>>40021451>>40021917>>40021970>>40022311>>40022426>>40022706>Be Anon.>Sitting out at the bleachers after school, waiting and watching Rainbow Dash do her sprints around the track.>Not many students stay back and train on a Friday afternoon but, Dash has always been determined.>Maybe even compensating for the fact that all her friends... "filled out" before she did.>Never bothered you.>She was just another "dude" in your eyes.>Was always fun to hang out with her or talk to her during class about music, TV shows, and so on.>But over the course of a few months, she began filling out herself.>/Very/ well.>She went from being a, A-cup to easy triple Ds.>It would be a lie if you said you didn't enjoy it.>She enjoyed as well, in fact.>Going so long as a flat chested teenage girl surrounded by her busty friends always made her self conscious.>She would never admit it, of course.>But you could feel it when she'd talk about how buys would act around her compared to them.>Now, she would purposely just tease or even outright make fun of guys who she catches looking at her.>Doing things in class like leaning back in her chair, letting her heaving breasts take center stage as she lightly moans with a yawn and a stretch.>You were no exception.>She'd tease you a lot as well.>But in a more caring way.>Which is just endearing.>Seeing her enjoy her new "equipment" but not outright turn into a slootbag, or immediately hook up with the first dude who plays nice with her, showed just how little shes /actually/ changed.>But oh boy does she love to tease you...>Could swear she was right now, as you watch her run.>Seeing her glancing up at you smiling every other minute.>Those big, bulbous, jiggly chest pillows bouncing around and seemingly ready to burst from her clothing at any minute with each strike of her heel to the ground...>Good thing there's nobody else here to see the raging tent you had in your pants.>She laps once more, and stops at the bleachers, panting.>"Hah... whoa man! A lot harder to keep my old pace now.""You're still a better runner then practically everyone in school, Dash."
>You hand her her water bottle.>"Thanks!">She rears her head back, squeezing the bottle while poking her chest out.>She closes her eyes, leaving one open just enough to watch you staring at her.>Finally, she swallows her gulp of water and licks her lips.>"See something ya like there, buddy?""Pfft, no!" You look away, "Nothing worth looking at."
>"Like your one to talk!""Hey!"
>You point accusingly at her.>Pause.>And shrug your shoulders."Yeah, okay."
>That got a giggle from her.>"Relax dude, at least you have at least /one/ girl in your life.""Yeah you're hardly a girl with how many damn sports you play."
>"What? Jealous because a girl is better then you at every sport ever then you are, huh~?" 