> Overdrive
>  by SergeantBuck
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> Chapter 1: Overdrive
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Overdrive


Sonic Wave was shaken awake as bass beats pounded at his ears. He tore off his headphones and tossed them aside, rubbing his eyes as he sat up in bed. Squinting, he looked around the squalor of a mess that he called his bedroom and made out the remains of a twelve pack of Blue Cow energy drinks.
When did I buy those? he thought to himself. I bought all the stuff for the party.. what was yesterday, Friday? Yeah, that was when I picked up the case of Blue Cow. The girls came over at around eight, then Twilight had a little too much to drink and crashed on my bed.
Head spinning from caffeine withdrawal and a hangover, Sonic walked out into his kitchen, which appeared to be as trashed as his bedroom. Empty bottles of mixers, hard liquor, and sweetened beverages were strewn about the linoleum floor and counter. He ignored the sound of chips being crushed beneath his feet as he staggered out to the couch, still trying to piece together what happened.
It was about three in the morning when Dash and AJ started getting a little too friendly on the couch. Sonic looked to his left and found a rainbow-striped bra hanging on the arm of the furniture. He gave a crooked smile as his swirling memory returned the image of the jock and the cowgirl feeling each other up and making out on his couch. He'd always heard rumors that those two had a thing for each other but who'd have thought he'd be lucky enough to see it? Those two in his house, on his couch.
After that, I downed some more Blue Cow and I tried to stay up all night. So much for that plan.
He looked over at the clock and shook his head. His clock had to be wrong. There wasn't any way it could be almost five in the evening on a Saturday. The clock on his laptop, which along with his violin was miraculously unscathed, only confirmed that he'd drastically overslept. 
Fuck my life. My DJ lessons with Miss Scratch are in an hour, then I've got Octavia's place at eight for violin lessons.
Vinyl Scratch, as much of a party girl as she was, didn't always like it when he showed up late to a lesson. Granted, he paid her by the hour, so even if he was late she still received an hour's worth of pay. It was Octavia he was far more worried about. Trained to be a first chair cello player, she always emphasized punctuality and formality, something that Miss Scratch dispensed with in favor of sound quality and speed. Sooner or later, he'd have to talk to one of them about moving dates for lessons.
Sonic jumped in the shower and spent the next hour trying to pick up his living room. At ten to six he headed down the street to the Heartburn, Miss Scratch's private nightclub. She always took a night off to recover from parties over the weekend as well as give music and mixing lessons. He grabbed his headphones as he ran out the door towards the club, hoping he'd be able to make it without looking like a complete wreck.
He stopped at the front door to the club and smoothed out his wild hair before stepping inside. His instructor was at her station, head bobbing to the beats of some inaudible tune pumping through the massive headphones on her ears. Sonic smiled and waved as he approached her. He took a moment to examine her in the black tank top and bright blue athletic pants. It seemed she always wore the same outfit and he couldn't help but admire her figure. She seemed to ignore him for a while but removed her headphones when he got closer.
“Oh, you're here!” she said, checking her watch. “And hey, you're actually on time for once! You don't look too good, though.”
Sonic shrugged. “Yeah, well...I had a pretty party-heavy weekend and I woke feeling a bit dizzy.”
Vinyl smiled at him. “Do yourself a favor and get a drink out of my fridge. I should have some of those Accelerator shots left.”
Sonic helped himself to one of the tiny bottles of the caffeinated beverage and downed it like a shot of liquor. He always hated the bitter taste of the energy mixture with that terrible artificial banana flavor, but this'd keep him going at least until after his lesson with Octavia.
Vinyl spent the next hour showing the ropes of how to blend tracks together and, after a little fiddling with the mixing program, let him have a crack at it. Sonic's first track didn't turn out too well, but she straightened it out into a sweet rave tune in almost no time.
“You still got a lot to learn, pal,” she said. “But forget about that. I'll have you mixing like a pro in about another week.”
“Thanks again for the lesson, Miss Scratch,” Sonic said as he was leaving her club.
Then she did something he'd never seen her do before. She walked him to the door and as opened it to leave, she rubbed his shoulder tenderly.
“You're getting better, Sonic. And please...” She lowered her pale violet shades and batted her eyelashes at him. “...call me Vinyl.”
Sonic returned home and changed out of his tank top and sweats into a dress shirt and clean jeans. Something about the way she emphasized her name struck him as odd. For the last month and a half, she'd been “Miss Scratch” to him. Why was she suddenly telling him to call her by her first name? He shook the idea from his mind and went back to cleaning himself up for his next lesson. Sonic never understood why Octavia was so picky about the attire of her students, but if it kept her from another lecture on the importance of presentation, he'd do whatever she asked. He made sure to grab his violin as he walked to his second teacher's cozy cottage down the street.
As he approached the door, he made sure to pop a mint just to make sure his breath was okay. She'd brought up the subject of oral hygiene more than once during his previous lessons and he wanted to make sure the only thing she could complain about for once was his playing. He knocked three times on the door and waited. The sound of high heels on hardwood greeted him as she opened the door. Sonic's eyes snapped to her fancy low-cut dress for a moment, then back up to her deep violet eyes.
“Ah, Sonic!” she said in her faint English accent. “You're here. Please, do come in.”
As Octavia led him into the living room where they always practiced, Sonic couldn't help but steal a glance at her rear end. The skirt she wore seemed so tight that it was a wonder she could walk at all.
She took a seat on the couch, motioning for him to sit in the chair opposite her as she always did. Something about everything she did gave him the impression that she a had a slight spring in her step.
“Did you listen to that music I suggested? Bach's Cello Suite No. 1?” she asked.
Technically, he hadn't. While he did find a very nice techno remix of the piece and had memorized it within two days, he hadn't tried listening to the unedited original.
“No, Madame Octavia,” he said. “I haven't.”
“Never mind then.”
Sonic froze in the middle of unpacking his violin. Never mind? She should be chewing me out like a kid getting into a cookie jar before dinner. What is up with her today?
He looked at her and noticed her fingers fiddling with the top button on her blouse, her other hand stroking her knee.
“Octavia, are you alright?” he asked.
“Hmmm?” she replied. Sonic had never seen her so distracted.
“You're acting a little weird.” His eyes went back to the hand messing with her blouse.
“Is it warm in here?” she casually undid the button on her already low-cut top, exposing her black lingerie and bountiful cleavage to her student. Sonic felt himself getting very warm under the collar.
“Yeah,” he said. “Really hot. Listen, I...uh...”
She looked at him with an unusually seductive smile on her face. “Yes, Sonic?”
“I...uh...haven't been feeling very well today. Maybe I should just go home.”
“Oh, you should've called ahead! Please, please, take the night off if you're feeling sick. You won't learn much if you're ill!”
“Thank you.” Sonic stood up and made for the door
“Maybe we can set up a meeting later this week?” she called after him.
“I'll call you when I'm feeling better, okay?”
“Take care! And don't pay me for the hour until we've had our make-up meeting!”
Sonic hurriedly shut the door behind him, exhaling as he felt the cool night air rush down his shirt. What in Celestia's name had gotten into his two instructors? Granted, Vinyl had always been playful with him but Octavia? A classically-trained, first chair cellist noted among the upper echelons of Equestrian society? No way should she be interested in a wannabe electronica musician like himself.
He went home and changed back into his comfortable sweats and tank top, collapsing on his couch and flipping the television on. He didn't seem to spot anything good on TV, and the more that he thought about it a lemonade Volt sounded rather refreshing. As he stood up to grab his drink, his doorbell rang.
Who could that be? Sonic opened the door to find Vinyl Scratch standing before him, his thick headphones in her hands.
“Hey, you forgot these,” she said to him. “Thought I'd just bring them by.”
Sonic took the headphones from her and opened his door a little wider. “Thanks, Miss Sc-...I mean, uh, Vinyl. You wanna come in for a drink?”
She smiled at him. “Sure. Not like I got much else to do tonight. You got any big plans?”
“Nah, nothing really. Just thought I'd take it easy.” Sonic reached into the fridge and pulled out two bottles of beer. He watched Vinyl take a seat on his couch as he popped the top off his bottle.
“Red Moon Pale good with you?” he called to her.
“I hadn't planned on drinking any more, but sure. Haven't had some good beer in a while.”
He popped the top on her bottle and took a seat beside her. She took the bottle from him and tipped it back, making sure she got a nice long drag before setting it back down.
“Ooh, not bad. I've had better. Ever try a bottle of Umbra with some lemon?.”
Sonic shook his his head in response before he took a sip of his own beer. The doorbell rang again. Who could it be now?
“Sonic?” Octavia's lilting voice called through the door. “You left your violin at my home. I though I'd drop it off.”
“Violin?” Vinyl said. “I didn't know you played violin. That's pretty neat!”
Sonic opened the door and Octavia stood there, violin in hand. He noticed that she wasn't wearing her dress coat anymore. Her blouse was still slightly unbuttoned, and he felt his face grow hot when he realized she was missing her bra.
“Thanks, Octavia. I'll try not to let it happen again. You, uh, wanna come in?”
“Sure.”
Vinyl blinked in surprise as the grey pony sat opposite her on the couch beside Sonic. “Tavie? You're giving Sonic his violin lessons?”
“Yes, Vi, I am. What are you doing here?”
“I've been teaching him about spinning discs and audio recording.”
Sonic held up a hand. “You two know each other?”
Octavia blushed. “We were friends in high school. Very close friends in school, practically lovers outside. We went out separate ways after my parents sent me to music school...”
Sonic had stopped paying attention when she mentioned they were once lovers. In his mind's eye, he saw the two of them tangles in a loving embrace, breasts squished together as they kissed and fingered each other. He was so lost in thought he failed to hear Vinyl's voice.
“Hey, Sonic!” she called, snapping him back to reality.
“Huh?”
Octavia giggled as Vinyl continued talking. “You always pitch a tent when you're sitting between two girls?”
Sonic felt himself blush as he looked at the very visible bulge in his pants. Vinyl removed her shades and set them on the coffee table, staring at him with those mesmerizing ruby eyes.
“Look, Tavie, he's blushing. Probably thinking about us.”
“Indeed. Two young, beautiful girls like us feeling each other up. It must be enough to make a man go mad.”
“What do you say, Tavie? Think we should ease some of his tension?”
“Yes, we should.”
Vinyl peeled back his pants and gripped his erect member tightly, rubbing the length of his shaft with a sexy grin. “Jeez, you're a big one!"
Sonic's legs squirmed about uncontrollably as his fingers dug into the polyester couch cushions. He could only pant his response as he watched Vinyl's hand pumping away. As the DJ ran her tongue from his balls to the tip of his manhood, Octavia nuzzled him with her nose before he locked lips with the cellist, hand shaking as Vinyl continued to tickle his member with her tongue while she removed his pants.
Fuckin' A, he thought to himself. This has been one hell of a weekend.
Vinyl tore off her own clothing while he continued to make out with Octavia. Her kiss muffled his cry as Vinyl inserted the tip of his cock into her mouth. It felt so wrong to have both of his teachers working him at the same time, but lust had replaced logic the moment that Vinyl opened his shorts. He reveled in the taste of Octavia's kiss. It was sweet, but slightly tart, like a batch of freshly picked blackberries. Their tongues tangoed about in his mouth as he fought the urge to thrust himself deeper into Vinyl's throat. His hand twitched again when she heard Octavia's moans match the pitch of Vinyl's from below.
Octavia broke the kiss and smiled at him. “I suppose I shouldn't be standing on ceremony any longer. Help me undress, would you?”
“I'll...try,” Sonic gasped as Vinyl went to town on him. It didn't take long before the cellist had her clothing removed and was back to making out with him again. His wandering hands found their way to their separate targets, his left on Vinyl's head and his right on Octavia's breast. The urge to buck his hips came again when he felt the head of his cock become engulfed in warm wetness, making contact with the back of Vinyl's throat. As she played with his penis a little more, he thrust his hips harder towards the source of the heat. She took in more of his length until her lips met his base. Sonic looked down at her out of the corner of his eye and noticed the obvious bulge in her throat. He felt a sudden urge to release and desperately tried to suppress it.
Vinyl came back up for air and panted heavily, still giving him the same sexy smile. “You can't be done now. I haven't even gotten started with you.”
She went back down and kissed the tip of his cock before sliding him back between her eager lips. Sonic looked down to see her blue streaked head bobbing up and down, eliciting deep moans with every plunge. He felt a burning heat in his groin and his legs began to shake as he fought to keep himself under control, but as soon as Vinyl deep-throated him again, he gave up.
One hand pressed on her head as he pressed his balls against her chin. She shut her eyes as he came in her mouth hard, sending thick ropes of cum down her throat. She smiled at him around his cock and he shuddered again when he felt her swallow his load.
“Having fun there, Vi?” Octavia cooed. Sonic could only sit there on the couch, gasping for breath as he listened to the wet, sloppy sound of the disc jockey removing his member from her mouth.
“You wanna trade places? He's a lot of fun!”
Octavia gave a playful giggle as she climbed off the couch, kneeling at the spot where Vinyl was. She gripped Sonic's still-throbbing dong in her hands, tighter than Vinyl had done. A small part of him wanted to be done, but why? This was the first threesome he'd had since...well, the other night, but he didn't count Applejack and Dash's making-out-to-making-love transition simply because he sat there and...
That's right, I had a camera. I filmed them fucking each other. I'd better find that once this is over.
Vinyl got up on the couch and spun around, sliding her legs on the outside of his and presenting herself to him.
“I blew you,” she said. “Your turn.”
As Sonic leaned forward and licked at her waiting clit, he felt Octavia's hand slide down to the base of his cock before shooting back up. Her hands were tight and warm, and the friction she generated with each stroke made him want to melt.
Looks like ten years with a bow is starting to pay off.
Sonic continued to swirl his tongue around in Vinyl's pussy, the speed of his tongue amplified with each pump of the cellist's powerful hand. The DJ's moans of pleasure were all he needed to keep going.
“Ohhh, yeah...right there! Hold it right there! Keep workin' that tongue of yours! Fuck, right there!” Sonic continued to suck and tease at her swollen clitoris, ever mindful of her legs pressing tighter and tighter against his. Vinyl's cries grew louder and longer until she suddenly pressed her pussy against his face and seized up.
“I'm gonna...I...oh, shit...yes, yes, YES!”
Sonic felt her push against face as she was rocked by wave upon wave of orgasm, gushing fluids onto his tongue as her peak reached its end. The pressure in his cock had been building while he tickled Vinyl's clit, completely unaware that Octavia had been working him like she did her cello bow. He shut his eyes, bracing for that sweet release as she pumped faster and faster, but suddenly stopped.
“What?!” he called out. “I was almost there!”
Octavia giggled again. “If Vinyl gets your tongue, then I think I should get a ride on your dick. Sound fair?”
Vinyl sat on the couch beside Sonic panting and massaging her wet pussy. “He's...all yours.”
Octavia turned around and bent down on all fours, showing off her nethers to the exhausted Sonic.
Do it. I know you're tired, but just fucking do it.
Sonic got off the couch onto his knees, pressing his hardened cock against her crevice and slowly rubbing back and forth. He felt his dong spasm once or twice from being brought to the brink of  pleasure, but they were little more that reflexive twitches.
“So, Sonic,” Octavia said. “How do you want me?”
“That depends on where you want me to go.”
She thought about it for a minute but was interrupted by Vinyl.
“Oh, for Luna's sake! Just fuck her already!”
“You heard her,” he said.
Sonic exhaled and slowly brought his shaft close to her waiting pussy. Octavia decided to tease him playfully and rubbed at the head of his cock with her pussy, forcing Sonic to clench his teeth and hiss as he inhaled, trying to keep himself from exploding all over her backside.
“One more thing,” he said to her. “How do you want me to go?”
Octavia looked back at him and batted her violet eyes. “Take me hard and take me rough!”
His cock fit neatly inside her like a hand in a glove. The first thing that hit him was how warm she felt, like a fire in the middle of winter. And oh, how soft she was, like velvet. A warm velvet glove, the perfect fit for him. He felt her pulling him, urging him to plunge himself deeper within her. He fought the need to start pounding away at her there and then, knowing the opportunity would come soon enough. He bristled as Octavia let a slight sigh out until at last his thighs met her flank.
“Rough, huh? I can go rough.”
Octavia's hands scraped at the carpet as she moaned. “Ahhh...fuck me!”
Sonic pulled himself out, leaving only the tip of his cock between her lips before slamming himself back into her with a resounding slap! He placed his hands on her hips to steady himself before he pounded himself into her again. Vinyl sat on the couch, a drunken look on her face as her fingers dipped in and out of her folds.
“More!” Octavia shouted. “Fuck me again! Harder!”
Sonic did as he was told, only faster than before. With each thrust, she clenched tighter around his member reflexively, moaning louder each time he withdrew himself.
“Aah, yes!” Octavia screamed hysterically as Sonic rammed her from behind. He felt her buck her hips back towards him, the smacking sound continuing every time their bodies contacted. As their feelings of pleasure grew, so did the speed of Sonic's thrusting. Her arms had given out and her face was on the floor, the carpet doing little to muffle her cries of ecstasy. It was getting harder to keep himself under control, the pleasurable sounds coming from Octavia doing little to help. He began thrusting as hard as he possibly could, intent on making her reach her peak. It wasn't long before he could feel her juices leaking onto his groin.
“Sonic! I...aaaahhh!” He felt her body shudder and he forced all of himself in as her folds squeezed his cock, beckoning for her to release inside her. At long last he gave into the numbing sensation and emptied his seed into her before pulling out.
He sat back on the couch beside Vinyl, his cock still pulsing as he stared at the mixture of juices pouring from Octavia's pussy. His head was pounding from two orgasms and a caffeine crash. Vinyl leaned over and gave him a wet kiss.
“You want a ride too?” he panted.
Vinyl's eyes lit up and she straddled him in a cowgirl position almost immediately. “Wanna give my ass a try?”
Sonic knew he should say no. He'd accepted Vinyl's blowjob already, then in Octavia who was now panting out on the floor with her tail end in the air and her mind lost in pleasure. But he didn't care. One more ride wouldn't kill him. He gave her an exhausted nod.
“Just sit back and let me do all the work,” she said. “Tavie knows how to wear someone out, and I speak from experience when I say that goes for girls as well as guys.”
He reached down and held his erect cock upright. Vinyl had to stand on the couch to lower herself onto his shaft. As she slowly took in every inch of him, he felt her clench down.
“Ooh, baby,” she moaned. “Aaah, yeah...”
He felt himself bottom out inside her and she began pumping her legs, moving up and down as she squeezed and release him inside of her. It didn't take long for that same pleasureable pressure to return. Sonic winced, partially from the soreness of his thighs and some from quelling his urge to release again. He felt something wet on his leg and realized that Vinyl had gotten wet again.
“Ooh, Tavie got you all nice and slick!” she said. “This'd be much harder if you hadn't fucked her first."
Sonic tried to fight the urge to buck his hips as she bounced on top of him. He placed his hands on her waist, feeling her slide through his hands as her worked her.
“Vinyl, I want to feel your pussy,” he mumbled.
She stopped and smiled at him. “Fine then. If that's what you want.”
Sonic clenched a pillow in his white-knuckled grip as Vinyl guided his cock out of her tight ass and slid it between her lips. She felt warmer and wetter than Octavia, as though he'd slipped inside a freshly drawn bath. He slowly worked up a rhythm as he pounded deep within Vinyl, all the while she bounced on top of him creating a much louder smacking sound than before.
“I want to be on my back!” she said.
Sonic wrapped his arms around her and held her close as they changed positions, his cock still deep within her. Once she was comfortable, he picked up the pace and began slamming her as hard as he had done to Octavia. She grasped at the couch cushion as Sonic felt her reach her peak, even though he didn't quite ready for his.
“Ahh, I'm cumming! I...I'm...gaaaaaahhhh!”
Sonic felt her juices slicking his shaft as he kept thrusting. “I..wasn't...ready...yet,” he panted.
She smiled at him. “Cum inside me! Come on, you know you want to!”
He pounded her as fast as he possibly could, trying to make his climax come faster. He failed to notice Vinyl sticking her tongue out at him as her fingers began to glow. He felt a sudden heat in his groin and let himself release, plunging balls-deep into her entrance. He still felt another surge of orgasm building and quickly pulled his dick out, vigorously rubbing his warm, sticky shaft as he aimed it towards her face.
“Yeah, that's it, baby!” Vinyl said. “Cum on me! Cum all over my face!”
Sonic grunted as thick ropes of cum exploded from the flared head of his shaft onto Vinyl's pale skin, drenching her in a layer of musky fluid from her breasts to her face. He stopped rubbing himself and leaned into Vinyl, who met him with a sticky kiss.
“You did good, Sonic,” she said. “You managed to wear out two gals and you're still standing. You did a very good job tonight.”
Octavia crawled onto the couch opposite Vinyl and placed her head on his shoulder. Sonic was already passed out on the couch, his cock still throbbing from one the best nights he'd ever had. Vinyl leaned over and took a kiss from the exhausted cello player.
“That was fun, huh Tavie?” Vinyl asked as she lay back on the couch. 
“Indeed,” Octavia sighed. “He's a very good student.”



Sonic slowly opened his eyes and looked around the room. Sunlight filtered in through his front window, which he had neglected to draw the blinds on. Vinyl and Octavia were asleep, each of them with a head on his shoulder and a hand near his crotch. His cock hurt like hell after the night before, but he told himself it was worth it. As he moved around trying to work out the stiffness in his joints, the girls began to stir.
Vinyl was the first up, stretching as she greeted her student. “Morning, sexy. Sleep well?”
Sonic only nodded with a dumb smile on his face. Vinyl stood up and began redressing.
“I'd love to stick around for another go, but I've got shit I need to take care off.”
“Oh,” Sonic said. “Nothing to eat, don't want a drink or anything?”
“Nah, I've got all that at home.” She leaned in and gave him a kiss with a bit of tongue. “Last night was epic. Call me if you want to have some more fun, okay?”
Vinyl walked out and quietly shut the door behind her. Octavia began to stir as Sonic ran his fingers through her coal black hair.
“Oh, Sonic,” she said. “Good morning.”
“Morning, Tavie,” he said. “About that lesson...”
Octavia stretched and hurriedly began collecting her clothes before redressing. “Come over a little later and we can try it again, okay? No worries.”
“Thanks,” he said. “I'm sorry.”
“It's alright. Anything for a strapping young man like you. I'd better get back home and see if anyone's waiting for me. Cheerio!”
Sonic waved goodbye as she walked out the door. He stood up and pulled on a pair of sweatpants before wandering aimlessly around his house looking for that camera. After a few minutes of searching, he found it. The digital device read that 61 pictures had been taken in the last three days, 60 of them on Friday over the course of three hours...and a video from last night.
What? How the hell did that happen?
The camera had been set to record a video last night at 8:30, which was about when they all sat on the couch. Sonic replayed the video and felt himself harden as he relived last night's hour of sexytime. 
Oh, I have to get those two to come back another time. That was too much fun! Now what the hell are all these pictures?
He flipped to the first image in the series of sixty from Friday night and flipped through the frames, watching as Applejack and Rainbow Dash tore each others clothes off before making out with each other. He felt himself stiffen again, and gasped when he got to the next frame.
Hold it...how the fuck did I end up between Dash and AJ?
He continued to flip through the images, chuckling to himself at the “pyramid” they made on the couch with Rainbow Dash mounting his crotch and Applejack on his face, the two girls bright red as they kissed each other.
The sound of the doorbell broke his concentration and he went to the door.
“Speak of the Devil!” he said as he opened the door. Rainbow Dash and Applejack stood on his front porch, both with very nervous looks on their faces.
“Heya, Wave,” said Rainbow Dash. “Listen, about this weekend's party...we, uh...”
Applejack cut Dash off. “We've been thinkin' about what happened and, well, nobody seems ta be able ta recall what we did, but we're worried we mighta done somethin' we regret. You 'member anythin' from that night that you wouldn't mind tellin' us?”
“Telling you?” he said with a sly grin. “Come on in and I can show you.”



He stood in front of the door, violin in hand as he waited for Octavia to come to the door. They'd agreed that tonight, the same time as usual, was the perfect time to retake his lesson. Sonic straightened out his hair before ringing the doorbell again. He jumped at the sound of the doorknob clicking open and stood straight for his instructor.
Octavia stood with her body hidden behind the door, only her head and fingers visible as she pulled the door open. “Please, come right on in, Sonic!” she said excitedly.
She closed the door behind him and Sonic turned to face his teacher. It seemed a little strange that she was wearing a robe on a warm night like this.
“Octavia,” he said to her. “Are you cold or something?”
She stood before him and gave him a seductive smile as she dropped her black bathrobe to the floor, revealing that she wore nothing but a pair of high heels and pantyhose. She folded her hands and held them low beside one of her thighs, squeezing her breasts together between her arms.
“Yes, Sonic, I am feeling a little cold and I need someone to keep me warm. Very warm.”
> Chapter 2: Tape It All
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Part 2: Tape It All


Applejack slowly opened her eyes as the buzzer from her alarm rattled her brain. She lazily flopped her arm onto her nightstand, feeling around for the damned device so she could shut it off. If she'd know she was going to be out that late at Sonic Wave's shindig, she would've turned off the alarm before she left.
She felt some movement behind her and smiled. Apple Bloom must've had another nightmare and crawled into her bed in the middle of the night. For a girl who always called herself a "big, tough girl", she thought it was funny that Apple Bloom still preferred snuggling with her when she was scared. Applejack tried to sit up, her head pounding from all the booze she consumed the night before. She wearily looked over her shoulder expecting to see her sister.
Wait a pear-pickin' minute. Apple Bloom doesn't have hair like that...what in the hell is Dash doin' in my bed?
Applejack's stomach tightened as she recognized the figure of her friend, Rainbow Dash, beneath the sheets. She looked around the edge of the bed, feeling the knot in her gut double when she saw all the discarded clothing on the floor. It took a second for her to register that she and Dash were both naked.
She froze at the sound of footsteps approaching her door and let out the breath she'd been holding when she saw her younger sibling.
“Mornin', sis,” Apple Bloom said with a yawn. “Why are y'all naked?”
Rainbow Dash tossed about in her sleep as Applejack spat out an excuse. “Uh, well...I guess it was too hot last night to sleep with mah pajamas on.”
“Oh,” Apple Bloom said as she shrugged. “Hey, sis, the next time you and Dash have a sleepover could you keep it down? You two were makin' a lotta noise last night wrestlin' or whatever game it was that you were playin'.”
“Uh, sure. I didn't realize we were bein' so loud.” Applejack rubbed her eyes as Apple Bloom walked away.
Come on, AJ! Think! You were here getting ready for the party. You threw on that black tank top and those cutoff denim britches before you went out to meet...Twilight? Yeah, that's it! You went to Twilight's first!
Rainbow Dash groaned and rolled over to face Applejack. The pegasus' eyes squinted open in the light of the early morning before snapping open.
“Hey, this isn't my bed!” Dash exclaimed as she sat up. “Where the hell am I?”
Applejack held up her hands. “Take it easy, Sugarcube. I don't know how ya got here either, but-”
“Applejack?!” the rainbow-haired girl cut in. “Why are you here? And where are we?”
“I told ya to take it easy! Listen, you're here in my bed on Sweet Apple Acres. How you got here and what we did last night is all a blur to me, okay? You remember anything?”
Dash scratched at her neck as she thought back to the night before. “I remember meeting you at Twilight's before we all left to get Pinkie, Fluttershy, and Rarity at Sugarcube Corner. We went to Sonic Wave's and...”
Applejack looked at her, expecting her to finish that thought. “And what?”
Dash shook her head.  “I got nothing. Everything after walking through the front door of Sonic's is a complete blur...wait.”
She looked down at herself, then at Applejack. “You're naked...I'm naked...oh, for Luna's sake! We did it, didn't we?”
Applejack cocked her head. “Did what? I ain't followin' you.”
“You know, we...did it.” Dash didn't know how to make it any clearer. Applejack stared off into space, puzzled for a moment until Dash's implications clicked.
“I got no clue, Dash. I'm hopin' we didn't, and if we did it's probably best that we don't remember. But at the same time, I just gotta know if we tried couplin' up with each other.”
“Please, don't say that!” Dash cried out. “You'll jinx it!”
“Guess there's nothing we can do except try piecin' everything back together, starting with Twilight's. Might as well go and get dressed.”
The two girls dressed themselves and made their way to Twilight's library. When they got there, they found the door unlocked and the lights off. Usually, Twilight would be up this early, but she must have been having a bit of a hangover too. Applejack twisted the doorknob and to her surprise, it opened.
“Twilight?” she called inside. “Are ya there? Dash and I need ta talk to ya 'bout last night.”
Her call was eventually greeted by heavy footsteps as Twilight shuffled to the door with bloodshot eyes, still wearing her short skirt and sweater top from the night before.
“Huhhh...what is it, you two?” she groaned. “I was just having a nap before...uh..aw, no...”
Applejack pushed the door completely as Twilight staggered past her and dropped to her knees, heaving and hacking as she threw up some of last night's drinks.
“Ugh, I can still taste the strawberry...” she said miserably. “Remind me to never have anyone make me a double strawberry daquiri ever again, especially after getting into a drinking contest with Pinkie Pie.”
“Maybe you just shouldn't get into a drinking contest with Pinkie at all,” Dash said. “You know much she loves her parties. She's probably insane at holding her liquor.”
Applejack reached down and helped Twilight stand. “Upsy-daisy, now. Let's go into the kitchen and fix ya a nice big cup o' coffee.”
“No, not coffee...” said Twilight with a cough. “Hangovers are caused by dehydration. I just need a glass of water or three.”
“Dash, go and fetch her some water, huh? How much did you drink, Twilight?”
“I don't know,” she moaned. “I had one...no, two White Russians...then Pinkie made me that strawberry double daquiri and then...was it three or four beers? Then she and I got into that drinking contest and that was...four shots to her seven? After that, I don't remember anything. I think Sonic let me sleep on his bed for a little while, though.”
Rainbow Dash returned with two full glasses of water. Twilight accepted them and took a gulp of the transparent liquid.
“You don't remember anything? Anything at all?” Dash questioned.
Twilight gave her an annoyed look. “If I remembered anything important, I would've mentioned it!”
“Alright, calm down! Don't get your parchment pages in a wad, jeez.”
“Sorry, Dash. It's this stupid hangover. I hate whoever invented alcohol.”
“I'm surprised you don't already know who that is,” Dash said with a laugh.
“Don't ask me history questions when I'm screwed up, okay? I'll let you know if anything comes back.”
“Alright, Twilight,” Applejack said. “We'll leave ya be for now.”
They left the library and stood outside for a bit. Applejack tapped at her chin as she tried to recall who among their friends might remember anything.
“I got it!” Dash exclaimed. “Let's go ask Pinkie Pie! She's a party animal! I'm sure she didn't get hungover! Pinkie drinks like a fish, anyway!”
Applejack scowled at Dash. She didn't like her friend pointing out Pinkie's drinking habits, but she had to admit that the party girl knew a little too much about alcohol.
The two of them walked down to Sugarcube Corner to find Mr. and Mrs. Cake managing the kitchen and shop area. They could hear the sounds of the Cake twins playing in the backroom and for whatever reason Pinkie Pie was nowhere to be seen.
“Good morning, Applejack!” chimed Mrs. Cake. “What can I do for you and Miss Dash today?”
Miss Dash? When did anyone ever call her by that?
“We were just looking for Pinkie Pie,” Rainbow Dash cut in. “Is she around today?”
“Oh, yes...well...” Mrs. Cake's gaze shifted to the floor. “She got home from that party at around eight this morning and the poor dear's been asleep since she got back. Didn't sound too well, though. I heard her make one or two trips to the bathroom before she went to bed.”
Pinkie being hungover? Applejack assumed such a thing was impossible. “We're just tryin' ta 'member a few things from last night. It's all a might fuzzy to both of us.”
“Oh, I remember those days!” said Mrs. Cake. “Going to parties and staying out all night having all sorts of fun! That's how I met Mr. Cake, you know! Ah, I'll stop ranting and let you two go. Have fun!”
Fun? If I find out that Dash and I did what we think we did, I'm thinkin' it ain't gonna be much fun.
“Well, if Pinkie's unavailable, who should we try next? Rarity or Fluttershy?”
“Rarity's always goin' to those fancy soy-rees up in Canterlot, so I guess she'd be the next one to check in with. I doubt she got completely trashed, seein' as she so high fallutin' and all.”
“Uh, don't you mean soirees?” Dash asked.
“Whatever,” Applejack shrugged. “Go talk to my little sister if you wanna talk in fancy. I'm goin' to Rarity's. You comin' with?”
“Actually AJ, I think I'm just gonna head home and take a shower.”
“Okay, fine. I'll try to figure out what happened last night and I'll meet up with ya if I remember. See you later.”
Applejack left Rainbow Dash and jogged to Rarity's boutique across town. Surely, Rarity wouldn't be the sort of gal to get herself blackout drunk at a party. Of course, if she recalled correctly, Rarity only let her hair down at local parties as opposed to the Canterlot soy...swa...whatever they were called.
The farmer rapped her knuckles on the door and waited. She heard silence for a moment before a loud series of thumps and an expletive or two.
“What do you want now?!” An angry Rarity wrenched the door open, her bathrobe wide open and rage filling her baggy eyes.
“Easy there, it's just me! What in the hay's got you so fired up?”
Rarity took a moment to collect herself, closing her bathrobe and removing the blindfold above her eyes. “Oh, I apologize! I was...uh...expecting someone else.”
“Expectin' who?” Applejack asked. “Someone lookin' fer a fancy outfit?”
Rarity looked around Applejack's shoulders before waving her inside, closing the door behind her. “You recall that author who had a bit of a scandal with Trixie?”
“Uh-huh. What about her?”
Rarity sat down on her red couch and took a sip from a glass of a dark liquid. It didn't take long for Applejack to spot the open bottle of brandy.
“It's not her, it's her friend. After those two got together, this friend of hers got all bent out of shape and started stalking me. Why, I found him beside me in my bed this morning! He was fully clothed, of course, so I know nothing happened between us, but I had to shoo him out of my house this morning. He wanted me to sign a pin-up poster of me. A pin-up poster, Applejack! I've never even posed for Playboy and he had one! And what a way to ask me, climbing into my bed in the middle of the night!”
Applejack walked over the end table and picked up the bottle. “You usally take stuff this strong in the mornin'?”
“Hmm?” Rarity said before swallowing her mouthful of liquor. “Oh, I was feeling a bit dizzy after I threw that egregious young man out so I fixed myself a drink. Did wonders for my headache, and I even mixed it with some of that clear stuff over on the cabinet there.”
The country girl walked over to the liquor cabinet and examined the bottle Rarity pointed out. “You mixed brandy with Everclear? Where did you even get Everclear?”
“That would explain the burning sensation,” Rarity said absentmindedly. “Anyways, it was a gift to me from one of my parties in Canterlot. I'd never tried until until this morning.”
Applejack took the liberty of pouring herself a shot of whiskey and downing it before sitting beside Rarity. In an instant, she stood up, eyes darting to the windows.
“You hear that?” she said. “I think he's come back again!”
After a moment, Applejack caught the sound of a male's voice singing some tune off-key. Very off-key.
“Quick, I need a distraction! Something that will show him I'm not interested in being his girlfriend or signing something!”
“What can I do?” Applejack said.
Rarity's eyes lit up as a liquor-indiced idea jumped to her mind. “Kiss me.”
Applejack held her hands up. “Whoa there, I think I heard your brandyclear sayin' somethin'. Did you just ask me to kiss you?”
“It'll only be one kiss!” she said. “A single quick smooch and it's all over, I promise! It's not like I'm interested in you or anything. I mean, you are my friend and all, but you're just not my type.”
“Nothin' yer sayin' is makin' me wanna smooch ya, Rarity. I just came over to see if you remembered anything from last night's party.”
The voice of the stallion was getting closer. “Alright, look! If you give me just one kiss, I promise I'll tell you what I remember about last night. Deal?”
Applejack tipped back a second shot of whiskey and took a deep breath. “Fine, but this doesn't mean I like like you.”
“Fine by me! Now let me kiss you!”
She swirled her tongue about in her mouth, doing her best to prepare for Rarity's lips to meet hers. While the thought of making out with Rarity was absolutely revolting, if it meant finding out what happened between her and Dash last night then she'd do it.
“Ready?” Rarity asked. “He's almost at the door!”
“Okay, hit me with yer best shot.”
Applejack shut her eyes and puckered her lips as Rarity came in close. She met Applejack slowly, her hands sliding up the back of the farmgirl's grassy green tank top and massaging her broad shoulders. She didn't dare open her eyes with Rarity so close to her, not even when she heard the door open.
“Oh,” the voice said. “I...um...”
He ain't leavin',  Applejack thought. Why ain't he leavin'? For Celestia's sake, get lost before...
Applejack's thoughts cut off when she felt Rarity's tongue slip through her lips. For an instant she wanted to fight it and break the deal off, but no. She was a woman of her word, even if that word meant frenching her friends.
She began to enjoy Rarity's taste, minty with a hint of cream, as she let the fashionista guide her tongue about before taking it one step further. She leaned into Rarity, pushing backwards onto the couch while shoving her own tongue into Rarity's mouth to catch more of that sweet minty cream. Rarity let out a moan when she felt the kiss exchanging, and Applejack bristled as she felt Rarity's hands sliding beneath the straps on her top.
You better just be doin' that fer show, 'cause I ain't going any further than...
Too late. Applejack felt the straps to her tank top slide down from her shoulders to her elbows. She decided to try playing along and reached down to untie Rarity's robe.
“Damn,” the voice said again.
At that moment, Rarity broke the kiss. “How rude of you! If you don't mind, Applejack and I are trying to have an intimate moment and in case you haven't noticed, you're interrupting! Get out!”
“But...I...” the young man stammered.
“But nothing!” Rarity shouted. “Get out of my boutique before I break a bottle over your head! And close the door behind you!”
The stranger left, shutting the door as he was told before walking away. Applejack tried to get up, but Rarity pulled her back down.
“Your tongue has such a nice taste, Applejack,” she said. “It reminds me of cinnamon. Let me try it again!”
Before she could protest, Rarity pressed her lips against Applejack's and slid her tongue in again, twirling it about between the country girl's teeth. Applejack pushed up against the couch and pulled herself away from her lust-driven friend.
“Get a hold'a yerself, Rarity! I ain't yer girlfriend!”
Rarity looked at her in a confused and sad sort of way. “I'm sorry, Applejack. I got a little carried away. It's just that you're such a good kisser...”
“Yeah? Well, lucky me. I ain't let ya have no more drinks in the mornin'! Ya get all horny when yer smashed. Now, I held up my end of the deal so you best be holdin' up yer end.”
“Alright, fair enough.” Rarity gazed off into space for a second. “I can't recall anything.”
“What?” Applejack said flatly. “We cut a deal for me to humiliate mahself in front'a some strange guy and ya fall down on yer end of the deal? Why didn't ya just tell me ya can't remember nothin'?”
“If I did that, you would've left and I would've had to face that repulsive young man on my own! That seemed like perfect leverage for me to get you to stay!”
Applejack shook her head. “Ain't that just like ya, Rarity. Always workin' an angle on someone to get what you want. I'm leavin' and headin' for Fluttershy's cottage. Maybe she can tell me what went down at that party last night.”
“Wait!” Rarity called out as Applejack made for the door. “Just one more kiss?”
Rarity closed the distance between herself and Applejack until she stood directly in front of her blonde haired friend. Her eyes told Applejack that she was positively begging for another go. “Humor me, please.”
Applejack rolled her eyes before letting out a snort. “Fine, one more kiss. But don't you go tellin' no one about it, okay?”
“Cross my heart,” said Rarity.
Applejack leaned down and gave Rarity a kiss on her lips. Without thinking, she slipped her tongue between Rarity's lips and under her tongue. She heard the soft sound of Rarity's robe falling to the floor. Sparks danced through her skin as she broke the kiss and felt Rarity's lips on her neck. One of her hands found its way to Rarity's flank, the other caressing her breast.
“Applejack...” Rarity gasped. “Take me to bed.”
“Hush now, Sugarcube,” she said. “Just like I said, don't go tellin' no one.”



Rainbow Dash stepped out of her shower and ran a towel through her technicolor hair as she stared at herself in the mirror, trying to remember what happened last night. She rubbed at her damp forehead as she walked into her bedroom to throw on some fresh clothes.
Come on, Dash! Think! You walked into the party and Sonic Wave handed you a drink! What was it? Can't you even remember what you started to drink when you were sober?
Nothing. She remembered Twilight getting into the drinking contest with Pinkie Pie, going in with AJ and after Sonic Wave...Fluttershy! Fluttershy was there before she and AJ arrived, and she flatly refused to even touch alcohol. If anything, she'd remember what happened!
She hurriedly threw on a t-shirt and shorts before taking off for Fluttershy's cottage. Upon arrival, she found her animal-loving friend outside tending to her vast array of pets. Dash skidded to a stop by beside Fluttershy as she was tending to her chicken coop
“Oh, hello Rainbow Dash!” Fluttershy said. “Are you here for a playdate with Tank? I can go and get him if you want.”
“No, not right now,” Dash said. “Applejack and I woke up with some pretty fuzzy memories this morning and we're having trouble remembering what happened at Sonic's party last night.”
“Fuzzy memories, hm? I'm not surprised they way all of you were drinking and dancing. I didn't have anything to drink, so I just sat there and watched.”
“Perfect!” Dash said aloud.
“What's perfect?” Fluttershy asked.
“Oh, it's just that...” Dash blushed as she straightened her thoughts out. “AJ and I sorta...woke up in the same bed this morning and neither one of us know how we got there. You remember anything from last night?”
“Um, I remember I didn't stay at the party for very long. I left once things started getting rowdy. Maybe for only a half hour?”
Dash stared at Fluttershy blankly. “So, you can't tell me anything?”
“No, I'm afraid not. I'm so sorry, Rainbow!”
“Eh, don't be. It's not your fault that you don't like parties.”
“I could make something up if you wanted.”
“Nah, don't worry about it. I'm gonna go look for Applejack. Catch you later!”
Dash was already gone when Fluttershy said goodbye. It was starting to get dark and she had no clue where Applejack might've gone. The last place AJ said she'd be at was Rarity's boutique, so Dash assumed that would be the best place to look. She sprinted to the door and knocked.



Applejack lay entangled in Rarity's arms, her face cutting into Rarity's neck like a hatchet. A faint knocking from downstairs caused her to lift her head.
“Ya hear that?” Applejack asked her friend.
Rarity snapped her fingers and the room pulsed with a faint blue light. The knocking sound slowly faded to nothing as the room became soundproofed by her spell. She gave Applejack a naughty smile.
“Hear what, darling? I didn't hear anything. Now, where we?”
Applejack went back to nibbling at her friend's neck, all the while making her way slowly towards Rarity's waist. “How's about we get this show started?”



That's weird, Dash thought. She said she'd be here. Maybe they went out for a bit or something? I'll just catch up with her later then. I do have a few more Daring Do novels I can read while I wait for them to be done.



Sunlight filtered through the blinds casting rows of golden light onto Rarity's bed. Applejack lay beside her, the two of them huddled together asleep. The farm girl opened her eye and looked at her sleeping friend. They'd done it and nobody would know about it.
Nobody would know about...aw, hell! I still don't know what Dash and I did the night before!
Applejack gently tore herself from Rarity's arms and pulled her clothing on, kicking aside the strap-on from last night's lovemaking. Rarity shifted about in her sleep but thankfully didn't wake up, leaving Applejack free to exit the boutique. She gently shut the door behind her before sprinting to Rainbow Dash's cloud castle. Her friend was already awake and out jogging through town. It took Dash a few minutes to spot the blonde cowgirl standing and watching her.	
“Hey!” Dash called from the air. “Where the hell did you disappear to last night?”
“Rarity and me had a bit of a...fun night,” Applejack replied.
“What? You went to another party and didn't take me with you?”
“We didn't go anyplace!” Applejack shut her mouth, realizing her mistake.
“You had fun, but you didn't go anywhere...wait a second!” Dash's eyes grew wider. “You slept with Rarity, didn't you?”
Applejack didn't say anything. The sweat on her brow and blushing cheeks were more than enough to betray her.
“Why?” Dash contrinued. “What in Equestria would possess you to sleep with her? I mean, you two aren't exactly matches.”
“Look, she was a bit a drunk and needed a hand, so I helped her out and things got a little...never mind. Rarity didn't remember nothin' about the night before, so I struck out there.”
“I wouldn't say you struck out,” Dash mumbled. Applejack shot her a mean glare.
“Just drop it already!”
“Fine. Fluttershy didn't have anything to say, either. She left before things got wild.”
“I guess the only place we got left is Sonic's. He's the only guy left who could tell us what happened. Let's head there and see if he's got anythin' to say.”
The two girls made the trip across town to Sonic's house, Dash standing there tapping her foot against the concrete steps as Applejack pressed the button for the doorbell. It wasn't long before the party boy answered.
“Speak of the Devil!' Sonic said as he opened the door.
“Heya, Wave,” said Rainbow Dash. “Listen, about last weekend's party...we, uh...”
Applejack cut Dash off. “We've been thinkin' about what happened and, well, nobody seems ta be able ta recall what we did, but we're worried we mighta done somethin' we regret. You 'member anythin' from that night that you wouldn't mind tellin' us?”
“Telling you?” he said with a sly grin. “Come on in and I can show you.”
They followed Sonic Wave in and took a seat on his couch, a faint hint of sweat hitting their nostrils as he sat between them with a camera.
“Before I turn this on, are you absolutely sure you want to see? You might be a little freaked out.”
Dash gave a nervous laugh, betraying her fear. “What's the worst that could've happened?”
Sonic shook his head, still grinning. “Alright, here we go.”

Applejack downed three shots of whiskey before collapsing on the couch beside Rainbow Dash, their host sitting across from them in a recliner fiddling with his camera. She felt a little bad that all of her friends were unconscious. 
Twilight was the first to go halfway through that drinking contest, and Sonic let her lay down in his room. Rarity was asleep in the chair-and-a-half, a wine glass filled with a vodka martini still in her hand. Pinkie Pie was staggering around in the kitchen, knocking things around as she tried to decide what to drink next. Applejack let out a burp as she looked at Dash.
“Know what'd be really funny?” Dash said to the blond girl.
“Whut? I like funny.”
“We should make out. And Sonic should film it! Then we can put it on YouTube or something!”
“Yeah,” said Applejack with a hiccup. “That would be funny!”
Before Sonic had even started filming, Applejack reached over and locked lips with Rainbow Dash, slipping her tongue into her friend's mouth and swirling it about. Dash let out a pleasurable moan and shut her eyes as Applejack felt Dash's hand rubbing at her crotch.
“Oh ho, so that's how we're gonna do it? C'mere, you!”
Applejack eagerly tore off Dash's shorts and rammed two fingers into her wet pussy.
“Wet already? You ain't fast in bed too, are ya?”
“No..” Dash gasped. “I can go all night...gah! Right fucking there!”
Applejack looked over to see Sonic clenching his teeth as he rubbed at the bulge in his pants. “You want in on Dash, too?”
“Really?” he said with a hiccup.
Applejack leaned back and brought Dash with her, forcing the sprinter to lift her hind end into the air. Sonic happily set the camera down on the bookshelf and removed his pants, stroking his hardened cock as he took his place at Dash's rear end. He wasted no time in sliding his dick into Dash's sopping wet pussy, twisting himself around so that he lay beneath the pegasus. Applejack removed her denims and stood on her knees with Sonic's head between her knees. Almost immediately she felt his tongue slide inside her entrance.
“Whoa, nelly!” Applejack exclaimed. “You do this often?”
Sonic didn't answer. Dash began bouncing herself up and down his shaft, moaning every time her thighs collided with his. Applejack reached out and grabbed at Dash's firm chest and began rubbing, intensifying her grip as Sonic swirled his tongue about inside her.
“Ah...” Dash sighed. “...shit, I'm cumming!”
“Already? You really to like to get it done in ten seconds flat.”
Just as she finished taunting her friend, Applejack felt her whole body seize up when Sonic hit her sweet spot. Her folds clenched around his tongue as she fought to contain her own orgasm.
“Shit, Wave! Cum inside me, please!” Dash cried out, bouncing harder on his cock. “I'm c-c-caah!”
Without thinking Applejack pulled the pegasus' head into hers and gave her a big wet kiss as her orgasm hit her, both ponies moaning in ecstasy as Sonic shot his load into the rainbow-haired girl. Applejack felt herself release and shuddered as Sonic retracted his tongue.

“So, we did do it,” Dash said with a mortified expression as the memory came back. “I'm a damn lesbian.”
“Okay, hold on!” Sonic said. “It was a threeway, therefore it wasn't gay! You two are not a couple. The alcohol just went to your head, that's all. Mine too, apparently.”
“But...” Applejack protested. “I kissed her. I shoved my fingers in her...and then I kissed her. That ain't like me.”
Sonic shook his head. “Don't worry about it. Nobody knows but us three. Pinkie Pie was probably too wasted to remember and Twilight was out the whole time. Booze makes anyone do something stupid. Just forget about it.”	
Dash stood up and walked to the door. “I'm going home and taking a shower. A long shower.”
Applejack followed suit. “Yeah, me too. They prob'ly need me back at the farm. Still doesn't explain how we ended up in the same bed together buck nekkid.”
“Last time I'll say it, AJ. It was the booze. Dash probably followed you home thinking she was going home, stripped down, and slid into bed without even realizing it was yours. I've heard a lot worse after-party stories from Pinkie, trust me.”
“Thanks for the pictures, Sonic. We'll see you around.”
Dash immediately flew home, but Applejack decided to walk around for a bit. As she walked towards the direction of the schoolhouse, she caught Apple Bloom and her two friends, Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo, looking rather glum.
“Whats'a matter, Apple Bloom?” Applejack asked her.
“I was so certain we could get our cutie marks in spyin'! But I can't find the stupid camera!”
Applejack was puzzled. “Camera? Whatcha mean?”
“I borrowed a camera from Ms. Cheerilee so we could try getting' our cutie marks in bein' secret agents, but I can't make a secret agent report if I can't find the secret agent camera!”
“Where'd y'all see it last?” the elder sister asked.
“When you went out to the party on Friday,” Sweetie Belle began. “I put the camera up on your dresser. Apple Bloom says you snore funny, so I thought it'd be fun to catch you snoring when you went to bed after the party...are you okay?”
Applejack had stopped paying attention to Rarity's little sister when she mentioned the dresser. It was bad enough that she'd banged Sweetie Belle's elder sister the night before, but if they got a hold of that camera...
“Gotta go!” Applejack dashed for the Sweet Apple Acres farmhouse, sprinted up the stairs to her bedroom, and began frantically rummaging through her dresser. She didn't see on the top or in the drawer, and as she walked towards the door she caught the large black box hiding beneath a discarded jacket.
She picked up the camera and locked the door before sitting down on her bed and turning the device on.
“Please don't let it be sumthin' I'll regret,” Applejack said to herself.

“What a great party, huh?” Rainbow Dash said with an obvious slur. “I don't even feel like going to bed yet!”
“Well, I didn't invite you over here for nuthin',” Applejack replied as she removed her tank top.
“What does that...” Dash began but stopped when she noticed her friend was already naked. “Oh, I get it! You're ready for round two, eh?”
Applejack pushed her rainbow-haired friend onto the bed and began nibbling at her neck, sending sparks through each of their bodies. Dash gave a hushed squeal as Applejack slid her hand beneath the sprinter's belt.
“Wait, won't this be weird? The two of us, I mean.”
“Nah, don't worry 'bout it, Sugarcube. You and ain't hardly have enough fun as it is.”
The blonde girl moved to Dash's bust, lifting up her shirt and sucking at one of her firm breasts while jilting her with her other hand. The athletic girl pulled a pillow over her face to mute her cries of pleasure as Applejack worked her fingers faster on Dash's clit.
She reached  down and slid Dash's pants off. “No undies, missy?”
“I guess I left them at Sonic's after we fucked there.”
“Well, that just makes it easier, don't it?”
Applejack flipped around and presented her hind end to Dash's face, exposing her moist womanhood. She let out a yelp as the excited Dash immediately drove her tongue deep between her lips. She leaned forward and began teasing Dash's clit with her tongue, working her tongue about to the moans of her friend.
Untold minutes passed as they lay there licking each other. Applejack heard Dash let out a cry as she reached her climax and the cowgirl felt herself peak. She rammed her tongue in hard to get a taste of Dash's fluids before pulling out. She flipped around again and gave Rainbow Dash a kiss, the two of them entwining tongues before falling back onto the bed.

Applejack shut off the camera just before she watched herself reach into the nightstand for the large pink dildo that she usually kept for herself. The fact that she and Dash did each other the night before...well, she wasn't sure if she should be disgusted or attracted.
“Well, I guess that's that,” she said. “Dash and I are a couple.”
A sudden knock on her door made her jump. The fact that it was Apple Bloom didn't put her mind at ease.
“Sis, did ya find my camera?” her younger sibling said through the closed door.
She tucked the camera underneath her pillow. “Nuh-uh! Maybe ya left it downstairs?”
“I'll look around. Also, Rainbow Dash is here to see ya.”
“Send her up. Tell her I gotta talk to her about sumthin'.