The next following morning I woke up to a wonderful sight, two separate photos of Sweetie Belle and Twist that I taped together and slept with during the past night.
“Morning Sweetie, morning Twist; don’t you both look lovely today.”
I gave both pictures a nice little smooch while perversely blushing. Maybe doing was I was doing was a bit too much. But guess what… who cares! After yesterday’s little adventure, I was having so much fun. There were still so many fillies to have fun with as well as the mares, except Mom; ‘shiver’… she’s permanently off my list.
As I walked outside, I called out to my parents.
“Bye Mom, bye Dad! I’m off to school now!”
They both shouted out at me and waved as they were wishing me a good productive day. Oh, it was going to be pretty productive alright.
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At school during our recess period, I presented every photo that I took the other day to my classmates… but not every photo; it’s a good thing no-pony kept count of how many photos I took. I gave them all the photos that they wanted for free of course; after all it’s just my hobby, and I love doing just that. Not to mention that with certain others my hobby came with benefits.
Tiara and Silver Spoon were too busy fawning over how cute and sassy they looked in their photos to fully thank me, but I didn’t mind; their beautiful and sassy shots of them at home were thanks enough for me. The Cutiemark Crusaders on the other hand actually thanked me for the photos. Apple Bloom gave me a good ol’ noogy on my head, and Sweetie Belle… hee hee, she hugged me again. It was a little shorter this time, but any hug time with Sweetie Belle is a good time. Scootaloo… nothing much from her; she made sure I didn’t try to sneak any of the stuck in the tree photos I took of them yesterday. Once she found out that I was clean, she smiled and apologized… sorta, then gave me a little friendly punch on the shoulder. I love it when they play hard to get.
When I got to Twist we both just stood there blushing slightly and not staring directly at each other; it was an awkward moment.
“Soooo…. you okay with these,” I said.
“Oh yeah, thankth Featherwieght,” Twist responded. She smiled and gave me a little kiss on the cheek, then took her photos to show to her friends.
I felt like I was some sort of celebrity by the way every filly was paying attention to me and my photo taking skills; the colts were impressed too, not that I was interested in their main opinion anyway. As far as these lovely fillies go, I’ll have them all soon enough. But for now it was time for an older audience; not like Granny Smith, she too out of date, but like my childhood crush, Fluttershy, the Element of Kindness. I wonder if she’ll be kind enough to let me snap some shots… of her. Maybe, but I’ll save her for a little later; but first…
‘RIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIING!!!’
“Alright class, recess is over! Every-pony come inside and please take your seats!”
… heh, I had another target in mind for now.
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Our teacher Miss Cheerliee was an awesome earth pony with a pretty magenta coat color and a light-pinkish mane and tail. Her cutiemark always brings smiles to us because it was a picture of three flowers smiling at us. It stood for how well she is with children and how she loves to teach them. I always found myself trying to be near her as many times as I could because I always felt safe and comfortable around her; plus… I hate to admit it but, I… liked her… flank. There I said it; her flank, her posterior, her rump… I liked it and I was not ashamed! She walks around the classroom from time to time, and when she walks by me I always seem to stare at it as it swayed back and forth. Unlike the fillies in my class, Miss Cheerliee’s flank appeared to be softer and plumper; there was more of it I could squeeze if I could. Oh man, I got shivers just imagining it. She was definitely some-pony I wanted to shoot some photos with. But something told me it wasn’t going to be easy.
When school finally ended for the day all of my classmates started to leave out the schoolhouse. I did too only I didn’t go far, I just wondered around the school grounds until all my classmates were gone. Soon Miss Cheerliee was the only pony left there and it was time to make my next move. I made sure that no-pony else was around and then quietly walked back in the school house where Miss Cheerliee was grading some papers.
“Hey Miss Cheerliee, do you have a few minutes?”
Cheerliee quickly looked up and saw me standing at the doorway.
“Oh, hello again Featherweight,” she said with a smile, “What brings you back here at the school house… after school?”
It was time to put on my Grade A cute act on; she always falls for the cute act… well some more than others.
“I… I-I was wondering if you could do something for me?”
“Oh Featherweight, if this is about that major mistake on your last math test I’m afraid I still can’t change it for you; no matter how adorable I think you are.”
A small grin came upon my face while I blushed a bit and wiggled my tail. Hey don’t judge me… she called me cute.
“No, no, that’s not it,” I told her.
“Ah, then why are you here,” she said very curiously.
Alright, timing is key; don’t want to rush into it too quick. She might think something’s wrong with me. There isn’t anything wrong with me, right?
“You know how I have taken some photos of my classmates for them to have?”
“Why yes I have; it seems you were all having fun.”
“Well it really helped me practice my photo taking skills lately. Sooo… I was wondering if maybe I could… you know… practice on you too?”
I couldn’t help but blush some more; just thinking about doing this with Miss Cheerlie made me feel real bad and embarrassed… but I was looking forward to it.
“Aww, I’m flattered Featherweight,” said Miss Cheerliee with an awkward smile, “but why would you want to practice on me?”
“Well… besides the other colts, I rather practice on those whom I feel more… comfortable around with; and besides… I think you’re a beautiful school mare.”
Cheerliee just stopped what she was doing and was looking at me. She got up from her desk and came over to me wearing a pleasant smile.
“Thanks Featherweight,” she said while placing her hoof on my shoulder, “that really means a lot coming from one of my students.” She thought to herself for a second and then told me, “You know what; I do have some time to spare. Would you really like to take some pictures of me?”
I smiled and nodded my head while in my thoughts I was saying… YES!!! But… the only problem is that… well, she’s Cheerliee. She may be nice, but I don’t think she would risk doing any sexy poses in front of the eyes of a little colt like me. However, what she did was good enough for me.
When she stood straight up in a normal standing pose, her posture was perfect for some upper shots. But then she got in her usual sitting pose; the angle view of her cutiemark was perfect. I really didn’t want to think things of my teacher, but I couldn’t help it; it was too tempting. Too bad she had her tail down, that would be a nice view.
“You really getting into this aren’t you,” asked me Miss Cheerliee.
“Well, so are you,” I said shyly.
She really was; her beautiful, pleasant smile was proof enough for me. ‘Sigh’ yeah… her pleasant smile.
“I guess I am. I better be careful not to do anything too bad in front of you. Ha, ha.”
My more perverted side suddenly freaked out, “NO, don’t do that!”
Miss Cheerliee kinda looked at me a little funny wondering what I just said.
“Uhh… I-I mean, you don’t have to do that. I’m a big pony; I can handle anything!”
Cheerliee chuckled to herself, “Trying to be tough are we; that’s so cute. Still… I won’t do any… inappropriate poses that’s normally too much for your little colt eyes.”
I lowered my head down in disappointment putting on a sad face; it did make her feel a little guilty.
“However… there’s one pose that I think is very photogenic and safe enough.”
Huh, what kind of pose was she talking about? But I soon got to see when she suddenly laid on her belly then had both of her elbows on the ground having both of her hooves holding up her head. Along with that, she had her back legs up in air while swishing her tail from side to side.
“I think this is innocent enough for you,” Miss Cherliee said.
“That’s awesome Miss Cheerliee!”
On the outside I was smiling a grateful smile, but on the inside my heart was pounding. She looked so sexy and so awesome in that pose. I took some nice wide shots on the side, as well as in front. Miss Cheerliee’s face expressions were just as serene and sweet as when she teaches me and the other foals; I enjoy her teaching. I also snuck a couple of close-up shots of her cutiemark without her noticing. Heh, heh.
“You know,” said Miss Cheerliee, “I did this pose to attract a past stallion friend of mine once.”
Really, well she definitely had me attracted.
“Wow, he must have been some lucky stallion to have some-pony like you to be interested in him; you’re a really nice mare.”
Cheerliee just sighed, “Yeah well, too bad he turned out to be nothing but a complete jerk that I had to break up with him!” She didn’t realize how loud she was being in front of me. But still, some-pony being mean… to her… that’s not right!
“Wow, what happened,” I asked.
“I’d rather not talk about such a matter with some-pony as young as you,” Miss Cheerliee responded, “You’ll learn to understand about it better when you’re older.”
“Oh… umm, okay.”
She quickly sat up and stood back up on her hooves; my session with her was over.
“Well I have more papers to grade and correct, Featherweight; I hope I helped out you out a little with your talent. Keep up the good work.”
I smiled and blushed a little… ‘Sigh’ again.
“You really did Miss Cheerliee, and don’t worry, I’ll keep practicing all the time!”
“That’s the spirit,” she yelled out; then she waved good bye at me.
It was always nice how she motivates us fillies and colts to get better at whatever we’re good at. Well I was really motivated to continue my little snapshot journey throughout Ponyville. Suddenly as I was walking out the door, I hear a crash and a bunch papers hitting the ground from behind me. I turned around quickly to see what had happened.
“Oh fillysticks,” said Miss Cheerliee, “why did these papers have to fall like that?”
Completely unaware to herself, as she bent down to gather the papers, it caused her flank to arch upwards and her tail was completely lifted out of the way. A full view of her rump was now exposed in front of my eyes! No way, was this special gift given to me by fate? Sweet Celestia, this was my perfect chance to get a perfect shot of my sexy teacher’s perfect plump rump. But… I-I-I couldn’t. I really shouldn’t…
Yeah right!
‘FLASH!’ ‘FLASH!’
Cheerliee quickly jumped up and looked behind her to see me still standing there.
“Featherweight, what was that all about?! What were you flashing your camera at?”
I couldn’t help it, I panicked.
“Oh, sorry if I startled you Miss Cheerliee I was just… taking a few pictures… of… that awesome ‘Welcome Students’ sign! Yeah…”
I was sporting a very nervous grin while huge amounts of sweat rolled down my entire body. Cheerliee arched her eye brow and looked at me very suspiciously.
“Weeell… gottagobye!” I dashed off as quickly as I could before she could catch on.
“What was that all about,” she said to herself, “Such a cute yet strange little colt Featherweight is.”
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Man that was close. Tricking the older ponies into posing sexily for me was going to be harder than I thought; I have to be more careful next time. But now, who should I trick into posing for me next?
There were many different mares in Ponyville, and all of them would need to be approached in many different ways. There’s Derpy; she’s a bit of a klutz and is pretty ditzy. She might be an easy target, if she wasn’t so accident prone; maybe later. Then there’s Lyra and Bon Bon; both are beautiful mares with a good lookin’ flank on each of them, but why do they live with each other? Oh well.
There were many other choices that I just couldn’t decide. I was wondering through Ponyville trying to make up my mind, when I noticed something going on in Sugar Cube Corner. It was the Cake family of course along with Pinkie Pie having some quality family time. Despite having three females in the house, my selection was thin. There’s Mrs. Cake who by other stallions is quite known by her big, and juicy yet perfectly plump posterior; I would love to get a shot of that. However, she’s married to Mr. Cake and doing that would feel wrong. Their twin daughter Pumpkin Cake was out of the picture for me because she’s too young and underdeveloped; hmm… maybe when she’s older. Then there’s Pinkie Pie, she’s one of Fluttershy’s friends and loves to party. She is a bit on the wild side, but perhaps that would be a good thing. I won’t break this scene up though, it’s too sweet.
As I continued to walk onwards, I happen to run into Ruby Pinch, another one of my filly classmates.
“Hey Pinchy, where are you headed off to,” I asked.
“Oh hey Featherweight,” she responded, “I’m just heading over to a friend’s house. My mom is having one of her… drunken moments right now.”
That amount of information quickly got my attention.
“Oh… you don’t say.”
“Yeah,” she said in an annoyed tone, “but as I always say, I’m used to it by now. I mean… my mother loves me and I love my mother; overall she is a good mother and means well, but her drinking problem is just too much and makes me want to stay away from her sometimes. When she’s drunk, you never know what she’ll do or let some-pony else do.”
Idea! Thanks to Pinchy, she gave me the answer I was looking for.
“Well we’re all here for you Pinchy,” I told her.
“Thanks Featherweight,” she said with a light giggle, “you’re a good friend.”
She continued to go onward to her destination, then she looked back over at me, “Oh, and thanks again for the photos, I like them a lot!”
‘SIGH’ Pinchy was very cute too, maybe I should try and get more photos of her later, but for now I think I’m going to pay her drunk mother a little surprise visit.
Knowing that Ruby Pinch’s mother was presently drunk, it meant that she was not in her right mind. She was probably not aware of everything she does. This presented a perfect opportunity to easily trick a mare to do my bidding; but I’ll still be careful just in case.
Once I reached the house of Berry Punch, it was rather quiet at first; maybe she was already passed out and I could easily take risqué photo shots without risk, and maybe touch a few places too. Whoops, my wings were flapping again; down boys, easy does it, save it for the main event. I opened the door and saw no-pony in the main room. I’d hate to break and enter into some-pony’s house, but Pinchy’s mother was drunk; heh, I’ll just go and see if she’s alright.
As I closed the door behind me, I heard a slightly groggy voice from behind a nearby couch.
“Hel… loooooo, whose ‘hic’ there? Is that you Pinchy dear? Come join your mother for a drink, you’re old ‘hic’ enough, trust me.”
That was her and she definitely sounded drunk. What was she doing drinking behind that couch anyway?
“Um… Miss Punch, I’m not your daughter; I’m one of her friends, Featherweight.”
“F-f-feather-what? What a silly name. Hee.”
She raised a hoof over the top of the couch and slowly raised herself up off the floor. She stuck her head over the top and had me in her sights as she flashed a goofy smile on her face.
“Ahhh, hey there cutie; I had no ‘hic’ idea one of my daughters friends was coming over to keep me company; and ‘hic’ one of her cute colt-friends no less.”
She wiggled her eyes a bit and took another sip of her drink. She sighed and then relieved herself with a healthy belch; but I wouldn’t exactly call it healthy. She got up and staggered herself over to me and sat down.
“So… are you here to join ‘hic’ me or did you want to do something else fun?”
She seemed to put a hoof around my body and pulled me right against hers. As she took another sip… excuse me, gulp… I was too busy trying not to give in too much; but I couldn’t help myself, the heat formed between me and Miss Punch was causing me to sweat a lot, and I could totally touch her busty flank if I wanted to. You know, when I remember Berry Pinch telling me that her mother would probably let any-pony do anything in this state, it now made me even more nervous thinking of how far she would let a little colt like me go.
Suddenly, I felt a few drops from Miss Punch’s drink drip on top of my head.
“Whoopsie,” she said in an obvious fake-like tone, “looks like I got a little liquid on your wittle head, hee, hee. Here, let me ‘hic’ get that for you.”
Wait, what did she mean by thaaaaaaaaa… *GASP!* what the… did she just licked my ear? She did; and now she’s licking all on top of my head, very… slowly. Something told me she dripped those drops on purpose. She went to my ear again and gave it a little nip; it caught me off guard as I gave off a little yelp. Oh heavens no! She was… trying to seduce me?! But I’m just a colt!
At the last moment I quickly removed myself from her grasp as I was calming my nerves and wiped the liquid from my head and ears. Miss Punch just looked at me wearing a seductive smirk while licking her lips. Maybe coming here was a bad idea; this mare was just too drunk.
“U-umm… Miss Punch,” I told her, “I did come here to snap some really dirty photos of you, but I can see that you’re a little busy at the moment; so… I’ll just…”
“Oh, you naughty little pony,” said Miss Punch so suddenly, “Is that what you wanted? Then why didn’t you just say so?”
I didn’t get a chance to.
“I’ll be more than happy to fulfill ‘hic’ your dirty wish. And if you want, I could do a little more than ‘hic’ just pose for you: I promise not to tell any-pony.”
Well if she really wanted to I could… n-n-no, I can’t do that!
“If you don’t mind Miss Punch, I’ll just take some photos of you and then be on my way.”
“Well okay,” she responded, “your loss cutie.”
Miss Punch automatically did her first pose by flumping onto her back. She had her fore-hooves stretched out beside her head and her back legs were all spread out as she was showing off the underside of her magenta coat and… well, you get the idea. I took one single picture from a top angle above her and another picture that was a close-up of her lower half. Man, I wonder what would happen if Ruby Pinch found out what I was doing with her mother.
“Hey, Featherwieght, I know what you did with my mother; and… I’m very jealous! Maybe you can’t go too far with her, but I’m just the right size for you to. Wanna make a sonic rainboom with me… if you know what I mean?”
Hee, hee… *SIGH* yeah right, in my dreams.
“Let’s try this,” Miss Punch told me wearing a mischievous grin.
She used her fore-hooves to pull up her back legs so they would be pointing straight up in the air; giving me a nice full view of her hindquarters. Jeez, this mare isn’t holding back… and I’m loving it. As I snapped more shots she tilted her head towards me and blushed while saying, “You wanna ‘hic’ taste my mark, cutie?”
“Huh, what,” I said hesitantly, “Do I wanna what?”
She made a goofy giggle then rolled on her side while tilting her flank towards me.
“Oh, you’re such a cutie patootie.”
Cutie… patootie?
“Come on over and ‘hic’ help yourself;” she told me while wiggling her lovely rump, “if you’re naughty enough.”
Naughty enough; oh I’m naughty enough all right. I was quite curious of what her cutiemark tasted like. A picture of grapes and a strawberry seemed like something that would taste so exquisite. I took a couple of shots of Miss Punch in her laying position as I approached her. When I got to her I didn’t even hesitate; I automatically made myself stretch out and licked all over her cutiemark! I even rub her flank a little as I continued to do so. Was I really doing this, and was she really letting me do it?!
“Oh my,” she moaned, “you really are a ‘hic’ naughty little colt. So tell me how does it taste?”
“Kinda… fruity… with a bit of tangy flavor.”
“Hee, hee… I thought as much.”
After a couple of minutes, I backed away while wiping away some loose fur from my muzzle. My body was shaking from the aftermath of my actions. Miss Punch may not have been my childhood crush, but man she definitely gave me an experience that I would never forget.
“Well Miss Punch, I guess I’ll be going now. Thanks for a wonderful time.”
She strangely whined a little while looking at me with a puppy pout, “Awww, but the wonderful time ‘hic’ could continue if you want; it doesn’t have to ‘hic’ end.”
“Well it has to, sorry,” I said in a serious tone. However, deep down I really wanted to stay here and spend more time with her; but she wasn’t going to stay like this forever, so I was going to leave before that happens.
Just then before I walked out the door, I felt one of Miss Punch’s hooves wrap around me again and pulled me in against her sitting me in between her back legs. My face blushed bright red and my entire body started to sweat.
“Um, Miss Punch…”
“It’s okay, I know you have to go,” she said in a melodramatic tone, “but… let me give you one more ‘hic’ special photo shot as thanks.”
She held me in closer as she took my camera and held it in front of us. I look at my camera questionably as Miss Punch stared down at me smiling.
As I was walking away from Miss Punch’s house, my wings were stuck; suspended in mid-air. I hope it doesn’t draw in any attention, but then again it might not be a bad thing. It was caused by Miss Punch’s going away photo she granted me. Right before she snapped the picture, she gave me another lick and nip on my ear. That caused my eyes to grow wide and my wings to automatically pop out from between us; not to mention the sides of my cheeks became rosy red. The feeling would go away after a few minutes… hopefully.
But right now, I think I was ready to do it. I was really going to do it! No more freezing up in front of her and no more hiding away whenever she came nearby. After all I had success over Sweetie Belle, Twist, and even Miss Berry Punch; now it was all down to this. It was finally time to collect some photos of my next unsuspecting target.
But first… heh, I think I need to cool down with a glass of water; better yet, how about a full bucket.