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Sluttershy experiences a wardrobe malfunction. She gets upskirt pics taken by a bunch of strangers waiting at the bus stop.
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>you are Sluttershy
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>...
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>you're dressed like one, after all
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>you feel absolutely degraded
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>you're forced to cling to the arms of a man while he parades you and Rarity around town like you're prize winning horses
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>your face is red and you try to avoid eye contact with pedestrians staring at you
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>they probably think you're a prostitute being led to a hotel for a dicking in broad daylight
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>you occasionally pull one hand away from his arm to shimmy your dress down
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>gosh, he's walking so fast
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>you're barely able to keep up in your six inch heels
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>and the wide steps are making your dress ride up very quickly
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>your breasts sway back and forth like they're about to spill out at any moment
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>you can't really see Rarity from where you're clinging to the man's arm
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>all you can see is her confident strut and black, latex-clad legs
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>you feel like you're alone in the skanky parody of your pony-up outfit
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>you have to admit, you feel a hint of exhilarating arousal building up in your nethers
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>you fight it like your life depended on it
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>if you get too wet down there...
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>you remember Rarity's risque bikini modeling pics
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>gosh, that'd make you die of embarrassment
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>"say, daddy, where are we going today?"
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>the man huffs
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>"Rariwhore, they fucking banned me from WeeabooCon for sexually assaulting cosplayers. i kept telling them i'm not the only one doing it and these sluts like it, but they wouldn't listen. the con's in town today and i can't go."
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>Rarity coos
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>"ohh, that's horrible! we're here to make you feel better~"
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>"fuck them. there's plenty of cosplaying sluts on the bus to the convention center. i want you sluts to take the heat from other perverts so i can grope some fresh ones"
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>"whatever you want, daddy~"
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>your eyes go wide
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>you've been to that con a few times
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>and those buses are always *packed*
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>and you're going to go on them on purpose
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>...dressed like this?
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>you're gonna get groped like like there's no tomorrow
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>your knees wobble
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>you have to get out of here!
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>being stared at in this garb is already lewd enough
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>...and yes, you think you kinda like it
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>but getting groped by strangers?
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>all because this pervert wants to use you and Rarity as wingmen for his perversion?
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>your grip loosens in his arm
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>you'd have to walk all the way back to the boutique, where your modest clothes are
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>you'd be stared at for the entire walk
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>but you could risk it...
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>"keep up, bitch. the hotel's a block away"
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>the man yanks at your arm
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>eep!
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>your right breast spills out of the halter top from the sudden movement
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>you hurriedly try to cover yourself while stumbling on your six inch heels
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>there are a lot more pedestrians now
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>you see several pairs of eyes dart towards your exposed tit
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>oh no!
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>you have to fumble a few more times with your trembling hand before you're tucked in again
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>your heart pounds
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>the adrenaline rush makes you breathe like a fish out of water
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>your thighs tremble as you feel warmth pooling in your nethers
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>no!
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>not here!
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>why is your body reacting this way?
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>you desperately tug down at the front of your dress
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>your fingers brush against the fabric of your neon pink panties
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>it feels somewhat damp to the touch
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>you desperately hope it's your sweat
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>you're practically dragged to the hotel and the bus stop in front of it
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>the three of you stand around and wait with throngs of people
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>there are a lot more cosplayers than you remember from last time
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>some are dressed to perfectly recreate the character's look
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>the majority are just sexier versions of characters
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>you spot more than a few boys blushing and smiling
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>some of them already have their phones out taking pics of scantily clad women
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>you also see an older man wearing a baseball cap
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>he's holding a stuffed tote bag, casually walking to and from different cosplayers, holding his tote bag unusually steady below waistline
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>you think you know exactly what he's doing
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>you glance behind you to make sure nobody's doing something similar to you
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>you pull your dress down as low as it'll go
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>some of the phones are pointing at you and Rarity now, and you hear different shutter sounds of their camera apps
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>you lower your head and hide your face behind your pink hair
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>this can't be happening...
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>what would your coworkers say if they found out?
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>you glance sideways at Rarity
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>she's doing the exact opposite
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>she's blowing kisses, bending over slightly, winking, striking poses
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>but still clinging onto "daddy" to make it clear who she belongs to
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>even in your slutty garb, you feel like a sack of potatos in the backdrop of Rarity's sexy impromptu modeling
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>you smile at some of the phones pointed at you, but don't dare move an inch
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>you see a few of them start kneeling to take low-angle shots of you
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>you blush
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>you want to scream, cover your shame, hide behind *something*
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>but like a captive animal, you just let it happen
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>your feel your head pulsating with your heartbeat
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>this is it
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>you're a slut now
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>of course, you're not posing for them or intentionally bending over like Rarity
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>but you're still letting them take pics
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>dressed like this
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>you aren't even sure if the top part of your dress has enough threadcount to conceal your naked breasts under the flashing light
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>you think the boy kneeling in front of you can see all the way up your dress and probably taking pics of your rapidly dampening neon pink panties
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>but instead of covering yourself, you keep your arms clinging to the "daddy" next to you
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>this is terrifying!
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>but you also feel so, so sexy
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>those pics are gonna end up on the internet somewhere
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>and...
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>people are gonna fap to you
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>you feel dizzy with the mixture of panic and arousal
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>you're about to faint when the bus arrives
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>it's already crowded with cosplayers and confused looking commuters
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>"alright, sluts. you know what to do. flaunt it or no money, got it?"
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>you think you hear Rarity moaning
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>"oh yes, daddy~"
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>you meekly mumble something resembling "yes"
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>"good girls"
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>the man slaps his hands over you and Rarity's asses and gives them a harsh squeeze
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>you yelp and jolt upright
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>the crowd stops what they're doing and lines up to get on the bus
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>Rarity drags you forward and holds you in front of her by your shoulders
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>she whispers in your ear
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>"(nice and easy, Sluttershy...)"
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>you feel Rarity's moist, soft lips meeting the small of your neck
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>you coo and moan involuntarily
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>"(good, let your body get worked up, let the boys admire you with their hands)"
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>her hands wrap around your waist and she hugs you tightly from behind
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>you feel her slender fingers slowly tracing their way up to your breasts
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>"(ahh, your nipples are so hard already.. did those boys taking pictures of you turn you on?)"
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>n-no
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>p-please...
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>not like this in public...
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>Rarity grabs your hand and guides them behind you, underneath her latex skirt
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>"(it's normal for sluts to feel like that getting their pictures taken~)"
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>your fingers brush against her inner thigh
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>they're slick with her fluids!
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>the line in front of you starts moving
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>Rarity lets you go as you take one step into the bus
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>your legs are shaking
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>your heart is pounding, but with arousal now
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>standing above the crowd, you feel conscious of the eyes behind you
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>you brush your hands down your ass
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>your dress is still there, and the contours of your pantyline
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>you swallow and slow your breathing down, trying to calm yourself
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>you can't believe Rarity turned you on like this!
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>the crowd starts filling into the bus and the girl in front of you takes another step up
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>you follow, trying not to flash your panties at the driver
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>the crowd starts piling into the bus and you follow the flow of people
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>Rarity's behind you again and has her arms wrapped around under your breasts
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>she's lifting them up slightly
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>your halter top loses some tension and hangs loosely over your nipples
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>you try to pull away from her half-heartedly
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>she doesn't let go
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>you see more and more eyes sizing you up and down
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>you sigh and resign yourself to your slutty fate
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>"(don't you love those gazes, Sluttershy?)"
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>you shudder as Rarity's whisper tickles your ear
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>"(it'd be a shame if you didn't show them some skin, don't you think?)"
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>what is she talking about?
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>you're already wearing a panty-flashing short dress!
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>she reaches down and undoes the ribbon tying up your sheer green overskirt
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>you gasp as she opens it up from around your waist and folds it into her black latex purse
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>you feel your thighs completely bare now
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>more eyes dart to you now
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>they gaze hungrily, watching you being presented like this in a perverted slut-reveal show
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>you reflexively fold your hands over your crotch, hiding the neon pink pantyshot
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>well, it's not like they haven't see them already...
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>but you feel slightly safer
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>"(oh, that's not gonna help you this time, my darling Sluttershy~)"
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>Rarity's slender hands reach under something hidden in the front of your dress
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>she unclasps something underneath and you feel something loosen around your waist
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>h-huh??
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>the back of your thighs feel something brush against them as a huge section of the lower half of your dress comes loose in Rarity's hands
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>the two-part hem, too, is an overskirt of some kind
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>the hem of your dress is short all around now
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>the eyes...
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>they all widen as they see you being slowly stripped like this
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>you jolt upright in surprise and run your hands down your ass
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>the hem of it ends scandalously short in the rear
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>you feel your hands touching just under your buttcheeks
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>you squeeze your legs shut together, utterly terrified
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>Rarity!
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>how could she do this to you?
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>you hear a camera app shutter sound behind you
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>it's Rarity's phone
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>she wraps her hands around you again and holds her phone to your eye level
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>"(this is how you look now... isn't it so lovely?)"
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>you see your own rear in the picture
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>the hem of your dress is held taut over your ass, showing pantyline digging into your butcheeks
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>the slight curvature of your lower butt is visible
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>the plunging backline dips even lower, nearly showing the top part of your neon pink panties
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>you're almost glad that your those panties fit small on you
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>there's no way they wouldn't show if they didn't ride up your ass like they are now...
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>from this angle, you look like a total skank!
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>this is horrible!
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>you need that overskirt back...
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>"(oh no, darling. that'd just get in the way of these lovely men laying their hands on you~)"
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>you look around you in renewd horror
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>you see a couple of phones pointed at you
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>the older man with the baseball cap...
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>he's running his hand up and down the bulge in his pants!
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>you begin panting
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>your breasts rise up and down in your halter top
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>your head swims with panic, fear, betrayal, anger,
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>arousal
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>you feel your legs tremble under the withering male gaze
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>your panties feel damper than before
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>more and more people pile in around you
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>"(try not to have *too* much fun, Sluttershy~ it's your first time, after all...)"
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>the safe confines of Rarity's grasp disappears
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>you turn your head around
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>she smiles smugly and winks at you
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>no!
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>please...
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>you can't do this...
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>she ignores your pleading eyes
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>you see her eyes go half-lidded as she bends over slightly, resting her hands on her knees
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>no doubt flashing her latex thong at the man sitting behind her
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>...it's not like he didn't see it already from his angle
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>but Rarity's action makes it clear to him that she's doing it on purpose
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>and totally asking for it
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>a female cosplayer walks into your line of sight
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>you can't see your friend anymore
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>you dart your eyes looking for her client
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>the "daddy"
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>you only see his bargain brand sneakers behind the female cosplayer in front of you
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>you're totally alone now...
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>you hear the bus hissing as the doors close
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>you nearly trip as the vehicle moves under your six inch heels
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