Posers and Shooters (one shot)


                                            I really gotta thank this Anon for making a post that got my writing juices flowing:

                                            Anonymous 11/12/21(Fri)18:55:58 No.37820456▶

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                                            >Is lingerie your fetish, Anon?


                                            >>37820456

                                            >"Well Anon? Are you going to take the picture or are you just going to stand there and oogle?" Rarity barked at you.

                                            >You're never again mentioning any more productive hobbies that you like to partake in.

                                            >You've got a camera hanging around your neck and you're laying prose to take pictures of Fluttershy modeling lingerie in a meadow.

                                            >Sweat beads keep running down your forehead, it's hard to focus.

                                            >You mention that you were in a little photography club in high school in passing when chatting with Rarity then all of a sudden whenever she needs pictures taken for her various lines, you're the first she calls.

                                            >"It's something I like about your style Anon, it's got an amateur's flare, which accents my elegant designs. You know, Hoity Toity commented how it makes the common pony relate to their divine side." She told you once.

                                            >Whatever the fuck that means.

                                            >You rolled with it since she paid you well, but you got blindsided today when she told you you were shooting some of her lingerie designs.

                                            >And Fluttershy apparently displayed the perfect balance between grace and sensuality.

                                            >You gulp the lump in your throat as you put your eye behind the lens, breathing easy as you try to find the shutter button.

                                            >Fluttershy looks back to the camera, smirking.

                                            >"Rarity Anon doesn't oogle, he takes in, he... appreciates~"

                                            >You'd smash your head into this camera, but it's expensive equipment.

                                            >Fluttershy has been acting like this all day. It's bizarre how well she adopts the persona of whatever she's wearing.

                                            >"I can come over later for some test shots, okay~?"

                                            >You turn back to Rarity to give her a look, hoping she got your 'why are you putting me through this' message that's on your face.

                                            >"Darling, you can shoot me later for your collection, really I'm charmed, but we must stick to business for now."

                                            >Of course she'd say that.

                                            >What makes matters worse is Fluttershy looks sexy as hell.

                                            >Hopefully she'll never read your thoughts because this could spell your doom.

                                            "Lord have mercy," you utter.


                                            >You're certain snipers have been under less pressure.

                                            >Now that you think about it, if you get through this, you're certain that Enemy Behind the Gate was actually a cakewalk.

                                            "Be still, be still," you told yourself to calm down.

                                            >Your hold on the camera is shaky.

                                            >"Whatever you need, love~" Fluttershy replied, blowing a kiss to you.

                                            >You had to shift for a moment because your swelling boner is making you uncomfortable.

                                            >Even still, you took your first picture, and immediately after the shutter clicked, Fluttershy draws in a breath with her eyes closed, then let it out while shivering.

                                            >Her eyes fell back on you.

                                            >"Was that good for you too?"

                                            >You'd say that this sexually heightened experience is a one-way street, but good God nobody prepared you for her sultry voice in combination with this ensemble.

                                            >Words couldn't leave your mouth to shoot down her godless suggestion.

                                            >Your mouth was simply opened.

                                            >"Easy, love. Take your time, be gentle with me like you have been~"

                                            >You turn back to Rarity.

                                            "How many shots do you need?"


                                            >Rarity waved a hoof dismissively, "Oh dear I wouldn't dream of putting a restriction on your work. You know what's best!"

                                            "No deadlines you need to worry about?"

                                            >"Oh no no no dear, this line won't be coming out for another month. I made sure we have a time cushion specifically for today."

                                            >Speaking of cushion...

                                            >You're certain that this piece of lingerie is complimenting Fluttershy's figure a great deal.

                                            >The idea of wanting to plow her is getting to an intrusive level in your head.

                                            >How this lingerie hugs her figure in such a way really has you in an appreciative mindset.

                                            >Tis been a challenging month.

                                            >You put your eye back behind the lens, and once again Fluttershy looks into the camera.

                                            >Right now, you couldn't ask for a better setting, the sunlight hit her at just the right angle.

                                            >A quiet breeze that brushes the grass around her.

                                            >Truly a peaceful place to be in. You could get lost in your mind out here.

                                            >"It's just me and you right now~," Fluttershy says, snapping you out of your thoughts.

                                            >You lift your head over the camera

                                            "Pardon?"

                                            >She giggles, "you're a little nervous, aren't you~?"

                                            "Not at all," you said after wiping your brow with a handkerchief from your chest pocket.

                                            >"You're awfully quiet, love~"

                                            "I'm... visualizing."

                                            >"Oh posers and their shooters, it really is a wonderful dynamic to observe," Rarity said while sitting on a chair far behind you.

                                            >You look back to Rarity again, glaring.

                                            >"Pretend I'm not even here, darling," she said offering a nervous laugh with it.

                                            >When your eyes got back to Fluttershy, you internally flung curses to whatever god put you in this situation.

                                            >Fluttershy inched herself closer to you, putting her ass on display, you can see the outline of her ponut.

                                            >Breath in.

                                            >Exhale.

                                            >Just a few shutter clicks and you'll be out of here.


                                            >You had to remind yourself that it's just like any other photo gig.

                                            >It's a challenge trying not to let Fluttershy's hums and coos get to you.

                                            >With every click, she had something lewd to say.

                                            >Every now and then you took a second to wipe your forehead.

                                            >What's caught you off guard is when Fluttershy switched poses before you even asked her to.

                                            >As if she knew what you wanted to see.

                                            >It didn't even feel like an hour but you needed a water break to get all the hydration you lost from your forehead.

                                            >Rarity was nice enough to have some ice-cold pitcher of water on standby.

                                            >"Ah, I see you two already worked up a thirst hmm?"

                                            >You nodded in agreement as your shaky hands were pouring from the pitcher of water.

                                            >It was the right move to chug the ice-cold water from your glass, you'd prefer enduring a brain freeze than dealing with intrusive thoughts of fucking Fluttershy.

                                            "Believe when I tell you it's hard work."


                                            >You took a moment to lay down in the open field on a blanket, to Rarity's credit it's a nice day out.

                                            >Fluttershy and Rarity chatted among themselves for a little while, and occasionally your eyes would shift over to Fluttershy every chance it got.

                                            >Then you got the idea to look over the photos you took already.

                                            >Only a few were ruined from your nervousness, but the slight blurry look always seemed cool to you.

                                            >"Got what you need, love?" Fluttershy was nice enough to not straddle you while you laid on your back.

                                            >She lied down to the right of you, invading your personal space like she always does.

                                            "Uh, yeah." You said, trying not to give her direct eye contact.

                                            >You tried burying your face into the camera, but that's full of lewd Fluttershy pictures.

                                            >"I'm right here~" She whispered in your ear.

                                            >A hoof started brushing down your thigh, you swat it away out of reflex.

                                            >"Still got some fight left in you hmm? That's okay."

                                            >Her mouth got closer to your ear, "how do you feel about thigh-high socks?"

                                            >She noticed your boner twitch.

                                            >"I see. So, what are you doing later today?"

                                            "I'm busy, got lunch with Dash and some other stuff."

                                            >"Aww, that's a shame. I would've come over to model my collection of thigh-high socks for you."

                                            >Shame indeed. But she can never know that.

                                            -


                                            >"How'd the shoot go Anon?" Dash asks still chewing a stuffed bean and cheese burrito across the table.

                                            >Fluttershy's damn ass was still fresh on your mind.

                                            >How she had her hind legs up while looking toward you with those bedroom eyes...

                                            "Why do you ask?"

                                            >"Just asking is all," Dash started adding  Explosive Atomic Evil Quadruple Abusive Mega Apocalyptic Tongue Death Hot Sauce to the tip of her burrito.

                                            "Can't complain, Rarity pays well as always."

                                            >"Well that's good at least, Fluttershy said she had fun."

                                            >You gesture with a hand to stop Dash from taking a bit out of the end of the burrito with black and crimson red goop on it.

                                            "Dash, you're making a grave mistake."

                                            >"Oh please Anon, I add this stuff to my coffee."

                                            >She take a bit, and although briefly her eyes went red and were watering, she downs it with brimstone smoke coming out of her nostrils.

                                            >"See? No big deal."

                                            >She leans back in her chair to unleash a gut gurgling burp and you were in its field of almost literal fire.

                                            >A mixture of smokey slime green and black smoke whiffed over to you, invading and burning your nostril hairs.

                                            > Your eyes were watering as well.

                                            >The stench so repugnant it purged you of all your sins from your past lives and ancestors.

                                            >The image of Fluttershy blowing kisses while in thigh-high socks were nuked, leaving a barren wasteland of thoughts complaining about the smell.

                                            >You felt your lunch getting ready to come up for a moment, there weren't a lot of things that smelt worse than this in your life.

                                            >But you study Dash through your teary-eyed vision, surprised she shrugged it off.

                                            >You feel Fluttershy's lewd grip dissolving, finally allowing your boner to die down.

                                            >"See? I'm fine."

                                            "Remind me to pay for your lunch today."


                                            End.


                                            This was fun to write