Dash had to pace herself when eating pretzels. At least not if she didn't want to choke herself. There was lemonade, too. Extra sour, so that Dash couldn't chug it too quickly. Even for someone as impatient as Rainbow Dash, it would take at least fifteen minutes to eat everything.
Now if she would just show up...
"Hey, Fluttershy! Sorry I'm late!" Rainbow Dash burst through the door. "I got on a roll with my cloud slaloms and did an extra run. I shaved like two whole seconds off my time!"
"That's great," Fluttershy said. She was already starting to sweat, and she hadn't even done anything yet. Her thoughts began to fuzz up as she tried to think of exactly what she was supposed to say. "I'm glad it went well. I... uh... I made some sandwiches." She paused for a moment, then remembered what else she was going to say. "Oh, and I forgot that you don't like having lettuce on them. Sorry about that."
"It's okay." Rainbow Dash sighed as she picked up a sandwich. "Ugh, and it's shredded, too. Oh well." She opened it up and began picking off bits of green. "Either way, thanks for the food. Saves me from having to get it myself. What have you been up to?"
"I... uh... taking care of animals. Just the usual things. You know." She had to put out a little bit of conversation before she put her plan into action, but if she took too long, she wouldn't have time. "There were a few birds that needed help preening."
"Mmm hmm." Rainbow Dash nodded and took a big bite of her sandwich. "Aren't you going to eat anything?"
"Huh? Oh. Yes." She took a single pretzel and popped it into her mouth. "So, um. Is there any unusual weather coming up?"
"Weather? Eh, not really." Rainbow Dash shrugged. "Depending on the humidity they might have some drizzle this evening, but nothing too weird."
"Oh, drizzle?" Fluttershy gasped melodramatically. Rainbow Dash had given her the perfect segue. "That reminds me, I still have some clothes hanging up on the balcony! I should really go get them before I forget." She stood and headed for the stairs. "You can just keep eating. I should be, uh, done in a couple of minutes."
"Oh come on, that can wait until we're done. Even if it does rain it's not going to be until it starts getting dark!"
"No, I'd better do it now. I'll be right back. Just enjoy the sandwiches. And pretzels."
"Why pretzels?" Rainbow Dash asked. "I mean, I'm no chef but I didn't think that pretzels really went with chicken salad. Do you have like, some beer or something?"
"Uh, I might have some in the fridge. You can look if you want. I'll be right back. You can just wait there." She scurried up the stairway before Rainbow Dash had a chance to say anything else, or notice the fact that Fluttershy was beginning to pitch a tent under her skirt.
She paused at the top of the steps, just out of sight of the kitchen. Then she stomped her feet a few times in place, harder at first and then softer. Hopefully RD would think she was walking down the hall. Obviously, she wasn't. She put one hand on the wall to steady herself, keeping her eyes focused on the stairs. She could just see the corner of the table and the chair she had been sitting on a moment before. Hopefully on the off chance that Rainbow Dash got up, she'd have enough time to dart into the bathroom before she got caught.
She listened closely. All she could hear was Rainbow Dash grumbling about the presence of green stuff on her lunch. Fluttershy took a deep breath and reached up the front of her shirt. Both her nipples and her cock were already hard from the anticipation. Or maybe because she hadn't worn a bra today. Maybe Rainbow Dash had noticed. Her shirt wasn't very thick. Rainbow Dash wasn't the type to point out something like that. At least not when Fluttershy was involved.
She pinched her nipple between her thumb and forefinger, biting her lip to keep herself silent. Then she dug in ever so slightly with her fingernails and squeaked softly in pain. But it was a good kind of pain. She glanced down. Her penis was already fully erect, holding up the fabric of her skirt like a flag. She hooked the edge of her panties with her finger and pulled. Her knees trembled as the fabric drew tightly against both her labia and her balls. For a split second the pleasure overwhelmed her. A sharp gasp of pleasure escaped her lips. Then a second gasp, this one of shock and anxiety. She whipped her hand out from under her skirt and clamped it over her own mouth.
The only sound she could hear was Rainbow Dash's obnoxiously loud chewing. Her friend hadn't heard. But what if she had? What if Rainbow Dash was curious? She was right there. If she stood and took just a few steps towards the stairs... if she looked up from the base of the stairway to see what was going on, she'd be able to see right up her skirt.
That might not even matter. Her cock stuck straight out; her skirt would barely even cover it, and there was a wet patch at the tip where her precum was starting to soak through. Rainbow Dash couldn't help but notice that. Rainbow Dash would probably stare for a good, long moment. She would be too dumbfounded to look away. It would take a minute for her brain to realize what was going on, that Fluttershy, her childhood friend, had snuck off in the middle of lunch to rub one out, just out of view. Then a blush as red as a tomato would spread across Dash's face. It would only make Fluttershy harder. Dash would stammer some question about what she was doing. And Fluttershy would simply answer "what does it look like?", reach down, and start pumping her cock as if she were churning butter.
But Rainbow Dash hadn't looked up. At least, she hadn't yet. She was still eating. Fluttershy's modesty was still safe.
She reached down once more and flicked the edge of her skirt up so that it rested on top of the shaft of her penis There was no doubt, now, if Rainbow Dash so much as glanced in her direction, she'd get a clear view of everything. Fluttershy would be mortified, and yet... she paused. For a long moment she stood still, exposing her crotch to the empty stairwell.
"Fluttershy!"
She almost jumped out of her skin at the sound of Rainbow's voice. Her cock bounced.
"Y-yes?"
"What's taking you so long? Aren't you gonna eat?"
"I'll be down in a few minutes," she called back, not too loud. She didn't want Rainbow Dash to think too hard about why she was right at the top of the stairs. "You can just keep eating."
"Alright."
Fluttershy put a hand over her heart. It was beating faster than ever, and it felt amazing. Her dick throbbed, waiting for her to begin stroking. The tip glistened with precum. She licked her lips Before she even had time to think, she had reached down, wiped the precum off with her finger, and popped it into her mouth. The taste was bitter, but she couldn't get enough of it. She sucked on her finger as if she were dying of thirst.
The sensation of the taste rushed through her. It was like the secretion that she swallowed was going right through her and pouring right back out of her cock. Her entire other hand was slick as she slowly stroked her cock. At the bottom of the stairs, Rainbow Dash munched on the pretzels. She could hear her. She was so close, and she had no idea that her friend was on the verge of orgasm.
Fluttershy chewed on her tongue. She could feel herself coming closer and closer to coming. Would she be able to keep herself from crying out? The past two times, she had held her tongue, but she had never been so close before.Or rather, did she really want to? How could she possibly get any more daring than to allow herself to cry out? Rainbow Dash might hear her, and look up the stairs, and see her pleasuring herself. The mere thought of the look on Dash's face nearly made her climax.
"Hey, Fluttershy!" Rainbow Dash called.
Fluttershy's knees buckled slightly. Her body wanted to orgasm so hard, but she held it in. She squeezed her cock hard, as if to keep the semen inside through sheer force.
"Y-yes?"
"Do you have any mustard? And I'm talking about the spicy brown stuff, not that bright yellow goop."
"It's in the fridge," she managed. She had to keep her balance. It was a thin line between maintaining her arousal so she wouldn't lose it completely, and not overdoing it and coming while she was talking. "It's in the back, behind the ketchup."
"Ok, thanks."
She heard the squeak of Rainbow Dash's chair being pushed back. But she didn't hear footsteps.
"Fluttershy, are you okay?"
"Y-yes. Of course." She gulped. "Why do you ask?"
"You just sound a little... I dunno. Strained, maybe?"
"I...I'm just a little tired. That's all. I'm almost done. I'll be right down."
There was a moment of silence. Fluttershy's entire body tensed, waiting to see if Rainbow Dash would catch her. All she had to do was take a step towards the stairs. Just one step and Fluttershy would be more humiliated than she had ever been in her life. Not that Fluttershy would mind, not entirely. It would be embarrassing at first, but Rainbow Dash was a close friend after all.
"Alright, whatever," Rainbow Dash said. "If you say so."
Fluttershy heard a few steps and then the sound of the refrigerator door. Her heart bounced up and down, not sure whether to be relieved or disappointed. If Rainbow Dash had caught her, maybe once the initial awkwardness had worn off... maybe, just maybe... if it was okay with Rainbow Dash, she could do it again, and have an audience. She could strip naked, lie back on her couch, legs open, pussy spread, cock hard as a rock, letting Rainbow Dash stare to her heart's content as she jacked herself off... maybe Rainbow Dash would be so aroused by the spectacle that she would get a boner of her own...
As the image floated across her mind, her pleasure overwhelmed her. It was as if the feeling were a spring, and every movement wound it tighter and tighter until it exploded. Her knuckles were white as she clamped her hand on the railing to keep herself from falling as her orgasm shook her body. Cum spurted into the palm of her hand as she furiously stroked herself, trying to wring every last drop of excitement from her cock. As the climax hit, a single, loud moan escaped her lips. She was too lost in the sensation to care.
So what if Rainbow Dash saw her? So what if she got caught masturbating? It was her own house, after all. It was perfectly normal to want to experience sexual pleasure and oh Celestia what if somepony saw her.
As the rush of ecstasy faded, a thought struck her every bit as hard as Rainbow Dash did in a crash landing. What about the cleanup? Sure, now that she had cum, she could hide her cock under her skirt, but what about her ejaculation? She looked down. Even in the throes of an orgasm, she had somehow had the presence of mind to catch most of her semen in her cupped hand. She heard the squeak of the chair. Rainbow Dash was standing, and she had mere seconds to get rid of her spooge. There was no other option. She lifted her hand to her mouth and gulped it down. It was salty, bitter, and slightly sour, but the sheer fact of her eating her own cum almost gave her another boner. But her sheer force of will kept her cock flaccid. She just had to hope that she could get it all down before Rainbow Dash noticed.
She made it, just in time. She had just licked the last drop of cum from her hand as Rainbow Dash poked her head up the bottom of the stairs.
"You okay? You just made some sort of weird..." she narrowed her eyes, "noise. What was that?"
"I..." Fluttershy searched for an explanation. Anything other than explaining that she had just had an orgasm. She made sure that her hands were crossed over the wet spot on her skirt."...I stubbed my toe. That's all."
Rainbow Dash stared at her. Fluttershy wasn't sure if she bought it or not. Then Rainbow Dash shrugged.
"Alright, whatever. Will you get down here already? I came over here to have lunch with you, not to have lunch in your house while you run around and do your laundry or whatever."
"I was just on my way down," she said. "I just... finished." She smiled. Her panties were soaked, and there was a wet spot on her skirt from where the last bit of cum had oozed out, but she didn't mind. In fact, the small squish she made as she sat at the table was almost like a trophy. Then a chill ran down her spine. What would she do next? What else could she do? How could she top this?
"You sure you're okay?" Rainbow Dash asked. "You look like you're zoning out a little."
Fluttershy smiled. Her plans could wait. For now she could just bask in her own afterglow.
"It's nothing," she said as she took a sandwich. "I was just thinking about something else."
