FBT In The Palms of Their Hands - Chapter One - Dash

Chapter 01 – Slow and Steady

 

The athletics team was full of jocks, muscle builders and more recently, aspiring sports enthusiasts. Most of them were busy training up and having fun pressing each other to their limits, the drive for improvement shining in them.

 But for some reason, the track team had gotten a lot more attention recently. Students that weren’t even into running joined track, and it showed: The regulars constantly had to run around them or hop over them, the newbies stumbling and tiring out fast.

 

The older members of the club pulled close after one meet. Among them were some male and females, and more noticeably… Rainbow Dash.

 

“Alright, what the heck’s going on?!” Dash hissed, flopping on the bleachers with an annoyed look on her face.

 

A lean girl with a round face shrugged as she looked over her shoulder at the track, watching the newcomers struggle with their laps. “I dunno. I mean, shouldn’t we be glad that all these guys are joining?”

 

One of the guys grunted and shook his head, his short hair flicking this way and that. “Yeah, but this is really aggravating. Tripping over all these dunces… most of them don’t even RUN! The heck are they here for?”

 

One girl leaned forward, taking off her glasses and flicking the sweat off them.   “Maybe someone rallied them all here?”

 

Rainbow closed her eyes and thought WHY they would suddenly flock to the club. Maybe it was some sort of group decision to do it? Or maybe it was something else…

 

“I dunno… but haven’t you felt like they’ve been watching us?” One guy with a sweatband asked, looking off to the side.  

 

It was true, Dash nodded, opening an eye and looking around the track. When they weren’t focusing on the track or its curves, they seemed to be looking at them. Watching them, here and there. But it didn’t feel like admiration or respect.

 

It felt… odd.  

 

She caught a newcomer walking and looking at her and squinted at him. He then promptly tripped over his own foot, falling onto the track.

 

“Yeah, they have. I guess they’re our fans or something?”  Rainbow Dash suggested, rubbing her fist on her chest.

 

“Not every day you get so popular that you get a gaggle of people to join your club!”

 

“…I don’t think that’s so good, nowadays…” The glasses wearing student spoke, sitting on the bleacher seat lower than Dash. She opened her eyes at that, confused.

 

“Whaddya mean, that’s NOT good?!” She sat up, looking down at her teammate with as much animosity as though she were a rival.

 

She winced and looked at her classmates.  She cleaned her glasses nervously before pushing them back on her face, a look of dread shining through her eyes.

 

“Have you heard…? About that site.”  She squinted, looking around for anyone that shouldn’t have been there.  “DarkCanterCorner.com?”

 

Two of the members immediately leaned in and looked mystified. “What? That site’s real?!”

 

“You’re kidding! Even if it is…” the lean girl breathed, her hands on her hips. “What’s that gotta do with the influx of teammates?”

 

“They might be here because of that site, for some reason ... maybe to get a good look at us?” She finished, looking over at the track. The lean girl, suddenly aware that she was leaning forward with her rear to the track, stood and turned on her heels, looking absolutely livid.

 

“Whoa whoa whoa! You’re telling me that they’re only here to check out the older members?” A guy with a headband hissed. “The heck kinda crap is that?!”

 

Rainbow Dash stood up and stomped her foot, angry. “If they are, I swear they’re gonna get such a beating… I mean really?! That dumb site with all those fake toys  is the reason we’re cluttered with idiots?! C’mon … we need to weed them out of here. ”

 

The guy with the short hair shook his head. “I don’t think we can just start pulling the newbies off the track and asking them THAT.  That’d make for some really heated words with the coach…”  

 

Dash fumed, and walked down off the bleachers. She didn’t say anything else, but she kept an angry stare at the track and the people who were walking. Some noticed and began to chatter to one another, and others just kept on going around the track. It wasn’t right, being scoped out like a purchase in a store.

 

And just who in the hell even MADE those things anyway?

 

“No-life desperate little chicken-shits, that’s who…” Dash mumbled to herself, noting that some of them were walking now.

 

“Hey, Dash… I dunno. It was just a guess, is all…” The student with glasses suddenly said, walking up to her and leaning on the fence Dash had stopped in front of.

 

“…You’re fine with these posers looking at us like that?” Dash turned, her eyes unnerving.

 

“N-no! I’m not saying that I’m fine with it! I’m saying that might not even be the case, really!” She said,

shaking her head. “It’s not real, right? So maybe they joined to get in shape or something.”

 

“All at the same time? C’mon… You know as well as I do that ain’t what’s happening here.” Dash said, folding her arms and looking away from her teammate. “You hit the nail on the head! Ain’t no way they’re all here for exercise…and I’m not having a bunch of pervs checking all of us out!”

 

At the moment, a bell rang and everyone began walking off the track. Dash waited and watched from afar. The coach was less than pleased with the way they handled the track. Dash smirked at the way they recoiled from being yelled at, knowing that they weren’t really into it anyway. They all dispersed, one of them looking around.  

 

Dash suddenly raised a hand and motioned the newcomer over. She had seen him stop and size up her female clubmate’s rear, so she was sure that he was a prime target. He also just walked about, his phone in hand. No doubt taking pictures, the desperate little nerd… His clothes were remarkably clean for someone who had been running for an hour. His black hair and plain shirt made him look like he was just passing through, rather than actually exercising.  He paused and looked around, in disbelief.

 

Dash stood off the gate and moved to the bleachers, almost going around them and out of sight. She made sure to look at him with a sexy look one of her friends pulled all the time. She waved him over and she heard rapid-pace footsteps.

 

“Um…U-um, Dash? What is I-“ He didn’t get a chance to react properly to being summoned behind the bleachers. Dash grabbed him and slammed him against a beam, her eyes pink circles of fury.

 

“What the HELL are you and your nerdy little friends trying to pull?!” She hissed, making him wince and shake in fear. “Spill it! What the hell are you here for?!”

 

“W-w-w-we’re just fans, t-t-t-that’s all!” The student stammered, raising his hands to his face.

Rainbow Dash was so mad that she began to shake him, the skin of her knuckles going white. “You. Are. Gonna. Sit. There. And. Fucking. LIE. To. ME?!” She grunted, Letting him go and making him stumble backward. He fell to the ground, his cellphone clattering to the ground. He looked up at Dash as though she was some sort of hellhound and he was a kitten.  

 

“I-I-I’m sorry! It wasn’t even MY idea! W-W-we were just g-g-gonna LOOK! W-we d-d-didn’t mean anything by- “ He froze as Dash picked up the phone and stared at the screen, a light pink flooding her cheeks. “Oh god oh god oh god…”

 

“Is this a picture… of MY ASS?!” She shouted at him, not able to tear her eyes from the phone’s screen.  There, in all the digital glory, was her rear in the air, her front bent over at a water fountain outside.  The focus was obviously her butt, as it took up most of the shot and it was at a low angle.  He got the gym shorts underneath, them hugging each curve with precision and leaving nothing to the imagination.

 

The boy was reduced to shudders and tears. “P-p-please don’t show the c-c-coach! I –I-I’ll delete it, I swear! I-I-I W-w-w-won’t Ever come b-b-back!” His scared sobs were cut short with Dash closing the distance and kicking him in his crotch. He yelped and groaned in pain, rolling around on the ground.

 

“You little…” She squeezed the phone, the sound of the plastic being strained reaching her ears. She was seeing red. She was just a perversion to some of these low-lifes?! Just some sort of fetish material to get them off?! She waited until he was on his knees to stoop down low and whisper a warning to him.

 

“I’ll say this just ONCE… Clear the fuck outta here and never come back. Tell your little fucking friends if I catch them here again, I’ll get them all expelled. And you BETTER delete there off your phone. If it still works.”

 

“Wh…What?” He whimpered, looking up at Dash. She reared back and threw the phone way over the fences, onto the concrete path leading from the track to the school. He gasped and rose, lumbering after the phone with his hands between his legs, looking back at her fearfully.

 

Dash turned and headed to the locker rooms, her head still swimming. Right…That student had been so right. Those little sacks of shit had been looking them up and down… just to get some idea on what to buy from some sleazy sex site! Hopefully they got the message from their friend. If not… There were always the guys who were actually ON track. She knew they were still guys, but they wouldn’t stand for THIS shit. She marched into the locker room through the sets of doors and sat down on the bench, breathing heavily. She calmed herself down, pushing out the image of her own butt on the student’s scrren. She got up and went to her locker.

 

Or at least, what she thought was her locker.

 

Still reeling from the revelation, she turned the combination lock on her locker and yanked at it. It didn’t open. Aggravated, she turned it again, grunting and mumbling to herself.  “C’mon you dumb thing…Open!” She hissed. She froze when she heard something. Voices.

 

“You think that she was serious about that site?” One said, far off. It was undoubtedly one of the guys.

 

“Shit, man. If she was, there’s no question where all those new guys came from. That shit’s just sad, though…”

Another voice spoke up, this time close to the doors. She looked around, confused.

 

That’s when she spotted the backwards lettering through the glass. “Boys”.  She squeaked, a realization dawning on her. In her anger, she went into the BOYS locker room, instead of the girls! She looked around, thinking of some place to hide. She darted into the bathroom that was on the side past the lockers, and into one of the three stalls there. She locked the door and immediately hoisted her legs up on the seat, frozen and motionless.  

She heard them walk in, still chattering about their little meeting. The sound of lockers swinging open and their voices carried through the nearly empty locker room.

 

“Seriously, I couldn’t run a couple of feet without nearly crashing into a dork on his phone.” One said. It sounded like the headband guy…

 

“Hell, at least your guy was moving! I crashed into one just standing there, and he had the nerve to look at me like it was MY fault!” It sounded like the short haired one… Dash knew his name. Aeril Step.

 

“Man, I don’t what to do about them… Can’t tell the coach they’re all dead weight, because this is the highest number of members yet!” Headband’s voice said, a slight hint of anger in his voice.

 

“Don’t even worry about them, dude. With the way coach grilled them, I doubt they’ll be here long!” Aeril laughed, and they both chuckled for a bit.

 

Dash sat there in mortified silence. She couldn’t wrap her head around their support for the matter because she heard it. When she wasn’t supposed to.  In an area she’s likely to be suspended for being in! She breathed quietly as she heard then slam their lockers shut.

 

“Alright, see ya later man.” Headband’s voice drew distant, but Aeril didn’t say anything.  

 

Dash was confused. Did he leave or was he still in there with her? She almost let her legs down when she heard footsteps heading toward the bathroom. She froze and breathed through her nose. She stopped breathing altogether when the footsteps walked past her stall to the one on the end. She winced in pain as her teammate set the bag down and sat on the toilet, letting out a sigh. She knew what she was going to hear, and she wouldn’t necessarily like it.

 

That’s when she heard the bag unzip. Her face contorted into a look up horror and interest. What was he doing? She heard him pull something out and move the bag over. She was almost tempted to peek under the stalls from hers, but she couldn’t risk being caught. She heard him grunt and fumble with whatever he pulled out before she heard the sound of more plastic being opened and unraveled. Just what the hell was Aeril opening? She trained her ears as he began to mumble something.

 

“…Holy shit… fuzzy…Hmm.” He muttered. She heard something like a cap snap open and him inhale something. He let out a hum of appreciation.

 

“Mmmph. Smells like… Gotta…” His voice was low, but this only concerned Dash more.

 

What the hell was he doing in there? Was he taking some sort of drugs or something? She’d speak up, but she wasn’t about to get in trouble… She’d just confront him about the drugs on a later-

 

“Mmm…” He hummed again, this time a bit loud. She heard his zipper as he continued to make that sound. She definitely didn’t want to peer at him now. She waited for something, anything. But what she heard made her eyes go wide and her mouth drop open with silent shock.

 

The sound of Aeril stroking himself. It was a distinct sound: a soft patting noise, paired with a grunt. She covered her mouth and looked over at the stall’s wall, as if she could see him in this lewd act. She definitely couldn’t run out of there, now! She closed her eyes and tried to block the sounds out, but they only grew louder as he shifted and began jerking himself harder.

 

“Unh… Mmm… Mmf… Oh yeah…” Aeril moaned, low and heavy. Dash felt herself growing hot, unsure whether or not it was from embarrassment or from excitement.  She was ready to cover up her ears when it stopped. She could smell the arousal and the sweat in the air, but she didn’t expect him to be done. She waited until she heard a snap again. It took every ounce of endurance to not move as she heard a new, erotic noise. A wet, audible slurping noise and his moan.

 

She looked over as her emotions went haywire. That sounded like… a toy… But could it be from there? And whose WAS it? She couldn’t believe that someone on the team had actually bought one! Or that they’d use it in the school! She shut her eyes, not sure what to let loose. Anger? Disbelief? Sadness? She couldn’t focus correctly because the blood was rushing places as Aeril moaned and whispered to himself.

 

“Oooh… God, that feels… Just gonna… slowly…” He breathed, the sound of the toy engulfing him with a soft, wet sucking sound. He breathed and moved himself as he slowly slid himself out of the toy, a messy *pop* resulting from the action. “Oooh! Gotta… make it… last…”

 

Dash leaned back slowly as she heard the sounds of sex through the stall. Her hand absentmindedly reached down between her legs, her body curious as to why she was reacting this way to those sounds. She felt ashamed to be turned on from this, even though she was about to chew him up for even getting on of those…things. A soft *Slick* and a long *Slurch*.  He was muttering to himself as he repeated the sound, over and over.

 

“Oh… Mmm… Gonna…Take it nice… and… Unh…Slow…” He groaned, unbeknownst to him that his colleague was silently rubbing herself to his masturbation. She bit on her finger as her own worked her lower lips, sliding one in with need. She moved up to two as she heard him grunt and jerk, the noises growing louder.  “Oh…Enjoying that…? Mmm… You feel soooooo good…”

 

It was an impromptu masturbation session, with Aeril using a toy to please himself, and Dash being a voyeur to the act.  Dash’s fingers worked nervously and quickly slipping in and out and as the wet noises of copulation grew louder more forceful. She didn’t care that her undies or her shorts were getting wet: She was so close to cumming that she was silently rocking her hips into her fingers, slick and overrunning with her juices. Dash was right on edge when she heard him grunt and suddenly slam the toy onto himself, grunting as he apparently finished. She bit down as she came, her walls tightening up around her fingers as ripples of pleasure wracked her brain.

 

”Mmmh! Unnh! Oooooh shiiiiit…Oh gaaawd… Dash…”

 

Dash was already coming down from her orgasm when she heard him breathe that last word.

 

Dash.

 

DASH.

 

She let out a sharp squeak as she pulled her hand out of her shorts and over her mouth, not caring that it was soaked in ejaculate. She couldn’t stop the noise however. It was quiet in the stall… Suddenly, Aeril’s stall exploded with movement, causing Dash’s heart to race. What would he do? Would he hit her? Report her? Blackmail her? But instead of all that, Aeril grabbed whatever the toy was in, threw everything into his bag, and bolted out of the restroom, his speed showing his prowess of running track for so long…

 

Dash finally stretched her legs down to the floor, knowing that time was of the essence. She knelt underneath the stall and looked over at the stall Aeril had been in.

 

It was mostly clean, yet she saw an odd, dark blue flashlight shaped thing. She winced as she reached for it and pulled it out of its hiding place behind the toilet. She gasped and shuddered to herself as she held it and ran out of the stall and out of the boys’ locker room, darting into the girls and immediately heading to a stall there. She locked herself in and breathed, finally being about to inspect it closer. She let out a moan of terror as her eyes locked onto the end of the toy.

 

It was… light blue. With rainbow fuzz at the top. Cobalt blue petals were in the middle of the soft material, spead a bit. She could see some murky residue inside of it. She held it away from her, horrified. This toy… was of her. This was her toy that he used. She shuddered as she tipped it upside down. She was sure that she knew what he did…

 

Sure enough, a thick, off-white substance dripped from the entrance into the toilet bowl. He had came inside of the toy.

 

He came inside her toy…

 

Dash had never felt so dirty before. She didn’t even know what to do with it! She just saw it and grabbed it… What if he realizes he left it and tries to come back for it?! She panicked briefly before realizing that she couldn’t just put it back… but she couldn’t just throw it away, either. She was stuck with this thing until she thought of something to do with it… She quickly unrolled the toilet paper off a nearby roll and wrapped her toy up, stuffing the slick silicone entrance up with tissue, her hand dampening some of it.

 

She then walked to her locker and messed around with the combination lock.

 

It popped open, and she reached inside and grabbed her bag, stuffing the toy in it. She bit her lip and shook her head, placing everything in perspective.

 

She now knows Aeril bought a toy of HER. Aeril knows he wasn’t alone and probably that he left it. She apparently got off to a toy of herself being used to please him… and she has a replica of her privates in her bag, oozing semen onto toilet paper.

 

Shaken and confused, Dash proceeded to make her way out of the lockers rooms and toward the school building. How would she handle meeting him again? What would she do with her own toy? And what if someone else orders one of her… or her FRIENDS? Dash sped up, and it wasn’t even because of the bell.

 

The girls needed to be warned about that site.  And FAST.

 

 

Little did she know however, one of the girls already stumbled upon that site… and used it themselves.