It all started with some simple requests from different fillies and colts from my school. You see, I’m kinda addicted to taking photos of many things with my camera. I’m very good at it; it is part of my special talent after all. However, I didn’t mean for my addiction to go this far.
My name is Featherweight and I’m a timid little colt. Not too many of my classmates come my way, but I still had a good amount of friends. But then one day, some of my classmates would ask me to snap pictures of them posing just for fun; and maybe let them have them after I finished developing them. It seemed harmless enough, so I did it.
Back at home, I would use a special device that my dad gave to me to develop my photos. I took a look at the photos of my colt classmates first; they were posing to make themselves look tough and they were acting all manly; I loved them a lot!
But when I looked at the photos of the fillies… w-w-w-whoa; what was… this? When I looked at these I felt a weird sensation come over me. My face blushed bright red, my wings suddenly popped open, and sweat started dripping down my feathers. My eyes grew wide as they continue to stay stuck on the photos. Obviously some of my filly classmates didn’t know what they were doing when they were posing; I guess I didn’t realize this either when I took them in the first place.
Some of the poses they did seemed a bit… suggestive-looking. Some of them were sprawled all out on the ground in many awkward positions; as a matter of fact, could you even call these poses illegal for our age? Maybe they were trying to pose a little too much. Originally these photos looked very wrong to me; considering me being a colt and how we feel about fillies at this age, but for some reason, I… I-I couldn’t look away. These poses were very mesmerizing to me; the way they lifted their tails in the air and waved it around, the faces they made towards the camera and the certain views of their… ‘Gulp!’… flanks.
You know I never really thought about it, but there were times where I found myself ogling at some of my filly classmates with much observation. However, they would look back and I would blush and quickly turn around so none of them would notice. I never got to look at them closely that way. But these… these photos were lifeless, still, and motionless; and even better, they didn’t look back at me!
But wait, some of these did look like they were looking at me… No, No, don’t think that. They can’t see you; I-I-I can ogle at them all I want. No-pony can stop me from enjoying what I see. ‘Gasp’ Oh no, am I becoming… a pervert? Well… so what, I can’t just stop now; a whole new window of opportunity was open to me now! I wanted to take more photos of my filly classmates for me to ogle at… oh, and maybe the colts to if they ask.
-----
I went outside and started to lurk around to see if I could catch any fillies I knew in any perfect situation to secretly snap a photo of. But then a certain thought came to my mind; I wonder how those crusaders are doing. You know, the Cutiemark Crusaders: Apple Bloom, Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo. They were always together a lot figuring out how to earn their cutiemarks. I’m sure that those three won’t mind having their pictures taken again. Plus, there was something about their bare, blank flanks that just made them seem more alluring to me than the others. I closed my eyes imagining how they would excitedly shake their sexy little flanks to see if they earned a cutiemark; ‘Sigh!’ Sometimes it was just too easy.
Suddenly, I heard some nearby voices.
“Oh no girls look out!”
“AHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!” ‘CRASH!’
I quickly rushed towards a nearby clearing, and then slowly poked my head out of some bushes. Would you believe it, it was them; the crusaders! Whatever attempt they were trying this time ended up with them being hung upside-down in the trees by their back hooves… again.
“Way to go Scootaloo,” said Apple Bloom, “look what your idea got us!”
“How was I supposed to know that we would end up like this… again?”
“Maybe it’s because that is exactly what happed last time, ya big dodo!”
“Don’t call me a dodo!”
“Um, guys…” said Sweetie Belle, “my head is starting to feel funny.”
I could only think of one word at that point… JACKPOT!!! All three crusaders were stuck upside-down in a tree and they couldn’t get down! Wow, this was a perfect opportunity for me to snap a photo of all three of them in such an embarrassing position together. It would be like catching three different pony cuties in one package; an earth pony, a pegasus pony and a unicorn pony! Score!
I just stood there in my hiding spot continuing to gaze upon my perfect view of such a wonderful sight. Three cute little flanks side-by-side with their legs apart and their tails flailing around; I had a full view of everything. Oh sweet celestia, my wings are flapping like crazy! However, I had to contain myself and not waste this opportunity. I held up my camera, zoomed in a little, and then I pressed the button.
‘FLASH!’
“Huh, Apple Bloom did you see that,” said Scootaloo, “I saw a flash!”
“Where, Ah didn’t see it,” answered Apple Bloom.
“I-I think I did,” added Sweetie Belle.
Out of the three crusaders, Sweetie Belle was by far my favorite one. Perhaps it’s because of the appearance of her soft, comfy white coat, and her little bouncy mane curls and tail. Plus staring into her emerald green eyes always left me feeling mesmerized and lost in a fantasy world. However, it was all of these things along with her overall pure innocence that sort of turned me on a little whenever I got near her; and seeing that her innocence was being unintentionally ruined right in front of me just turned me on even more. I couldn’t help myself; I had to take a couple of quick single pictures of her. Seeing her like this all the time would give me a real treat to enjoy. I held up my camera once more and zoom it in closer to Sweetie belle… and then I pressed the again.
‘FLASH!’
“There it is again,” shouted Scootaloo, “Is some-pony poking fun at us?!”
‘FLASH!’
Apple Bloom had an amusing scowl on her face. She was so cute when she was mad.
“Whoever ya are, come out… now!”
Oh well, I knew I couldn’t hide forever; but I got what I wanted. Time to put on a good act so no one would be suspicious. I walked out of the bushes so I was in their view.
“Hey girls, looks like you’re in quite a pickle.”
Their eyes grew wide upon seeing me… and my camera.
“Featherweight,” said Apple Bloom, “what are you doin’ here? Did ya take photos of us like this?”
“What, me,” I said with a straight innocent face, “Why would I ever…”
Suddenly, Sweetie Belle put on an adorable sad face that made my feathers stand on end.
“You did do it, didn’t you?”
I couldn’t lie to such a pretty face so I confessed.
“Y-yeah guilty as charged.”
Scootaloo started to wiggle around in anger and then shot a threat at me.
“If you show any-pony those photos, you’ll be sorry!”
“Oh don’t worry; this was just for a laugh. I won’t show any-pony, I promise.”
Yeah, any-pony except yours truly.
“Ah ya sure you promise,” asked Apple Bloom looking at me suspiciously.
I raised my right hoof up and held the left one on my chest and said, “I swear on my own cutiemark that I will not show any-pony these photos.”
Apple Bloom just rolled her eyes, “Fine, just get us down from here, please?”
“I would be delighted,” I said in a more elegant tone.
I flew up to where their ropes were tangled and simply untangled them. But I didn’t think to catch the crusaders after I got them untangled as they fell on the ground with a hard ‘Thud!’
“Man, this is really getting old,” groaned Scootaloo.
After they all got up and shook themselves off, Sweetie Belle ran up to me and gave me a big hug while tearing a bit, “Thanks a lot Featherweight; Thank you! I thought we were going to stay stuck there for a long time!”
“U-u-u-u-uh… s-s-sure, n-no problem.”
Sweet pony feathers! Her soft fluffy body is moving and pressing up against mine holding me very tightly; it felt... so soft… so warm…so awesome! I wanted that moment in Sweetie’s embrace to last forever, but she eventually let go when she was done hugging me; it was nice while it lasted.
“So you are going to delete those photos, right,” said Scootaloo while giving me another threatening look.
“Hey, I did say I promise and I gave you my word! By the way, can you three do me a favor?”
All three fillies looked at each other becoming curious of what I had to say.
“Sure, what is it,” asked Apple Bloom.
This was my chance to get more photos of these crusaders; their curiosity will be my pleasure, heh heh.
“I was just looking for you guys to… tell you that I wanted to work a little on my group shots; because I thought that you three would be the perfect candidates for my practice. What do you say?”
“Really, taking photos of all three of us,” said my dear Sweetie Belle, “I never thought of that.”
“So how do you want it to be,” asked Apple Bloom?
Yes, I got them hooked and now it was time to reel them in.
“Well, a perfect shot that I imagined had you three… beside each other with your left side facing towards me.”
And surprise, surprise, they actually did what I told them to do. I wonder what else I could make them do.
“Now I need each of you to kneel down… heh, in a fetal position.”
“Huh, a what,” said Scootaloo sounding very confused.
She really needs to sleep less and study more.
“You know, l-like a… a baby calf!”
Apple Bloom suddenly had a big gleam in her eyes, “Oh, I know that position! Follow my lead girls; I see this sometimes on the farm.”
Apple Bloom slowly knelt down on the ground with her nice young country backside in a sitting position and her fore-hooves bent under her. Upon seeing this, the other two soon followed after. Sweetie got it better than I thought she would, but Scootaloo… well let’s just say it wasn’t her best performance.
Without sounding too excited, I shouted out, “That’s perfect!” But now it was time for me to be a little sneaky without them realizing. I got near behind them and told them my next step.
“Okay, now just for fun… kind of swing your tails a little and look in my direction.”
Unfortunately for me, Scootaloo wasn’t so sure about doing that in front of me.
“Hey wait a minute, what are you trying to go with this exactly?!”
I had to think of something quick!
“Uh… n-nothing, I just thought that by doing that the photos would seem more… flashy and not so… mundane?”
“Come on Scootaloo, its okay,” said Sweetie Belle just in time, “After all I’m sure he knows what he is doing; so… I don’t mind.”
She smiled in my direction and blushed a little while she began to swish her tail around a little.
“See, it’s no big deal.”
I couldn’t have said it better myself.
“Fine,” said Scootaloo, “just don’t get any funny ideas.”
Apple Bloom and Scootaloo started to go along with Sweetie Belle and began to swing their tails around in sync. The sight almost made my heart melt into a puddle of goo; I thought it couldn’t get any better. But I was proven wrong when the wind started to blow a little around us; their fur was waving in the air’s light current making the spectacle before me even more magical. Oh thank Celestia for giving me this opportunity.
“Hey, featherweight,” shouted Apple Bloom, “are we going to do this or not?!”
“Oh, r-r-right!”
I kind of got lost in the moment by their tails and manes flowing in the wind. I got to work on my shots.
I got to the right corner side of them and snapped a few shots, then did the same on the opposite side. I had try all different angles to test the lighting effects of sun. The faces they gave me while snapping the photos were definitely model-worthy, even for their age. However Sweetie Belle shined the most out of all of them; after all look who her sister is.
“Umm… would you guys mind that for one more picture, you rest your head and right hoof on the front one’s flank… except you Apple Bloom; just rest your head on your right hoof on the ground.
Surprisingly, they didn’t seem to mind that much of doing that.
“Alright.”
“Sure.”
“Okay!”
And they did it, they actually did it! Scootaloo had her head resting on Sweetie’s nice fluffy rump and Sweetie laid her head on Apple Bloom’s! Looking in my direction, they all had a face of comfort; they were relaxing and smiling. But something was missing… ah; that’s it!
“Oh, and Apple Bloom, would you let your mane down for a sec?”
She looked at me very curiously and wondered why I wanted her to do that.
“Well, okay… you’re the photographer.”
She lifted up her left hoof and pulled off her hair bow; thus her mane was now flowing with the wind in the shining sun like a sweet southern belle. Now the scene was perfect.
“Okay g-give me some sweet smiles!”
I took photos of them like this from all angles… and I mean all angles. Oh man, I feel dirty, especially around Sweetie Belle.
The wind soon died down and I was done! I got what I wanted and none of them found out about my newfound fetish; in fact they ended up enjoying themselves just like when we did it at the school.
“That was fun,” said Sweetie Belle cheerfully, “I hope we help you practiced good enough to improve your talent, Featherweight.”
“You sure did…” I said in a sultry way, “Uh… I-I-I mean… you guys were a good help, thank you.”
“Yeah, you’re welcome,” said Scootaloo. She then approached me and put her hoof under my neck and gave me another suspicious look. “You just remember to delete those other photos from before, or so help me…”
Just then, Apple Bloom pulled her off of me; not that I didn’t mind, I liked her feisty attitude.
“Umm… Scootaloo, I think he got your point; no need to threaten him any further.”
“Come on girls,” shouted Sweetie Belle, “I just remembered that my sister promised that she take all of us to that park fair at Canterlot! We have to hurry or we’ll be late!”
They all ran after her while trying not to tire themselves out.
“Again we were happy to help,” Apple Bloom shouted out, “We’ll see you tomorrow to get those photos!”
Suddenly, Scootaloo stopped for a moment and turned towards me giving me one more threatening stare while lightly mouthing out, “I’m… watching… you…” Then she ran off.
Geez, she just can’t let it go can she?
-----
That was a blast taking more photos of those three fillies, their great poses and sexy posteriors will serve my new lust for pleasure. Man those crusaders, they were so gullible. They didn’t suspect a thing; except for Scootaloo, she was definitely suspicious especially from all the threats she kept giving me. Good thing Apple Bloom and my little Sweetie Belle kept her in check.
‘Sigh’ Sweetie Belle, I just wanted to go back into her soft, warm embrace that she gave earlier. At that moment my mind was gone and my meaning of life started to center around her. As I walked along near the Ponyville Park I couldn’t help but close my eyes and imagine Sweetie Belle walking right in front of me with her fluffy rump switching around while her bouncy, curly tail was swinging back and forth, back and forth, back and forth… oh yeah, shake that fluffy rump Sweetie.
“Hey Featherweight, what are ya doing; taking more pictureth?”
Huh, who was that? Who was calling out to me; whoever it was interrupted my Sweetie fantasy.
“Tho… are you? Whath wrong, you theem to have thomething on your mind.”
Wait a second; I’d recognize that voice lisp anywhere! I turn around to find another one of my filly classmates behind me; it was Twist!
“Oh hey Twist, didn’t see you there. Guess I was daydreaming or something.”
Twist just made an adorable nerdy smile at me, “Well, what are you up to; not that I want to intrude into your private buthineth or anything.”
In school, Twist would be considered the main class nerd; not just because of how she was like, but because of how she looked. Her tomato-red mane was all wild and frizzy, she sported freckles on each cheek… um, on her face of course, and she was always wearing a lovely pair of purple glasses. But to top it all off, she had a little cute lisp in her speech. Whenever she talks, her S’s sound like the T-h sound. Most colts find her weird and a little awkward to be around with, but I thought differently. In fact, aside from Sweetie Belle, Twist was next to my favorite filly to gaze upon and think about all the time. Maybe it was her nerdy exterior that drew me to her beauty.
She was staring at me with her dazzling pink eyes hoping that I was going to answer her; she couldn’t have picked a better time to ask.
“Well actually Twist, I was looking for you.”
“Really,” she said excitedly, “you were looking for me? Oh how thweet! Wait, why were you looking for me?”
“Well… you see… I was just wondering…”
What should I say this time? Maybe I could tell her that… no, that wouldn’t be good enough. Perhaps I could just… oh screw this; I had to admit that I had no time to figure out an excuse this time.
“I want to take more photos of you!” I closed my eyes tightly just waiting to hear her freakout a little, but…
“You want… to take more phototh… of me,” said Twist confusingly, “why me?”
Being around Twist was just as perversely nerve wrecking as being around Sweetie Belle. All this time I have been observing their bodies and thinking certain thoughts about them without fully realizing what I was feeling; but after seeing the photos I took recently, my mind was fully open to what my mind was really thinking.
I then answered Twist’s question, “I think that you’re really ho… erm… pretty and cute; so cute in fact that… I couldn’t resist taking more pictures of you. I would love that.”
Twist couldn’t believe what I was saying; after all no other colt has ever spoken to her like that and none of them called her cute or pretty, just clumsy and nerdy.
“Oh my gothh, no-pony hath ever exprethh themthelveth to me like that! You really think I’m cute… ‘Giggle, Snort’ and pretty?”
Oh man, is it wrong for me to find her snort giggling kind of… hot? Well, I couldn’t help it; her whole appearance along with that… giggle, was just so alluring to me. Is just me or am I saying alluring a lot.
Suddenly I saw her eyeballing me with a partially seductive face while grinning slighty, “Hey Featherweight, I can thee your wingth popping up.”
“Aw horsefeathers,” I shouted while blushing. It must have been so obvious to her now why I asked so I assumed she wasn’t going agree. “So… I guess that’s a no?”
“Of courthe not thilly,” Twist replied, “If you really wanted to take more phototh of me that badly, I’ll gladly athept your offer;” She then walked up close to me while swaggering her flank a little and then placed her nose on mine staring deep in my eyes, “and I’ll make every minute worth your while.”
Oh snap, was this really happening? Twist was acting more different than how I regularly see her. She knew what I was planning and she didn’t mind; I think that my possible thoughts were turning her on. Still, I never thought she would be this openly about it. She slowly pulled her face away and turned away from me while lightly brushing her tail across the underside of my chin. That gesture sent chills down and across every inch of my body; and my wings were flapping so hard I literally hovered above the ground without knowing it. After playfully teasing me a bit she turned towards me and spoke.
“So, what do you want me to do?”
My mind was too far gone to think of something, so I just told her, “Umm… you know what, you can pose… however you like; surprise me.”
She gave me a little smirk, “Okay, whatever you thay.”
I had no idea what I just did; the heat of the day was about to seem hotter to me. Twist slowly stretched out in front of her causing her flank and tail to rise way up in the air; she sort of shook it a bit too. I think she was doing a signal for me to snap a photo, but I didn’t realize at first because my eyes were too fixed on her rump.
“Well, thnap it already,” she complained sarcastically while smiling, “my thweet theat ith getting awfully tired.”
She was really into doing this, but I think I got that message when she was up in my face. I went on taking a few shots of her in that position, and even though I felt nervous I enjoyed every minute of it. I even took one from behind her left backside; she didn’t mind though.
“Now, let me get a bit more comfortable,” Twist said with a michevious grin.
She laid down on her belly then shifted her body on the side while holding her head up with her right hoof; then she crossed her back legs and tilted her flank in my direction so that her cutiemark was in my view.
“Ith thith to your liking,” said Twist flailing her tail a little.
This filly was freakin’ nuts! It’s like she knew exactly how to seduce a colt like me, if that’s was even allowed. But who cares… I’m taking advantage of it! One thing that drew me to her flank though was her cutiemark; two candy canes that partially cross each other in a heart-like shape. In my naughty little mind, I just wanted to go right up to her mark and give it a good lick… ohhh. I licked my lips just thinking about it.
“You naughty little colt,” said Twist, “you want to lick my cutiemark don’t you?”
Darn it, she caught me daydreaming again!
“Well… go ahead,” she said with a slight blush, “I don’t mind.”
Was she serious, she was actually going to let me do it?! Well, if she’ll let me then maybe I will; she just better not freak out at the last minute! I slowly walked over to her and stood beside her flank just trembling with excitement… and nervousness. I closed my eyes and lunged my head forward and ran my tongue across her cutiemark. Surprisingly, it actually tasted like… peppermint; who knew.
Twist blushed a bright red color, feeling a tiny shot of pleasure from my tongue running across her mark.
“Hooh gothh Featherweight, ‘Giggle’ thath tickleth.”
I quickly stepped away after that; I didn’t want to do something else that I would regret later. Twist was playing with my hormones long enough; I had to end it before I was tempted any further.
“Well I guess that’s that,” I said in a panicked tone while sweating constantly, “Why don’t we call it a day?”
“Wait, not yet,” Twist shouted out, “There’th one more photogenic pothe that I want to try out!”
“Well… okay,” I said, unfortunately. What was she planning to do next?
“I really like thith pothe a lot!”
She rolled onto her back and relaxed on the ground for a sec. Her legs were all spread out and open; I tried not to stare too hard at it, but hey, let’s face it, it was next to impossible not look at it for me. I think she was doing that on purpose anyway. She soon brought herself up using her forehooves. She had them against the ground behind her as her body was in a leaning position; then she looked back at me with her precious pink eyes.
“Oh, I almotht forgot,” she said suddenly.
She dug into her little bag that she had nearby while she was posing and pulled out a… peperment stick. Then she carfully took her glasses off showing off her bright pink eyes. They looked even more beautiful with the glasses off; this is unreal!
“Hey Featherweight,” shouted Twist, “I’m feeling awfully hungry and thith peppermint thick maybe just what I need.”
Wait, what was she doing exactly? ‘GASP’ Oh hay no, she’s not gonna…
“Mmmmmmmm, tho deliciouth and thmooth…”
While reclining back with one hoof behind her and the other in front, she was giving her peppermint stick a good prolonged lick; she did it all around it very slowly while looking at me with seductive eyes. I was sweating up a storm; does she even know what kind of scene she’s placing in my head?!
Well, there goes my wings again; Twist has officially broken me.
“Don’t be thy Featherweight,” said Twist, “thnap thome really good oneth.”
I tried my best but at this point my heart was racing a bit too fast for my little colt heart. Is it possible to die by seduction? All I could do was slowly hold up my camera and snap one good frontal photo, and then my body just collapsed on the ground. Was I going to die a pervert?
-----
At some point I started to open my eyes thinking I really died and went to pony heaven; but that was until I saw Twist standing over me from my left side making sure that I was alright.
“Featherweight, oh thank Celethia you’re okay; I gueth that latht pothing thtunt wath puthhing it a little too far for you, huh? You were out for 10 minuteth!”
10 minutes!!? Wow, Twist’s looks were definitely killer. When I was able to talk again, I spoke to her again.
“Twist, how the hay did you know any of those sultry poses; you nearly K.Oed my entire body with them!”
“Well… you thee,” Twist started shyly, “my mother uthed to be an amathing model!”
Twist’s mother… was a model? Now I’ve heard everything.
“I found thome of her old photoshotth, but thomething told me that I wathan’t thupposed to be looking at thothe.”
“Obviously,” I thought.
Twist looked over at the town’s clock tower and realized the time, “Well, I gotta go, I promithed Tulip that I would hang out with her later today and I’m already late!” Without warning she started to run off into town, but she looked back and me and said, “Thee ya tomorrow Featherweight, I had tonth of fun! Oh, and don’t worry,” she gave me a low-eyed smiley look and then winked, “your thecret ith thafe with me!”
Man, that filly was good; I was only lucky that no-pony was around at the time. But now I couldn’t help but be curious about Twist and Tulip being together in the same place; I wonder if I should… nah! I’ll let them play alone; plus I’m almost out of film. I don’t think I could take another photo shoot for me today anyway.
-----
I started to fly towards my house completely satisfied of my captured masterpieces when suddenly a certain mare came by me.
“Good afternoon Featherweight.”
“Hey Miss Shy!”
‘Gasp’ Oh my gosh it… it was… Fluttershy! I quickly hid behind a cloud and watched her as she flew off into the distance.
You know, did you ever have a child crush on an older pony? Well… mine was… Fluttershy. ‘Sigh’ Yeah, I know; a colt who has a crush on two fillies and a mare? I get it, I’m a weirdo okay; and I’m not ashamed of it either!
Then it suddenly hit me, it was tons of fun taking photos of cute little fillies and their… assets; but what about… mares? I just bet they look even sexier up close than fillies. Oh man, I feel so perverted right now. Although knowing how they look like up close is unknown to me and I wouldn’t know anything mainly; but… there was only one way to find out. Heh, heh.
While not thinking on it too much, I calmly flew the rest of the way to my house. Once I reached my destination I quickly looked around to make sure that no-pony had followed me. My parents were out on a date at the time and my brother Road Rage was out hanging with other stallions, so I was free to relish in my filly photo collection. ‘Sigh’ it might be a huge risk, but tomorrow will be a whole new challenge for me; and it will definitely be worth the risk.