Subject: Photo Finish
Age: 18
Place: A studio in Bridleberg
"All right, class. You've done an excellent job today." The teacher's voice sounded about the studio as the model stepped down off her catwalk, careful not to ruffle her dress. The various students proceeded to pack up their belongings--sketchpads, cameras, and other such accoutrements.
"This weekend would be an excellent time to study for the upcoming test." He continued. "In the meantime, continue to practice your camerawork and expand your portfolios. Now... would anypony like to volunteer to stay late and clean up?"
Truthfully, the proposal had been less of a question and more of a command. The photography class rented this space on good will, so it was always customary to have somepony stay late and put everything back where it belonged. It was a lengthy process, but it kept the class in the good graces of the studio's owner.
A powder blue hoof shot up from among the crowd. It belonged to a young mare with ambitious dreams in fashion photography. Though she wasn't yet known across Equestria, she'd already started crafting her own unmistakable style: perfectly cut bangs and a flared skirt, though the pink glasses would come later.
"I'll do it." said Photo Finish. The prospect of cleaning up seemed more appealing than an evening spent studying over takeout.
"I'll help her." came another voice. Photo turned her head to spy a dashing young lad named Chroma, a purple unicorn with a fiery mane, who likewise had a passion for fashion. The two shared a brief, sly smile; over the course of the semester, it had become clear to these two that there was a mutual attraction between each other, and, while it hadn't gone farther than some flirtatious exchanges, Photo Finish definitely liked flirting with him.
"Very well. Ms. Finish, Mr. Chroma," the teacher said, "you two will clean up the studio for us this evening."
The two spent more time talking than actively focusing on cleanup, and so it was nearly night by the time they were anywhere near finished. Photo liked spending time with Chroma--not only was he knowledgeable about photography, fashion, and modeling, he had a genuine, friendly aura about him, as well as a good sense of humor. He knew how to make Photo laugh rather easily, but whenever she did, she always laid it on just a little bit more, since she knew that stallions liked fillies who thought they were funny. Whenever they exchanged glances, she'd toss her mane in a playful way and get a little smile out of him. She hoped that her deep purple eyes were as compelling to him as his were to her, two bright lenses of blue.
"Well... I guess we're almost done, Chroma." The mare said with a lilt in her voice as she finished folding several chairs.
"Yeah." replied Chroma, pushing a cart into storage before trotting back out. "Sort of a shame that class goes by so quickly. It's a real joy to watch you with a camera, you know."
Photo blushed slightly and ran a hoof over her camera case. "Aw, well... you're pretty great too, you know. I think you've got a bright future in this field."
"I appreciate the thought." Chroma smiled back. "But your outfit designs always turn out far better. I mean, look--you designed and made the dress you're wearing right now! I can barely manage a vest." He humbly brushed some dirt off his collar with a hoof. "Someday, all the ponies in Canterlot will line up to see your latest fashions, Photo. And you can be sure I'll be among them."
Photo Finish wasn't sure how to respond, so she simply smiled. Her hoof went to her chest, vainly hoping to conceal that her heart was on fire.
"You know," Chroma continued "the big studio lights are the last thing to put away. Maybe you'd like to model for me before we do? I could use some practice with different light sources anyhow."
The young mare's eyes widened instinctually, and her ears perked up. He was asking her to model for him? Sure, she'd modeled on the catwalk before, but that was in front of the whole class. This was much more... intimate.
"...Okaay..." she replied in a mixed tone of awkwardness and enthusiasm.
Photo took to the catwalk and strutted down it like a proper supermodel, blind to the lights and the audience, striking confident poses to show off her work. Chroma's shutter clicked all the while; he'd occasionally suggest a pose to strike, but for the most part, it was up to Photo. The colt would occasionally adjust the intensity of the large lights on either side of the stage, varying the way his subject was illuminated.
"Keep it up, Photo! These are turning out great!"
"Hehe... am I a good model, then?"
"Of course! You know how to work the catwalk!"
"Ah, I know I do. Next time, maybe you can get up here and strut."
The photography session went on for several minutes, and both model and photographer felt the artistic spirit flowing through them. Chroma would encourage her to shine for the camera, and Photo would oblige with myriad positions to catch the eye. While striking a rather dynamic pose, Photo's rear hoof happened to knock into one of the little lightbulbs lining the edge of the catwalk, jarring it loose from its socket.
"...Oh! Whoops, one second, Chroma."
As Photo Finish turned her back and leaned down to fix the bulb, however, she was surprised by a sudden noise.
*click*
Jumping back upright, she spun on her hooves to look at Chroma with an accusatory smile. He simply shrugged as if nothing was wrong.
"You perv! Did you take a picture of my rear just now?" Photo asked amid her own laughter.
"I saw a beautiful shot and simply had to take it." Chroma said, his smile barely able to hold back a chuckle of his own.
Photo wasn't at all upset, and they both could tell it. What Chroma didn't know was how the illicit snapshot made Photo feel inside. Something about having her most vulnerable, private side exposed to the camera was... exhilarating. Not least because he was the one photographing her.
Her cheeks began to turn pink, and her heart started beating faster. She lidded her eyes at Chroma and gave him a welcoming smile.
"...Hmm... very well, then..." She took a few steps back up the runway. "Chroma, do you know what I think would make your photographs a lot better?"
"What would that be?" he asked.
Photo carefully lowered her flanks to the catwalk, her upper body sprawled out across it. With a sultry look in her eyes, she slowly raised her right hindleg high into the air, splaying open her skirt and revealing her tender flesh to him.
"If they had more exposure."
Chroma's face immediately contorted in surprise. It didn't take him long to catch her drift, though; his eyes still wide, he raised his camera once more and began snapping pictures of Photo's marehood. She smiled like never before.
Eventually, she slipped out of her dress completely as the photos became more provocative. The two worked in tandem to turn Photo's nude body into art of the most sublime sort, a kind neither had worked with before but were both extremely eager to experiment with.
The poses Photo assumed and the tone of Chroma's voice as he encouraged her grew more intense as they both became increasingly aroused. Photo wasn't sure if she could finish the shoot without her heart exploding, and Chroma, while fixated on his dazzling model, became increasingly aware of his own body's response to her presentation.
As the colt's cheering became more intense, Photo found herself moving closer to him, as if wanting to negate the camera's zoom in order to give him the closeup they both desired. Eventually, the little blue mare was right up at the edge of the catwalk, her thighs spread eagle, when the camera emitted a different sort of clicking.
They'd used up the roll of film.
As Chroma slowly lowered his camera, setting it gently upon the floor, he and Photo locked eyes and didn't break their gaze. Both of them were breathing intensely, and they were both intimately aware of how exposed Photo's body was. The two artists were barely a foot apart, reading into each other's eyes what they couldn't say with words.
Finally, Chroma pounced forward, eagerly putting his hooves on Photo's shoulders. She did the same, pulling him into a heavy, lustful kiss. He pulled her body close to his, and he took her right there in the studio.