Sluttershy experiences a wardrobe malfunction. She gets upskirt pics taken by a bunch of strangers waiting at the bus stop.

>you are Sluttershy
>...
>you're dressed like one, after all
>you feel absolutely degraded 
>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 
>your face is red and you try to avoid eye contact with pedestrians staring at you 
>they probably think you're a prostitute being led to a hotel for a dicking in broad daylight 
>you occasionally pull one hand away from his arm to shimmy your dress down 
>gosh, he's walking so fast 
>you're barely able to keep up in your six inch heels 
>and the wide steps are making your dress ride up very quickly 
>your breasts sway back and forth like they're about to spill out at any moment 
>you can't really see Rarity from where you're clinging to the man's arm
>all you can see is her confident strut and black, latex-clad legs 
>you feel like you're alone in the skanky parody of your pony-up outfit 
>you have to admit, you feel a hint of exhilarating arousal building up in your nethers 
>you fight it like your life depended on it 
>if you get too wet down there...
>you remember Rarity's risque bikini modeling pics 
>gosh, that'd make you die of embarrassment 
>"say, daddy, where are we going today?"
>the man huffs 
>"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." 
>Rarity coos 
>"ohh, that's horrible! we're here to make you feel better~"
>"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"
>"whatever you want, daddy~"
>your eyes go wide 
>you've been to that con a few times
>and those buses are always *packed* 
>and you're going to go on them on purpose
>...dressed like this?
>you're gonna get groped like like there's no tomorrow
>your knees wobble

>you have to get out of here!
>being stared at in this garb is already lewd enough
>...and yes, you think you kinda like it
>but getting groped by strangers?
>all because this pervert wants to use you and Rarity as wingmen for his perversion? 
>your grip loosens in his arm 
>you'd have to walk all the way back to the boutique, where your modest clothes are
>you'd be stared at for the entire walk
>but you could risk it...
>"keep up, bitch. the hotel's a block away"
>the man yanks at your arm
>eep!
>your right breast spills out of the halter top from the sudden movement 
>you hurriedly try to cover yourself while stumbling on your six inch heels 
>there are a lot more pedestrians now
>you see several pairs of eyes dart towards your exposed tit 
>oh no!
>you have to fumble a few more times with your trembling hand before you're tucked in again 
>your heart pounds 
>the adrenaline rush makes you breathe like a fish out of water
>your thighs tremble as you feel warmth pooling in your nethers
>no!
>not here! 
>why is your body reacting this way?
>you desperately tug down at the front of your dress
>your fingers brush against the fabric of your neon pink panties 
>it feels somewhat damp to the touch 
>you desperately hope it's your sweat 

>you're practically dragged to the hotel and the bus stop in front of it
>the three of you stand around and wait with throngs of people 
>there are a lot more cosplayers than you remember from last time 
>some are dressed to perfectly recreate the character's look 
>the majority are just sexier versions of characters 
>you spot more than a few boys blushing and smiling 
>some of them already have their phones out taking pics of scantily clad women 
>you also see an older man wearing a baseball cap
>he's holding a stuffed tote bag, casually walking to and from different cosplayers, holding his tote bag unusually steady below waistline
>you think you know exactly what he's doing

>you glance behind you to make sure nobody's doing something similar to you
>you pull your dress down as low as it'll go
>some of the phones are pointing at you and Rarity now, and you hear different shutter sounds of their camera apps
>you lower your head and hide your face behind your pink hair
>this can't be happening...
>what would your coworkers say if they found out? 
>you glance sideways at Rarity 
>she's doing the exact opposite 
>she's blowing kisses, bending over slightly, winking, striking poses
>but still clinging onto "daddy" to make it clear who she belongs to 
>even in your slutty garb, you feel like a sack of potatos in the backdrop of Rarity's sexy impromptu modeling 
>you smile at some of the phones pointed at you, but don't dare move an inch 
>you see a few of them start kneeling to take low-angle shots of you 
>you blush
>you want to scream, cover your shame, hide behind *something*
>but like a captive animal, you just let it happen 
>your feel your head pulsating with your heartbeat 
>this is it
>you're a slut now 
>of course, you're not posing for them or intentionally bending over like Rarity
>but you're still letting them take pics 
>dressed like this
>you aren't even sure if the top part of your dress has enough threadcount to conceal your naked breasts under the flashing light 
>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 
>but instead of covering yourself, you keep your arms clinging to the "daddy" next to you 
>this is terrifying!
>but you also feel so, so sexy 
>those pics are gonna end up on the internet somewhere
>and...
>people are gonna fap to you 
>you feel dizzy with the mixture of panic and arousal

>you're about to faint when the bus arrives 
>it's already crowded with cosplayers and confused looking commuters 
>"alright, sluts. you know what to do. flaunt it or no money, got it?"
>you think you hear Rarity moaning 
>"oh yes, daddy~" 
>you meekly mumble something resembling "yes"
>"good girls"
>the man slaps his hands over you and Rarity's asses and gives them a harsh squeeze 
>you yelp and jolt upright 

>the crowd stops what they're doing and lines up to get on the bus 
>Rarity drags you forward and holds you in front of her by your shoulders
>she whispers in your ear
>"(nice and easy, Sluttershy...)" 
>you feel Rarity's moist, soft lips meeting the small of your neck 
>you coo and moan involuntarily 
>"(good, let your body get worked up, let the boys admire you with their hands)"
>her hands wrap around your waist and she hugs you tightly from behind 
>you feel her slender fingers slowly tracing their way up to your breasts
>"(ahh, your nipples are so hard already.. did those boys taking pictures of you turn you on?)" 
>n-no 
>p-please... 
>not like this in public...
>Rarity grabs your hand and guides them behind you, underneath her latex skirt 
>"(it's normal for sluts to feel like that getting their pictures taken~)"
>your fingers brush against her inner thigh 
>they're slick with her fluids! 
>the line in front of you starts moving
>Rarity lets you go as you take one step into the bus
>your legs are shaking 
>your heart is pounding, but with arousal now 
>standing above the crowd, you feel conscious of the eyes behind you
>you brush your hands down your ass
>your dress is still there, and the contours of your pantyline 
>you swallow and slow your breathing down, trying to calm yourself
>you can't believe Rarity turned you on like this! 
>the crowd starts filling into the bus and the girl in front of you takes another step up 
>you follow, trying not to flash your panties at the driver 

---

>the crowd starts piling into the bus and you follow the flow of people
>Rarity's behind you again and has her arms wrapped around under your breasts 
>she's lifting them up slightly
>your halter top loses some tension and hangs loosely over your nipples 
>you try to pull away from her half-heartedly 
>she doesn't let go 
>you see more and more eyes sizing you up and down 
>you sigh and resign yourself to your slutty fate
>"(don't you love those gazes, Sluttershy?)"
>you shudder as Rarity's whisper tickles your ear
>"(it'd be a shame if you didn't show them some skin, don't you think?)"
>what is she talking about?
>you're already wearing a panty-flashing short dress! 
>she reaches down and undoes the ribbon tying up your sheer green overskirt 
>you gasp as she opens it up from around your waist and folds it into her black latex purse 
>you feel your thighs completely bare now
>more eyes dart to you now 
>they gaze hungrily, watching you being presented like this in a perverted slut-reveal show 
>you reflexively fold your hands over your crotch, hiding the neon pink pantyshot 
>well, it's not like they haven't see them already...
>but you feel slightly safer 
>"(oh, that's not gonna help you this time, my darling Sluttershy~)"
>Rarity's slender hands reach under something hidden in the front of your dress
>she unclasps something underneath and you feel something loosen around your waist
>h-huh??
>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 
>the two-part hem, too, is an overskirt of some kind 
>the hem of your dress is short all around now
>the eyes...
>they all widen as they see you being slowly stripped like this
>you jolt upright in surprise and run your hands down your ass 
>the hem of it ends scandalously short in the rear
>you feel your hands touching just under your buttcheeks 
>you squeeze your legs shut together, utterly terrified 
>Rarity!
>how could she do this to you?
>you hear a camera app shutter sound behind you 
>it's Rarity's phone 
>she wraps her hands around you again and holds her phone to your eye level
>"(this is how you look now... isn't it so lovely?)" 
>you see your own rear in the picture 
>the hem of your dress is held taut over your ass, showing pantyline digging into your butcheeks
>the slight curvature of your lower butt is visible 
>the plunging backline dips even lower, nearly showing the top part of your neon pink panties 
>you're almost glad that your those panties fit small on you 
>there's no way they wouldn't show if they didn't ride up your ass like they are now...
>from this angle, you look like a total skank!
>this is horrible!
>you need that overskirt back...
>"(oh no, darling. that'd just get in the way of these lovely men laying their hands on you~)"
>you look around you in renewd horror
>you see a couple of phones pointed at you 
>the older man with the baseball cap... 
>he's running his hand up and down the bulge in his pants! 
>you begin panting 
>your breasts rise up and down in your halter top 
>your head swims with panic, fear, betrayal, anger,
>arousal
>you feel your legs tremble under the withering male gaze 
>your panties feel damper than before 
>more and more people pile in around you 
>"(try not to have *too* much fun, Sluttershy~ it's your first time, after all...)"
>the safe confines of Rarity's grasp disappears 
>you turn your head around 
>she smiles smugly and winks at you 
>no! 
>please...
>you can't do this...
>she ignores your pleading eyes 
>you see her eyes go half-lidded as she bends over slightly, resting her hands on her knees
>no doubt flashing her latex thong at the man sitting behind her 
>...it's not like he didn't see it already from his angle 
>but Rarity's action makes it clear to him that she's doing it on purpose 
>and totally asking for it
>a female cosplayer walks into your line of sight 
>you can't see your friend anymore 
>you dart your eyes looking for her client
>the "daddy"
>you only see his bargain brand sneakers behind the female cosplayer in front of you 
>you're totally alone now...
>you hear the bus hissing as the doors close 
>you nearly trip as the vehicle moves under your six inch heels