Fluttershy's Pinstripe Peepshow
*CRACK*
“It’s a hit! Fly ball deep into left field, it could go all the way, aaaaaand…OOOH, just barely pulled foul, strike two. So close!”
Zephyr Breeze could barely muster up the strength to yawn, despite the excited commentary in his earbuds as he listened to the radio play by play announcer. It was well into the sixth inning, and that foul ball was the most exciting thing that had happened in the entire game. Both teams down on the diamond were playing like utter trash, and the current score of zero to zero reflected as much. It was so bad that at one point a second baseman had missed tagging a runner thanks to a comically stupid trip and fall, only to catch him around the bend anyway when the runner did the same thing. Which was hilarious, admittedly, but hardly exciting.
Not that he could see any of that very well from the nosebleed seats. He was so high up he had to squint to see any of the players on the field unassisted. He’d brought binoculars, at least, a surprisingly good quality pair he ‘borrowed’ from his sister’s bird-watching gear, but he’d quickly found out there was nothing much interesting to see down on the field. Apparently many other fans had come to the same realization, too, because by the time the next strike came in and ended the inning, there was practically no one left in his section of the stands. Not that there had been many to begin with, but even those diehard fans couldn’t be bothered to sit through such awful play any longer. There were maybe three people left sitting in his entire section, including himself, and the other two looked only a little bit less bored than he was.
Suddenly Zephyr understood why the ticket had been free. No sane person would pay for this experience.
“And that concludes the sixth inning. The score: a big fat goose egg all around. Stay tuned for the seventh inning, sports fans, as this knock-down, drag-out slugfest heads into the final third--”
“Aaaaand no,” he muttered, tapping his phone and clicking off the radio app. “That is damn well enough of that.”
Zephyr sighed and slumped in his seat. What was he even doing here? He didn’t like baseball to begin with. In fact he wasn’t much of a sports fan in general. No one in his family was, except Fluttershy, and he was pretty sure that interest only applied when Rainbow Dash was competing. He’d only really taken the ticket because it was free. Well, that and it came with a free hot dog and soda, too. Zephyr wasn’t one to pass up a free meal, even a cheap, shitty ballpark one. But those were long gone, and yet he was still sitting there, easily two hundred feet from any other person in the stands. Did he really have nothing better to do?
Don’t answer that, you’ll just depress yourself.
Zephyr shrugged off the thought and lifted his binoculars again. “Well, when in doubt, people-watch,” he announced to no one in particular, and began scanning the increasingly sparse crowd for interesting sights. Just about anything should be more interesting than the actual baseball game.
The first thing he landed on was promising enough: a mother in her mid twenties, one strap of her top pulled down to expose a breast that her infant was currently nursing from. He was tempted to check that out for a while and maybe catch a glimpse of the whole thing whenever the little brat popped off, until he noticed the woman’s husband sitting right next to her, looking more than ready to kick the ass of anyone who dared check out his wife’s tit. Zephyr wisely chose to move on. It was unlikely he’d be seen from this far away, but the size of that man’s biceps dissuaded him from risking it.
Next he noticed a small commotion down near the more primo seats behind home plate. A whole extended family of eight or so people was gathered there and looking very unhappy while the patriarch was talking to a couple of stadium staff members, gesturing animatedly at the seats in the row in front of him. It looked as though they were right on the line where the cushy, individual premium seats transitioned into generic bench seating, and they’d found themselves on the wrong side of the transition. Tch, sorry pal, Zephyr thought to himself, no sympathy from the nosebleed section.
Speaking of which, he wondered if there was anyone else still hanging out as high up as he was. He swung the binoculars toward the other side of the stadium and lazily started scanning the opposite top deck, marveling at how closely and clearly he could zoom in on it. Fluttershy really had some impressive gear, he’d have to make sure to return them intact or he’d be shelling out major cash to replace them--
Wait a second…
Zephyr frowned and dialed back the binoculars, retracing the path he’d just looked over. He thought he’d seen something, but… his mind must have been playing tricks on him. He only thought he saw her because he was just thinking about her, she wouldn’t really be at--
…Huh. Well how about that.
Zephyr’s eyes widened a bit in honest surprise as he laid eyes on none other than Fluttershy herself, just now making her way up to the very topmost row. Probably coming back from the bathroom, he assumed. She was alone, which was rather unusual; other than work or school, she rarely went out in public without one or more of her friends, usually little miss Rainbows. She was also wearing what looked like an authentic button-up baseball jersey, short-shorts in the same team colors, and thigh-high athletic socks, which was even more odd; she might support Dash as a personal one-woman cheer squad, but he’d never known Fluttershy to own any sort of team jersey or sports memorabilia at all. She certainly never expressed any interest in either of these two particular teams before, either. Furthermore the top was looking a little… small on her. More than a little, actually; Fluttershy was downright gifted when it came to her chest, and the poor buttons down the front of the shirt were straining to hold it together, the fabric itself stretching to get all the way around her massive mammaries. Why was she wearing a shirt that was clearly a good two sizes too small for her?
As he watched through his (well, Fluttershy’s) binoculars, his sister reached the top row of her section and made her way to the very leftmost end of the long bench seat, which was nestled into a corner of the stadium’s architecture. Even the stairwell narrowed and tapered away into nothing that high up, ending right in front of the corner spot. Concrete walls now shielded her from view from two sides, though neither of those were the angle Zephyr was looking from; he could see her just fine as she took her seat and tucked her purse under the bench, which was abnormally full and bulging, as though she’d snuck an animal in with her. She often did that at school, but Zephyr doubted stadium security would have let her through without searching the purse and finding the kitten or bunny or whatever. And even if she’d successfully snuck something in, she wouldn’t just shove it under the seat like that. No, something else was in there, something pale green and curved, judging by the bit that was sticking out of the top--
Wait, is that a spare bra?
Zephyr rolled the zoom on the binoculars just a bit more, and yes, that definitely looked like one of Fluttershy’s bras, he realized with a slight blush. She must have brought a change of clothes for… some reason. Just like she was here, at a baseball game, wearing a baseball uniform, for…some reason.
Okay, yeah, this was just odd all around. What was Fluttershy doing? She even had a ball cap on her head, holding back her hair and partially hiding her face, and was glancing around furtively like she was hoping that was enough not to be easily recognized. Was she some kind of secretive fan, embarrassed and ashamed of her interest? He wouldn’t blame her, he supposed, if she really was a fan of such an awful team, but he doubted anyone she knew or cared about would judge her for it, either. Hell, Applejack would probably appreciate having someone in the group to talk sports with besides Dash…
Then Fluttershy popped open the top button of her shirt, and Zephyr’s train of thought lurched onto an entirely different track.
The first button didn’t actually reveal all that much; just relaxed the shirt’s collar a bit. And even when she opened the second button and exposed a modest amount of cleavage, Zephyr almost thought he could chalk it up to her being a bit hot under the collar. When she undid the third button, however, her whole bosom rippled from the release of pressure, and Zephyr’s eyes surged wide in shocked awe. Cleavage was exposed halfway down her front now, and the remaining buttons were straining even harder than before to prevent the shirt from exploding the rest of the way open. Then a fourth button slipped loose under her dainty fingers, and now more of her breasts were visible than not, the fabric just barely covering her nipples; he could tell on account of the stiff points sticking out underneath it, less than an inch from the part down the front on either side. Which only made it all the more apparent that that was not a spare bra stuffed into her purse, but her only bra, because she clearly wasn’t actually wearing one.
Zephyr took a few strained, almost panicked breaths. Was she insane? She had to be, she was taking her top off in the middle of a crowded stadium! Well… maybe not crowded, but there were still easily a couple thousand people still in the seats!
But as Zephyr did another quick scan of the stadium, and the area around Fluttershy, he realized virtually all of the people that remained were down on the lower levels, the diehard fans focused on the game. They weren’t sparing even a thought for some girl out of sight on the upper decks. And in Fluttershy’s section, much like his own, there were maybe two other people still around, down in the front-most rows looking over the balcony and watching the game. Nobody was within two hundred feet of her, either. No one bothered to look her way at all, except for Zephyr himself, as she--
Oh, sweet Lord have mercy.
Fluttershy was just undoing the last buttons when he looked back in her direction, his eyes glued to the binoculars as her incredible boobs bounced into view, finally freed of their pinstriped prison. Zephyr had no idea why she was doing this, she looked downright terrified, and her face was as pink as her hair; but she made no move to hide herself at all, actually pulling the shirt fully open, still on her shoulders but tucked back out of the way, so that not a scrap of cloth obscured his view of her gorgeous tits. Perfectly-centered nipples drew his eyes first, in a shade of pink that matched her hair (and blushing face, still) and apparently stiff as diamonds, despite the fact that it was not at all a cold day. Then his eyes shifted, drinking in the rest of her breasts and roaming over the broad, rounded curves, trying vainly to guess what cup size could contain such impressive jugs. Double-D at a minimum, he thought. Heck, even that might not cover it, she might need triple-D… or wait, how did bigger bra sizes even work, actually? Did they just keep adding more and more D’s, or was there an E or an F or even a G-cup eventually?
Is that really what’s important right now? Zephyr’s other brain demanded, and to his mild horror (and far stronger excitement), he realized he was definitely getting a boner over his sister’s naked breasts, and it was definitely making a good point; pondering her cup size could wait for a time she didn’t have her tits out.
Zephyr took another deep breath and relaxed (or as best he could, with an increasingly stiff erection in his pants), watching his sister across the stadium as she sat there, almost casually, as if it were perfectly normal to sit and watch sports topless. Which, he guessed, it actually kind of was. If you were a guy, anyway. Was that the deal? Was she doing some sort of quiet, one-woman gender equality protest? Was she on “Free the nipple!” message boards, sharing pictures with other women going topless at football stadiums and hockey rinks and such? She wouldn’t exactly make a splash way up here if so, but he could at least imagine this being the most she’d actually feel capable of doing…
But the more he watched her, the less likely that theory was looking. She was clearly aroused, her nipples as rock-hard as ever and her face redder than before, and she was looking around like frightened prey, as if she expected someone to glance back at her or come around the corner any second, and catch her stealthily flashing the world. And yet at the same time, the slight pout to her lips and the way her hands were squeezed and rubbing between her inner thighs dangerously close to her crotch almost made it seem like she was hoping for exactly that to happen.
Regardless, Fluttershy sat there with her tits out for three, going on four minutes now, and no one except Zephyr appeared to have noticed. And her success(?) only seemed to embolden her further; both her hands rose up from her lap and cupped her voluptuous breasts, mouth opening in a silent moan. She touched them tentatively at first, looking warily around again with each slight motion, but when no one reacted save for a gasp of arousal from Zephyr that she couldn’t possibly hear, she got a more firm grip on herself, squeezing each breast one at a time, tight enough that her hand sunk into the soft, supple flesh. Literally, she had so much boob that Zephyr could watch her whole hand nearly disappear if she pressed and squeezed hard enough, like she was rolling and kneading two big balls of dough.
Fluttershy played with herself like that for another minute or two, until eventually her hands wandered all the way out to her nipples, and Zephyr could see her whole body jolt with cute little gasps as she rubbed two fingers in tight circles over and around each one. And even if they had somehow managed to soften a little since they first came out, her nipples were stiff and erect all over again now that she was playing with them directly, even going so far as to give each rosy tip a little pinch and tug, her mouth making the motions of moans that he desperately wished he could hear.
Zephyr couldn’t believe it; his sister was getting herself off in broad daylight, in the middle of a baseball game, and daring just about everyone in the stadium to catch her at it. Or at least, she was getting off to the thrill of the idea of being caught. Not that it was just an idea anymore, she was damn well caught, she just didn’t know it yet. He wondered if it would excite her to know someone actually was watching her, particularly someone she couldn’t see…
…Well. They had phones. He could always ask.
If his primary brain had been a bit more in control he might have balked at that idea, but at this point he was already thinking with his dick more than anything, and so he picked up his phone again and logged into his chat app, barely managing to tear his eyes away from the binoculars long enough to type the first message.
TheBreeze: Hey sis. Guess where I am.
Zephyr returned his gaze to the binoculars, and within a couple of seconds he saw Fluttershy’s self-pleasure session suddenly pause, her face flushing harder than before and her attention shifting to a sound (or a vibration, he preferred to imagine) in the pocket of her shorts. Her startled expression swiftly morphed into a frown, though, as she pulled the phone out and saw who was messaging her. She typed for barely a second or two before stuffing the phone back in her pocket, and Zephyr eagerly looked back at his own phone as it lit up.
ButterThighs: I’m busy, Zephyr.
TheBreeze: I can see that.
Zephyr snickered, pleased at his own quick wit and still amused by the little custom nickname he’d given her in their DMs forever ago, and looked across the stadium again. Fluttershy looked just about ready to settle into a groove with herself again when his reply reached her, and she looked to be seriously considering just ignoring it, but to his relief and excitement she pulled her phone back out, and her pinkish blush instantly jumped straight to tomato-red.
“Busteeeeeed…” he said to himself, watching in amusement as she darted her head around as though expecting to see him. But of course she saw no one looking anywhere near her direction. And so she relaxed, just a touch, and looked back at her phone, typing much slower and more attentively this time.
ButterThighs: What… what is that supposed to mean?
TheBreeze: It means you’re bust-ed.
TheBreeze: Get it? ‘Cause I can see your tits.
This time Fluttershy nearly dropped her phone out of pure shock, but she recovered from that rather quickly, her expression shifting toward indignant fury as her thumbs flew across the screen again.
ButterThighs: Zephyr, what the heck?! Are you at the stadium?!
ButterThighs: Are you spying on me?!
TheBreeze: Hey, hey, don’t get all preachy on me, girl.
TheBreeze: I’m not the one flashing a few thousand people.
TheBreeze: I came here entirely of my own accord, and just so happened to notice you.
TheBreeze: Although I gotta say, I sure didn’t expect to notice so much of you.
Zephyr couldn’t resist an enormous, shit-eating grin as he watched Fluttershy get all worked up and huffy in a kind of adorably sexy way, her cheeks puffing out and her boobs (she still hadn’t tried to hide them) bouncing a little as she hunched over her phone to furiously return-fire.
ButterThighs: Why are you watching me?!
TheBreeze: *I* was bored and people-watching.
TheBreeze: Why are you at a baseball game with your top off?
Zephyr had already deduced the answer to that, of course. Evidently Fluttershy was not willing to come right out and say it, at least not yet, but neither could she think of a good excuse, because she just kind of sat there looking flustered and staring at her phone with her thumbs poised over it. Zephyr took the chance to press his advantage.
TheBreeze: You’re getting off on it, aren’t you?
That got to her. Another shocked jolt hit her whole body, and Zephyr enjoyed yet another quick jiggle of her breasts at the motion. He didn’t even care that his dick was as hard as her nipples anymore, teasing her like this was infinitely more fun than some dumb baseball game, and watching a nice pair of tits bounce around just made it all the sweeter. He eventually looked back at his phone though as he saw her finally type something again.
ButterThighs: It’s not like that!
TheBreeze: Liar. I saw the way you were groping those things.
TheBreeze: You looked like you were trying to milk yourself.
ButterThighs: I wasn’t! I was just rubbing them because they were sore!
ButterThighs: My bra doesn’t fit right lately, so I took it off!
Huh. That almost sounded like it could have been the truth. There might have been a kernel of it, at least, given the way her breasts had started growing in before anyone else in her class and hadn’t yet stopped. And it was certainly more convincing in a vacuum when she didn’t stammer and blush in text the way she did in person. Unfortunately for her, he could still see her, and the most glaring evidence of the lie.
TheBreeze: Then why are your tits still out?
Again he watched her freeze like a deer in headlights, practically seeing the gears grind in her brain to devise some kind of logical, non-sexual interpretation of her actions. But it wasn’t coming to her fast enough, and so again Zephyr pressed.
TheBreeze: If you just wanted to give yourself a breast massage, I could almost buy it.
TheBreeze: But you could’ve done that anywhere.
TheBreeze: A bathroom stall, your car, a nursing lounge.
TheBreeze: Loads of private spots.
TheBreeze: But you picked a wide-open stadium bleacher.
TheBreeze: Where anyone could glance around and see you at any second.
TheBreeze: Which is exactly what you wanted, isn’t it?
TheBreeze: The idea of someone catching you, seeing you, is making you horny as fuck.
TheBreeze: Even right now, this whole time we’ve been talking, you haven’t so much as crossed your arms, let alone buttoned up that shirt.
TheBreeze: You know I can see your tits, and you’re letting me.
Satisfied he’d made his point, he looked back into the binoculars. Fluttershy’s face was pure crimson by now as she read his messages and reeled from the realization that he’d figured her out, and for a few moments he was afraid he’d pushed too hard and prematurely ruined the fun. But despite the embarrassed, resigned and almost somber pout on her face, she still didn’t hide those amazing boobs when she finally started to type back. Although she did suddenly look a lot more shy about them.
ButterThighs: What do you want, Zephyr?
ButterThighs: Are you trying to humiliate me into stopping?
ButterThighs: Because I’ll be honest, it’s working.
Zephyr thought about that for a long moment. What was he trying to do here? He’d just been looking for a little entertainment, at first, but now…
Well, now there were several things he wanted. And one thing he definitely didn’t. And he’d have to act fast if he wanted any of it.
TheBreeze: Humiliate? No. Tease? Yes, mercilessly.
TheBreeze: …Stop you? No way.
He watched Fluttershy sit up straighter, her blush subsiding somewhat.
ButterThighs: …No?
TheBreeze: Why don’t you go ahead and pick up where you left off?
Fluttershy took a long minute to stare at that message and think about it real hard. It was obvious where her mind was leaning; her blush was faded but still quite a rosy pink, and one hand had, perhaps subconsciously, started rubbing over one of her breasts again. But when she typed back (one-handed, he noticed) it sounded like she still needed another little push.
ButterThighs: You… want me to keep going?
ButterThighs: While you watch?
TheBreeze: Maybe.
TheBreeze: Isn’t that what you wanted? For someone to see you?
TheBreeze: At least it wasn’t security.
TheBreeze: This way the game’s not over.
TheBreeze: Anyone could still notice you any minute.
TheBreeze: Maybe someone already has.
TheBreeze: And maybe they like what they see.
Fluttershy was visibly panting as she read and typed now, and her non-texting hand was getting a lot more frisky with her left nipple.
ButterThighs: …Someone like you?
TheBreeze: Maybe me.
TheBreeze: Maybe some other bored, average joe with a pair of binoculars.
TheBreeze: And that’s part of the thrill, isn’t it?
TheBreeze: Someone could be watching you right now. Maybe a few someones.
TheBreeze: You’d never know.
TheBreeze: …Well, you’d know about one, at least.
TheBreeze: But I bet that just makes it even more exciting.
TheBreeze: I bet you almost creamed your panties when you realized someone actually did catch you.
Zephyr bit his lip, and again wondered if he’d maybe pushed it a bit too hard when he noticed Fluttershy lock up one more time. But then her free hand slowly snaked downward and fished down the front of her shorts, shifted around for a couple of seconds, and then withdrew, and when she held her hand up and out, where she had to be hoping he could see it (and he zoomed in his binoculars just to be sure), her fingers were glistening wet with some clear, thick substance stretching between her fingers.
“Holy shit,” he whispered to himself, so enraptured by the sight that this time he was the one to jump a little when his phone chimed with a reply.
ButterThighs: No ‘almost’ about it…
“Holy shit,” he repeated, one hand idly rubbing over the thoroughly uncomfortable bulge in his jeans. If he weren’t out in public right now he’d be unzipping and jerking off already, no matter whose tits or pussy juice that was. Not that that was stopping his sister, of course…
…Huh. Actually…
He was about as isolated up in the bleachers as she was. Moreso, even. The last two people remaining in his section had left when he wasn’t looking. He was totally alone up here. No one would notice or care if he just…
“Haaaaaaahhhhh,” Zephyr groaned in immediate relief as he unbuttoned and unzipped the front of his jeans, releasing some of the pressure holding his dick down. A thick bulge in his boxers pushed well up outside of the zipper region, straining against the button holding the front flap closed as hard as Fluttershy’s boobs had against her top. He grinned smugly to himself; luckily the women of his family weren’t the only ones who were… fortuitously endowed.
With a little less discomfort and cloth blocking his happy boner, Zephyr picked his binoculars back up and refocused on Fluttershy, lightly running his other hand along his less-clothed shaft. His sister was back at it as well, biting her lip against lewd moans as she teased and tugged on one of her nipples again in one hand and texted with the other. His phone predictably jingled a moment later.
Shit. He didn’t have enough hands for all this. Reluctantly he set the binoculars back down and grabbed his phone, desperately curious to see what she wanted now.
ButterThighs: Are you still watching…?
TheBreeze: Like a hawk, girl.
TheBreeze: Those might be the best tits I’ve ever seen, damn.
TheBreeze: Could feed a third-world country with those melons.
ButterThighs: Mmmff. This feels a little one-sided. I didn’t bring binoculars.
TheBreeze: Why not?
ButterThighs: I didn’t exactly come to watch the game.
ButterThighs: And now you can see me, but I can’t see you…
Zephyr held his breath, and thought long and hard (with both brains) about what she could have meant by that. He decided to play this one more cautiously.
TheBreeze: …Would you want to?
ButterThighs: …Maybe.
Zephyr gulped down a rush of arousal, his whole cock giving a twitch of mighty need. It wanted out of its cotton prison, and Fluttershy ‘maybe’ wanting this to be a two-way street convinced him to comply. With a quick flick of his thumb and forefinger (and one last look around to be absolutely sure his section was empty), Zephyr released the button on his boxers and let his cock pop up and out into the open air. It was a little awkward to adjust his grip when the base and balls were still safely in his pants, but he still shivered all over when his hand closed around the rest of his shaft, and gave himself a few slow pumps while he replied.
TheBreeze: Well, for what it’s worth, I’ve definitely got myself ‘in-hand.’
TheBreeze: Not much I can do about you being unable to see it, though.
ButterThighs: …You could send a picture?
Zephyr hissed softly in shocked pleasure, gripping himself a little tighter between strokes and struggling to maintain the composure to type back. God, this was escalating quickly.
TheBreeze: I seem to remember you telling me in no uncertain terms,
TheBreeze: ‘Unsolicited dick pics are bad and creepy and I should never do it.’
ButterThighs: Keyword ‘unsolicited.’
…Huh. Good point, and well made.
Was that actually what she was asking for though? Did she seriously want him to take a pic of himself jerking off to her? Or was he reading too much into it?
Wait, what was he even saying, the picture was her idea, of course she wanted it!
…Still. She’d been pretty serious about not just randomly sending girls dick pics. Couldn’t hurt to be totally sure.
TheBreeze: Well, alright.
TheBreeze: Let it be known that you asked for this.
ButterThighs: Noted.
Good enough.
With a little careful posing, Zephyr aimed his phone camera with one hand and his shaft with the other, making sure he didn’t cover himself up any more than strictly necessary. He caught himself at the tail end of an aroused twitch with the shot, but rather than making the pic blurry, it just meant the shot had captured his cock with a thick bead of pre-cum bubbled up and poised perfectly on the tip. A great shot to match his sister showing off her gooey, sticky hands. He sent it without a second thought, and Fluttershy received it by the time he picked up the binoculars again and zoomed back in on her body. He was stroking himself as freely as she was now, and he watched as her eyes bulged, then went-half-lidded, visibly biting her lip and even slipping her free hand off her breast and back down into her shorts while she responded.
ButterThighs: Oh wow…
ButterThighs: When did you get so big?
Zephyr groaned in a mix of arousal and annoyance, and reluctantly looked away to pick up his phone again, he hoped for the last time.
TheBreeze: Started growing one day and never stopped, girl.
TheBreeze: Just like those gorgeous sweater puppies you got.
TheBreeze: Hey uh…
TheBreeze: You wanna maybe take this to voice?
TheBreeze: I seriously gotta go hands-free over here.
ButterThighs: I was kind of hoping you’d say that.
His phone rang the moment he finished reading her reply, and Zephyr sighed in relief. Thank god for bluetooth earpieces. Now he could look, stroke and talk all at once.
He tapped the earpiece and opened his mouth, but stopped short of speaking, because the immediate first thing he heard was Fluttershy’s panting, almost gasping moans right into his ear, making him go slack-jawed again; she was way more turned on than he realized from a distance, and he didn’t dare speak too soon and cut off such adorably sexy sounds. He hadn’t even picked up the binoculars again yet, but just the sound of her moans was enough to get him pumping his fist around his cock a little more purposefully.
“Mmmff… Zephyr?” she eventually said between breaths. “A-are you there…?”
“…Y-yeah, yeah girl, I’m here,” he managed to reply. “Good to hear your voice, Butterthighs. Real good, actually, like damn.”
Fluttershy let out a soft snort and a shaky giggle. “Gawd, is that still the name I’m under on your end? I thought I told you to stop using that!”
“Not gonna happen. Especially not now that I’ve got such a good view of ‘em.”
“Mmmhh, I thought you were checking out my breasts…”
“I’m appreciating the whole package. Speaking of which, I didn’t know your voice could sound so sexy. I’ve never heard you moan like that, but I’m loving it.”
“Really…?”
“Really. Like for real, don’t let me distract you. Go ahead and enjoy yourself. I’ll just… sit back and watch. And listen.”
“…Okay.”
True to his word, Zephyr shut up at that, picked up the binoculars again, settled into a position where he could easily watch her and stroke off at the same time, and then did just that as Fluttershy got back into her groove. She must have had an earpiece too, because her phone was set aside now, and both hands were busily getting a piece of herself. One was still swirling around inside her shorts where he couldn’t see much of the action (hopefully that would change soon), but the other went back to cupping one breast, bouncing and squeezing and kneading it between her fingers and drawing cute squeaks and heavier moans past her lips, sounds that made the whole picture so much hotter than it already was.
She switched hands after a few minutes, evidently deciding the other breast needed some attention, and as that hand left her shorts and gripped her boob instead, Zephyr could again see her fingers were glistening wet, drawing slight trails of her own juices over the curve of the breast and in spiraling circles around the nipple. She was moaning even louder now, not quite unrestrained but definitely more enthusiastic than he’d ever heard from her before. He almost worried she’d draw attention to herself and get caught for real by less approving parties, but so far no one else seemed to have noticed. Or if they had, they were just as into it as he was, and didn’t dare spoil her fun.
And boy, was she having fun.
Zephyr shuddered a little and actually had to force himself to slow down his stroking. His cock was throbbing with need and starting to leak from the tip more copiously, and under normal circumstances he’d have been happy to just bust his nut now and call it a day, but this time was so, so very different. This time he wanted to hold back, to enjoy the show as long as he could. And he was fairly sure Fluttershy wanted him to as well. He wasn’t much of a grunter or groaner, but even just his quick, heavy breaths into the phone seemed to please and arouse her. She was definitely getting off to the knowledge that he was watching, the assurance that she already had a receptive audience. She was still quivering from the mixed fear and arousal of the whole thing coming crashing down if the wrong person caught her, but knowing that the right person already had was driving her something fierce.
“Mmmhh, you know, this is kind of all your fault, in a way,” she suddenly said. “And I don’t just mean today…”
Zephyr perked up curiously. “You mean this whole… public kink? How’s that?”
“Remember the pool party?”
Zephyr remembered lots of pool parties, actually; several of her friends had pools, and he had somehow managed to get invited to a decent number of them throughout high school. But there was nevertheless only one pool party that she could have possibly been referencing.
“You mean the one where I swiped your bikini top?”
It was the first and only time she’d worn a bikini. Rarity had talked her into it, even made it for her and kept it relatively modest. But string-ties had been “in” that season and Rarity couldn’t resist trends any more than Zephyr could resist an opportunity so perfect. One little tug and the whole top had come off right in his hand.
“Everyone saw my boobs that day… so many people just… staring…”
“Aww, c’mon Flutters, I’ve apologized for that a buncha times…”
“N-no, I mean…” she licked her lips and swallowed heavily. “It was scary at the time, so scary I completely locked up… I was so frozen I couldn’t even cover myself… but… no one laughed or made fun of me, at all… they just stared. I could see boys getting erections, girls with stiff nipples, everyone was blushing… they liked what they saw. And that night, after I calmed down… I thought about it while I was lying in bed… about everyone looking at me, s-seeing my naked breasts, getting excited over me, and before I knew it I was touching myself…”
Zephyr really had to struggle not to blow his load prematurely now, biting his lip hard to distract himself from the euphoria. “Haahh… Jesus, for real? After all that apologizing I had to do?”
“Mmhmm… I’d never been so wet in my life,” she admitted. “I think that was the first time I ever, um… ever, actually…”
“Came?”
Fluttershy whimpered a little. “N-no… I’d had… o-orgasms before, but… it was the first one that was… you know… wet.”
Zephyr shuddered again. Sweet mercy, his sister was a squirter, at least when she was really worked up. He wasn’t gonna last much longer at all if she kept dropping juicy (heh) tidbits like that. He needed to get her closer to climax, and fast. And if he was lucky, get a good eyeful of her gushing. He just had to nudge her a little bit more…
“Well, I’m glad you enjoyed yourself back then… but it’s starting to look like you’re enjoying yourself even more right now. How wet are you over there compared to that night?”
Fluttershy’s moans now were hotter and heavier than ever. “Oh gosh, so much more… I think I already need new underwear…”
“I wish I could see that.”
His sister let out her most adorable squeak yet. “You… r-really?”
“Yeah. I’ve been watching those hands swirl around inside those shorts for a while now… how about you take ‘em off and show me what you’re doing in there?”
“Oh.. o-oh gosh…” her whole body quivered with that same fearousal she’d been wracked with since they started. “Mmmff, I-I couldn’t… I’d be… ohh… totally exposed…”
“Yeah, exactly,” Zephyr almost purred at her. “We both know you want to. Besides, I’ve already got my junk out… you’re not gonna leave me hanging, are ya?”
Evidently she didn’t want to be outdone at her own kink by her brother, because that got her moving. Slick, shaky hands moved to unbutton her shorts as she scooted herself forward to the edge of her bench seat (thank god there weren’t chair-backs in the way), and then she rose just an inch or two and carefully tugged her bottoms down in the back, panties and all. She finally let her top fall off her shoulders and drape over the bench, giving her bare butt a bit more comfort to sit back down on, and then slowly her shorts and panties slid down as one, down her bare thighs, down the length of her socks, over and off one foot, and finally left dangling around the other. Zephyr watched every moment of their descent with an expression of utter delight, and once that delicious journey was complete, he looked back up at the rest of her just in time to see her bare, trembling thighs spread out to her sides and reveal herself to him completely.
She hadn’t been exaggerating one bit, she was completely soaked. Her outer lips were glistening, flushed pink and slightly parted from Fluttershy’s heavy petting already, and as her legs opened and exposed more and more deep pink inner flesh, he saw she was even more dripping wet further inside. Literally dripping; there was a slow, steady trickle of her personal lube leaking from her private depths down her hips, so copiously that Zephyr wondered if even her panties had been able to contain it all before she took them off. Even her inner thighs were damp from rubbing together around all that juice. He’d never seen pussy this wet in his life.
…In real life, anyway. Porn didn’t count.
“Oh my goodness…” Fluttershy whined, her breaths coming so fast she was almost hyperventilating. “I’m naked… I’m naked in public… everyone can see my… m-my…”
“The only one looking at your pussy right now is me,” Zephyr whispered back, half-reassurance and half-reminder. “It’s amazing, by the way. Hottest pussy I’ve ever laid eyes on.”
Fluttershy bit back another squeak, tugging her ball cap down over her face a little. “Mmmff…! Y-you’re just saying that…”
“No way, I’m dead serious. Don’t go shy on me now, girl. Show me how you play with it.”
She barely needed him to ask. One hand was already back to tweaking one of her nipples, and now the other started stroking her outer slit, at first with just two fingers but quickly getting her whole hand involved. Her middle and ring fingers slid themselves just barely inside past her pussy lips while her fore and pinky fingers stroked up and down just outside of them, drawing more and more sticky juices out of herself, and her palm steadily ground and rubbed against a spot just above and around where her clitoris must have been. Sweeter moans than ever before started reaching Zephyr’s ears immediately as Fluttershy worked herself into a rhythm, her rapid breaths shifting into nearly unbroken gasps and cries of pleasure. She was losing herself to the pleasure now, fully giving over to being driven by the thrill instead of frozen by the fear. Even when she backed off for a bit and gave herself a short breather, her thumb still drew slow circles around her clit, and her fingers ran lazily through the fuzzy pink hair of her pubic mound. Normally Zephyr liked his ladies smooth down there, but a little bush actually worked well on Fluttershy, he thought, especially when she obviously took care of it, even styled it.
In fact, it kind of looked familiar…
“Hmmmmhh… oohhhh, goodness,” Fluttershy moaned, and heaved a shaky sigh. “I can’t believe I’m showing you this… I can’t believe how hot it’s making me…”
“Me neither, Flutters, but I’m not complaining one bit. You look drop dead sexy like this. I love what you did with your bikini zone, by the by, that little lightning bolt shape? Looks just like the one on that T-shirt Rainbows always wears…”
A more embarrassed yelp slipped out at that. “Oh my gosh, of course you’d recognize that…”
“Heh, is there something going on between you two? Should I tell her you’ve got a little something special to show her down there…?”
“Oh, don’t you dare…!”
Zephyr snickered a little. “Relax, girl, m’just ribbing ya. I’m not actually gonna out you… I just thought it was cute, is all.”
“Mmmff… t-thank you…” she mumbled through a relieved sigh.
Zephyr let out a soft grunt as he shifted in his seat, throbbing with greater need than ever. He’d been steadily stroking himself to Fluttershy’s entire show, going on twenty minutes now, and at this point there was no getting out of this stadium without spending his load. He hoped she was as ready for the big finish as she was. “So, how close are you?” he decided to ask.
“Oh gosh, really close,” she muttered back. “I feel like I could explode any second…”
“Heh… good. Me too. Want to get there togeth--?”
“Yes,” she cut him off breathlessly.
Zephyr grinned wider and refocused his attention. Fluttershy was leaning back against the back wall of the stadium now, one leg up and splayed out across the empty bench, but otherwise still in what seemed to be her preferred position, one hand firmly kneading into her boobs and the other playing with her pussy. She was thrusting her middle and ring finger inside herself now, both coming out more and more soaked until he could see thick droplets of her juices dribbling down her hips with each pump of her fingers until it coated everything from her thighs down to her tight little butthole.
…He hadn’t gotten a chance to get a good look at her ass, Zephyr lamented suddenly. Maybe he could get her to show him later. Maybe she even had a kink for butt stuff, too. It was fun to imagine, at least…
It didn’t look like there was time for either of them to get into that right now, though. Fluttershy was working her fingers faster than ever, tugging her nipples and thrusting knuckle-deep in her pussy, and even as her moans grew louder and pitched higher the sound was now accompanied by the beautifully wet and juicy *slap* *slap* *slap* sounds of his sister schlicking herself. Even Zephyr was letting out soft groans now, a steady river of pre lubing and warming his thrusts until he was right on the edge. His whole body trembled a bit, until it was a struggle to keep the binoculars steady on Fluttershy’s gorgeously-naked figure. More than once he had to take a deep breath, stop his hand from shaking, and find her again. He didn’t want to miss a moment, let alone the moment. If he could even last that long.
“Haaahh… Flutters, I’m like, really close…!”
Fluttershy’s own moans spiked again as she answered. “I know… mmmhh… you start groaning when you’re about to finish…”
Zephyr shuddered again at that one. They’d definitely shared a wall at home a little too long if she could say that so matter-of-factly. “Ah-heh… sorry?”
“Don’t be… mmmff…! It’s sexy this time… knowing it’s me you want to see…”
“God, it really is… you’re so damn sexy, girl…”
“Hooohhh… oh Zephyr, I’m… I’m almost there too…!”
“Do it girl… let’s finish together!”
“Haaaahhh, Zephffffffffffffffmmmmmhhh…!!!”
In truth, he had fibbed just a bit. Zephyr held back just a few more seconds. He wanted to come watching her come.
And boy, did she ever.
Fluttershy’s fingers abruptly pulling out of the depths of her pussy and moved up to her clit instead, rubbing it in a blur of rapid motion and yowling into Zephyr’s ear until her other hand left her breast and clamped over her mouth to muffle her screams. Her body shuddered, her boobs jiggled, her hips bucked, and then finally she was cumming, in long, messy squirts that soaked the next two tiers of bench seats below her in a spray of girl-cum. Still she kept up the pressure on her clit, in no hurry to be done; her eyes rolled back in her head and she let out another muffled squeak with each bolt of orgasmic ecstasy, and Zephyr watched with a lecherous moan as she gushed two, three, four times at least, each as powerful and copious as the others.
It was at that point he lost track, because he couldn’t hold himself back any longer either.
“Nnnggghhh…!” Zephyr groaned deep in his throat, closing his eyes and nearly dropping the binoculars as his own head rolled back and his fingers made their last few pumps around his cock before it erupted. Thick ropes of jizz shot into the air, in a surprisingly powerful arc, and rained down on his chest a second later, splattering his shirt with wild, random streaks of spunk. Normally he would have had a wad of tissues ready for this part, but it never even crossed his mind to worry about, not until after half a dozen pulses of cum fired off and made a mess all up and down his chest, a weak, dribbling seventh shot oozing from the tip and trailing down his slick, weary hand.
Meh. Worth it.
“Ffffffuuuuuuuck..” Zephyr groaned, grinning ear to ear. “I can’t even remember the last time busting a nut felt so good…”
“Haaaahh… oh my gosh… oh my gosh…” Fluttershy whimpered in apparent agreement. “I’ve never… that was the hardest I’ve… oh my goodness, I think I splashed the next three rows…”
“I saw, that was fuckin’ hot, girl…”
“D-d’you think anyone else did…?”
“I think you’d have acquired an audience if they had, Flutters, you’re probably fine…”
“I guess so… mmhhh, I can’t decide if that’s a disappointment or a relief…”
“With a kink like that, it’s probably always gonna be a little of both.”
“…Hehe, yeah, maybe you’re right…”
The siblings fell silent for a minute, and Zephyr was content to spend it basking in his post-orgasmic bliss.
But unfortunately reality chose that moment to butt in.
“Aaaaaaaaalright, sports fans, the top of the seventh is in the books, time for the seventh inning stretch!” the stadium announcer suddenly declared. “We’d like to begin with a warm Wondercolts thank you to some of our most dedicated fans. You know who you are! Those fans who stick it out to the bitter end each and every game, even up on the top decks. Let’s give a round of applause to those really special fans who--…oh, uh…”
“Oh my gosh, Zephyr! Zephyr!” Fluttershy yelped in his ear. “The jumbotron!”
Zephyr looked lazily in the direction of the massive television screen above one end of the field, and froze as he saw… himself. Face flushed. Cock in hand. Covered in semen. And being broadcast to literally everyone in the stadium.
“Shit, Jerry, cut away, cut away damnit!”
“…Eh-heh…” Zephyr gulped, and awkwardly waved for a few seconds before the screen cut out.
Fuck.
Busted.
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Twenty minutes later Zephyr was shoved down on his ass to the sidewalk outside the stadium by security. Security with rubber gloves. Who immediately ripped them off the second they let go of him and bolted straight for the nearest bathroom.
He didn’t particularly blame them.
Fluttershy came out maybe ten minutes later, fully dressed again in her too-tight top and too-short shorts, and beet-red still. He’d found an empty bench to sit on by then, and Fluttershy headed straight over to take the seat next to him.
“…Um. Hey.”
“Hey.”
The two of them sat in awkward silence for a couple of minutes.
“…So, um… how… how much trouble are you in?”
“…Eh.” Zephyr shrugged. “Banned for life. Could have been worse, really. It wasn’t a TV feed, so it’s not like the FCC’s gonna come bearing down on anyone.”
“…I’m sorry.”
Zephyr looked at her in surprise. “Sorry? What are you sorry for?”
“I just… feel like this is my fault.”
“What?” Zephyr balked. “Flutters, no, don’t say that, this isn’t your fault.”
“It kind of is, though,” she insisted, blushing a little worse than she already was. “This whole thing happened because of my… kink… and you’re the one who got in trouble for it.”
“Psh. ‘Trouble’ is relative,” Zephyr said, and shrugged again. “So I can’t ever go back to a baseball diamond, big deal. I’m not really a sports fan anyway. I just lucked into a free ticket and had nothing better to do. This wasn’t even the first time I’ve been kicked out or banned for life from someplace.”
Fluttershy managed to chuckle a little. “Okay, that part I can believe…”
“…And besides… better me than you.” Zephyr looked at his sister more seriously now. “I’ve kinda been the butt-monkey my whole life. I’m used to it. I can take it. I’d rather I take it than see you having to. I know you liked the idea of getting caught, but something tells me that wouldn’t have extended to being thrown up on the jumbotron.”
Fluttershy turned nearly a shade of purple at the thought, smiling shakily. “Heh… yeah, I guess not… thank you, Zephyr…”
“Sure, anytime. You wanna head home?”
“…Okay.”
The pair stood up again, and started making their way back to their house in a more comfortable silence.
“…By the way… are those my bird-watching binoculars?”
“Hm?” Zephyr looked at the binoculars in his hand. “Oh, uh… yeah, I guess they are. Borrowed ‘em for the game. Sorry.”
“It’s okay. I kind of figured that was the only way you could have seen me so clearly.”
Zephyr laughed, huffing a bit with lingering arousal. “God, yeah, they worked incredibly well. Heh, guess it all worked out for the best that I borrowed ‘em. I didn’t miss a moment.”
Fluttershy smiled shyly, but almost proudly, too. Especially once she eyed up his shirt, and the zig-zagging mess of dried cum all over it. “S-so, um… w-wow… all that was for me, huh…?”
“Oh, this?” Zephyr looked down at himself. “Haha, yeah… guess I was pretty backed up.”
“Mmmff. I wish I could have seen it.”
“…Yeah?”
“…I mean, it’s only fair. You saw… everything I did. I only got one little pic of you.”
“Well, I didn’t see everything. I never got to see how hot your ass was. Is.”
Fluttershy turned red again. “Still pretty one-sided.”
Zephyr gave her a playful grin. “Well, we could always skip going home and find a nice, private corner of the park to chill and work on fixing that instead…”
Fluttershy actually grinned back this time. “…Maybe not too private.”
The pair laughed mischievously, and adjusted their course as one.
“…Speaking of your ass, you don’t happen to have any kinks about butt stuff, do you?”
“Don’t push it.”
“Haha, alright, alright, noted…”
“That kind of thing takes a lot of prep work.”
“Okay, okay, I hear you!”
“…Ask me again next week. With a bottle of lube in hand. A big bottle.”
Zephyr grinned wider.