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The Story Man - Truth or Dash (unfinished)

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>You are anon
>Just your regular bro
>same goes for your best bud, RD
>It may seem weird having a girl as your bud, but you were cool with it
>So was she
>It was summer vacation and you were just chilling on your couch
>phone rings
> “Hey anon, how’s your summer so far?”
“It’s been, like, a week RD”
> “I know, but I bored as shit”
>What, she got ADD or something?
“Alright, you want to hang out this weekend?”
> “Sure. Meet at your place?”
“Course’, you wanna bring the beer?”
> “Sure, I got a new brand you might want to try.”
“Alright, see you here”
> “See ya”
>you hang up the phone
>You check the clock on the wall
>about 5:45
>Should take dash about 15 minutes to get here
>She didn’t come over here a lot, but you knew where she lived.
>You two had been friends ever since she sat next to you on the bus.
>She saw you playing pokemon at you two hit it off
>You were never into it all that much, but dash had a soft spot for it
>Never told many people about because she was embarrassed by it.
>She only talked to you about it as you were playing
>That was about two years ago back when you guys were freshmen
>you were reminiscing about Dash when your dad came in.
>Wait, why were you thinking about dash so much?
>oh yeah, you hadn’t seen her since exams
>She was fucking terrified
>Shit, wait, your dad
“Hey dad, Dash is coming over”
> “Alright, don’t touch my car. I’m going out with the guys for a party so I’ll be home late.”
“And is mom still at the hospital?”
> “Yeah, she’s working the late shift”
“Again?”
> “She says it’s quieter”
>Your dad shrugged and moved up the stairs
>about 10 minutes later your dad left with his buddies
>Dash arrived about 5 minutes after that.
> “Sorry, had to find this stuff in our garage fridge. Your dad still here?”
>She hoisted up 2 cases of strange looking beer
“Nah, he left for a party. The house is all ours tonight”
>Dash got one of her stupid grins
> “All alone at last?”
>She tries to put a hand to her forehead but almost drops the beer
>you roll your eyes
>She always made that same joke every time.
“Just get in here”
> She laughed and walked in as you held the door.
>She moved to the couch and set the cases on the table
>Taking out a bottle opener she opened two and handed you one
“What kind of beer is this?”
>You looked at the label
>a picture of a smiling cow with blue spots filled the cover
> “It’s blueberry flavored beer”
“It’s what?”
> “Just try it you pussy”
>Dash took a swig of her own
>Whelp, carpe diem
>You take a quick swig of the strange liquor
>Oh my god
“Dash...this is the best beer I’ve ever had.”
>You take another drink, this time savoring the taste
> “Told ya so, I got it when I went up north”
>You take a seat on the couch and examine your bottle
>You return the smile of that strange blue cow
“So, besides amazing beer, how’s your summer so far?”
>She takes a swift drink before responding
> “Well, I passed my exams”
>The emphasis on “passed” made you worry
>You let it slide though
>Dash never liked to talk about that kind of stuff
“Good to hear”
>You take another drink
>A few more as you both get quiet for a bit
>Dash speaks up to break the silence
> “So, what do you want to do to pass the time
>You thought for a moment
>Nothing on T.V., you had checked while Dash was on her way
>No vidya worth playing
“No idea, you got any?”
>Dash put her hand on her chin
> “What about a game?”
“A game?”
> “Yeah, you know, truth or dare or something”
“Aren’t those for kids?”
>Dash held her beer with two fingers and shook it
> “Not with these they're not”
>you shrug, accepting your fate.
“So, truth or dare then?”
> “Right, truth or dare”
“Hey who said you went first?”
> “Oh, you wanna arm wrestle for it?”
>Dash flexed her right arm
>She was a rugby player as well as a soccer player
>She was also tougher than you
“That’s cheating, rock paper scissors?”
>She puts down her arm with a frown
> “Fine, big baby”
>1...
>2...
>Shoot!
>Fuck
“Fuck”
> “YES!”
>She won with rock to you scissors
>You almost went to object, but knew Dash would just win again
>If she got a lead on something, she almost never lost it
“Fine, truth”
> “Not drunk enough for dare?”
>You take a long drink of your beer as you finish it
“I’m getting there”
> “Same, so, you a virgin?”
>god dammit
“Straight to sex, huh?”
>Dash laughs
> “You know me so well, anon”
“Fine, yes”
>You grumble a bit as you crack open a new beer
>You knew she already knew that
>She just loved teasing you about it
“Right, truth or dare Dashie”
>Rainbow glared at you
>She hated that nickname
>You thought it was cute
>Which is why Dash hated it
> “Dare”
>You wondered if Dash had ever chosen truth
“I dare you too...”
>You search around the room for something
>You get an idea, and remove your phone
> “What’re you doing?”
“Hold up, the dare’s coming”
>The phone rings and a teenager picks up
> “H-hello this is pizza place, may I take your order?”
“Two large pizzas, meat lovers”
> “That’ll be $16.23, sir. Where’s your address?”
>You give him it and hang up the phone
> “What the fuck was that about?”
>Dash says and takes a swig of her bottle
“I dare you to kiss the delivery boy”
>She chokes on some beer and turns to you
>You start laughing hard
> “Whatever, you gotta do dare now because that sucks”
>You shrug, the grin still on your face
“Sure, what is your wish, mistress?”
>You do a fake bow
>Right as she swings her sock-covered feet in your face
>You snap back up
> “One foot massage, chiropractor boy”
>You sigh a heavy sigh as you remove her socks
>You remember telling her last summer about going to that chiropractic camp
>You remember asking to practice on her feet
>A wave of nausea takes you as you remember all the time
> “Sorry anon, soccer practice”
> “Sorry anon, went for a run earlier”
> “Sorry anon, rugby was tough today”
>You shudder, remembering all those foot rubs
>She loved making you do them too
“ugh, fine.”
> “Relax man, I washed them today and haven’t done anything too rough”
>As you remove her socks you flinch
>After a few seconds of no smell you open your eyes
>Dash rolls hers
> “They’re not THAT bad”
>You stare at her
> “Just shut up and get to work”
>You silently thank the cleanliness of her feet as you begin to rub them
>The azure flesh is rough and calloused in your hands
>She never took good care of her feet, but today she must have
“Why the clean feet?”
> “A girl can’t have clean feet?”
“You’re a girl?”
> “Shut up, today is day I wash my feet”
“What, it’s been a year already?”
>She bops your head with her non-massaged foot
> “Shut up, and keep working those fingers”
>You both laugh and you do as she says
>After a few minutes of thoughtless but practiced massaging you hear a ring
>You turn your head to the door
“Oh the pizza is here”
>You get a big grin
“And the pizza boy...”
>You look back up to rainbow as you set her foot down
>She puts on a scowl and starts muttering under her breath
> “Fine, but I better NOT hear about this from someone else!”
“Agreed, this is just for my eyes only”
>She looks back to you and cocks an eyebrow
“Just go”
>She sighs and stands up
>You hand her a twenty and move next to the door
>She gives a deep breath and opens the door
>A massive blush comes to her face
“That’ll be $16.23, ma’am”
>Said the delivery boy
>Who was actually a small red headed delivery GIRL
>Dash shakingly hands her the twenty
> “H-here, and, uh...”
>Dash balls up her fists
> “...Dammit, sorry about this!”
> She grabs the poor girl’s head and pulls her to her face
>The pizza girl’s eyes go wide from beneath their glasses
>After a second of intense making out, Dash pulls away
> “I’m so sorry about that, goodbye!”
> The girl just blushes, agape at what happened
>Dash slams the door into her shocked face
>You laugh uproariously as Rainbow blushes too
>She punches your shoulder hard
> “Jerk, I’ll get you for that!”
“It was worth it”
>You laugh some more as you both return to your seats on the couch
“Right, so truth or-”
“Hey! It’s my turn!”
>Dash looks at you sarcastically
> “That last one was unfair, I get two turns”
>You smile and grab a beer for you and her.
“What’d she taste like?”
> “Shut up, so, truth or dare?”
>You mull it over in your head
>You bet it’s safer to say dare or she might get angry
>Dash plus alcohol plus anon plus anger means bad time for anon
>You hate to admit, but she could make you hurt
“Alright, dare. Go ahead, get it out of your system”
>Dash gets an evil grin on her face
> “Good, I dare you to run around the house without your shirt on”
>God dammit
>Not that you had a gut belly or anything, but you never liked taking your shirt off
>You always felt awkward with your nips exposed
“Really Dash? Nothing else I can do?”
>You put on a convincing smile
> “Well, you could kiss each of my toes”
>Dash lifted up the azure piglets to your face
>You hated those feet
>They were mocking your manhood
“FINE!”
>You stand up and start to take your shirt off
> “Woah, you’re really gonna do it?”
>Dash was eyeing your chest up and down expectantly
“Yeah, did you expect anything else?”
>You felt alpha and proud
> “Yeah, I thought you’d wuss out and kiss my toes ‘cause you’re scared of people seeing you nipples”
>You no longer felt very alpha
“I am not”
>Dash cocks an eyebrow
“Shut up”
>You take your shirt off from the bottom
>Looking down at your nude chest you take a deep breath
> “Where are your abs, dude?”
>You look at dash pointing to flat stomach
“I don’t have them, that might be why”
> “Ha! I got more abs than you!”
>You sigh heavily
>Like you didn’t know that
> “What don’t believe me?”
>What?
>You turn to see Dash lifting her shirt off
“Dash...!”
>Removing her shirt you see her white undershirt
>Oh shit that was close
> “What? Did you think I forgot you were a dude or something?”
“I thought you might have forgotten you were girl”
>Dash glares at you then rolls her eyes
> “You have a girl’s stomach, anon”
“And you have a man’s stomach!”
> “You know I do!”
>Shit, right.
>She was super proud of her abs
>She lifts her undershirt to just beneath her boobs
>And begins to point happily to her stomach
>The blue skin was marked with slight but evident ripples
>They were only there if she was flexing
>Which seemed like every time she had her shirt off
>She liked to show them to you
> “For motivation!”
>You knew she just liked showing off
>After a slap or two she puts it back down
>She puts a cool hand on your back and pushes
> “Come on, scaredy nips”
“Don’t call me that, she-hulk”
>She laughs
> “Flattery will get you nowhere, now get running!”
>She slaps your back quickly two times
>The cool air rushes over your chest as you do a lap around your house
>You lived in a small neighborhood, but had neighbors on all sides
>Good thing you had a decent wooden fence
>You are forced to notice the length of a lap around your house
>Before long it’s over as you approach Dash.
>You slow down and return to standing near her.
> “Nice time for someone who’s not in any sports”
“Is that a compliment?”
>She shrugs with a grin
>She moves into the doorway, letting you pass
“Right, now that you had your fun, can I go?”
> “Yeah, yeah, go ahead”
>You two grab your beers and take a drink
“Right, so, truth or dare?”
> “Dare, duh”
>You think of one while taking another swig
>The best idea pops into your head.
“Hold up, I got a good one”
> “Where are you going?”
>You take a quick drink and set your beer down
>Getting up you dash off to your room
>Searching under your bed you find the box
>A very special box a certain she-devil had given you
>You see, you had, in this box, a weapon
>A very powerful thing it was, to those who knew of it
>Those being you, and Dash
>Dash was the one who had made it
>She thought you had destroyed it in the fires of your grill
>This was not quite true
>It was actually an outright lie
>You knew you had to keep this
>And today, here and now, give it it’s moment to fulfill it’s purpose.
>you took the box back to the living room
>Dash looked at the box with curiosity
> “What’s that?”
“Oh this?”
>You hold up the box
>A mirror would have shown you a dumbass grin
> “Yeah, dumbass, what’s my dare?”
>You slowly open the box revealing it’s contents to Dash
>Goosebumps filled her blue skin
> “No no no no no, absolutely NOT. You actually kept it?!”
>Dash pulled back from you
>You toss your head back in powerful laughter that filled the room
>This was your glorious moment
>The time to get revenge
>And the item to do it was, ironically, made by those hands pushing it away
>You loom further in towards Dash
>She shook her head again and again
> “Not fair anon! I only did that once!”
“Yes, but I never got pictures!”
>She stopped her head to show her widening eyes
> “No way, choose something else”
>She crossed her arms and closed her eyes
>you weren’t falling for it
“Nope, you made me face a fear of mine, now you get to”
>She put on a pout and looked at you
> “Isn’t there ANYTHING else I can do
>You smile
“There is nothing I’d rather want”
>You narrow your eyes and she glares
>After a few seconds her blushing face swiveled fast away.
> “Fine, only one picture, no more and if you tell anyone, You’re fucking DEAD.”
>She slid a finger across her throat to emphasise it
>She probably would too, assuming you knew her well enough
“Here you go, get ready for your big show”
>You grin as you fake curtsey
>She slaps the back of your gloating head and snatches away the box
>You return to the couch and drink a celebratory drink
>You hear a few grunts from Rainbow in the bathroom
>You remember fondly that cold night, last year
>It was a wondrous that marked your teenagerhood
>Dash had had a couple drinks before showing you
>She would have had to, doing something like that.
>A slow creak of the door reopening announced your dare
>A smile creeped over your face as you watched the hallway for her
>Your hand moved silently towards your phone
>Dash’s head poked around the corner
> “A-are you ready?”
>She was embarrassed as shit
>It was a bit weird seeing her like that
>She was always so full of herself
>And here she stands
>Utterly shaken
>It made your revenge all the sweeter.
“Ready when you are, Miss Dash”
>You raise your phone
>She sighs and takes her head back
>You hear further rustling of fabric before she stepped out
>You take your time as you compare last year’s image with this one
>She still had those large white shoes
>She was about of your size in shoe, so she could fit in them easily
>Moving up, silken straps outline the fine azure flesh of Dash’s thighs
>All the way up to her VERY short pink mini-skirt
>It had some slight ruffles, but was made of a loose fabric
>For comfort of the wearer
>Moving up, one could see the top of Dash’s groin
>As the eyes move up, you notice her fine abs
>The same ones she proudly showed off earlier
>She now seemed off put by their exposure
>She held her arms, covered in white fabric bearing the mark of healers
>Or more specifically, nurses
>The smooth white fabric did little for modesty, save for in the arms
>It covered them loosely as the fabric hung off her arms
>The cloth lost this characteristic towards the chest
>Rainbow had a modest bust
>You heard her once say she was a C-cup to another girl
>She said this while moving towards the girl with violent intent
>She had called her a surfboard for wearing a sport’s bra
>You held no such beliefs towards your friend’s chest
>The costume was not made for one to wear a bra in it
>Dash was, fortunately for you and unfortunately for her, she was aware of this
>The toned muscles of her chest helped keep her fun bags quite perky.
>This showed well, and was enhanced by her crossed arms holding them up
>The low cut revealed a good R-rated film’s worth of cleavage
>Then, the crowning piece, rest atop the maiden’s head.
>A small nurse’s cap of white with red text
>The text read, “Ready for your checkup”
>You lean back and cross your legs
>This was the proper pose
>The pose of someone who has succeeded in their revenge
> “Got a hardon already? Really?”
“What?”
>Oh right, the legs
“No, just drinking in my victory”
>You grin as proof of your gloating
>Dash rolls her eyes
> “Right, I bet this is the reason you kept this”
>Shifting her position, she was unaware of her new pose
>She moved her hand to her hip
>She was clearly unaware of the sexiness of her stance
>You held up your phone and shook it to get her attention
“Now I need a picture”
>She blushed and folded her arms again
> “Do you really need MORE fap material?”
>She thrust a finger in the direction of your room
> “Like that shit isn’t filled with porn already”
“What was that you said earlier? ‘Flattery will get you nowhere’?”
>She glared at your
“Now, try to look sexy”
>Dash didn’t move an inch
“Fine, pushed up boobs it is”
>You snapped the picture as you said this
> “W-wait! I wasn’t ready! re-do, re-do!”
>She moved towards your phone but you slid it back into your pocket
>You place your hand on your heart as she stops
“I swear on your midriff, I will not show another soul that image”
>She glares at you for a second, judging your sincerity
>A few seconds of silence pass between you two
>With a sigh, Dash flops down on the couch
> “I believe you”
“Aw, thanks Da-”
> “Besides, I could fucking kill you otherwise”
>With muscles like hers?
>She might actually be able to do it
“Yeah, thanks a whole lot Dash”
> “Yep”
>She takes a long drink of her beer, finishing it off
>You two silently drink away a couple minutes
>You open your mouth to speak, but are silenced by Dash
>More drinking with the sexy nurse
>You swear you had seen this somewhere before
>Dash stretched her arms up, pulling the small top near off of her
>Oh right, now you remembered
>You avert your eyes before she sees you eyeing her
>She was just your bud, but that doesn’t mean she didn’t have a rack on her
>You return your focus to the beer in your hand
>Which you now realised was empty
>You set in the container and find a new one
> “Okay, I’m ready now. Truth or dare?”
>Now you remember that the girl next to you was Dash
>More specifically, an obviously pissed off Dash
>You mull over in your head which choice was the lesser risk
“...Truth?”
> “Did you know that it’s possible I will kill you if you don’t pick dare?”
>Yep she’s pissed alright
“No, mind if I pick dare?”
>You put on a fake smile towards her
>She maintains her focused glare
> “I dare you to take your shirt off and don’t put it back on for the day”
>She maintained that same piercing gaze
>Was keeping your shirt on worth death?
>...
“Fine, no pictures”
> “One picture”
“One picture”
>God dammit, you didn’t even haggle?
>What you want us to die?
>Dash can, and has, kicked your ass
>You move to lift up your shirt
>It’s just Dash
>Not like anyone will see it or anything
>Yes, you can totally do this
>You move the shirt up your torso
>After you do so, you look to where Rainbow was sitting
>She had lost the glare, but was still reserved
“Gonna take that picture now?”
>She was eyeing your chest slowly
> “...no, not yet”
>Fuck that was ominous
>You toss the shirt into an open hamper
>It was slightly cooler in the room now
>Crossing your arms across your chest you turn back to Dash
>Who was smiling with her phone up
>She snapped the picture and slipped the phone away
“What changed your mind?”
>She points to your chest
> “Is it just me? or is it a bit nippy in here?”
>Hands to your goods
>Oh god no, hard nipples
>Hold up, this was a double edged sword
“I don’t know, you tell me!”
>You point to her shirt, small bumps appearing on it
>She gasped and moved one arm to her chest
>Her blushing face grew into a giant blush
> “Fuck off!”
>She swung a fist that connected to your jaw
> “Holy shit anon, are you okay?”
>She moved to your side and raised your head
>Beer bottles moved around you as you picked yourself up
> “God damn dude, I thought guys could take hits”
“I thought girls were supposed to be women and not monsters”
>You rubbed your sore cheek as you get back on the couch
>You start to down a beer to drown out the pain
> “Well, stop fucking around and give me another dare”
>Could she really not wait a minute?
“Fine, truth or dare?”
>Dash thinks for a moment
> “Truth, I guess”
>Oh great, now she chickens out
>Right when you could get your-
>Wait a minute
>Another genius idea comes to your rattled brain
“You sure about that?”
>She looks you up and down
> “Yeah, what could you possibly ask?”
>Oh she had NO idea
“Alright but you asked for it”
>You lean in, pausing for brief dramatic period
>Dash begins to move her eyes about, unsure of her choice
>You smile like a spider with a fly
“Have you ever...”
>Pause for dramatic effect
>Let her dangle a bit
“...masterbated?”
> “...yeah, obviously”
>You laughed and pointed to her blushing face
>Which wasn’t blushing at all
“Wait, what?”
>She cocks an eyebrow at you as she takes another swig
> “Of course I’ve fucking masterbated, idiot”
>She shakes her head
> “What a waste of a turn”
“Sorry I thought you might have had some modesty about it or something”
>You fall back and take another drink
“Thought you were a girl for a sec there”
>She punches your arm lightly
> “Shut up”
“Can I at least get another question seemings how you answered that one so fast?’
>She thinks for a second as she drinks
> “I don’t see why not”
>Now was your second chance
>You think carefully for the right question to ask
>After a bit one comes to you
“Do you actually like cosplaying?”
>She spits up a bit of beer
>That gets her? She’s embarrassed by THAT?
> “Sh-shut up, so what if I do?”
>She blushes and glares at you again
“Oh come on, you’re embarrassed by THIS?”
>You gesture to her outfit in general
>She crosses her legs and folds her arms
> “It’s different when it’s you”
>What the hell does that mean?
“Why is that?”
>She turns to you, her blush starting to fade
>Her nose was turning a pink hue from the beer however
> “I mean that shaking your ass for strangers is not the same as for friends”
“You would shake your ass for me?”
>Wrong move anon
>She was tipsy, not fucking drunk
>Same shout, same fist, same apology
>Learn to keep your fucking mouth SHUT anon, jesus
>Left yourself that little mental note
“Alright, alright, now you ask”
>You rubbed your now even more sore cheek
> “Okay, truth or dare?”
>What did you have to lose, your soul?
“Dare”
> “Dare?”
“Did I stutter?”
>She gave you a ‘do we really have to do that again?’ look
“...Sorry”
>It’s not like you were a beta or anything
>Bitch was just a fucking velociraptor
>She retracted her look and leaned back
> “I dare you to...”
>She tapped a finger on her chin
>Then took a drink
>Then resumed her tapping
>All the while you waited
>After a while she sat up and snapped her fingers
> “Got it! I dare you to give me a back massage!”
>What?
“What? Another massage?”
> “Well shit, I don’t know what else you can do”
>She falls back thinking once more
>Then it hits you
>She might come up with something far worse than a back massage
>Better get while the gettin's good
“Wait, I’ll do that one”
>Dash stops to look at you
> “Hm? Oh, sure, whatever”
>You sigh with relief
“Right, so lie on your back”
>She finishes off her drink and does as you ask
>You move up to the couch and position yourself correctly
>You place your hands on Dash’s warm back
>She shivers at your touch
> “God damn anon, your hands are cold!”
“You want me to stop?”
> “No, just warms your fucking hands first”
>Well well aren’t we miss prissy today?
>You quickly rub your hands together
>After a few seconds they felt warm enough
>You place your hands back on Dash’s covered shoulders
“Better, you big baby?”
> “Much better, now chop chop”
>You begin to move your hands around rhythmically
>Slow, light circles around the shoulder blades
>After a few passes, you feel the muscles relax slightly
>You move down to her sides and feel along her back
>Then you begin to roll your hands down her muscles
>You can feel them release tension after a few minutes of stroking
>Then you move onto her spine, which seemed healthy enough
>You decide to give it a quick feeling along with your thumbs anyway
>Starting from the top, you work your way down her vertebrae
>You start to reach her lower back when Rainbow chimes in
> “Exactly how far south are those hands going, anon?”
>You were nowhere near her ass
>Could she be more fucking paranoid?
“Only as far as you’ll let them, it’s your massage Dash”
>She adjusts her head to the other side of her pillow
> “Good, then keep going”
>Weirdo
“Will do, not like I’ve done this in practice a dozen times or anything”
>She taps your back roughly with the heel of her right foot
> “Don’t be a smart ass”
>With a heavy sigh you continue your work
>You swear she seems tenser now
>At your touch, however, she loosens up again
>All the stress from those exams seems bundled up
>That plus all those sports mean real tense muscles
>Being a true tomboy, Dash probably never got massages either
>She was always really off put by others touching her body
>Yet she seemed into it right now
>Maybe she WAS drunk
>Or maybe all this tension was building up
>She had always been shit at academics
>Maybe she was worked up about tryouts next-
> “Enjoying the view?”
“What?”
> “You’ve been rubbing the same spot for a minute solid
>You look down to see she’s right
“Uh, sorry about that”
>You move back up her back with reversed hand motions
>You realize that without thinking it was real quiet
“So...how’d exams go?”
>Dash tensed up a bit
>Crap, might have hit a raw nerve there
> “Fine. I mean, I passed anyway”
“That’s good”
>Silence once more
> “So...how’d yours go?”
>You had taken some easy classes for that semester
>All B’s and A’s
“You know, same old same old”
>Another tense
> “So you got flying colors?”
“Nothing too special”
>She was oddly quiet
>Normally, she could care less about grades
>Why was today different
>Reaching the neck, you lean over to rub the muscles there
>She was a lithe girl, so they weren’t that thick
>Still, her being Dash and all, they were strong
> “Anon, what are you doing over the summer?”
>What kind of question is that?
“Nothing special, no vacations or anything”
>She moved her head again and let out a relaxed sigh
> “Good, same here”
>You finished up on her back and decided to move down again
>Sliding your hands over the white fabric, you felt for the back of Dash’s pecs
>They would be pretty tough, by your estimates
>After a few seconds of searching you found some rough flesh and began to massage there
>Dash let out a gasp
> “Umm...Anon?”
“What, your pecs sore from something?”
> “Those aren’t my pecs, idiot”
>What the hell where they then?
>You look to see where your absent hands rested
>You were rubbing some perky side boobs
>You jerk your hands away in fear of being hit
“Shit Dash, I’m so sorry!”
>You close your eyes waiting for the blow
>It didn’t come
> “Just get back to the massage dumbass”
>This was weird
>Dash once broke Norman’s nose for falling into her chest
>That was an accident
>She must be drunk as hell
“You’re not mad or anything?”
>God dammit, you just had to push your luck, huh?
> “No, your just doing what I said”
>Whatever you say as long as I don’t get my ass kicked
>It’s weird though
>Usually Dash is a hard core dude bro
>She was acting pretty...What’s the word?
>Feminine? Submissive?
>No, Dash was a hell of a lot of things, but she wasn’t a pansy
>She’d reminded you of that twice today
>You place one hand on the sore cheek by reflex
> “Hey anon?”
>Dash talking snapped you out of your trance
“Yeah, Rainbow?”
>She seemed to hesitate
>That was really un-Dash like
>You now remembered how un-Dash she’s been acting
>First the costume, then the punches and all the punches...
> “...Can you promise me something?”
>A promise?
>You had a general rule to not make promises while drunk
>But this was Dash, what she wants can’t be that bad
“Sure Dash, what is it?”
>Her blue flesh flexed under your soft grip
> “When you go away to whatever college you end up going to-”
>She turned her head
>She was tipsy alright, her nose was a deep shade of navy blue
> “-Promise to call every day”
>Damn, she was being real sentimental here
>Dash once said ‘emotions were for faggots’
“Dash, I’m not going to college for another year at least”
>She was not one to get worried over this kind of stuff
>Meanwhile you moved your hands farther down
>You resumed your earlier thumb rubbing of her lower spine area
> “I know, it’s just that with my grades being so far from yours i jus-”
>She stopped
“Dash, are you crying?”
>She put her head into the pillow and hit your back
> “No, you idiot”
>She mumbled from the pillow
>You now knew the word she was right now
>She was being vulnerable
“Rainbow? I’m going to go to a local college”
>Pulling her head up she sighed
> “Oh shut up, I know your going to some big fancy college”
“Trust me Dash”
>You placed your right hand on her right shoulder
>She turns to look at you with puffy eyes, which admittedly had no tear anymore
“I’m staying right here”
>She looked away
> “Anon, don’t ruin your education on my account”
>You started laughing
>She just glared, causing you to stop
“Dash, I’m no fucking genius”
>She looked at you with a softer stare
“I’m just an idiot”
>You smiled at her
>She did the same and blushed slightly
> “So you’ll stay here?”
“Yeah, tuition already costs a lot, I’m not gonna add room cost to that”
>She put her head back down and sighed again
>Her back finally relaxed in your hand
> “Yeah, makes sense”
>You go back to your massaging
>You returned to smoothing out the azure flesh of her open midriff
> “Anon? I’m sorry about hitting you”
>She sounded pretty sincere, which was a real shock
“It was my fault Dash”
>She chuckled a bit
> “Yeah, I guess you’re right”
>That sounded more like Dash
>You shifted down the couch a bit
>Slowly, you work your hands down Dash’s blue skin
>Until you hit her very small pink mini skirt
>You wouldn’t tell her in a million years
>But she looked pretty damn hot in skirts
>Especially ones which showed off her pink panties like that
>Wait a minute...
>Gears click in your head as you drink in the image
>Panties. DASH’S panties. Dash’s PINK panties
> “Anon? Why’d you stop?”
>Quick, cover Dash’s ass!
>You mean, your ass!
“Uh, just working out where to start”
>You snap your eyes away to her right calf
>Still sexy, but not AS sexy
>Close enough
>And so you begin to rub there
>The tough flesh yields to your touch
>That was close
>You find a rhythm to your kneading
>Leaving your hands to your subconscious, you return your eye to the skirt
>Or more specifically, what was beneath it
>You always had guessed she wore boxers or briefs
>Not something this girlish at least
>Maybe even just commando
>Nope don’t even think about commando Dash
>Under no circumstances picture your friend’s vagina peeking out at you
>Don’t even dream of her soft and pink pussy glow before you
>God dammit, stop it brain
>You got a boner at this point
>Just think of something unsexy
>A manta or something....
>Got it
>In brightest day,
>In blackest night,
>No evil shall escape my sight,
>let all who worship evil’s might,
>Dash would look sexy as hell in a skin tight suit
>Dammit boner, stop attempting to defy
>You are the one in control here!
>Shit, your hands
>You move your hands to the other calf
>You hadn't noticed of the other one but her legs were cold
>A combination of poor circulation and and short skirt
>You begin to caress the calf into warmth
>Right, so you try to face this with logic
>Dash is wearing panties, but why?
>Was she dressing up for some reason?
>Was she doing it for you?
>Just stop, anon, stop
>And then it hit you, the simplest answer in the world
>It was so obvious now, why she was wearing them
>She was a fucking girl
>You made this realization at a rather poor time
>It was time to massage the gluteus maximus
>In layman's terms, her fine ass
>Now comes the dreaded question
>You see, in training, we used mannequins
>Mannequins which could not slap your shit
>But, fuck it, you were drunk enough to go for it
“Dash-”
>You take a gulp as you prepare for the reaction
> “Yeah anon?”
>Aw shit, that voice was just another reminder she was female
>A very attractive and provocatively dressed female
>Oh yeah, she was also the captain of several sports teams
>Which means not only was she sexy, but also could kick your ass
>You were drunk enough for this
“Can you lift up your skirt a bit? Only if you still want me to massage there”
>Smooth...easy...
>She was quiet
>Oh god you were gonna die
> “Eh, fuck it, sure. Ass has been sore lately”
>You slowly unflinch your body with open eyes
>You see quite a sight to behold
>Small but firm hands grab the pink fabric and lifts
>Damn it all if that isn’t the most beautiful thing in the world
>A small gasp of awe escapes your lips
>You knew dash had some nice assets, but not this nice
>It was firm from all of her workouts
>But it was supple and soft from all her junk food and beer
“Holy hell”
>Aw fuck
>That was out loud wasn’t it
>Well, at least you got to see heaven on Earth first
> “What was that anon?”
>Well time to try and save yourself
“Nothing, it’s nothing”
> “No, you said ‘holy hell’, what is it?”
>She picks herself up to look at you
>So this is the danger zone you’d heard about
>Well, maybe if you come clean she’ll be quick about it
“I was just shocked by the sight of your wonderful ass”
>Too far, abort! ABORT!
“I mean, your ass”
>She looked at you with those big magenta eyes of hers
> “Oh, no need to lie man”
>Oh cool no death blo-
>Wait, what?
“What do you mean, ‘lie’?”
>She settles herself back down on the pillow
> “I mean, there’s no way my ass is THAT good”
>Gears click as you try to comprehend the statement
“Are you for fucking real right now?”
>Dash was an arrogant bitch, who was this?
> “Yeah, what do you mean?”
>She turns to look back at you
>You gesture wildly to her wondrous blue rear
“You’re not arrogant as shit about this seventh wonder?!”
>Not even on a compliment level, this was just common sense
>Like if Leonardo Da Vinci had said ‘this thing I painted is shit’
>She blushed and laid back down, jiggling her ass a little
> “Oh shut up, it’s not THAT good”
>Of all the parts of Dash she was the promoter of,
>She chose to neglect one of her best features?
“Dash,”
>Should you be saying this brain?
>Your friend was being out of character, yes you should
>You were complimenting her ass
>She has this wall of confidence built up to keep others out
>You were now staring at her ass
>She’s really insecure deep down, so she builds herself up
>YOU ARE STARING AT HER ASS IN SILENCE
>And you’ve just let her stew all these years
>YOU’RE TALKING ABOUT DASH’S ASS
>You feel like you wanted to just cuddle up with her
>Oh for the love of god, SPEAK ALREADY
“Dash, this is the finest butt out of all the butts”
>She put her head face down
> “S-shut up anon”
>You do so, not wanting to push her
>After a few seconds of quiet, she moves her head back
> “...when a girl says that it means keep going, dumbass”
>Oh fuck, you could write an essay about her ass
>You could write an essay ON her ass, to be honest
“Well, uh, it’s just so...”
>You shake your hands trying to come up with something
>This was harder than your dick
>Fuck that sounded dumb, you felt bad for just thinking it
> “Well...?”
“Hold on I’m thinking about how to put it into...”
>A booze fueled idea came to your head
“Hold on, I got something”
>You rest your heads on Dash’s rear
>Your originally cold hands had been made by Dash’s body heat
>You started to slowly knead the flesh in the area in small circles
>Dash started to protest but was stopped by your movements
>Your hands skillfully soothed the muscles
>You could feel all the tensions of Dash’s life bleed through your fingers
>You became absorbed in your labour
>Taking your time, adding length or time to each revolution
>You licked your lips in focus of your handiwork
>No longer were you concerned with earthly woes or worries
>You had the pink pantie clad and soft blue flesh of Dash’s ass
>And it was all that you needed in that moment
>A low and long moan from Dash’s showed the fruits of your efforts
>You smiled as you began to taper off your work
>Letting the sensation of Dash’s own concerns flowing out take you
> “Holy hell, anon...”
>Dash was able to only loosely breathe out that statement
“How’s that for a massage?”
>You lean back over Dash’s warm and scantily clad body
>You listen to her relaxed body struggle to utter a response
>Slowly, but surely, her form regained life as she spoke
> “Best. Massage. Ever.”
>She rolled over from in-between you legs
>Placing her hands behind her head she settled on her back
>She locked eyes with you
>You stared into those big magenta eyes
“So, Dash, truth or dare?”
>She narrowed her eyes on yours
> “You still want to play that game?”
>She folded her arms across her chest
>You easily noticed that this pushed her breasts up
>They looked perfect, all pushed up
>They looked like they wanted to fly out of that tight fabric
>You returned your focus to her mocking face
>She had caught you staring
>How could she not?
>You decided to press the question
“I think it would be more fun if we kept playing”
>She got a smile on her face
>You knew that smile well
>She always wore it when she was getting ready for a match
>It meant she was ready for action
> “How about truth?”
“Only if you promise to do the same”
>She softened her look
> “Deal. What’s your question?”
>You thought for a moment
>A question had been itching at you for a minute now
“How long have you been into me?”
>She blushed and looked away
> “I don’t know...”
“Come on, be honest.”
>She squirmed a bit beneath you
>You decided to go back to a sitting position
>She pushed away in the freedom.
> “Well, tonight, I guess”
>Ah hell, did you just take advantage of Dash?
“Like, tonight tonight? As in influenced by alcohol?”
>She scoffed and sat up
> “No dumbass, I mean I realised it tonight”
“Dressing as a sexy nurse and getting drunk on the couch showed you that you were into me?”
>It sounded even crazier coming out of your mouth
> “No I just-”
>She stopped herself and thought for a second
> “Fuck, that makes me sound like an idiot”
>She sat back as you did too
>Both of you opened new beers
“Maybe we're both idiots, it would explain why we’re playing truth or dare”
> “Playing? So it’s my turn?”
>You turn to see her looking at you
“Sure, let me wait a bit”
>You take a thinking sip
>Then a few bravery sips
“Alright, shoot your question”
>She shined that ‘I got you now’ smile
> “Alright, What’s you favorite part of my body?”
>Of course she’d ask that
>Now Dash had a fine body with many great parts
>She was incredibly set in T&A department as well
>You were a thinking man, however
>You knew Dash would love to hear you say her eyes
>However, you were also a pretty tipsy man
>So this rather pathetic phrase came out:
“Well, I’m personally more of a tits man, even though your ass is beyond great”
>You were filled with fear as the words left your mouth
>At least, you would have, had you not been the appropriate level of drunk to say them
> “Huh, so you’re more of a tits man?”
>She took that rather well
“Yeah, I guess. I got nothing against asses though.”
>She stretched her arms, pushing out her chest
>Of course you had to take a look
>She laughed as she noticed this
>Then you remembered the game
“Alright Dash, truth or dare?”
>She finishes laughing with a drink
> “Dare, give me something good”
>You had something good
“I dare you to take off your top”
>You locked eyes with her
>She was giving you that competitive look
“Or are you chicken?”
>That set the fire in her eyes
> “You are so on”
>She quickly grabbed the bottom of the short shirt
>Even though her midriff was already exposed, it was tense
>In a flash her top was off
>She flung the discarded cloth at you
>You couldn’t help but stare at them
>Like the sirens of old, they called out to you
>Their soft flesh shook slightly from her breath and movements
>Time slowed down as you became enraptured
>You stared at every facet of those beautiful gems
>They should have sent a poet
>You audibly shared your thoughts on the manner
“Holy hell Dash”
>Just as elegant as it sounded in your head
> “Like what you see, huh?”
>She pushed them up slightly and shook them left and right
>You had to snap out of this trance or you’d be there forever
“I’ve known you for two whole years Dash”
>You snapped your eyes away from the twin wonders before you
“How have I only seen these now?”
> “Well I don’t show the girls off”
>She relaxed and let out a sigh
> “Typically people think I’m just a dude”
>She takes another swig of her beer
>Her tits were resting down on her chest in a peaceful way
> “They treat me like I’m just another one of the guys”
>She thrust her arms in the air and turned to you
>Her tits jiggled as her torso twisted to meet you
> “You know that you’re the first guy to compliment my tits? EVER?”
>Looking at them move like that it was hard to believe
“Well you always seemed like a bro, but I always thought you were hot”
> She crossed her arms
> “Oh, come on, You only noticed me because of this outfit”
>She picked up the hem of her miniskirt
>You could totally see her panties again
>Best not to mention it, you thought as you sipped your beer
>You set it down on the table as Dash looks at you
“Someone with your looks? I thought you hooked up with guys all the time”
>She flopped back on the couch
>More jiggling wonders for your eyes
> “Nah, I always just scare guys off”
“Dash, I hate to say this, but it’s sort of your fault”
>She scoffed at you and looked away
> “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Well, you come off as threatening and...”
>You paused as she looked at you with a glare
“...well, boyish. And scary”
>She sighed in defeat and turned her head back
> “Maybe you’re right, but how can I come off as more...girly?”
>You were busy watching her hands
>One, her left one, was resting on her midriff
>Her right was scratching her right breast
>It moved with each motion across it
> “anon? ANON!”
“Huh? What?”
>She sat up again and looked back at you
> “Were you staring at my tits again?”
“Oh jeez I’m sorry, it’s just they’re all in my face with their jiggling”
>You tore your eyes away from them once again and looked her in the eyes
> “Well, you’re the first guy to say so”
“Really?!”
>She looked at you with one eyebrow raised
> “Yeah, why?”
“But they’re so...”
>You were at a loss for words
“They’re amazing”
>She blushed and turned away
>You flopped back same as her
“For what it’s worth Dash, I think you look great”
>She turns to look at you
>You give her a comforting smile
>She returns it and chuckles
> “And all’s it took was getting naked”
>You laugh as well
“Well you’re not completely naked, you still have your bottom”
>You just had to push your luck, huh?
>Well, she was drunk enough to not take offense to it
> “I’m not THAT drunk anon”
>She smirked as she reached for her bottle
> “At least...not yet”
>She took another drink then set it back down
> “Okay, truth or dare?”
>Well what was there left to lose?
“Dare”
>She took a drink as she thought of one
> “Alright, I dare you to take your pants off”
>She eye’d your legs and crotch
>You could feel her gaze move up and down their length
>Just then you realized something
>You were still hard from the massage
>Dash’s tits were not really helping
>You couldn’t stay mad at them though, they were just that good
“Can’t wait to get my pants off, huh?”
> “Oh, what happened to mister confidence? The guy who was squeezing my ass a couple minutes ago?”
>You thought about that too
>Maybe he could do this for you
“Fine, hold on”
>You stand up and set to work on your jeans
>After you unbutton them, you undo your fly
>Letting your pants slide down you sit back down on the couch
>You kick them off letting your nude legs hang free
>You rest your hands on your crotch, to hide the rebellious erection
> “Trying to hide something?”
>You turn to Dash, now leaning towards you
>She pointed to where your hands were resting
“So what if I am? You trying to sneak a peak?”
>She rolled her eyes in an exaggerated way
> “Hey, anon, you wanna squeeze um?”
>She lifted her breasts up towards you
>What a cruel, cruel temptress
“Like I’d fall for that one”
>She shrugged and fell back on the arm of the couch
> “Suit yourself, your turn”
“Alright, truth or-”
>You were caught off by what you were seeing
>Dash was playing with the hem of her mini-skirt
>As well as kneading her right breast
> “Something wrong, anon?”
>Like you said, cruel, cruel temptress
>You shook your head and focused on her eyes
>You stared into the black pits surrounded by magenta
“Truth or dare, Dash”
>She narrowed her eyes on yours
>You were both matched, stare for stare
> “Dare”
“I dare you to take of that mini-skirt”
>She cocked an eyebrow
> “That it?”
>You were shocked internally, yet remained your cool face
“Fine, you also gotta not make a sound for 5 minutes”
>She looked at you suspiciously
>She knew something else was up your sleeve
>Too bad for her, you really did this time
> “...okay”
>She stood up and put her thumbs through the fabric rim
>Slowly she pulled the fabric off, revealing her underwear
>The pink cloth looked just as you remembered it
>It was somehow even better when fully shown
>Like some forgotten statue, long mistreated
>Being at last put together in all it’s true beauty
>It was almost a shame to see Dash sit down on an ass that fine
>She sat down then gave you an impatient look
>Watching her not know your plan was almost as good as enacting it
>Almost, but not quite
>You shift a seat closer to dash and grab a beer
>You take a drink and exaggerate the taste with a sigh of refreshment
>You turn to face Dash
>She was eyeing you pensively
>Almost as if she was anxious of what was to come
“So, Dashie, is it cold in here?”
>You smiled a large dorky grin at her
>Her eyes flared at the use of the cutesy nickname
>You put a hand on her exposed thigh
>She snapped her head to look at the intrusive hand
>She glared at the hand as you began to caress the flesh
>She looked to you and opened her mouth
“Uh-uh Dashie, no sounds for 10 minutes left, remember?”
>She snapped closed her eyes
>You were surprised that she had not tried to resist you at all
>Yet
>You figure now was the time to enact the true purpose of your plan
“Dash, I know things have been rough for you”
>She looks at you with those big eyes
“But now that I know what you’re going through-”
>You slide your hand up a bit towards her crotch
>She blushed but didn’t break eye contact
“Just relax for a bit, and I can help you act more-”
>You reached your destination
>The pink cloth felt odd against your wandering hand
>The transition from skin to panty was rather quick
“-Femminne”
>She stared into your eyes as your hand started to move again
>Feeling for her vagina, your hand moved around slowly
>You notice her blush grow in intensity
“Just lie back and relax Dash, I got this”
>She raised an eyebrow of doubt
>She was saying ‘you’re a virgin dumbass’
“Just shut up and lie down, I know what I’m doing”
>She didn’t change her face
“I promise not to fuck with your vagina too much, fucking happy?”
>She maintained it for a sec before rolling her eyes
>She relaxed down and spread her legs a bit more
>Now the way to your goal was clear
>She didn’t react as you moved both your hands down her thighs

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>You are anon
>Just your regular bro
>same goes for your best bud, RD
>It may seem weird having a girl as your bud, but you were cool with it
>So was she
>It was summer vacation and you were just chilling on your couch
>phone rings
> “Hey anon, how’s your summer so far?”
“It’s been, like, a week RD”
> “I know, but I bored as shit”
>What, she got ADD or something?
“Alright, you want to hang out this weekend?”
> “Sure. Meet at your place?”
“Course’, you wanna bring the beer?”
> “Sure, I got a new brand you might want to try.”
“Alright, see you here”
> “See ya”
>you hang up the phone
>You check the clock on the wall
>about 5:45
>Should take dash about 15 minutes to get here
>She didn’t come over here a lot, but you knew where she lived.
>You two had been friends ever since she sat next to you on the bus.
>She saw you playing pokemon at you two hit it off
>You were never into it all that much, but dash had a soft spot for it
>Never told many people about because she was embarrassed by it.
>She only talked to you about it as you were playing
>That was about two years ago back when you guys were freshmen
>you were reminiscing about Dash when your dad came in.
>Wait, why were you thinking about dash so much?
>oh yeah, you hadn’t seen her since exams
>She was fucking terrified
>Shit, wait, your dad

“Hey dad, Dash is coming over”
> “Alright, don’t touch my car. I’m going out with the guys for a party so I’ll be home late.”
“And is mom still at the hospital?”
> “Yeah, she’s working the late shift”
“Again?”
> “She says it’s quieter”
>Your dad shrugged and moved up the stairs
>about 10 minutes later your dad left with his buddies
>Dash arrived about 5 minutes after that.
> “Sorry, had to find this stuff in our garage fridge. Your dad still here?”
>She hoisted up 2 cases of strange looking beer
“Nah, he left for a party. The house is all ours tonight”
>Dash got one of her stupid grins
> “All alone at last?”
>She tries to put a hand to her forehead but almost drops the beer
>you roll your eyes
>She always made that same joke every time.
“Just get in here”
> She laughed and walked in as you held the door.
>She moved to the couch and set the cases on the table
>Taking out a bottle opener she opened two and handed you one
“What kind of beer is this?”
>You looked at the label
>a picture of a smiling cow with blue spots filled the cover
> “It’s blueberry flavored beer”
“It’s what?”
> “Just try it you pussy”
>Dash took a swig of her own
>Whelp, carpe diem
>You take a quick swig of the strange liquor
>Oh my god
“Dash...this is the best beer I’ve ever had.”
>You take another drink, this time savoring the taste
> “Told ya so, I got it when I went up north”
>You take a seat on the couch and examine your bottle
>You return the smile of that strange blue cow

“So, besides amazing beer, how’s your summer so far?”
>She takes a swift drink before responding
> “Well, I passed my exams”
>The emphasis on “passed” made you worry
>You let it slide though
>Dash never liked to talk about that kind of stuff
“Good to hear”
>You take another drink
>A few more as you both get quiet for a bit

>Dash speaks up to break the silence
> “So, what do you want to do to pass the time
>You thought for a moment
>Nothing on T.V., you had checked while Dash was on her way
>No vidya worth playing
“No idea, you got any?”
>Dash put her hand on her chin
> “What about a game?”
“A game?”
> “Yeah, you know, truth or dare or something”
“Aren’t those for kids?”
>Dash held her beer with two fingers and shook it
> “Not with these they're not”
>you shrug, accepting your fate.
“So, truth or dare then?”
> “Right, truth or dare”
“Hey who said you went first?”
> “Oh, you wanna arm wrestle for it?”
>Dash flexed her right arm
>She was a rugby player as well as a soccer player
>She was also tougher than you
“That’s cheating, rock paper scissors?”
>She puts down her arm with a frown
> “Fine, big baby”

>1...
>2...
>Shoot!
>Fuck
“Fuck”
> “YES!”
>She won with rock to you scissors
>You almost went to object, but knew Dash would just win again
>If she got a lead on something, she almost never lost it
“Fine, truth”
> “Not drunk enough for dare?”
>You take a long drink of your beer as you finish it
“I’m getting there”
> “Same, so, you a virgin?”
>god dammit
“Straight to sex, huh?” 
>Dash laughs
> “You know me so well, anon”
“Fine, yes”
>You grumble a bit as you crack open a new beer
>You knew she already knew that
>She just loved teasing you about it

“Right, truth or dare Dashie”
>Rainbow glared at you
>She hated that nickname
>You thought it was cute
>Which is why Dash hated it
> “Dare”
>You wondered if Dash had ever chosen truth
“I dare you too...”
>You search around the room for something
>You get an idea, and remove your phone
> “What’re you doing?”
“Hold up, the dare’s coming”
>The phone rings and a teenager picks up
> “H-hello this is pizza place, may I take your order?”
“Two large pizzas, meat lovers”
> “That’ll be $16.23, sir. Where’s your address?”
>You give him it and hang up the phone
> “What the fuck was that about?”
>Dash says and takes a swig of her bottle
“I dare you to kiss the delivery boy”
>She chokes on some beer and turns to you
>You start laughing hard
> “Whatever, you gotta do dare now because that sucks”
>You shrug, the grin still on your face
“Sure, what is your wish, mistress?”
>You do a fake bow
>Right as she swings her sock-covered feet in your face
>You snap back up
> “One foot massage, chiropractor boy”
>You sigh a heavy sigh as you remove her socks
>You remember telling her last summer about going to that chiropractic camp
>You remember asking to practice on her feet
>A wave of nausea takes you as you remember all the time
> “Sorry anon, soccer practice”
> “Sorry anon, went for a run earlier”
> “Sorry anon, rugby was tough today”
>You shudder, remembering all those foot rubs
>She loved making you do them too

“ugh, fine.”
> “Relax man, I washed them today and haven’t done anything too rough”
>As you remove her socks you flinch
>After a few seconds of no smell you open your eyes
>Dash rolls hers
> “They’re not THAT bad”
>You stare at her
> “Just shut up and get to work”
>You silently thank the cleanliness of her feet as you begin to rub them
>The azure flesh is rough and calloused in your hands
>She never took good care of her feet, but today she must have
“Why the clean feet?”
> “A girl can’t have clean feet?”
“You’re a girl?”
> “Shut up, today is day I wash my feet”
“What, it’s been a year already?”
>She bops your head with her non-massaged foot
> “Shut up, and keep working those fingers”
>You both laugh and you do as she says
>After a few minutes of thoughtless but practiced massaging you hear a ring
>You turn your head to the door
“Oh the pizza is here”
>You get a big grin
“And the pizza boy...”
>You look back up to rainbow as you set her foot down
>She puts on a scowl and starts muttering under her breath
> “Fine, but I better NOT hear about this from someone else!”
“Agreed, this is just for my eyes only”
>She looks back to you and cocks an eyebrow
“Just go”
>She sighs and stands up
>You hand her a twenty and move next to the door
>She gives a deep breath and opens the door
>A massive blush comes to her face
“That’ll be $16.23, ma’am”
>Said the delivery boy
>Who was actually a small red headed delivery GIRL
>Dash shakingly hands her the twenty
> “H-here, and, uh...”
>Dash balls up her fists
> “...Dammit, sorry about this!”
> She grabs the poor girl’s head and pulls her to her face
>The pizza girl’s eyes go wide from beneath their glasses
>After a second of intense making out, Dash pulls away
> “I’m so sorry about that, goodbye!”
> The girl just blushes, agape at what happened
>Dash slams the door into her shocked face
>You laugh uproariously as Rainbow blushes too
>She punches your shoulder hard
> “Jerk, I’ll get you for that!”
“It was worth it”
>You laugh some more as you both return to your seats on the couch

“Right, so truth or-”
“Hey! It’s my turn!”
>Dash looks at you sarcastically
> “That last one was unfair, I get two turns”
>You smile and grab a beer for you and her.
“What’d she taste like?”
> “Shut up, so, truth or dare?”
>You mull it over in your head
>You bet it’s safer to say dare or she might get angry
>Dash plus alcohol plus anon plus anger means bad time for anon
>You hate to admit, but she could make you hurt
“Alright, dare. Go ahead, get it out of your system”
>Dash gets an evil grin on her face
> “Good, I dare you to run around the house without your shirt on”
>God dammit
>Not that you had a gut belly or anything, but you never liked taking your shirt off
>You always felt awkward with your nips exposed
“Really Dash? Nothing else I can do?”
>You put on a convincing smile
> “Well, you could kiss each of my toes”
>Dash lifted up the azure piglets to your face

>You hated those feet
>They were mocking your manhood
“FINE!”
>You stand up and start to take your shirt off
> “Woah, you’re really gonna do it?”
>Dash was eyeing your chest up and down expectantly
“Yeah, did you expect anything else?”
>You felt alpha and proud
> “Yeah, I thought you’d wuss out and kiss my toes ‘cause you’re scared of people seeing you nipples”
>You no longer felt very alpha
“I am not”
>Dash cocks an eyebrow
“Shut up”
>You take your shirt off from the bottom
>Looking down at your nude chest you take a deep breath
> “Where are your abs, dude?”
>You look at dash pointing to flat stomach
“I don’t have them, that might be why”
> “Ha! I got more abs than you!”
>You sigh heavily
>Like you didn’t know that
> “What don’t believe me?”
>What?
>You turn to see Dash lifting her shirt off
“Dash...!”
>Removing her shirt you see her white undershirt
>Oh shit that was close
> “What? Did you think I forgot you were a dude or something?”
“I thought you might have forgotten you were girl”
>Dash glares at you then rolls her eyes
> “You have a girl’s stomach, anon”
“And you have a man’s stomach!”
> “You know I do!”
>Shit, right.
>She was super proud of her abs
>She lifts her undershirt to just beneath her boobs
>And begins to point happily to her stomach
>The blue skin was marked with slight but evident ripples
>They were only there if she was flexing
>Which seemed like every time she had her shirt off
>She liked to show them to you
> “For motivation!”
>You knew she just liked showing off
>After a slap or two she puts it back down
>She puts a cool hand on your back and pushes
> “Come on, scaredy nips”
“Don’t call me that, she-hulk”
>She laughs
> “Flattery will get you nowhere, now get running!”
>She slaps your back quickly two times

>The cool air rushes over your chest as you do a lap around your house
>You lived in a small neighborhood, but had neighbors on all sides
>Good thing you had a decent wooden fence
>You are forced to notice the length of a lap around your house
>Before long it’s over as you approach Dash.
>You slow down and return to standing near her.
> “Nice time for someone who’s not in any sports”
“Is that a compliment?”
>She shrugs with a grin
>She moves into the doorway, letting you pass
“Right, now that you had your fun, can I go?”
> “Yeah, yeah, go ahead”
>You two grab your beers and take a drink
“Right, so, truth or dare?”
> “Dare, duh”
>You think of one while taking another swig
>The best idea pops into your head.
“Hold up, I got a good one”
> “Where are you going?”
>You take a quick drink and set your beer down
>Getting up you dash off to your room
>Searching under your bed you find the box
>A very special box a certain she-devil had given you
>You see, you had, in this box, a weapon
>A very powerful thing it was, to those who knew of it
>Those being you, and Dash
>Dash was the one who had made it
>She thought you had destroyed it in the fires of your grill
>This was not quite true
>It was actually an outright lie
>You knew you had to keep this
>And today, here and now, give it it’s moment to fulfill it’s purpose.
>you took the box back to the living room
>Dash looked at the box with curiosity
> “What’s that?”
“Oh this?”
>You hold up the box
>A mirror would have shown you a dumbass grin
> “Yeah, dumbass, what’s my dare?”
>You slowly open the box revealing it’s contents to Dash
>Goosebumps filled her blue skin
> “No no no no no, absolutely NOT. You actually kept it?!”
>Dash pulled back from you
>You toss your head back in powerful laughter that filled the room
>This was your glorious moment
>The time to get revenge
>And the item to do it was, ironically, made by those hands pushing it away

>You loom further in towards Dash
>She shook her head again and again
> “Not fair anon! I only did that once!”
“Yes, but I never got pictures!”
>She stopped her head to show her widening eyes
> “No way, choose something else”
>She crossed her arms and closed her eyes
>you weren’t falling for it
“Nope, you made me face a fear of mine, now you get to”
>She put on a pout and looked at you
> “Isn’t there ANYTHING else I can do 
>You smile
“There is nothing I’d rather want”
>You narrow your eyes and she glares
>After a few seconds her blushing face swiveled fast away.
> “Fine, only one picture, no more and if you tell anyone, You’re fucking DEAD.”
>She slid a finger across her throat to emphasise it
>She probably would too, assuming you knew her well enough
“Here you go, get ready for your big show”
>You grin as you fake curtsey
>She slaps the back of your gloating head and snatches away the box

>You return to the couch and drink a celebratory drink
>You hear a few grunts from Rainbow in the bathroom
>You remember fondly that cold night, last year
>It was a wondrous that marked your teenagerhood
>Dash had had a couple drinks before showing you
>She would have had to, doing something like that.
>A slow creak of the door reopening announced your dare
>A smile creeped over your face as you watched the hallway for her
>Your hand moved silently towards your phone
>Dash’s head poked around the corner
> “A-are you ready?”
>She was embarrassed as shit
>It was a bit weird seeing her like that
>She was always so full of herself
>And here she stands
>Utterly shaken
>It made your revenge all the sweeter.
“Ready when you are, Miss Dash”
>You raise your phone
>She sighs and takes her head back
>You hear further rustling of fabric before she stepped out
>You take your time as you compare last year’s image with this one
>She still had those large white shoes
>She was about of your size in shoe, so she could fit in them easily
>Moving up, silken straps outline the fine azure flesh of Dash’s thighs
>All the way up to her VERY short pink mini-skirt
>It had some slight ruffles, but was made of a loose fabric
>For comfort of the wearer
>Moving up, one could see the top of Dash’s groin
>As the eyes move up, you notice her fine abs
>The same ones she proudly showed off earlier
>She now seemed off put by their exposure
>She held her arms, covered in white fabric bearing the mark of healers
>Or more specifically, nurses
>The smooth white fabric did little for modesty, save for in the arms
>It covered them loosely as the fabric hung off her arms
>The cloth lost this characteristic towards the chest
>Rainbow had a modest bust
>You heard her once say she was a C-cup to another girl
>She said this while moving towards the girl with violent intent
>She had called her a surfboard for wearing a sport’s bra
>You held no such beliefs towards your friend’s chest
>The costume was not made for one to wear a bra in it
>Dash was, fortunately for you and unfortunately for her, she was aware of this
>The toned muscles of her chest helped keep her fun bags quite perky.
>This showed well, and was enhanced by her crossed arms holding them up
>The low cut revealed a good R-rated film’s worth of cleavage
>Then, the crowning piece, rest atop the maiden’s head.
>A small nurse’s cap of white with red text
>The text read, “Ready for your checkup”
>You lean back and cross your legs
>This was the proper pose
>The pose of someone who has succeeded in their revenge
> “Got a hardon already? Really?”
“What?”
>Oh right, the legs
“No, just drinking in my victory”
>You grin as proof of your gloating
>Dash rolls her eyes
> “Right, I bet this is the reason you kept this”
>Shifting her position, she was unaware of her new pose
>She moved her hand to her hip
>She was clearly unaware of the sexiness of her stance
>You held up your phone and shook it to get her attention
“Now I need a picture”
>She blushed and folded her arms again
> “Do you really need MORE fap material?”
>She thrust a finger in the direction of your room
> “Like that shit isn’t filled with porn already”
“What was that you said earlier? ‘Flattery will get you nowhere’?”
>She glared at your
“Now, try to look sexy”
>Dash didn’t move an inch
“Fine, pushed up boobs it is”
>You snapped the picture as you said this
> “W-wait! I wasn’t ready! re-do, re-do!”
>She moved towards your phone but you slid it back into your pocket
>You place your hand on your heart as she stops
“I swear on your midriff, I will not show another soul that image”
>She glares at you for a second, judging your sincerity
>A few seconds of silence pass between you two
>With a sigh, Dash flops down on the couch
> “I believe you”
“Aw, thanks Da-”
> “Besides, I could fucking kill you otherwise”
>With muscles like hers?
>She might actually be able to do it
“Yeah, thanks a whole lot Dash”
> “Yep”
>She takes a long drink of her beer, finishing it off

  >You two silently drink away a couple minutes
>You open your mouth to speak, but are silenced by Dash
>More drinking with the sexy nurse
>You swear you had seen this somewhere before
>Dash stretched her arms up, pulling the small top near off of her
>Oh right, now you remembered
>You avert your eyes before she sees you eyeing her
>She was just your bud, but that doesn’t mean she didn’t have a rack on her
>You return your focus to the beer in your hand
>Which you now realised was empty
>You set in the container and find a new one
> “Okay, I’m ready now. Truth or dare?”
>Now you remember that the girl next to you was Dash
>More specifically, an obviously pissed off Dash
>You mull over in your head which choice was the lesser risk
“...Truth?”
> “Did you know that it’s possible I will kill you if you don’t pick dare?”
>Yep she’s pissed alright
“No, mind if I pick dare?”
>You put on a fake smile towards her
>She maintains her focused glare
> “I dare you to take your shirt off and don’t put it back on for the day”
>She maintained that same piercing gaze
>Was keeping your shirt on worth death?
>...
“Fine, no pictures”
> “One picture”
“One picture”
>God dammit, you didn’t even haggle?
>What you want us to die?
>Dash can, and has, kicked your ass
>You move to lift up your shirt
>It’s just Dash
>Not like anyone will see it or anything
>Yes, you can totally do this
>You move the shirt up your torso
>After you do so, you look to where Rainbow was sitting
>She had lost the glare, but was still reserved
“Gonna take that picture now?”
>She was eyeing your chest slowly
> “...no, not yet”
>Fuck that was ominous
>You toss the shirt into an open hamper
>It was slightly cooler in the room now
>Crossing your arms across your chest you turn back to Dash
>Who was smiling with her phone up
>She snapped the picture and slipped the phone away
“What changed your mind?”
>She points to your chest
> “Is it just me? or is it a bit nippy in here?”
>Hands to your goods
>Oh god no, hard nipples
>Hold up, this was a double edged sword
“I don’t know, you tell me!”
>You point to her shirt, small bumps appearing on it
>She gasped and moved one arm to her chest
>Her blushing face grew into a giant blush
> “Fuck off!”
>She swung a fist that connected to your jaw

> “Holy shit anon, are you okay?”
>She moved to your side and raised your head
>Beer bottles moved around you as you picked yourself up
> “God damn dude, I thought guys could take hits”
“I thought girls were supposed to be women and not monsters”
>You rubbed your sore cheek as you get back on the couch
>You start to down a beer to drown out the pain
> “Well, stop fucking around and give me another dare”
>Could she really not wait a minute?
“Fine, truth or dare?”
>Dash thinks for a moment
> “Truth, I guess”
>Oh great, now she chickens out
>Right when you could get your-
>Wait a minute
>Another genius idea comes to your rattled brain
“You sure about that?”
>She looks you up and down
> “Yeah, what could you possibly ask?”
>Oh she had NO idea
“Alright but you asked for it”
>You lean in, pausing for brief dramatic period
>Dash begins to move her eyes about, unsure of her choice
>You smile like a spider with a fly
“Have you ever...”
>Pause for dramatic effect
>Let her dangle a bit
“...masterbated?”
> “...yeah, obviously”

>You laughed and pointed to her blushing face
>Which wasn’t blushing at all
“Wait, what?”
>She cocks an eyebrow at you as she takes another swig
> “Of course I’ve fucking masterbated, idiot”
>She shakes her head
> “What a waste of a turn”
“Sorry I thought you might have had some modesty about it or something”
>You fall back and take another drink
“Thought you were a girl for a sec there”
>She punches your arm lightly
> “Shut up”
“Can I at least get another question seemings how you answered that one so fast?’
>She thinks for a second as she drinks
> “I don’t see why not”

>Now was your second chance
>You think carefully for the right question to ask
>After a bit one comes to you
“Do you actually like cosplaying?”
>She spits up a bit of beer
>That gets her? She’s embarrassed by THAT?
> “Sh-shut up, so what if I do?”
>She blushes and glares at you again
“Oh come on, you’re embarrassed by THIS?”
>You gesture to her outfit in general
>She crosses her legs and folds her arms
> “It’s different when it’s you”
>What the hell does that mean?
“Why is that?”
>She turns to you, her blush starting to fade
>Her nose was turning a pink hue from the beer however
> “I mean that shaking your ass for strangers is not the same as for friends”
“You would shake your ass for me?”
>Wrong move anon
>She was tipsy, not fucking drunk
>Same shout, same fist, same apology
>Learn to keep your fucking mouth SHUT anon, jesus
>Left yourself that little mental note
“Alright, alright, now you ask”
>You rubbed your now even more sore cheek
> “Okay, truth or dare?”
>What did you have to lose, your soul?
“Dare”
> “Dare?”
“Did I stutter?”
>She gave you a ‘do we really have to do that again?’ look
“...Sorry”
>It’s not like you were a beta or anything
>Bitch was just a fucking velociraptor
>She retracted her look and leaned back
> “I dare you to...”
>She tapped a finger on her chin
>Then took a drink
>Then resumed her tapping
>All the while you waited
>After a while she sat up and snapped her fingers
> “Got it! I dare you to give me a back massage!”
>What?
“What? Another massage?”
> “Well shit, I don’t know what else you can do”
>She falls back thinking once more
>Then it hits you
>She might come up with something far worse than a back massage
>Better get while the gettin's good
“Wait, I’ll do that one”
>Dash stops to look at you
> “Hm? Oh, sure, whatever”
>You sigh with relief
“Right, so lie on your back”
>She finishes off her drink and does as you ask
>You move up to the couch and position yourself correctly
>You place your hands on Dash’s warm back
>She shivers at your touch
> “God damn anon, your hands are cold!”
“You want me to stop?”
> “No, just warms your fucking hands first”
>Well well aren’t we miss prissy today?
>You quickly rub your hands together
>After a few seconds they felt warm enough
>You place your hands back on Dash’s covered shoulders
“Better, you big baby?”
> “Much better, now chop chop”
>You begin to move your hands around rhythmically
>Slow, light circles around the shoulder blades
>After a few passes, you feel the muscles relax slightly
>You move down to her sides and feel along her back
>Then you begin to roll your hands down her muscles
>You can feel them release tension after a few minutes of stroking
>Then you move onto her spine, which seemed healthy enough
>You decide to give it a quick feeling along with your thumbs anyway
>Starting from the top, you work your way down her vertebrae
>You start to reach her lower back when Rainbow chimes in
> “Exactly how far south are those hands going, anon?”
>You were nowhere near her ass
>Could she be more fucking paranoid?
“Only as far as you’ll let them, it’s your massage Dash”
>She adjusts her head to the other side of her pillow
> “Good, then keep going”
>Weirdo
“Will do, not like I’ve done this in practice a dozen times or anything”
>She taps your back roughly with the heel of her right foot
> “Don’t be a smart ass”

>With a heavy sigh you continue your work
>You swear she seems tenser now
>At your touch, however, she loosens up again
>All the stress from those exams seems bundled up
>That plus all those sports mean real tense muscles
>Being a true tomboy, Dash probably never got massages either
>She was always really off put by others touching her body
>Yet she seemed into it right now
>Maybe she WAS drunk
>Or maybe all this tension was building up
>She had always been shit at academics
>Maybe she was worked up about tryouts next-
> “Enjoying the view?”
“What?”
> “You’ve been rubbing the same spot for a minute solid
>You look down to see she’s right

“Uh, sorry about that”
>You move back up her back with reversed hand motions
>You realize that without thinking it was real quiet
“So...how’d exams go?”
>Dash tensed up a bit
>Crap, might have hit a raw nerve there
> “Fine. I mean, I passed anyway”
“That’s good”
>Silence once more
> “So...how’d yours go?”
>You had taken some easy classes for that semester
>All B’s and A’s
“You know, same old same old”
>Another tense
> “So you got flying colors?”
“Nothing too special”
>She was oddly quiet
>Normally, she could care less about grades
>Why was today different
>Reaching the neck, you lean over to rub the muscles there
>She was a lithe girl, so they weren’t that thick
>Still, her being Dash and all, they were strong
> “Anon, what are you doing over the summer?”
>What kind of question is that?
“Nothing special, no vacations or anything”
>She moved her head again and let out a relaxed sigh
> “Good, same here”
>You finished up on her back and decided to move down again
>Sliding your hands over the white fabric, you felt for the back of Dash’s pecs
>They would be pretty tough, by your estimates
>After a few seconds of searching you found some rough flesh and began to massage there
>Dash let out a gasp
> “Umm...Anon?”
“What, your pecs sore from something?”
> “Those aren’t my pecs, idiot”
>What the hell where they then?
>You look to see where your absent hands rested
>You were rubbing some perky side boobs

>You jerk your hands away in fear of being hit
“Shit Dash, I’m so sorry!”
>You close your eyes waiting for the blow
>It didn’t come
> “Just get back to the massage dumbass”
>This was weird
>Dash once broke Norman’s nose for falling into her chest
>That was an accident
>She must be drunk as hell
“You’re not mad or anything?”
>God dammit, you just had to push your luck, huh?
> “No, your just doing what I said”
>Whatever you say as long as I don’t get my ass kicked
>It’s weird though
>Usually Dash is a hard core dude bro
>She was acting pretty...What’s the word?
>Feminine? Submissive?
>No, Dash was a hell of a lot of things, but she wasn’t a pansy
>She’d reminded you of that twice today
>You place one hand on the sore cheek by reflex
> “Hey anon?”
>Dash talking snapped you out of your trance
“Yeah, Rainbow?”
>She seemed to hesitate
>That was really un-Dash like
>You now remembered how un-Dash she’s been acting
>First the costume, then the punches and all the punches...
> “...Can you promise me something?”
>A promise?
>You had a general rule to not make promises while drunk
>But this was Dash, what she wants can’t be that bad
“Sure Dash, what is it?”
>Her blue flesh flexed under your soft grip
> “When you go away to whatever college you end up going to-”
>She turned her head
>She was tipsy alright, her nose was a deep shade of navy blue
> “-Promise to call every day”
>Damn, she was being real sentimental here
>Dash once said ‘emotions were for faggots’
“Dash, I’m not going to college for another year at least”
>She was not one to get worried over this kind of stuff
>Meanwhile you moved your hands farther down
>You resumed your earlier thumb rubbing of her lower spine area
> “I know, it’s just that with my grades being so far from yours i jus-”
>She stopped
“Dash, are you crying?”
>She put her head into the pillow and hit your back
> “No, you idiot”
>She mumbled from the pillow
>You now knew the word she was right now
>She was being vulnerable
“Rainbow? I’m going to go to a local college”
>Pulling her head up she sighed
> “Oh shut up, I know your going to some big fancy college”
“Trust me Dash”
>You placed your right hand on her right shoulder
>She turns to look at you with puffy eyes, which admittedly had no tear anymore
“I’m staying right here”
>She looked away
> “Anon, don’t ruin your education on my account”
>You started laughing
>She just glared, causing you to stop
“Dash, I’m no fucking genius”
>She looked at you with a softer stare
“I’m just an idiot”
>You smiled at her
>She did the same and blushed slightly
> “So you’ll stay here?”
“Yeah, tuition already costs a lot, I’m not gonna add room cost to that”
>She put her head back down and sighed again
>Her back finally relaxed in your hand
> “Yeah, makes sense”
>You go back to your massaging
>You returned to smoothing out the azure flesh of her open midriff
> “Anon? I’m sorry about hitting you”
>She sounded pretty sincere, which was a real shock
“It was my fault Dash”
>She chuckled a bit
> “Yeah, I guess you’re right”
>That sounded more like Dash
>You shifted down the couch a bit
>Slowly, you work your hands down Dash’s blue skin
>Until you hit her very small pink mini skirt
>You wouldn’t tell her in a million years
>But she looked pretty damn hot in skirts
>Especially ones which showed off her pink panties like that
>Wait a minute...
>Gears click in your head as you drink in the image
>Panties. DASH’S panties. Dash’s PINK panties
> “Anon? Why’d you stop?”
>Quick, cover Dash’s ass!
>You mean, your ass!
“Uh, just working out where to start”
>You snap your eyes away to her right calf
>Still sexy, but not AS sexy
>Close enough
>And so you begin to rub there
>The tough flesh yields to your touch
>That was close
>You find a rhythm to your kneading
>Leaving your hands to your subconscious, you return your eye to the skirt
>Or more specifically, what was beneath it
>You always had guessed she wore boxers or briefs
>Not something this girlish at least
>Maybe even just commando
>Nope don’t even think about commando Dash
>Under no circumstances picture your friend’s vagina peeking out at you
>Don’t even dream of her soft and pink pussy glow before you
>God dammit, stop it brain
>You got a boner at this point
>Just think of something unsexy
>A manta or something....
>Got it
>In brightest day,
>In blackest night,
>No evil shall escape my sight,
>let all who worship evil’s might,
>Dash would look sexy as hell in a skin tight suit
>Dammit boner, stop attempting to defy
>You are the one in control here!
>Shit, your hands
>You move your hands to the other calf
>You hadn't noticed of the other one but her legs were cold
>A combination of poor circulation and and short skirt
>You begin to caress the calf into warmth
>Right, so you try to face this with logic
>Dash is wearing panties, but why?
>Was she dressing up for some reason?
>Was she doing it for you?
>Just stop, anon, stop
>And then it hit you, the simplest answer in the world
>It was so obvious now, why she was wearing them
>She was a fucking girl

>You made this realization at a rather poor time
>It was time to massage the gluteus maximus
>In layman's terms, her fine ass
>Now comes the dreaded question
>You see, in training, we used mannequins
>Mannequins which could not slap your shit
>But, fuck it, you were drunk enough to go for it
“Dash-”
>You take a gulp as you prepare for the reaction
> “Yeah anon?”
>Aw shit, that voice was just another reminder she was female
>A very attractive and provocatively dressed female
>Oh yeah, she was also the captain of several sports teams
>Which means not only was she sexy, but also could kick your ass
>You were drunk enough for this
“Can you lift up your skirt a bit? Only if you still want me to massage there”
>Smooth...easy...
>She was quiet
>Oh god you were gonna die
> “Eh, fuck it, sure. Ass has been sore lately”
>You slowly unflinch your body with open eyes
>You see quite a sight to behold
>Small but firm hands grab the pink fabric and lifts
>Damn it all if that isn’t the most beautiful thing in the world
>A small gasp of awe escapes your lips
>You knew dash had some nice assets, but not this nice
>It was firm from all of her workouts
>But it was supple and soft from all her junk food and beer
“Holy hell”
>Aw fuck
>That was out loud wasn’t it
>Well, at least you got to see heaven on Earth first
> “What was that anon?”
>Well time to try and save yourself
“Nothing, it’s nothing”
> “No, you said ‘holy hell’, what is it?”
>She picks herself up to look at you
>So this is the danger zone you’d heard about
>Well, maybe if you come clean she’ll be quick about it
“I was just shocked by the sight of your wonderful ass”
>Too far, abort! ABORT!
“I mean, your ass”
>She looked at you with those big magenta eyes of hers
> “Oh, no need to lie man”
>Oh cool no death blo-
>Wait, what?

“What do you mean, ‘lie’?”
>She settles herself back down on the pillow
> “I mean, there’s no way my ass is THAT good”
>Gears click as you try to comprehend the statement
“Are you for fucking real right now?”
>Dash was an arrogant bitch, who was this?
> “Yeah, what do you mean?”
>She turns to look back at you
>You gesture wildly to her wondrous blue rear
“You’re not arrogant as shit about this seventh wonder?!”
>Not even on a compliment level, this was just common sense
>Like if Leonardo Da Vinci had said ‘this thing I painted is shit’
>She blushed and laid back down, jiggling her ass a little
> “Oh shut up, it’s not THAT good”
>Of all the parts of Dash she was the promoter of,
>She chose to neglect one of her best features?
“Dash,”
>Should you be saying this brain?
>Your friend was being out of character, yes you should
>You were complimenting her ass
>She has this wall of confidence built up to keep others out
>You were now staring at her ass
>She’s really insecure deep down, so she builds herself up
>YOU ARE STARING AT HER ASS IN SILENCE
>And you’ve just let her stew all these years
>YOU’RE TALKING ABOUT DASH’S ASS
>You feel like you wanted to just cuddle up with her
>Oh for the love of god, SPEAK ALREADY
“Dash, this is the finest butt out of all the butts”
>She put her head face down
> “S-shut up anon”
>You do so, not wanting to push her
>After a few seconds of quiet, she moves her head back
> “...when a girl says that it means keep going, dumbass”
>Oh fuck, you could write an essay about her ass
>You could write an essay ON her ass, to be honest
“Well, uh, it’s just so...”
>You shake your hands trying to come up with something
>This was harder than your dick
>Fuck that sounded dumb, you felt bad for just thinking it
> “Well...?”
“Hold on I’m thinking about how to put it into...”
>A booze fueled idea came to your head
“Hold on, I got something”
>You rest your heads on Dash’s rear
>Your originally cold hands had been made by Dash’s body heat
>You started to slowly knead the flesh in the area in small circles
>Dash started to protest but was stopped by your movements
>Your hands skillfully soothed the muscles
>You could feel all the tensions of Dash’s life bleed through your fingers
>You became absorbed in your labour
>Taking your time, adding length or time to each revolution
>You licked your lips in focus of your handiwork
>No longer were you concerned with earthly woes or worries
>You had the pink pantie clad and soft blue flesh of Dash’s ass
>And it was all that you needed in that moment
>A low and long moan from Dash’s showed the fruits of your efforts

>You smiled as you began to taper off your work
>Letting the sensation of Dash’s own concerns flowing out take you
> “Holy hell, anon...”
>Dash was able to only loosely breathe out that statement
“How’s that for a massage?”
>You lean back over Dash’s warm and scantily clad body
>You listen to her relaxed body struggle to utter a response
>Slowly, but surely, her form regained life as she spoke
> “Best. Massage. Ever.”
>She rolled over from in-between you legs
>Placing her hands behind her head she settled on her back
>She locked eyes with you
>You stared into those big magenta eyes
“So, Dash, truth or dare?”
>She narrowed her eyes on yours
> “You still want to play that game?”
>She folded her arms across her chest
>You easily noticed that this pushed her breasts up
>They looked perfect, all pushed up
>They looked like they wanted to fly out of that tight fabric
>You returned your focus to her mocking face
>She had caught you staring
>How could she not?
>You decided to press the question
“I think it would be more fun if we kept playing”
>She got a smile on her face
>You knew that smile well
>She always wore it when she was getting ready for a match
>It meant she was ready for action
> “How about truth?”
“Only if you promise to do the same”
>She softened her look
> “Deal. What’s your question?”
>You thought for a moment
>A question had been itching at you for a minute now
“How long have you been into me?”
>She blushed and looked away
> “I don’t know...”
“Come on, be honest.”
>She squirmed a bit beneath you
>You decided to go back to a sitting position
>She pushed away in the freedom.
> “Well, tonight, I guess”
>Ah hell, did you just take advantage of Dash?
“Like, tonight tonight? As in influenced by alcohol?”
>She scoffed and sat up
> “No dumbass, I mean I realised it tonight”
“Dressing as a sexy nurse and getting drunk on the couch showed you that you were into me?”
>It sounded even crazier coming out of your mouth
> “No I just-”
>She stopped herself and thought for a second
> “Fuck, that makes me sound like an idiot”
>She sat back as you did too
>Both of you opened new beers
“Maybe we're both idiots, it would explain why we’re playing truth or dare”
> “Playing? So it’s my turn?”
>You turn to see her looking at you
“Sure, let me wait a bit”
>You take a thinking sip
>Then a few bravery sips
“Alright, shoot your question”
>She shined that ‘I got you now’ smile
> “Alright, What’s you favorite part of my body?”
>Of course she’d ask that
>Now Dash had a fine body with many great parts
>She was incredibly set in T&A department as well
>You were a thinking man, however
>You knew Dash would love to hear you say her eyes
>However, you were also a pretty tipsy man
>So this rather pathetic phrase came out:
“Well, I’m personally more of a tits man, even though your ass is beyond great”
>You were filled with fear as the words left your mouth
>At least, you would have, had you not been the appropriate level of drunk to say them
> “Huh, so you’re more of a tits man?”
>She took that rather well
“Yeah, I guess. I got nothing against asses though.”
>She stretched her arms, pushing out her chest
>Of course you had to take a look
>She laughed as she noticed this
>Then you remembered the game

“Alright Dash, truth or dare?”
>She finishes laughing with a drink
> “Dare, give me something good”
>You had something good
“I dare you to take off your top”
>You locked eyes with her
>She was giving you that competitive look
“Or are you chicken?”
>That set the fire in her eyes
> “You are so on”
>She quickly grabbed the bottom of the short shirt
>Even though her midriff was already exposed, it was tense
>In a flash her top was off
>She flung the discarded cloth at you
>You couldn’t help but stare at them
>Like the sirens of old, they called out to you
>Their soft flesh shook slightly from her breath and movements
>Time slowed down as you became enraptured
>You stared at every facet of those beautiful gems
>They should have sent a poet
>You audibly shared your thoughts on the manner
“Holy hell Dash”
>Just as elegant as it sounded in your head
> “Like what you see, huh?”
>She pushed them up slightly and shook them left and right
>You had to snap out of this trance or you’d be there forever
“I’ve known you for two whole years Dash”
>You snapped your eyes away from the twin wonders before you
“How have I only seen these now?”
> “Well I don’t show the girls off”
>She relaxed and let out a sigh
> “Typically people think I’m just a dude”
>She takes another swig of her beer
>Her tits were resting down on her chest in a peaceful way
> “They treat me like I’m just another one of the guys”
>She thrust her arms in the air and turned to you
>Her tits jiggled as her torso twisted to meet you
> “You know that you’re the first guy to compliment my tits? EVER?”
>Looking at them move like that it was hard to believe
“Well you always seemed like a bro, but I always thought you were hot”
> She crossed her arms
> “Oh, come on, You only noticed me because of this outfit”
>She picked up the hem of her miniskirt
>You could totally see her panties again
>Best not to mention it, you thought as you sipped your beer
>You set it down on the table as Dash looks at you
“Someone with your looks? I thought you hooked up with guys all the time”
>She flopped back on the couch
>More jiggling wonders for your eyes
> “Nah, I always just scare guys off”
“Dash, I hate to say this, but it’s sort of your fault”
>She scoffed at you and looked away
> “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Well, you come off as threatening and...”
>You paused as she looked at you with a glare
“...well, boyish. And scary”
>She sighed in defeat and turned her head back
> “Maybe you’re right, but how can I come off as more...girly?”
>You were busy watching her hands
>One, her left one, was resting on her midriff
>Her right was scratching her right breast
>It moved with each motion across it
> “anon? ANON!”
“Huh? What?”
>She sat up again and looked back at you
> “Were you staring at my tits again?”
“Oh jeez I’m sorry, it’s just they’re all in my face with their jiggling”
>You tore your eyes away from them once again and looked her in the eyes
> “Well, you’re the first guy to say so”
“Really?!”
>She looked at you with one eyebrow raised
> “Yeah, why?”
“But they’re so...”
>You were at a loss for words
“They’re amazing”
>She blushed and turned away
>You flopped back same as her
“For what it’s worth Dash, I think you look great”
>She turns to look at you
>You give her a comforting smile
>She returns it and chuckles
> “And all’s it took was getting naked”
>You laugh as well
“Well you’re not completely naked, you still have your bottom”
>You just had to push your luck, huh?
>Well, she was drunk enough to not take offense to it
> “I’m not THAT drunk anon”
>She smirked as she reached for her bottle
> “At least...not yet”
>She took another drink then set it back down
> “Okay, truth or dare?”
>Well what was there left to lose?
“Dare”
>She took a drink as she thought of one

> “Alright, I dare you to take your pants off”
>She eye’d your legs and crotch
>You could feel her gaze move up and down their length
>Just then you realized something
>You were still hard from the massage
>Dash’s tits were not really helping
>You couldn’t stay mad at them though, they were just that good
“Can’t wait to get my pants off, huh?”
> “Oh, what happened to mister confidence? The guy who was squeezing my ass a couple minutes ago?”
>You thought about that too
>Maybe he could do this for you
“Fine, hold on”
>You stand up and set to work on your jeans
>After you unbutton them, you undo your fly
>Letting your pants slide down you sit back down on the couch
>You kick them off letting your nude legs hang free
>You rest your hands on your crotch, to hide the rebellious erection
> “Trying to hide something?”
>You turn to Dash, now leaning towards you
>She pointed to where your hands were resting
“So what if I am? You trying to sneak a peak?”
>She rolled her eyes in an exaggerated way
> “Hey, anon, you wanna squeeze um?”
>She lifted her breasts up towards you
>What a cruel, cruel temptress
“Like I’d fall for that one”
>She shrugged and fell back on the arm of the couch
> “Suit yourself, your turn”
“Alright, truth or-”
>You were caught off by what you were seeing
>Dash was playing with the hem of her mini-skirt
>As well as kneading her right breast
> “Something wrong, anon?”
>Like you said, cruel, cruel temptress

>You shook your head and focused on her eyes
>You stared into the black pits surrounded by magenta
“Truth or dare, Dash”
>She narrowed her eyes on yours
>You were both matched, stare for stare
> “Dare”
“I dare you to take of that mini-skirt”
>She cocked an eyebrow
> “That it?”
>You were shocked internally, yet remained your cool face
“Fine, you also gotta not make a sound for 5 minutes”
>She looked at you suspiciously
>She knew something else was up your sleeve
>Too bad for her, you really did this time

> “...okay”
>She stood up and put her thumbs through the fabric rim
>Slowly she pulled the fabric off, revealing her underwear
>The pink cloth looked just as you remembered it
>It was somehow even better when fully shown
>Like some forgotten statue, long mistreated
>Being at last put together in all it’s true beauty
>It was almost a shame to see Dash sit down on an ass that fine
>She sat down then gave you an impatient look
>Watching her not know your plan was almost as good as enacting it
>Almost, but not quite
>You shift a seat closer to dash and grab a beer
>You take a drink and exaggerate the taste with a sigh of refreshment
>You turn to face Dash
>She was eyeing you pensively
>Almost as if she was anxious of what was to come
“So, Dashie, is it cold in here?”
>You smiled a large dorky grin at her
>Her eyes flared at the use of the cutesy nickname
>You put a hand on her exposed thigh
>She snapped her head to look at the intrusive hand
>She glared at the hand as you began to caress the flesh
>She looked to you and opened her mouth
“Uh-uh Dashie, no sounds for 10 minutes left, remember?”
>She snapped closed her eyes
>You were surprised that she had not tried to resist you at all
>Yet


>You figure now was the time to enact the true purpose of your plan
“Dash, I know things have been rough for you”
>She looks at you with those big eyes
“But now that I know what you’re going through-”
>You slide your hand up a bit towards her crotch
>She blushed but didn’t break eye contact
“Just relax for a bit, and I can help you act more-”
>You reached your destination
>The pink cloth felt odd against your wandering hand
>The transition from skin to panty was rather quick
“-Femminne”
>She stared into your eyes as your hand started to move again
>Feeling for her vagina, your hand moved around slowly
>You notice her blush grow in intensity
“Just lie back and relax Dash, I got this”
>She raised an eyebrow of doubt
>She was saying ‘you’re a virgin dumbass’
“Just shut up and lie down, I know what I’m doing”
>She didn’t change her face
“I promise not to fuck with your vagina too much, fucking happy?”
>She maintained it for a sec before rolling her eyes
>She relaxed down and spread her legs a bit more
>Now the way to your goal was clear
>She didn’t react as you moved both your hands down her thighs

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