The Painter
"You sure have buns, hun."
You couldn't help but feel reminded to this old, cheesy, yet classical song about anacondas not wanting none unless buns are involved playing in your mind as you sat there, watching. Watching like you had never watched before.
To be honest, when somebody had told you that getting the walls in your living room painted would have been this ... thrilling, you probably wouldn't have believed them. Painting -or anything do-it-yourself, really- was one of your least favorite things to do, and even with the help of the professional painter you had hired to lighten your workload, this day promised to be anything but nice.
Now, however, you had a solid argument why this day would be a whole lot better than expected. A beige-coated, nice, round, soft argument.
The day had taken a rather unexpected turn when your doorbell had rang at 11am sharp - you had worked with craftsponies before, and had come to learn that punctuality was not one of their virtues. The fact that this painter had arrived just in time had been the first surprise of the day.
The second, and much bigger surprise, however, had come over you when you had opened your door and laid eyes on the pony you had hired for the day.
Contrary to your initial expectations, the pony standing on your doorstep had not been yet another hairy, sweaty, overweight stallion like most other ponies you had received aid from. No, this painter seemed a little ... different.
Beginning with the fact that she was a mare - a rather cute unicorn mare at that. She was about your age - one, two years younger, maybe. Her coat was made of light beige fur; her mane was dark gray, almost black, and tied behind her head in a big ponytail, partly concealed by the turquoise baseball cap on her head.
"Hiya!" she greeted you with a friendly smile, her light purple eyes looking you over with a casual ease in them. "I'm Fresh Coat. Nice you meetcha!" she said, raising her right hoof for what you originally thought would be a polite hoof-shake. However, as you raised your hoof as well, reaching it out to her, she leapfrogged you, giving you a casual hoof-bump instead, and gaining a confused look from you in return.
"Uh, hello." You forced out, still perplexed by this unexpected turn of events. "Are you the painter?"
"Sure am." Fresh Coat affirmed happily, nodding her head - a statement that, given the various paint-splotches on her ballcap and the bucket of white paint standing on the ground next to her, had been entirely redundant. "Can I come inside?"
"S-sure." You muttered a reply and stepped back, allowing the painter mare to enter your apartment, and promptly noticed how your eyes had -involuntarily or not- traveled along her body, which hadn't differed from that of other ponies in too many aspects - she was a little shorter than you, averagely toned; nothing extraordinary. That is, until you had caught a look of her backside, and noticed that her tail also was tied up in a ponytail, revealing not some, not most, but all of her butt.
And boy, what she had surely didn't need to be hidden.
You couldn't tell why, but somehow ... in some way, her plot was ... mesmerizing. It was bigger than average - you could say this much. Bigger in diameter, bigger in volume, bigger in most ways. However, it wasn't necessarily fat. Surely, she had a bit of a cushion with her -a cushion that probably felt as comfortable as it looked- but underneath the thin but noticeable layer of fat, you could clearly make out a set of toned muscles - muscles that could probably tell hours of stories about what a great bums-tums-and-legs-training painting was.
However, you shook your head, snapping yourself out of your trance-like state just as Fresh Coat had turned around and focused her attention on you with a cheeky smile.
Instinctively, you could feel yourself blush. How long had you been staring at her butt? One second? Five? Ten? Had she caught you staring?
Hesitantly, you lifted your head, looking her in her eyes, searching for clues. Her eyes did indeed look like they wanted to tell you something, but you really couldn't tell if it was "Like what you see?", "You dirty little pervert." or "Boy, I sure like chocolate pudding."
"So?" Fresh Coat spoke up, interrupting your thoughts, "You said you wanted your living room painted?"
"U-uh, yeah. Yeah." You replied, hastily nodding your head, "Right this way." You said, pointing her into the direction of your living room and closing the entrance door behind yourself. Fresh Coat wanted to go ahead, but you stepped ahead of her with a quick trot. While you couldn't deny that you had enjoyed the view earlier, you really didn't want to risk her catching you staring again.
"So, this is it." You said as you guided Fresh Coat into your living room. You had already met most of the preparations the day before - all the furniture was safely stored in your kitchen, the windows and corners were safely hidden with masking tape, and a big plastic tarpaulin on the floor ensured that the laminate flooring wouldn't suffer any permanent damage.
Fresh Coat stopped next to you, setting down the paint bucket she had been carrying inside and taking a look around the room. "Alrighty!" she finally declared with a smile on her face, rubbing her front hooves together in what looked like pleasant anticipation, "Let's get this party started."
"S-sure." You muttered under your breath. It required physical effort to keep your eyes focused on her face and prevent them from drifting off to ... other regions of her body. She was standing right in front of you, facing you, but still you could make out the shape of that glorious posterior looming behind her shoulders. You swallowed. "Let's get started."
You bowed down to pick up one of the paintbrushes you had laid ready on the floor the day before, but were stopped by a beige hoof placed firmly on your shoulder. "Don't worry about that dude." Fresh Coat said with a wink, addressing you, "I got this." her horn lit up, and her magic picked up one of the two big brushes.
"Say what?" You couldn't help but ask, cocking an eyebrow.
"I'll handle this." Fresh Coat explained with a smirk, "You can go and ... y'know, chill out."
"What?" You repeated yourself, starting to feel a little stupid. "But ... I hired you to help me, not to do everything alone."
"Pssh." she said with a flick of her hoof, "It's cool, don't worry. I got this for you."
Again, you cocked an eyebrow. "Are you sure?" You asked skeptically, "I mean, I can help you, it's no big-"
"Absolutely!" Fresh Coat cut you off, nodding her head, "I work a lot more efficient when I'm alone. And I can assure you..." she paused, proudly tapping her chest, "I'm a professional. I'll have your room painted in no time."
"O-okay then..." you replied numbly, "Uh, anything else I can do to help you?"
"Nope." the painter replied happily, shaking her head, "Just sit back, relax and..." she paused, and the grin on her face widened. She added something under her breath which you didn't quite understand, but before you could inquire any further, she had already picked up the brush, dipped it into the paint bucket, and turned around to begin her work; the view on her truly majestic butt made you silence in an instant.
However, not wanting to look like a pervert, you tried hard to direct your look away from her backside and instead directed it towards the dripping brush held by her magic. While the sight of the white paint running down the brush, dripping onto her hooves and coat was quick in giving you all the wrong thoughts, you quickly shook your head and tried to focus on the matter at hand.
"Uh..." You spoke up hesitantly, "D-don't you want to put on a coat or something? You're getting your fur all..." you bit your lip as another runlet of paint dripped down from the brush and landed right on her nose, "messy."
Fresh Coat paused in her movement, turning her head towards you. "Oh, thanks, but I'm good." she explained casually. "I prefer working..." her voice changed, and she gave you one of the sultriest bedroom eyes you had ever received, "In the nude."
Again, you bit your lip, your breathing getting shallow. Your blood didn't seem to know whether it should rush into your head or to ... other parts of your body.
This was ridiculous! You were both ponies; you didn't normally wear any clothes. Heck, you were naked in this second, and it was the most normal thing in the world! Why the heck did the fact that she wasn't wearing anything in this second drive your mind so crazy?
"Well now..." Fresh Coat said with a light giggle, seeming to enjoy watching you blush, "Enough talking. Time to get dirty, right?"
And with that, she turned around again and began her work on turning the dull, faded green of your wall into a clean and refreshing white.
And suddenly, your blood knew where to go. It knew all too well where to go.
Your eyes resting on her behind, stuck to it like superglue, you stood there, watching her. You couldn't move, you couldn't speak. Your eyes seemed tied to that almighty butt, and you could feel your body begin to tremble as you slowly sank to the ground, resting on your haunches.
"So..." Fresh Coat broke the silence after a few moments, not seeming to notice what you were doing to her in your mind - dressing her, just to undress her again, and the likes, "What brings you to Manehatten?"
"Butts." your mouth sputtered out a reply, long before your mind could think about it. Instinctively, one of your hooves shot upward, covering your mouth, and blood rushed to your face once again. "Uh, I-I mean ... boats!" you added quickly, trying to save the situation, "Yep, boats. I ... I work at the harbor."
You didn't work at the harbor. Your work wasn't even remotely related to boats. And you had a bad feeling that Fresh Coat knew that all too well.
"Oh, really?" she replied with a light giggle, "That sure sounds interesting. What are you doing in your job?"
"Motorboating." again, your mouth acted before you could think, your eyes never leaving her plot. Quickly shaking your head, you added, "I-I mean ... I drive tourists around on a ... a motorboat. That's what I do." You explained with a forced chuckle, swallowing the drool that had collected in your mouth before it could drip from the corner of your lips, "W-with motorboats, mind you!"
And once again, the cute mare gave a soft chuckle, "I see." she said, giving you a cheeky look over her shoulders as she bowed down to paint one of your room's corners, "And, do you enjoy ... motorbating?"
"Ayep." You gasped breathlessly, watching her thighs stretch as she leaned forward, feeling sweat run over your forehead, "It's a ... fun thing to do."
"I can imagine." she replied with a knowing smirk, but then froze, her smirk turning into an expression of surprise. "Oh." she exclaimed; her magic lowered the brush onto the ground, "I almost forgot, I still need to warm myself up."
At your confused look, she gave a coy smirk and stepped back from the wall. "Don't worry, it'll just take a moment."
And with that, she sank to the ground, scrunching up her face, letting her front hooves slide forward, arching her back and stretching herself like a cat
"Mother of..." You muttered under your breath at the sight at her now all the more exposed plot - even when stretched, it looked firm, yet incredibly soft at the same time. The desire to give it a touch was overwhelming, and only with a serious effort could you force yourself to remain sitting on the ground. You could see her lips curling into a smirk as she craned her neck, turning her face towards the ceiling.
Fresh Coat remained in this position for a few seconds longer, then got back to her hooves, now slid her rear hooves back on the ground, looking like if she were about to do push-ups, and arched her back again with a light groan.
Once again, you could feel yourself blush, lust overwhelming your mind. The voice of reason in your head told you to turn your head away, not only because the massive lack of blood in your head couldn't be good for your health, but also because it must have been considered rude to stare at someone's ass for this long.
"Hmm..." Fresh Coat moaned, causing you to startle as your look shot from her butt back to her face, and you noticed with horror that she was looking at you; that she had probably been watching you all this time.
Taking in a shallow breath and trying to wipe the intense blush from your face, you looked to the side, attempting to play it cool.
But it seemed like it was too late. Casting a knowing smirk over her shoulder at you, Fresh Coat wiggled her eyebrows.
"Like what you see?" she asked after a moment of silence, her voice smooth as silk, yet amazingly seductive.
Your throat was feeling tighter than ever, and you didn't even try to find the right words, but clearly, she was expecting a reply, and you were sure this would just get awkward if you would remain silent any longer.
So you curtly decided to bring out the first and most obvious reply and gave a muffled, half-choked-by-drool, "Ayep."
"Good." Fresh Coat said with an indulgent smirk and you could see her body relax. It was hard to believe, but her butt seemed even softer now - like a furry beanbag chair, it relaxed, sliding half an inch down her thighs - the desire to rest your head on it seemed omnipresent. She remained like this for a moment, but then got back to her hooves and, with slow, calm steps, came walking into your direction.
"Tell you what..." she began softly; the smile had not left her face. She walked around you, stopped behind you, and softly placed her two forehooves on your shoulders, and you could feel your ear give a soft twitch as she leaned in close and whispered,"When I'm done, how about you'll help me get cleaned up, we'll grab a bite to eat and we ... y'know..." you could hear her smirk, even without seeing her face, "See where things go?"
You had to remain silent for a moment, waiting for the blood to leave your face and asking yourself if this was really happening or just another wetter-than-average dream.
"Hmm?" Fresh Coat inquired. She didn't sound impatient, but it was clear that she was waiting for a response.
Well, the answer was obvious, and for once, you felt like you had to thank your normally so incompetent mouth for bringing out a curt, almost choked, "Okay." after a few seconds.
"Good." Fresh Coat cooed happily and slipped her hooves from your shoulders, stepping back from you. "But first..." she said, giving you a wink over her shoulder as she walked back to the corner she had been working on, "We need to take care of this, right?"
"Yeah..." Your next reply was once again absentminded, as your mouth had run dry in the second she had walked past you, granting you once again a first-row view of her powerful posterior.
You could feel a smile grow on your face - the prospect of helping her 'get cleaned up', let alone what else was to come according to her -or anything involving her majestic butt, really- made you tremble in pleasant anticipation.
And even though the realization that all this would have to wait until she was done giving your wall a -no pun intended- fresh coat came crashing down on your excited mind like an anvil dropped from the third floor, there was one positive aspect about having to wait for her to finish her work.
A beige-coated, nice, round, soft aspect.
Feeling the grin on your face widen ever so slightly, you leaned back, and watched as Fresh Coat, after giving you another cheeky wink over her shoulder and an even cheekier "Enjoy!" picked up the paintbrush again and got back to work.
Yes, maybe, just maybe, having your room painted wasn't all that bad after all.