> Dragon Hunting
>  by Royal Horsey Time
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> Chapter 1
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“Why won't you work with me!”, Rarity growled at the inanimate object. She smacked the machine, bringing it back to life before shortly dying again. Rarity intently stared at her sewing machine, as if she can scare it back to life. A few minutes pass, she was fed up with it mocking her. Grabbing it and ripping the cord out of the outlet, she dropped it on the ground, right next to her desk. She slumped in her chair, rubbing her temples.

Dumb Machine.

Rarity was currently in her ‘visionary room’ (or whatever it as called) TRYING to repair Rainbow Dash’s shorts that were ripped (again). She grabbed a thread and needle to repair it by hand. She hummed to herself while sewing the long rip that runs up the side of the left leg.


Finishing up the patch, she placed her needle and thread back into its rightful compartment in the left drawer of her desk. Leaving everything else there, she pushed her chair back and stood up to stretch. After a very unladylike yawn, she stared out the open window, feeling the summer breeze on her face.

*knock* *knock* *knock*

“Hmm?”

It took Rarity a second to realize that someone was knocking on the door to Carousel Boutique. She power-walked to her bathroom to make sure her hair was still perfect (it is) and that her make-up was flawless (it was). Happy with herself, she straightened out her white, puffy, blouse and made sure her black tights did not have any snags in them. Briskly walking down the stairs, the only noise being the ‘clickty-clack’ of her boots with short heels that hugs her legs, about halfway up the calf.

Opening the door with her left hand, she held onto while placing her right hand on her right hip as she sticks it out, “Welcome to Carousel Boutique! Where everything is unique, chic...and uh…please come in!”, She blushed heavily, embarrassed over forgetting her usual line to welcome ponies to the store.

“pfffft, hahaha!”

Rarity looked at a laughing Rainbow Dash, “Don't laugh at me, that it incredibly rude!”

Rainbow Dash mimicked Rarity’s pose and put on a haughty voice, “Oh my my Rarity, ‘tis positively dreadful that one such as yourself could ever forget to-HAHAHAHA!”, She doubled over laughing, “I can't even do it…”

Rarity crossed her arms and gave Rainbow a hard stare as she wiped her tears away, “Are you done?”

Rainbow smiled, “Why yes, darling”, she said while maintaining the haughty voice.

Rarity stood to the side, “Your shorts are upstairs, you can get them yourself.”

“Fine, fine…”, Dashie ran inside and up the stairs, prompting Rarity to close the door and follow her. She took notice that Rainbow was wearing a black, sleeveless t-shirt and a dirty gray hoodie wrapped around her waist.

Once Rarity was in the room with Rainbow, she asked “May I ask why you are wearing that dreadful hoodie?”

“Oh, this thing? It's my pants.” Rainbow then untied the hoodie, letting it drop to floor and revealing a pair of white panties. She then faced away from Rarity and leaned over the desk to grab her shorts.

Rarity couldn't help but stare as her friends derriere. Her brain was scrambling for a revenge prank until a light bulb went off. Oh, this is just perfect, Rarity thought to herself. She cleared her throat and said, “Oh darling! What a cute, little butt you have!”

Rainbow swung her head around, shocked by Rarity’s comment. She was ready to yell at her friend for calling anything about her ‘cute’, instead she had a better idea. Resting her forearms on the desk, she stuck her back-end further out and looked Rarity in the eyes. “You like what you see?”, she said as she shook her hips left and right, “You can grope me if you want~”.

Rarity scrunched her face, “Rainbow Dash, seriously, must you always take it so far!?”

Rainbow Dash took her arms of the desk, “you started it, and I finished it.” She started to scoot back, making sure to keep her ass pointed at Rarity. “Don't be shy~”.

Rarity internally poured, slightly upset over her revenge prank backfiring horribly.
“Rainbow Dash, stop this at once!”

“Lol, no”.

Rarity cringed at hearing ‘lol’ spoken out loud. She began backing up to keep her distance from Rainbow Dash’s behind. She was eventually pressed against the wall with Rainbow Dash’s firm, booty inches away.

“Rainbow, I swear to Celestia, stop right now.”

“Nah.”

“Ok darling….have it your way…”

“Ooh, what are you gonn-”, before Rainbow could finish taunting her, Rarity raised her right hand and brought it down on Rainbow’s right ass cheek, creating a loud smack.

“H-HEY!”

Before Rainbow Dash could react, Rarity smacked her left ass cheek this time, even harder than before, “Don’t test me Rainbow Dash!”

Her limbs finally listening to her brain, Rainbow quickly turned around, facing Rarity. “Alright, aright! I'm sorry!”, she yelled out while rubbing the red handprints on her butt.

“Thank you, darling.”

Rainbow Dash grimaced as she picked her shorts off the desk and finally put them back on, “sweet Celestia, Rarity, you kinky mare”.

Rarity smirked, “you started it, and I finished it.”

Rainbow rolled her eyes, “oh ha ha…”, she walked out of the room, flared her wings, and dived off the staircase, over every step in one leap, “Thanks for fixing my shorts, getting my ass slapped was fun!”, She yelled out as she headed for the front door.

Choosing to ignore that last comment, Rarity quickly yelled out, “Rainbow, wait!”

Taking her hand away from the doorknob, Rainbow turned to look at Rarity and smiled, “what? You want to spank me again?”

“Rainbow, please be a dear and shut up for five seconds. Have you talked to Spike recently?”

“Yeah, why?”

“I was just wondering if he has….talked about me?”

Rainbow Dash sighed, “No….I’m sorry but you know why…”

Of course she knew why. How she always ignored his advances when he was younger, never taking him seriously. Now, recently, he went through a rapid development of growth and maturity. Granted, he can still be childish at times but he has shown remarkable signs of being mature. While he may be a teenager in dragon years, he is technically an adult in pony years. He still lives with Twilight but he has already taken up a job at Sweet Apple Acres.

Rarity felt almost heartbroken, Spike doesn't show much interest in her anymore and started pursuing other mares, even her friends. Not that she can't blame him, they are very attractive and she would much prefer one of her friends dating Spike, if it was not her, instead of some harlot.

“Rarity, you should probably talk to Spike. Keeping this bottled up won't do you any good.”

“I know….”, Rarity smiled, “thank you, Rainbow Dash”.

Rainbow Dash opened the front door, “anytime Rares, see ya later!”, she left the building, closing the door behind her with a soft ‘click’.

Rarity sighed and rubbed her temples. Soothing her headache a bit, she charged up her horn to magically locked the front door and closed the curtains, plunging the room into darkness. She spun on her heel to head straight back into her room. Quickly throwing her clothes off and folding them on her desk, she sat on her bed, wearing only  a matching pair of black, lacy bra and panties. She untied her boots and pulled them off, letting them lay on the floor. Pulling her socks off, she laid down to pull the comforter over herself to take a well-deserved nap.

…

…

…

Rarity opened her eyes and turned around to look at the clock on her bedside table.

47 minutes!?

She layed on her back, wondering why she can't sleep….well that was a lie, she knew why she can't sleep…

Contemplating over her next course of action, she eventually thought to herself, Well, I think I do deserve this…

Smiling, she sat up and unhooked her bra. Freeing her modest breasts, just slightly smaller than a C-Cup, she shimmied the panties down her legs and placed both articles of clothing on the edge of the bed. Kicking the comforter off of her and laying back down, she placed both on her hands on her breasts and gave them a moderate squeeze.

Closing her eyes, she imagined Spike playing with her. Pinching her nipples, she let out a low moan, “ooooh Spike…”. She kept fondling her boobs, alternating between squeezing them and playing with her nipples.

Removing her right hand, she went straight to her marehood and started to lightly trace the folds of her lower lips. The stimulation already caused her juices to start flowing freely.

In her mind, Spike had her pinned to the bed as he groped her breast and teased her marehood. Rarity started to slowly insert two fingers into her pussy, up to the knuckles as she twisted her nipple with her other hand.

Making sure to take her time, she slowly fingered herself as her pussy became more slick, “Ooh Spike, make me yours….make me cum like the dirty mare I am….”, she lightly said to herself.

Panting heavily, she sped up her fingering session while using her thumb to rub her clit. Giving the bundle of nerves extra attention, she began to groan to herself. She threw her head back, sweating profusely and coating her bed in her juices. Moaning even louder than before, she rapidly fingered herself, pumping her pussy raw.

“AUGH~”, She felt herself on the verge of orgasm. She pretended that Spike was the one with his hands in her, whispering dirty things into her ears and he molested her. With that image in mind, she involuntarily bucked her hips as she went over the edge, squirting her special nectar across the bed. Her tongue hanging out, she kept bucking into her hand as she rode the climax out.

“Ooooooh, yeeessss….”

She slowly pulled her hand out of her private garden and brought her hand to her face. Pretending that Spike told her to, she slowly licked her juices off her hand.

“Yes Spike, my pussy is very delicious”, she moaned out to her invisible lover.

Once her hand was clean, she shakily grabbed her comforter and pulled it over her body. Rolling to her side, she got comfortable as sleep began to overtake her. The last thought that ran through her mind was the embarrassment over just how ‘un-ladylike’ she was, despite the fact that she was alone.

As she slept, she dreamed of Spike spooning her as he held tightly onto her, stroking her mane and telling her just how much he loves her.

> Chapter 2
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“SPIKE, WAKE UP! WE NEED TO GO!”

Spike was violently shaken awake, the first sound he heard was yelling from various stallions. He couldn't make out what was being said, his brain was still foggy from the lack of sleep. Still leaning against a dirty wall, he quickly stood up and took in his surroundings.

The dusty building has seen better days. He can tell that is used to some kind of department store, but some-what collapsed building made it hard to figure out. Leaning against the counter in front of him, he looked directly forward at some of his allies holding their bodies against the barricaded, front door. Brandishing his combat knife, he steeled himself for the inevitable, waiting for the door to break down. Looking to his left, he saw Sheriff Gravestone taking a few practice swings with his machete before taking a defensive stance.

The gray stallion was molded by the darkness that dwells in the hearts of ponies, the dying flowers CutieMark held some dark secrets. He never spoke his previous life being an officer of the law, none of that mattered at this point. Gravestone pulled pathetic survivors together and them into the professionals they are today.

Pulling himself out of his daydream, Spike held his knife in front of him, pointed right at the door.

“Sheriff! We can't hold the door!, one of the stallions yelled.

“Away from the door!”, Gravestone’s booming voice rang out in the room, “We will take as many as we can to hell with us!”

*BEEP*

Spike tensed as he watched the stallion's backed away.

*BEEP*

The door gave no resistance as bloodied arms punched holes in the wood, flailing around for anything to grab.

*BEEP*

They're unholy screeches pierced the ears of their upcoming meals, causing the survivors to back up even further.

*BEEP*

The door gave way, letting loose the monsters. Their skin peeling off and flesh rotting, they hissed and snapped their jaws as they charged into the room. Everything happened so quickly, Spike never had a chance to react as he was pinned to the wall.

Trying to wrestle the creature off, he held it by the throat as he reached for his knife. Desperately trying to stay alive, the creature started to slowly inch towards Spike. His knife out of his reach, he had no choice but to hold onto the creature.

*BEEP*

The creature just a inch away, Spike couldn't tell what was spittle on his face and what was tears. His energy failing, the creature lunged forward and sunk it’s teeth into Spike’s neck.

“AAAAAUGGH!!”

Flailing around in his bed, he flopped onto the floor like a dead fish, bringing all his zombie comic books with him. Peeling off the one that landed on his face, he stared at the cover that features the comic's main protagonist, Sheriff Gravestone, bashing a zombie's skull in as it ripped into the face of a background character.

Heh, that's the best issue yet, he thought to himself. Picking up all of his comic book and stacking them neatly on his bedside table, he somewhat fixed his bed. Once he deemed it was good enough, he crossed the room to the connected bathroom with everything he needed: sink, shower, and toilet, and mirror.

Using the toilet and taking a quick shower, he stood in front of his sink as he stared at his reflection in the mirror. Completely nude, he took a examined his body. While not as lanky as Mr. Cake and not as muscular as Big Macintosh, he was proud of his toned arms and legs with slight definition. His barely formed six-pack may not have been impressive to some, it was a lot better than that belly he had when he was younger.

Raising his arms by his head, he flexed his muscles. His mind going down the gutter, he started to imagine a couple of mares rubbing his arms. Forming the face-less mares into the spa twins, blood began to rush downwards. It did not take long for the teenage drake to become diamonds at a simple thought. Staring at his dragonhood, this was the part of his body he was very proud of. From the books he has read, his 9 inch mare tamer was almost close in length to a stallion. While it may be a little more narrow, and differently shaped, dragons have three times the stamina when compared to stallions. Based on that information, he concluded that he could possibly please a mare several times (or several mares) in one night before getting tired.

Lowering his arms and running back to his room, he walked to his dresser that was to the right of his bed. Pulling out the last drawer, he sifted through old clothes he does not wear much for a bottle of coca scented lotion. Opening the bottle, he squirted a healthy amount of lotion into his hand before sitting down. He shifted to get comfortable on his bed and caused his dragon cock to point straight up. Leaning on his right hand, he took his lotion-covered left hand to rub it all over his shaft. Jumping a little from the cold cream, his heart sped up. Grabbing his shaft firmly, he slowly strokes his cock as he closes his eyes.

Thinking of the spa twins again, he thought of them right in front of him and on their knees. In his mind, Aloe was slowly jerking his red dick while Lotus was sucking the tip.

Going from long, slow strokes, he switched to short, rapid strokes. Back in his mind, Aloe jerked him off faster as Lotus pulled her mouth off with a small ‘pop’ and started to lick his heavy nuts. Breathing heavily, imaginary Lotus alternated between each orb, sucking and licking both of them. As Lotus worshipped his sack, Aloe whispered to him, “please sir, let us taste your cum”, she held her mouth open with his dragonhood aimed right at it.

With only Spike’s breathing and the audible, fapping noises, he continued along his imaginary threesome. Lotus took both of his nuts into her mouth and greedily sucked on them. She did her best to run her tongue over them as she kept both in her mouth. Breathing harder, he involuntarily bucked his hips as he neared closer. False-Aloe was waiting for him to finish right on her tongue as she kept stroking.

Letting out a almost guttural, low moan as he shot thick ropes of cum into Aloe’s awaiting maw. He splattered her face and breasts while she moaned throughout the entire cumshot. She closed her mouth and made a over-exaggerated gulp, then re-opened her mouth and stuck her tongue out.

“Oh Spikey-Wikey, that was simply divine.”

Spike opened his eyes, his fantasy abruptly ending. Rarity? he thought to himself. He stood up, quickly realizing that he now has to clean thick strands of spunk off the floor. He headed straight to the bathroom for some toilet paper. Going back next to the bed, he started to wipe his essence off the smooth floor, lightly growling to himself.

While a little agitated over having to clean so much, he was more mad at himself. He wish he could get over Rarity, but he wants that angelic mare more than ever thanks to hormones. He tries his best to avoid her, only speaking to her if he needs to. He stopped asking his friends about her as well, why bother since there was no point.

He wanted to confront her and ask why, the not knowing bothered him greatly. Is it because they are different species? Or that he is still young?

Maybe she is just not that into you.

Shaking his head, he focuses to task at hand. Making sure it was all wiped up, he flushes flushes a the evidence away and gives his hands a quick wash. Leaving the bathroom, he headed back to his dresser. Opening various drawers, he grabbed a plain white t-shirt, a pair of faded jeans, and some socks. Quickly getting dressed, he then turned around and stopped by his bedroom door. He slipped his feet into a pair of brown, steel-toed boots.

Opening the bedroom and stepping out, he closed the door behind him and started his short trek to the Royal Kitchen™. The walk allowed his head to clear. Thinking of his other friends, his mood was improving greatly. He thought of Pinkie (and her huge breasts), Rainbow Dash (and that tight ass), Flut-

Gah! Stop it! He mentally berated himself, becoming painfully aware that he should of rubbed a couple more out. Stopping at the entrance to the kitchen, he took a minute to calm himself (and force Spike Jr. away).

Deadkittensdeadkittensdeadkittensdeadkittensdeadkittens

Thanks to the (horrifying) mental images, his heart rate slowed down and his dragoonhood went back to the depths it crawled out of.

Buck you, puberty.

Grasping the handles to the large, double doors, he pushed forward and slowly opened the doors. Once inside, and letting the doors close automatically, he saw the only other inhabitant of the castle. Twilight Sparkle sat at a small table that she placed there a few months ago, still wearing a blue tank-top (with no bra) and purple pajama bottoms.

To this day, Spike still thanks Celestia that he cannot bring himself to think of Twilight Sparkle in a sexual manner.

She took notice of him, “Good morning, Spike! I already made breakfast.”, she said as she magically levitated a plate with a large stack of pancakes, covered in melted butter, onto the opposite end of the table. She brought over a fork and a bottle syrup and placed it next to his plate.

“Morning Twilight, and thank you, you didn't have to do that”, he smiled at her as he sat down to pour syrup over the pancakes.

“The least I can do is make breakfast once in awhile for my hardworking drake.”

Spike rubbed the back of his head, “All I do is kick trees...”

“It doesn't matter, I'm proud that you are becoming responsible”, she said while giving him a sad smile, “It shows that you are ready to take the first steps towards independence.”

“Ah come on, Twilight, I will always need you. You're like a mo- sister to me.”

Spike blushed at from the slip, hoping that she didn't notice. Twilight pretended she didn't hear that and said, “And you will always be my baby brother” she happily grinned, “hurry up and eat, Applejack will work you harder if you are late.”

Getting the hint, he quickly ate the large stack. Almost done, he grabbed the glass of milk held by Twilight’s telekinesis and choked it down. “Thanks, Twilight”, he said as he jumped out of his chair and threw his dirty dishes in the sink. Making sure he cleared his junk off the table, he began to leave.

“Wait!” She got out of her chair and ran after him.

Almost leaving the kitchen, he turned around to face her. She ran into Spike and held tightly onto him. Realizing what was happening, Spike wrapped his arms around her smaller frame.

“I'll see you later, ok?”, he whispered to her.

“Mmhm”, was her only response as she buried her face in the crook of his neck.

A few seconds later, she let go of him. Once he was free from the Alicorn’s grasp, he left the kitchen and disappeared around the corner.

Twilight sat back down at the table, pouting in silence. She hopes that he will not be moving out anytime soon, he is still only on his first job! Sure, dragons like him can easily get high-paying jobs that would be considered ‘dangerous’ for ponies. But being the worrier that she is, she started writing a mental checklist for every thing he will need to learn before starting a life of his own.

Once the cogs in her brain stopped spinning, she thought of Applejack.

Maybe I’ll have time to see her when she is done working, she thought whilst running her thighs together.

> Chapter 3
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Like every other day, the Ponyville Market was crowded with loud, impatient ponies. Passive-Aggressive customers fighting each other for the best deal, overly nice stall owners hoping to sell their over-priced wares. Spike always hated this area, always have to force himself through the crowded road. He tried to be polite but these ponies are anything but. Drowning out the stall owners yelling over everybody, he saw the light at the end of the tunnel. Just a few more feet and he's out of this hellhole.

Pushing through the last few bodies, he broke free to the other side. Free from the wolf den, he came across houses and various stores. The chatter behind him was slowly fading out, making room for the chirping of birds. He picked up his pace to make up for lost time. Weaving in-between houses, he saw his place of employment in the distance. Nothing but trees, he still had a ways to go.

He walked by the fence that marked the Apple’s property, staring at the sign that hangs over the entrance to the farm. The vibrant trees are even more beautiful up close. The sweet smell of grass and fresh apples was always welcome. His job was very demanding but very rewarding. He was free to work as long as he wanted...if he showed up on time. 25 bits per tree was the going rate, easy money if you ask him. He may not look like it, but doing physically demanding jobs was easy, thanks to Twilight Sparkle....and Rarity….

Try to shove her out of his mind, he spied somepony sitting on the fence, right next to entrance. The white fur and red mane told him it wasn't a Apple. Paying them no mind, he walked next to the unknown pony before a hand shot out and stopped him.

“Hello Spike~”

Sighing to himself, he turned towards the strange pony and saw none other than Roseluck.. Staring at the pony, he saw none other than Roseluck

“Hello, Roseluck…”, He said with feigned politeness. Her choice of attire left little to the imagination. The purple tank top barely held her breasts while her thighs were on full display thanks to the green short-shorts. As much as Spike enjoyed the view, he was also incredibly annoyed. It just had to be the day that he was almost late to work.

Roseluck gave him a predatory smile and placed her hand on his chest, “Fancy seeing you here”.

“I work here….everypony knows I work here…”

“Well, I guess it was just fate” she said while running her hand up and down Spike's chest, over his shirt, “Me and my sisters just wanted to know if you can stop by our place afterwards?”

“For. What?”, Spike was hesitant to ask, he already had an idea of what they want. She continued rubbing the palm of her hand over Spike’s developing pectoral muscles, “Oh a little bit of this…..a little bit of that”, she lowly purred.

Gently moving her hand away, Spike steeled his nerves. Like a prey fighting back against one higher than him on the food chain, he projected as much confidence as he could, “Listen, I need to go to work. I would...love…to continue this conversation another time, ok?” Or never.

Not getting the hint, she pulled her hand free from his grasp and continued to rub his chest, “Well it’s later now, let's continue.”

Spike tried his hardest to not yell at her, at this point, he probably already lost a day's pay. Picking up on his facial expressions, she continued, “Aw come on, what's the harm in missing one day?”, she ran her hand further down his chest, and down to his pants, “Don’t you wanna just bend me over and take me right here, right now?”

She ran the palm of her hand over his increasing bulge, over his thick jeans. Spike’s mind blanked once she touched him inappropriately, his body rocketing into overdrive over the unknown contact. His mind torn into two, one side telling him to call for an adult while the other side told him to fuck her right in the pussy.

“Come on, Spike, give this thirsty flower a good shower”, she moaned the last part a little too loudly.

Spike can her nipples are harder than diamonds, right through her tank top. A all too familiar force started to awaken in him, telling him to take her, and own her. Her ministrations made his cock completely stiff, begging to be free of its confined space.

Spike barely moaned, just enough for her to hear. Even though he cannot feel much, it is still an exciting sensation. She leaned over, placing her head just inches away from his groin. “Does the bad dragon want me to suck his cock?”, she said while she grabbed the zipper on his jeans.

“Oh, yes ple-”

“ROSELUCK, GIT OUT OF HERE ‘FORE I GET MA BAT!”

“Eep!”, was the last sound she made as she pulled away from Spike and hopped off the fence and sprinted back into town, “Bye, handsome!~”, she yelled in the distance before turning around and continuing to flee.

A fuming Applejack came stomping up, next to Spike, “And you stay away from my property, ya hear!” Turning her attention to Spike, she calmed down a bit, “you alright, Spike?”

“Uh…”

“Spike?”

Applejack has reached mastery in cockblocking!

Refusing to reboot, he kept staring at the fence, waiting for Roseluck to magically appear. Applejack patted Spike on the back, “Come on, Spike, nothing like a good day of hard work to take yer mind off things”, wrapping her arm around his shoulders, she guided the still unresponsive dragon to the front porch of her home. She sat him down on the stairs, “Be back in a sec”, she opened the front door and went inside.

Spike wasn’t sure how he got here, his virgin mind was still recuperating. He is very grateful that Applejack scared away Roseluck, but he is sorta disappointed that she didn’t come just a little bit later.

He may lack experience when it comes the opposite sex flirting with him, but even he knew that she wanted the dick. Losing his virginity is currently in his top priorities, but losing it to her? Roseluck and the Nympho-Trio? Something about that didn't sit right with him, they must have experience and at least one of them desire him.

It could be that she wanted sex and nothing more. Spike wants to get laid but just thinking about ‘wam-bam-g’day-dir’ made him feel dirty.

I don't know….maybe I've just been hanging around mares for too long...

“Here ya go, Spike”, he focused back to reality, looking up to see Applejack standing over him, holding out a water bottle for him. He took the bottle and ripped the cap off, he took four large gulps before dumping the rest on his head. The cooling sensation on his scales did helped to subdue his raging hormones. “Thanks, Applejack”, he lightly said, “and thank you for helping me out, too”.

She smiled at him, “no problem, Spike”, her smiling shortly faltering, “Ain’t right of her to prey on you like that”. He scoffed and said, “it was both scary and...exciting.” Applejack chuckled to herself, “Ah’m sure it was”.

She stood up and held out her hand, “here, lemme help you up”. Spike grabbed her outstretched hand and was pulled up, “Alright, let's get goin’, sugarcube”. Applejack turned around and headed towards the trees, with Spike in tow. Following behind her, his eyes went straight to her behind, her jeans fit snugly around her juicy ass. Her red-and-white checkerboard, long-sleeve, flannel shirt and her signature stenson complemented her perfectly. Her pony-tailed mane and pony-tailed tail was almost cute to him.

Seeing himself in her ass, he almost ran into her when she stopped. “Alright, Spike, you know the drill, let's get goin’, she said as she stretched her legs.

“Yes, ma'am”, he walked past her and continued further into the farm.

“and quit starin’ at my ass!”

Stopping dead in his tracks, he almost voided his bowels on the spot.

Knees weak, palms spaghetti, he slowly turns to face Applejack.

“Uhm...what?”

Smooth

She gave him a small smile, “just messin’ with ya, Spike.”

Letting out a sigh of relief, “You almost got me”, he turned away and continued further down the farm. Chucking to himself and praising the sun that he didn't get bucked hard (the bad way), he stopped at a row of trees. Raising his leg, he began his work day.

Kick tree, acquire currency. It is hard, sweaty work but the heat never bothered him anyway. Kicking at trees for a few hours, he decided to rest against a bucked tree.

He contently sighed as he gave his muscles a rest. The sweat built up on him helped cool him off in the gentle breeze. Sliding down to sit, he brought his legs close to him to prop his arms on his knees.

The serene atmosphere brought a smile to his face. He closed his eyes and laid his head against the tree.

…

Minutes pass, the rustling leaves and his quiet breathing almost lulled him to sleep. The sound of heavy boots crunching leaves broke the tranquility, causing him to look up to a orange-furred mare.

“Oh hey, Applejack, I’m just taking a break.”

“It’s fine, Spike, I jest wanted to let ya know that, considerin’ what happen’d today, ya can leave take the rest of the day off.”

“Thank you, Applejack, buu…”

“Ah’ll still pay you fer the day.”

“...uut I am pretty tired.” Spike gave her a innocent grin.

Applejack smiled a little, “Pinkie wanted to know if you would stop by Sugar Cube Corner.”

Spike stood up and stretched, “hmm, some of Pinkie’s pie sound good right now”

That has more than one meaning.

Trying to keep his erection minimal, he waved to Applejack, “I’ll see you next week.” Applejack watched he headed towards the entrance to the farm.

She took her Stenson off her head and held it to her chest, “I think I just fed Spike to a hungry wolf…”

“Eyup”

She turned around to see her big brother, Big Macintosh, standing with him arms crossed and a smile on his face.

Raising her right eyebrow, she asked “and just what are you smilin’ at?”

His only response was a shrug.

She let out a small sigh, “Ah figured as much.”

He walked up to her placed his hands on her shoulders. Hesitating for a few moments, she finally said, “yeah, yer right, Pinkie wouldn’t do anythang too bad.”

“Eyup”

“Thanks for puttin’ ma mind at ease.”

“Eyup”

She placed her Stenson back to it's rightful place, “Ah’m gonna go see Twilight, will you be alright here?”

He gave her a smirk before responding with another poetic, “Eyup”.

Blushing a little, she scowled at him, “OH HUSH”, she yelled before scrunching her face and stomping off, leaving a guffawing IDIOT behind.

> Chapter 4
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After a quick wash at home and a clean black shirt with clean jeans, he stood outside the entrance to Sugarcube corner. It was closing time and the place seemed to be empty.

Despite the entrance being closed, he decided to open it and come in anyways. Stepping inside, causing the bell to ring, he saw Mrs. Cake cleaning off tables and booths with a wet cloth while Mr. Cake placed the chairs, upside-down, on the tabletop.

Mrs. Cake looked up, “sorry, deary, we’re cl- oh! Hello, Spike, it’s good to see you!”

Spike waved at the couple, “Hello, Mr. and Mrs. Cake, how are you?”

Mr. Cake chimed in, “We’re doing great. I assume you're here to see Pinkie?”

“Yes, sir.”

Wiping up the fudge on the last dirty table, she turned to face him and said, “Oh please, no need to be so formal all the time.”, she gave him a small smile, “Anyways, Pinkie will be down soon, why don't you have a seat over there?”, she turned to point at the only large booth in the back corner of the store.

“Thank you”, he walked toward the booth and sat down, sliding to sit right in the middle. He shifted a few times, getting his bad dragon secured. Once he deemed he was comfortable, the married couple had already disappeared into the kitchen.

The sound of a ticking clock behind him was his only company as he waited for his pink friend. Drumming his fingers against the table, he thought back to Roseluck from earlier. He can still vividly recall her revealing attire, and just how much she wanted to have sex with him.

He already ran through 47 scenarios of him doing kinky and depraved acts with her but something felt off about it. As much as he wanted to get laid, something about losing his virginity to Roseluck did not sit well with him.

Say what you will, but he wants some romance with it, not ‘wham-bam, g’day sir’. He wants a mare that wants him for him, not for another notch on their belt. Most stallions would be just fine with that, but when your company is Twilight 80% of the time and the other 20% is the girls or Big Macintosh, you are bound to change.

He may be naive, but he is not (completely) stupid. 

NOW if it was Fluttershy instead…, he thought to himself.

He could already see it, Fluttershy, in all of her curvaceous glory, sitting on that fence, just waiting for him. Her jeans would already be around her ankles while her sweater is lifted up to expose her large breasts, begging to be played with. She would be wearing purple eye-shadow and black mascara as she gives him a devilish smirk, beckoning him to come close to her with her finger. As he awkwardly stumble over to her, she gives him a quick kiss on his lips, placing her hands on his chest. She slowly slides down his body, dropping to her knees and begs for his cock...

…

He may be a gentledrake but he is still a pervert, don't judge him. Anyways, back to the daydr-

“Oh, Spiiiiike!”

Shit

Horribly yanked away from his daydream, he saw a smiling Pinkie Pie bouncing down the stairs, two steps at a time (and causing those squishy tits to jiggle everywhere….mmh…)

BAD BRAIN, he mentally chastised to himself.

Thinking about one of his best friends in a lewd way, his dick became diamonds and was ready to punch a hole in his jeans. Between everything he has witnessed so far, he was a leaky faucet ready to blow.

Pinkie had reached the bottom stair and gave Spike a big wave, “HI, SPIKE!”, her deep, v-neck T-shirt seemed to be one size to small,causing her to not only show off a generous amount of cleavage but also cause her ample bosom to look incredibly firm yet bouncy. Her pink skirt stopped at just above her knees, showing off her muscular yet plump earth pony legs and her plain, brown sandals revealed her cute, perfectly manicured feet. She ran over to the booth he was at and leaned over the table, squishing her breasts against the hard surface and causing them to spill out of her shirt a little.

He (tried to) made eye-contact with her, and shakily spoke, “H-Hi, Pinkie…”

She kept smiling at him, “I’m so glad you are here! I was making a new pie recipe, that I call ‘Pinkie Pie’s Pink Pie’, and I needed somepony to try it but I didn't who to call!? Ghostbusters? Hmm…. ANYWAYS, I thought ‘Why not Spike? He likes pie!’. So, I want YOU to be the first to eat my pie!”

“Your what, now!?”, Spike almost jumped from his seat.

You should really stop reading those dirty magazines...

“My pie!” she reached her hands under the table, pulling a pie out and placed it in front of him. It was indeed a pie and was definitely pink, just like she said.

“Oh”, was his only response, with a tone of slight disappointment.

She sat down on his left and scooched close to him, “I made it with strawberries, raspberries, cherries, and passion fruit!”, she closed her eyes and gave a proud smile, “pretty tasty, if I do say so myself…”.

Returning to her trademarked smile, she said “I need you to eat my pie, Spikey! I’ve always been told that my pie was a little fruity so I hope you don’t mind!”

“I thought you just made this today…?”, Spike stared at Pinkie with a puzzled expression.

“Uh-huh!”, she smiled happily at him.

“So ho- you know what? Never mind.”

“Okie-Dokie-Lokie!”, she handed him a fork, “here you go, try it!”

Spike looked down in front of him to see a slice of pie sitting on a small, ceramic plate, the mixed fruit seeping out the sides.

Unable to comprehend how she managed to cut out a slice when he never broke eye contact, “HOW!?! I was staring at you the whole time!”, he almost shouted as he pointed to the plate.

“Ninjas!”

“Why am I not surprised?”, Spike ran his hand down his face. Silently admitting defeat, he took the fork out of Pinkie’s hand and cut off a corner of his slice. Pitting the morsel in his mouth, he was surprised by how good it actually was. The fruit blended together really well together, with the right balance of fruity tartness and sweetness. He spoke up, “wow, Pinkie, this is really good”, he took another bite, much larger than before.

Pinkie almost jumped out of her seat. She threw her arms in the air, spreading confetti everywhere, she yelled, “YAY! I’m so happy you liked it, Pinkie Pie does not disappoint...unless of she did!”, she gasped loudly, “What if she did disappoint! She would be so sad!

…

“I mean me….”, she chuckled a little, blushing.

Spike put his fork down and made sure to swallow the food in his mouth. He wrapped his arm around her smaller frame and pulled her close, “Pinkie….you’re so silly.”

Humming to herself, she leaned against the drake. The close contact made her even more happy than usual, the feeling of his scaled arm around as she pressed herself against him made her heart speed up a little. She looked up at him to see him smiling at her as his eyes stared right into her own. Blushing a little, she kept staring at him, almost ready to kiss him.

No, bad Pinkie, she thought to herself.

Grr. Bark.

Good girl, only a little while longer...

Instead of kissing him, she saw an equally fun opportunity. She turned her body to face him and pushed herself up. Pressing her breasts against him, she brought her face up to meet his. Sticking her tongue out, she licked some of the crumbs that he left on the corner of his mouth. Before he had a chance to ask what she was doing, he froze the second he felt her tongue on his face. His face turned into a crimson red as she licked the very edge of his mouth

Pinkie slowly licked her lips and said, “tasty….” in a breathy voice. The sweetness of her pie and salty flavor of his scales sent shivers up her spine. Pinkie wanted to keep licking his face “for crumbs” but she had to focus! She needed to wait for the other 50% of her plan to show up.

As silly as it may sound, Spike thoroughly enjoyed getting licked. It’s not everyday when your hot friend wants to lick you.

Hello, new fetish!

He was ready to excuse himself to the restroom for a quick one until he heard footsteps coming towards them, from the kitchen. Pinkie quickly sat down and started to casually eat the pie slice, acting as if nothing happened.

Mrs. Cake poked her head out from the kitchen, “You two having fun out here?”

Giving Mrs. Cake her award winning smile, Pinkie spoke up, “so much fun!”, she jabbed her elbow in Spike’s side, “right, Spikey?”. He merely nodded.

“I’m glad to hear that. I just wanted to let you two know that me and Carrot are gonna take the twins out for some fresh air.”

Mr. Cake bolted out of the kitchen and into the counter. Leaning against, he tried to act casual as he tried to fix his disheveled mane, “A-Are you sure about this, honey, too much outside could be bad for t-them.”

“Oh, pish-posh, they will be fine!”, Mrs. Cake patted her husband on the side before heading back into the kitchen.

Mr. Cake walked around the counter and straight to Spike and Pinkie. “Are you two sure you will be fine here?”, he mainly directed his attention to Spike, a looks of pity and sympathy on his face.

“Me and Spike will be fine all by ourselves…”, Pinkie turned her attention to Spike, who was content with eating. “See? Just fine...”

“B-But are you abso- ACK!”

Mr. Cake was grabbed by a blue arm and was dragged back into the kitchen. Out of sight, he faced his wife, his voice shaky from his nerves, “Is this a good idea? It feels like leaving a filly to a pack of Timberwolves.”

Mrs. Cake leaned in and gave her husband a quick kiss on his lips, “Honey, it will be fine. They’re adults, OK? I'm sure they will be responsible.”

Rubbing his hands together, he tried to offer a rebuttal, “B-But-”

Mrs. Cake pressed her finger against his lips, shushing him. “It will be fine, honey. I know that she will be very gentle with him.” She saw the look of worry still on her husband's face, “besides…”, she said while smirking at him, “maybe later you can...frost my buns?”

Completely forgetting about the dragon, he sported a goofy smile on his face and said, “well, my frosting bag does need to be emptied…”

She gave a little moan. Running her hands over his chest, she leaned in and whispered, “I hope it is still delicious as it was last time…”

Mr. Cake snaked his hands around his wife and pulled her close to him, making sure to grab a handful of each asscheek.

“Oh~ Mr. Cake, you naughty stallion!”, she lightly purred.

The married couple leaned into each other and closed their eyes, pressing their lips together and sharing a passionate kiss. Their kiss was full of love and lust, as if they were still a young couple dating. Mr. Cake squeezed her ass harder as he pressed himself further into the kiss, forcing his tongue into her mouth. Mrs. Cake took it as a challenge and removed one of her left hand from his chest and began to run her it over his stiffening bulge, getting a gentle murmur from him as she engaged him in a tongue wrestle.

He (sadly) pulled away from the sloppy makeout shortly after and whispered to her, “how about a quick one, honey?”

She smiled at him as she grabbed the zipper on his pants, “I like the sound of that…”, she started to slowly pull the zipper down, “kids are upstairs...Pinkie is distracted…”, she unbuckled his pants and stared deep into his eyes, “...but we have to go.”, she pulled away from him and turned around, leaving the kitchen.

“W-Wait! Go where?”

Stopping in the doorway, she turned her head, “To the park of course! Pound and Pumpkin need some fresh air.”

Dejected, and feeling a sense of deja vu, his only response was “Oh.”

“Just look on the bright side honey, they will be too tired to bother us…”, she gave him ‘bedroom eyes’ before finally leaving the kitchen.

Walking out into the dining area, Mrs. Cake passed by Spike and Pinkie. While the dragon was not looking, she gave Pinkie a quick wink before heading up the stairs.

/\/\/\/\

“Bye, Mr. Cake! Bye, Mrs. Cake! Bye, Pound Cake! Bye, Pumpkin Cake!”, Pinkie yelled out the the family before they could head out the door, furiously waving at them.

“We’ll be back in a few hours”, Mrs. Cake said as she shoved her husband out the door, with their kids in tow, and quickly left to shut the door behind them, leaving Spike and Pinkie all alone…

The couple settled with eating in comfortable silence (uncomfortable for him). Spike couldn’t help but to look at Pinkie every so often. Every time he looked at her, should would dart her eyes away from him. He wanted to say something but how was he supposed to respond to getting his face licked? He loved it but what did it mean? Did it even mean anything? Are Twilight and the others just a little too close? Is he overthinking it? Who will be evicted next from the Big Brother house?

Too many questions and no answers make Spike a frustrated dragon. He figured it was best to drop it altogether until he could gather more information and then formulate a hypothesis. Maybe Twilight can help. He took a deep breath and faced the pretty pink pony. Working the courage to speak, he was interrupted by faint knocking on the front door.

“OH, I GOT IT!”, Pinkie yelled, in his face, as she leaned over to slowly crawl out of the seat, sticking her ass out and towards Spike, lightly making it bounce.

Sir, target acquired! Commence operation ‘Slap That Ass’?

NEGATIVE!

Spike, wide eyed and slack jawed, stared at the plump behind. Her skirt raised up on its own, revealing a light blue thong. While her marehood was hidden, the thin cloth vanished in the depths of her ass, giving him an full, uncensored view of each cheek. His erection went full throttle as his face became very hot. Trying to control his breathing, he felt light-headed as the only thing that mattered in the world right now was a big ol’ booty. He wanted to grab her plump butt and play with it forever. Grabbing and kneading it like dough, smacking it until a different shade of pink showed up, holding onto it for dear life as he took her from behind. Oh sweet Celestia, he wanted to watch her ass slam into his hips as she rode him. He kept his hands right in front of him and by the food, where they can behave. He wanted to look away, he should look away! That mare is one of his best friends! But, she does have a nice butt…

Pinkie herself was too busy with teasing Spike as she crawled out of the seat. It was a shame that her skirt “accidently” rose up and was on prominent display for her favorite male friend. It was also be a shame that Spike would have to grab her and pull her onto his lap. Not only that, but she needs to be spanked long and hard for being a bad mare. Pinkie would feel so bad for being a inconvenience, her only way of saying sorry is to let him play with her tits whenever he wanted...

Wishful thinking aside, she did not realise that she ran out booth space. Her hand felt air instead of faux leather as her torso fell towards the ground, the rest of her body shortly following after her.

Spike quickly shimmied over and out of the seat, making sure to step over her. He crouched down, “Pinkie, are you hurt!?”.

Pinkie, blushing from embarrassment, rolled onto her back and waved her hands front of her. She smiled as she quickly said, “I meant to do that!”.

Spike stared at her with a ‘pfff, yeah right’ kind of smile.

“I swear!”, Pinkie crossed her arms and looked away, adorably pouting.

Spike rolled his eyes as he smiled, “Really?”

She turned her head to look at him, still pouting, and eyed him intensely.

“Pinkie….”

She kept staring at him, scrunching her face.

Spike sighed, “Fine”.

Pinkie threw her hand out at Spike’s face, her pointer finger raised. Thrusting her hand forward a little, she poked him on the nose and yelled out “boop!”.

Spike scrunched his face for a few seconds before shaking his head and scratching his snout. “There, happy?”, he tried to sound agitated, but he could not help but to crack a smile.

“I am, Spikey!”. She leaned her upper torso up and threw her arms out. Wrapping her arms around the back of his neck, she gave him a quick kiss on the nose (with a audible “mwah!”) and pulled him on top of her, shoving his face into her breasts. After the three second hug, Pinkie pushed the the dragon off of her and put him into a sitting position. She pushed herself up and hopped onto her feet, having a quick stretch.

Spike was stunned, a eyefull of butt was nothing to a facefull of breasts. His face flushed a dark, crimson red. Trying to clear his mind, he needed a quick solution. One that would take less than a minute...

Pinkie looked over at the dragon, “Spike, are you OK?”, she asked him.

“Bathroom”, Spike pulled himself up and ran to use the first floor bathroom. He ran inside and quickly slammed the door behind him.

Pinkie stared at the bathroom door, blinking a few times before smiling. She look down at her breasts and grabbed them, “you girls did good…”, she softly spoke. She pushed up her boobs to give them each a quick kiss.

Letting go of her funbags, she was ready to check on Spike until she heard another knock. Letting out a loud gasp, she charged for the door. Grabbing the door handle, she slowly turned it. Once she heard the door make its last ‘click’, she pulled the handle as hard as she can, ripping the door open. She stuck her face out and yelled, “BOO!”

“EEK!”, a startled Fluttershy covered her face with her hands. Pinkie giggled hard, steadying herself on her knees. Fluttershy, in her usual attire of green sweater and jeans, lowered her hands and pouted at her pink friend. Still giggling, Pinkie stood up, Come on *heh* Fluttershy, it was *hahaha* just a prank.

Fluttershy continued to pout, “I-It was a scary prank…”

“Aww, I’m sowwy”, Pinkie wrapped her arms around the shy pony and pulled her face into her cleavage.

“Mmmfft!!”

“If your gonna motorboat, you better rev up that engine!”

“MMMFFT!?!?”

Pinkie released her grip in on Fluttershy, allowing her to pull herself away. Fluttershy’s face was covered in a red scarlet as she lightly panted. “P-Pinkie! What if he saw!?”, Fluttershy shout whispered.

“Don’t you worry your pretty little booty, Spike is rubbing one out in the bathroom!”

Fluttershy gasped as she was physically taken aback, “Oh, uhm….that’s, uhm…..uhhhhhh”, she grabbed a lock of her hair with both hands and started to play with it, seemingly stuck in a trance. Pinkie grabbed her friend and lightly shook her, “Snap into a Slimj-”, she cleared her throat and tried again, “Snap out of it, Fluttershee!” Fluttershy stop twirling her hair and looked at her pink friend. She angrily pouted again, “Don’t call me that!”

“Well, how else am I suppose to reboot you? Your boop-button doesn't work anymore!”

Fluttershy puffed her cheeks out before letting out a long sigh, “Pinkie?”

“Yeeeesss??”

“You're a butt.”

Aww, I love you too!”

The sound of a toilet flushing, followed by a running sink, distracted to two mares. Shortly after, Spike slowly walked out of the bathroom, his demeanor much more relaxed. He saw the extra pony and waved at her, “Oh hello, Fluttershy.”

“Hi, Spike”, Fluttershy said as she waved back.

“Is Harry feeling better?”

Fluttershy smiled, she loved how he cared for the animals as much as her. Always asking about them, helping to carry the heavy food, or to just help take care of the animals, without even asking for a ‘Thank You’. She has offered to pay him for his troubles but he always declined. She with never understand how this dragon is (thankfully) still single.

She has thought of a way to properly thank him, but even imagining doing that to a male, let alone Spike, scares her to no end. What if she choked, ya know?

Anyways, just another quality that caused her to fall in love. “He’s doing much better, thank you for asking”.

Pinkie bounced over to the stairs, landing on the first step, “come on you two, let's take this party upstairs!”. As the trio ascended the stairs, a bush outside rustled. A certain rainbow-colored horse darted out of the foliage as the two ponies and the dragon vanished from her view.

> Chapter 5
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Just outside Sugar Cube Corner was a whole different chapter...

Rainbow Dash was crouched outside the window of Sugar Cube Corner, almost hidden in the nearby bushes. She looked just in time to see Pinkie shoving her rear end into Spike’s face. She saw the dragon blush as his eyes locked on to her, with a ‘deer in headlights’ look. Normally, she would've of laughed at whoever was the poor bastard that it getting flustered by Pinkie but something about it being Spike made her peeved. She propped herself on her knees, with the intention took to keep watching.
...
She wasn't sure how long she was here, she doesn't even recall when Fluttershy appeared. She shook her head, attempting to refocus. Her boredom proving too strong to ignore, she was ready assume that nothing was gon-

Wait, what’s this?’

Rainbow watched with shock as the trio started to ascend the stairs and around the corner, presumably going to Pinkie’s room...just the three of them…

Worry was beginning to rear its ugly head, as it began to take over her. She should of known better than to keep thinking that nothing could happen here. She had a good idea as to what could happen.

Spike is….well, Spike….the same goes for Fluttershy. Having two harmless creatures in the same room? They will probably end up avoiding each other.

Now, Pinkie on the other hand….everypony has seen what she can do. While she may not be good at flirting like Rarity, she is a “hands-on” and “violates restraining orders” kind of mare.

Her tail flicking back and forth in aggravation, she clenched her hands, turning her knuckles white. All Rainbow wanted to do was come here to gorge on some cupcakes before breaking into Applejack’s barn for a nap. That was until she saw the closed sign. She became suspicious of this, the bakery was never closed at this time. To investigate, she thought the most reasonable and logical course of action was to hide in a bush and peer inside.

She hopped out of the shrubbery, startling a few passerby's as she brushed herself off. Completely ignoring them, Rainbow placed her hand to her chin, her mind already lost in thought. Ponies nearby stared at the pegasus as she hummed to herself.

“AH-HA!”

Ponies nearby got their second heart-attack for the day as Rainbow suddenly blurted out after moments of silence. She blushed and waved at them, “heh, heh….uh, sorry everypony”.

She stretched her wings as she crouched. Clenching the muscles in her toned legs, she pushed herself upright and gave her wings a hard flap, using the momentum to launch herself into the air, leaving a rainbow streak in her wake.

She was ready to fight fire with fire and knew what she needed to win. She flew over the town, buildings and other flyers becoming a blur of color and shapes. Thankfully, living her as long as she as, she learned to pinpoint landmarks while she flew, such as the town hall or Berry Punch’s Vineyard. The flight was short as she did a little flip in the air and landed feet first on the doorstep to Rarity’s home/business. Instead of knocking like a normal and polite pony, she instead barged right in, the unlocked door putting up no resistance. Stepping inside, she slammed the door behind her and yelled “Honey, I’m ho-o-o-ome!!"She looked around the main room of the boutique, various fabrics and sewing tools were laid haphazardly around, and a stallion mannequin laid on its side by the front door.

'Must of caught her during one of her “GASP, IDEA” moments’

“Rainbow Dash!?” Rarity poked her head from the kitchen before shortly coming around to greet her guest. Walking up to her pegasus friend, Rarity gave her an unamused stare, “You're not cute, you know that?”

Momentarily forgetting her reason for being here, Rainbow puffed her chest out, “I know, I'm just too awesome.”

Rarity rolled her eyes and cleared her throat, “Hello, Rainbow, what brings you by?” Rainbow scratched the side of her head, muttering to herself. After just five minutes seconds, she remembered as she threw her arms in the air, “We have a problem! Flutterboobs and Pinkie thighs want the Dragon Scepter and it’s up to us to claim it first!”

Rarity stared at her friend with a puzzled expression. “Wha…”, She then pinched the bridge of her nose as she huffed, “Rainbow, I swear to Celestia, if this is another one of your Daring Do fanfictions…”

It was Rainbow’s turn to be confused, “Wait, what?”

…

Rainbow gasped, letting out a distressed horse noise, as her eyes widened in surprise, “No! What fanfictions!? SHUT UP!”, she scrunched her face, blushing from embarrassment.

Rarity smirked, “Oh I know, darling…”

Rainbow, desperate to change the subject, grabbed her unicorn friend by the shoulders and looked her dead in the eyes, “That’s not important! What IS important is that Flutters and Pinkie are trying to get with Spike!”

Rarity said nothing, a shocked look on her face. She blinked a few times and pursed her lips, “W-Well, good for him…..I hope they will t-take good care of him….”, she let out a small sniffle before blinking again, “If that i-is everything, I have….errands…”

Rainbow cringed, mentally kicking herself for her own stupidity. She didn't really plan ahead that well and could've soften the blow to Rarity. “Listen, What I meant to say was that if those two are interested in Spike and are working together to get with him. I was just thinking….you like Spike and so….why don't me and you do the same?

“Like become partners to win Spikes heart?”, Rarity asked, in which Rainbow nodded in response, “but...you know he is over me…”, Rarity closed her eyes to fight back the tears.

Rainbow threw her arms in the air, “Oh come on! Do you honestly think that he just gave up wanting you just like that?”, Rainbow snapped her fingers to make her point, “He stared at your ass more than every other mare in this town combined! He wrote creepy love poems and used to sleep with a doll of you….and Faust only knows just how much of his spunk has coated that thing.”

Rarity’s heart jumped a little, imagining Spike hovering over her as she laid in her bed, rapidly stroking his shaft as he aimed it right at her, letting out a guttural moan as thick ropes of cum shot out and coated her breasts, some of it landing on her face and into her open mouth.

Filing that thought under “Secret Fantasies”, she felt a little giddy (and disturbed) over just how much Spike thought of her. Her happiness was short lived as she remembered how she recently caught him staring at other mares, how he would attempt to flirt back, and that he doesn't offer to help her anymore.

"But that was before….do you think he still feels the same way?”

"Well duh! The way he came at you, I'm surprised he didn't lock you in the basement a long time ago”. Rainbow chuckled fondly, “I remembered how jealous he would get when you wherever you would go out on a date. He would bitch and moan for hours but when he found out that it went nowhere, he would jump for joy….literally, he actually jumped in the air and would cheer”.

Rarity’s heart felt like soaring, maybe she could have a chance with Spike! But one question remained on her mind, “Rainbow Dash, are you and the girls interested in him as well?”

Rainbow looked down at the ground, her shoes suddenly becoming very interesting. “I don't know about the others but….I am….but I mean-”, she felt very shy and stupid for feeling shy, “-ever since that weird growth spurt he had, he became different, and I'm not talking about the fact that his is very hot.”, she paused for a moment, finally looking at Rarity, “He’s just different, ya know? Like in a good way.”

Rarity smiled at her friend, proud of her pegasus friend for opening up. She closed the distance between the two and held her arms out, wrapping them around Rainbow’s back to embrace her. Resting her head on Rainbow’s shoulder, she lightly chuckled, “I understand how you feel, he is better than most stallions”.

Rainbow chuckled as well. She wrapped her arms around Rarity's waist, “All the good stallions are taken while all the available stallions are douchebags.”

Rarity held on for a few minutes before pushing herself away, but not out of Rainbow’s arms. Placing her hands on Rainbow’s shoulders as she gave her a determined smile, “Who needs a stallion when we can get ourselves a dragon!”

"ALRIGHT!”, Rainbow let go of Rarity and pumped her fists in the air, matching her friends smile with her own, “This’ll be easy, thanks to our secret weapon!”

"What weapon, darling?”

“You!”

Rarity blushed a little as she bashfully smiled, “Oh, right”.

“And if that doesn't work, I have a back-up."

Rarity cocked her head to side, a puzzled expression on her face. Taking the hint, Rainbow pulled Rarity's hands off her shoulders and took a few steps back. Taking a deep breath she hiked her left leg into the air. The limb had no problem going straight up as she grabbed her ankle and held it behind her head. Her usual pair of tight shorts pressed against her, outlining her marehood in almost perfect detail. “Ta-da!”

"Oh my”, Rarity stared in awe, glancing at her friend's crotch, “I have never been able to do that.”[

"Those yoga sessions with Fluttershy really helps”, she gave Rarity a quick wink.

Rarity grinned, “Well then, Rainbow Dash, I think we will have no issue with winning over our dragon!”

“Damn right! I also like being spanked!”, Rainbow shamelessly added with a cheerful tone, smiling proudly as she kept her one-legged stance, “What about you, miss Rarity?”

A hard blush appeared on Rarity’s face, her eyes darting all over the room. “Well, uhm…”, she cleared her throat, coughing a little, “...I have been told by some stallions that...erm...I'm very good!”, she quickly turned around and rubbed her hands together, praying to whomever is currently listening that Rainbow believed her.

Rainbow lowered her leg and crossed her arms as she huffed, “Come on, Rares, I opened up so now it's your turn”.

Rarity spun around, almost getting whiplash, and stared at her friend with a small wince. Rainbow stifled a small laugh, “You kinda learn a thing or two from Applejack…”

Rarity hung her head in defeat. She hated how easy it is for the small group of friends to see right through each other. “F-fine…”, she groaned out. She took a deep breath, “Some stallions have told that I have a…..’skilled tongue’...so to speak…”

Rainbow’s arms shot up in the air as she almost yelled, “That's it!? You made it seem like you wanted to be tied down and groped by strange ponies!”

Rarity scrunched her face, anger starting to rise as tears began to well up in the corners of her eyes, “I am not comfortable with talking about my sex life!”

Rainbow took a deep breath, getting ready to yell back. She stared at her friends face and saw the look of anger and embarrassment. Looking at ground for a moment, she checked her emotions before speaking, “I’m sorry, Rarity”, Rainbow looked at her friend in regret.

Rarity de-scrunch-ified her face. The anger within in rapidly dissipated from seeing Rainbow’s expression. “It’s OK, Rainbow”, she brought her hands up to wipe her eyes. She examined her fingers, “Did I smudge my makeup?”

Rainbow rolled her eyes, chuckling at Rarity’s obsession with her appearance. She gave her a quick once over, “Still fine as always~”.

Rarity huffed and crossed her arms, a small blush appearing again on her cheeks, “Must you make everything sexual?”.

Rainbow could only smile in response, “Oh yeah”. She then clapped her hands together, “All right Rares! What do we gotta do to get some DD?”

"DD?”

“Dragon Dick!”

“Rainbow!”

Rainbow shrugged, “I'm not sorry….”

Rarity pinched the bridge of her nose, “Sweet Celestia…”. She shook her head as plan began formulating in her head. She hummed to herself as Rainbow watched excitedly.

“Mhm-hmm….oh, yes….hmm, maybe…..”, was the only sounds coming from the unicorn’s mouth. Rainbow cleared her throat, breaking Rarity from her trance, “Well?”

Rarity smiled, “Don’t worry about a thing, darling, I will take care of everything. All I need YOU to do is get Spike tomorrow and bring him here.”

"Why can't you bring him here?"

"I have some...preparations...to make”.

Rainbow narrowed her eyes, “What kind of preparations?”

“Ones that involve you getting naked in front of Spike.”

A goofy grin appeared on Rainbows face, “Cool! So just bring dragon boy here?”

Rarity nodded. Rainbow let out a sigh of relief and wiped her brow, “Oh, thank Faust. For a minute there, I thought I was gonna have to do…”, she hunched over and lowered her voice to a harsh whisper, “...WORK!”

The unicorn clenched her teeth, narrowing her eyes at her lazy friend, “Yes….Terrible…”, she whispered, “ANYWAYS”, she clapped her hands, “I will see you two tomorrow morning, darling!”

Rainbow turned around and started to head for the door, “You got it, I’ll have him here at noon”, She opened the door and stepped out. She started to close it but stopped it. Looking her head back in, “Oh! Rarity, I should let you know that we should start getting comfortable with each other if you catch my drift”, she wagged her eyebrows at Rarity, “Gotta dash!”, She slammed the door close before Rarity could respond.

Rarity crossed her arms as she stared at the front door, annoyed from Rainbow’s comment, “I really hate that mare sometimes…”. She spun on her heels and headed for her kitchen, putting the final touches on the plan in her mind.

> Chapter 6
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Spike lightly gasped, his body shaking in nervousness. He was afraid of this, afraid that he wouldn't be able to rise to the occasion. In front of Pinkie and Flutters no less! He wanted to crawl in a hole and never leave. Beads of sweat dripped down his face as Fluttershy watched him, from her spot on the bed, with bated breath. Pinkie kept telling him that was okay. That there is no shame and to stop worrying so much. It did help calm him a little, it's not like they can expect him to be great if he's never done it before.

Still, he was nervous. He took a deep breath and attempted to guide it again. “Here, let me”, Pinkie soothingly whispered in his ear. She grabbed his shaky hands with hers, “There we go….just like that….”. She guided him to his target, setting him up for a perfect push. He was lined up and ready to go. He stared directly at the pink center, mentally swearing to himself that it begged him in. Gulping, he took a deep breath. Slowly exhaling, he arched his back and firmly grasped the shaft, ready to put all of his force into it.

Fluttershy gasped as she placed her hands over her mouth, her body shaking. She may have heard her friends talk about it but never thought she would see one this close. Sweet Celestia, it was so close! All of her friends would be incredibly jealous of this moment. Her fingernails dug into her face, leaving little red marks.

Spike closed one eyed, examining his target and triple checking that he is indeed cleared for landing. Rolling his head and giving his shoulders a quick shake, he steeled his resolve. Now or never he thought to himself. With a small grunt, Spike threw his hand forward, letting go of a small dart. It soared through the air and hit the wall with a small ‘thunk’.

“OOH”, Pinkie and Spike groaned out loud, as the trio saw the dart had landed next to the face of a crudely-drawn nightmare moon, complete with large, comical eyes and a long tongue sticking out at the players. A small pink circle was drawn right on her forehead, indicating a massive point bonus for whoever lands on it.

The wall was covered in darts, colors ranging from blue, purple, and red, both all over the picture and around it. The only dart the stood proudly was a red one planted right on the circle, Fluttershy’s dart. All it took was one dart to lock in first place.

Somehow holding a microphone in her hands, Pinkie stood next to Fluttershy and grabbed her hand, raising it into the air, “FLUTTERSHY WINS AGAIN!”. A loud 'Ding! Ding!’ played from a non-existent bell, echoing throughout the room.

“How does she do it!?”, Spike rhetorically asked. He smiled as he faced the winner and gave a small bow. Fluttershy bashfully looked away, waving her hand him. Her response was a blush and light giggling.

Pinkie let go of Fluttershy and flopped herself onto the bed, with her arms and legs splayed over the pink and blue sheets, “That mare wins EVERY time!” Spike and Fluttershy merely sat on the bed, flanking Pinkie of both sides. Spike chuckled at Fluttershy trying to hide behind her mane, “So nopony ever beat her at darts?”. 

“Nope! Never ever!”, Pinkie leaned over to Spike, away from Fluttershy. She raised her hand next to her mouth and loudly whispered, “We think she is a secret ninja!”

A small snort escaped Spike's lips, “But if she is a ninja, how can we see her?”

Pinkie turned to look at Fluttershy then back to Spike. Keeping her hand where it was, she loudly whispers again, “She’s a bad ninja!”

They both shared a giggle at Fluttershy’s expense, which only caused to pout under her mane. Pinkie laid back on her plush mattress and looked at her two guests, “So...what do you want to play next!? Neigh of Duty? BattleHorse™!? OR….hmmm…”

Fluttershy raised her hand, “I wouldn't mind pla-”

Pinkie’s eyes went wide, a light bulb nearly exploding in her head as a brilliant idea (to her) formed from the depths of chocolate covered brain. She waved her arms like a wacky, wavy, inflatable arm-flailing tubeman.A large toothy grin quickly crept up the pink pony’s face, striking fear into the hearts of her friends, “OH, OH!! STRIP POKER!”

“PINKIE!!”, Both Spike and Fluttershy yelled out in unison. They both blushed in embarrassment, now feeling the need to look at anything but each other.

Pinkie pushed herself upright and giggled at her friends, “I was just kidding…not really...”, she mumbled the last part to herself.

Trying to pass it off a Pinkie being Pinkie, Spike slowly cleared his embarrassment and directed his attention towards her, “Sorry, Pinks, I didn't quite catch that.”

She smiled shamelessly, almost tempted to yell out that last part but decided against it, “I said we have cupcakes!”, she yelled out cheerfully.

Spikes ears perked up as he heard ‘cupcakes’. He slowly rocked back and forth in his spot, licking his lips as he tapped his fingers together, “Sooo….they done?”

“Why yes they are!”, Pinkie slithered over to Spike and laid against his chest, giving him a large, quivering pout as her pupils dilated. Her eyes became shiny from the build-up of tears. She gave a pathetic, yet adorable, whimper whilst staring directly into Spike’s eyes. “Can you pleeeease get the cupcakes for us. It's soooo far”, she batted her eyelashes at him, driving the adorable spike further into his heart.

Spike HNNNG’d internally, his heart skipping a beat from cuteness overload. Turning his head away and clenching his eyes shut, he grabbed the adorable pony by her shoulder and pushed her off, “Alright, I’ll do it!”. He pushed himself off the bed and threw Pinkie onto his spot. He fast walked towards the door, quickly ripping it open and stepping out.

Sprinting down the hall, he gave his face a few slaps while stopping at the stairs, attempting to quell the urge to start petting the next mare he sees.

Quickly descending down the stairs, he power walked straight to the kitchen. Coming across the front register counter display rack...thingy, he placed his band on the smooth surface and hopped up, pushing himself to slide across the counter. He landed on his feet, managing to not mess it up.

'Hell yeah, nailed it. +500 points’, he thought to himself.

Stepping into the kitchen, he looked to his right to find a single cupcake standing proudly on the stove top. Stepping closer, he grabbed the small confectionary treat. He brought it close to his face, inspecting the odd mess of colors on the swirl of green frosting.

'Is that….? It is!!’, Spike grinned like a child in a candy store….cupcake store, doesn't matter, from seeing that Pinkie did indeed mix gem shards into it. Looking around him, he watched out for any prying eyes.

Believing to be in the clear, he took the paper wrapper off the cupcake and opened his mouth wide, shoving it in his mouth entirely. He slowly chewed on it, the sugar overload mixing with gems almost sent him into a orgasmic sugar shock. He began the scavenger hunt laid out for him, wandering around the kitchen in search of the missing cupcakes.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Pinkie poked her head out from her room, watching the dragon slap himself and head down the stairs. She gave a few giggles and slid back into her room. Stopping in front of Fluttershy, she clapped her hands, “Right! Fluttershy, we only have a few minutes! Stand up and turn around please!”

“Uhm….why?”

“Come on, it will only take a second!” Pinkie practically whined, stomping her feet in a impatient but giddy manner.

“Fine…”, Fluttershy stood up, following the pink mare's instructions as her back faced Pinkie. Pinkie gave a small grin, “Perfect!”. Reaching around Fluttershy’s shoulders, Pinkie placed her hands right on Fluttershy’s breasts. She gave a small ‘eep’ as a scarlet red blush rapidly formed on her face.

Pinkie gave her friend’s breasts a hard squeeze, “One squeeze for good luck!”. She then reached inside Fluttershy's green shirt, through the top and under her bra, placing her hands back on her target. She gave the mammaries another squeeze, “And another squeeze for good fortune!”. Pulling her friend’s boobs up, Pinkie made sure that Fluttershy’s cleavage became more pronounced, easily grabbing the attention of anypony who would be close. Pinkie kept alternating between pulling Fluttershy’s breasts up and pull her shirt down, constantly squeezing her friend with every chance she can get.

“Pinkie!! I could of done this myself!!”, Fluttershy whimpered.

Pinkie leaned her head close to Fluttershy’s ear, breathing heavily, “But that’s no fun, you silly pony”. Pinkie reached her hands under Fluttershy’s bra again, lightly running her hands around Fluttershy’s boobs. Fluttershy huffed, completely baffled by Pinkie’s antics, “W-What if he catches us!? He will be b-back any second!”

Pinkie huskily giggled, “Don’t worry your pretty little mane! I’ve hid cupcakes all around the kitchen! We have some time~”. Pinkie traced her palms in circles, directly on Fluttershy’s nipples, causing the nubs to harden.

Fluttershy bit down on her finger, desperately trying to stifle her moans, “Nhh...uh…”

Pinkie’s singsong voice rang out in Fluttershy’s ear, “I could play with these all day!~”

Fluttershy bit even harder on her finger, almost drawing blood as she began to lightly pant. She rubbed her thighs together, thoughts of being caught by Spike surged through her mind and sent more pleasurable tingles throughout her body.

“P-Pinkie, pleeaassee….I thought we were gonna w-wait!”

Pinkie stopped her actions, only cupping her friends boobs. She stared intensely at the ceiling, watching small specs of dust fly around. She only did this for a few seconds and went right back to what she was doing, “OK, we waited!”.

“B-But…”

Pinkie rested her chin on Fluttershy’s shoulders, Shh….your butt comes later~”. Pinkie refused to let go, as she grabbed as much of the fat tits she can in each hand and gave a moderate squeeze. Two yellow breasts spilled out between Pinkie’s fingers, the soft pillows easily morphing under the earth pony’s command.

Fluttershy unconsciously kicked her leg out. She was finding it harder to control her limbs. A small moan escaped her lips, a light but bearable pain shooting throughout her boobs. The blush on her face darkened, Pinkie knew what buttons to push in order to make this pegasus become hot and bothered.

She grabbed Pinkie’s wrists out to instinct. A part of her wanted pull Pinkie off, to stop this before she gets hurt. Pinkie tightened her hold, easily resisting Fluttershy's attempts. Using her muzzle, Pinkie brushed away Fluttershy’s hair from her shoulder, exposing her soft, yellow neck. She leaned her head forward and placed her plump lips upon the visible skin.

Fluttershy shivered as she felt a pair of soft lips dance across her neck, the very intimate contact caused her body to further heat up. Her face became flushed, deciding to instead place her own hands on top of Pinkie’s, encouraging the mare to not let go. Pinkie giggled while she lightly dragged her lips back and forth, leaving a thin layer of saliva. Pinkie breathed deeply, inhaling Fluttershy’s scent. The mixture of sunflowers and sweat almost made Pinkie fall over, her head becoming foggy.

She stopped momentarily, pressing her lips against Fluttershy’s neck. Pinkie gave a small 'mmhh’ as she kissed her neck.

“Nhh...P-Pinkie…” Fluttershy moaned out, her voice filled with passion but also trepidation.

“Shhh...don't worry…”, Pinkie whispers in Fluttershy’s ear, as she placed her hands on the side of Fluttershy’s boobs and placed small pressure on her boobs, smushing them together. Her nipples jutted out, trying to break through her shirt. Pinkie held her friend’s tits together for a few seconds and then released them, only to smush them back together again. She began to repeat this motion while she continued to kiss Fluttershy’s neck, her lips smacking against against each other and lightly furred skin. “I won't take it too far, Butterbutt”, Pinkie huskily whispered.

Fluttershy breathed heavily, she slowly became more relaxed. She leaned into Pinkie as pointless emotions like 'worry’ and 'dubious consent’ left her mind. She can trust Pinkie, she would never take it too far. Fluttershy rested her body against Pinkie’s. A moan escaped her lips, between the stimulation being given to her boobs and the nape of her neck was more than enough to cause her legs to shake.

The thought of Spike walking right in and find Pinkie groping her, treating her breasts as a mere plaything ran through Fluttershy’s mind. Normally, the thought of her being exposed would frighten the timid mare but her lust-riddled mind wanted her to be caught. With cloudy judgement, she her need to for Spike to enter the room and watch her slowly became powerful. Maybe he would stay and watch, smiling at the poor mares humiliation. Maybe Pinkie would force her onto her knees as Spike unzips his pants and lowers them, exposing his large erection.

She opens her mouth, drool running down her chin as she gives a small ‘ahh…’. Pinkie giggles as she keeps fondling Fluttershy’s tits, crouching down alongside her, “Look Spike, she is practically begging for it”. Spike approaches the kneeling mares, placing one hand on Fluttershy’s head and the other on the base of his cock. Fluttershy’s eyes could not break away from the sight of his throbbing dragonhood, only a couple inches from her face. She sadly moaned as pre-cum dribbled out and onto the floor. She glanced at the small puddle on the floor and looked back at Spike, making eye contact with him.

Her eyes screamed 'why!?’. She wanted to desperately lean over and lap up the pool of cum but was held in place by a earth pony and a dragon.

Grinning, Spike inched closer to Fluttershy and rested the tip of his cock on her tongue. Pre-cum continued ooze from his cock, slowly spreading itself over her tongue. She huskily moaned as her taste buds became assaulted with the salty substance. She let the thick spunk pool in her mouth, she wanted to taste nothing but her dragon’s delicious cum. Petting her mane, Spike lightly groaned as her hot breath ran over his entire shaft, “Come on...don't be afraid…”, he spoke in a soft tone.

Fluttershy giddily moaned from Pinkie roughly pinching her nipples. She squirmed from her spot as Pinkie harshly tugged and twisted the poor nubs, panting from the intoxicating cocktail of pain and pleasure. Fluttershy deeply inhaled, the musky scent of sperm filled her lungs. Her marehood twitched in response, her personal lubrication leaking down her thighs.

She shuddered from Spike's claws lightly dragging across her face, her hair being brushed away. Spike stared deeply into her baby blue eyes, “I want to see your beautiful eyes while I fuck your face…”, Spike spoke, his voice transited from gentle giant to dominant beast.

Her heart skipped a beat, the sudden change in his tone only made her pussy squirm in excitement. Drool ran down her chin, while she tried to keep her mouth open as wide as possible, letting out a small “aahhh….”.

Spike smiled, almost predatory like, and placed both hands on her head, gripping her tightly. He lightly chuckled “You naughty mare…yoo-hoo!”

Fluttershy pulled her head back, looking up at him with a confused expression, “Wha…?”.

Pinkie leaned her mouth close to Fluttershy’s ears, “OH YOOO-HOOO!!”

“GAAH!”, Fluttershy fell backwards from a pink hand invading her personal space, scaring her half to death as she landed right on her rump.

“Oops”, Pinkie giggled, leaning over her yellow pony friend “Wow! You were really lost in thought! What’cha thinkin’ about!? Ice cream!? Chocolate cake!?”, she rapidly rattled off.

Fluttershy looked up at the earth pony, momentarily forgetting where she currently is, “U-Uh….”

Pinkie loudly gasped, dropping to her knees and grabbing Fluttershy by her shoulders while giving her a big grin, “CHOCOLATE ICE CREAM CAKE!?!?”

“Uh….w-what?”.  Fluttershy eyes went wide, finally regaining her senses. Her hands shot to her crotch to hastily cover herself. Her face felt flushed as she felt a familiar dampness that resulted from her vivid daydream. She looked at Pinkie with fear written all over her face, tears welling in the corner of her eyes.

Pinkie’s smile slowly faded, her eyes darting all over her friend. She cocked her head to the side, a quizzical expression on her face as she tapped her fingers on her chin. She lightly hummed to herself as she wracked her brain for an answer.

…

…

*DING*

Pinkie immediately stood upright, the grin on her face rapidly becoming larger and larger. Placing her hands on her hips, she gave Fluttershy and eyebrow wag and giggled, “Oohhh, now I know why you zoned out!”

“P-Pinkie, I-I need help….p-please….”, Fluttershy tearfully whimpered out.

“Don't worry, I’ve got just thing!”, Pinkie turned around and literally bounced towards her dresser and fell to her knees. Opening the bottom drawer, she pulled out a few bits of random clothing and threw it to the side.

Pinkie cheerfully hummed to herself, slowly rocking her hips to the left and right. Pinkie humming combined with the noise of small objects smacking against each other was all that Fluttershy heard. She tried to look over Pinkie, curious as to what she was up to, craning her neck for a better view. “Pinkie, what are you-”.

“Got it!”, Pinkie cheerfully announced as she grasped a small object and turned it on.

Fluttershy heard a light vibrating noise emanate from the drawer. Pinkie giggled to herself, “this will help you with your problem!”

Fluttershy sat still for a few seconds, trying to piece together why the noise sounded all too familiar to her. She then quickly shimmied herself away, scooching backwards until her back was pressed against the bedroom door, “Nononono, I d-don’t need that!!”.

“Party pooper”, Her smile never wavering, Pinkie turned off her personal toy and dropped it back in the drawer. Standing back up, she opened the top drawer and grabbed a pair of panties, “OK! We can't use the Cakes bathroom so we will have to use the downstairs one!”

“B-But…”

“Don't you worry your pretty head”, Pinkie interjected, turning around and walking towards the bedroom door, “Pinkie will cover you, Cap’n!”.

Somehow already wearing a green bowl helmet, capable of completely concealing her massive mane, Pinkie leaps forward, towards her bedroom door, with a raised leg and kicks her own door down. The poor object was violently ripped from its hinges and flopped onto the floor. She squats low, leaning back just a tad and throws her weight forward. She curls into a pink ball and barrel rolls out of her room. Her tacticool maneuver was short lived because a solid wall wanted to greet her. She only rolled once and slammed ass-first into the wall, the wooden structure groaning from the heavy impact. Pinkie’s entire body violently shook, pain rapidly shooting throughout her entire body. “UNDER FIRE!”, she called out.

Straightening herself out, she lays on the ground and crawls across the carpet, down the hall and towards the stairs. Fluttershy merely watches her peculiar friend, nervously rubbing her hands together, “Am I supposed to be following you or….?”.

Pinkie stopped and turned her head around, directing her attention to Fluttershy. “Watch my six”, Commander P. Ponk Power Colt ordered before resuming her mission objective.

“B-But it’s noon….”

Pinkie ignored the rambling of her deranged sister in imaginary arms and continued her crawl, coming to the top of the stairs. She peered over the top step and scanned the room. “Fluttershy! What's your whiskey!?”.

“I don't like whiskey…”

“Uh….roger, roger.”, Pinkie stood up and brushed her shirt off. Giving her head a quick shake, the helmet popped off and slammed into the ceiling with a loud crack, getting stuck in the wood. She raised her hands and lightly patted her hair, feeling that is was already back in its usual state. “Quickly! To the bathroom!”.

Fluttershy slowly walked past Pinkie, momentarily stopping at the stairs before slowly descending.

*Squeak*
“Eep!”

…

*Squeak*
“Eep!”

…

*Squeak*
“Eep!”

Pinkie rolled her eyes, trying to stifle from giggling at Fluttershy for scaring herself by stepping on each squeaky step. She bit her lip, lightly punching her own thigh to stop.

*Squeak*
“Eep!”

…

*Squeak*
“Eep!”

Pinkie shook her head, forcing herself to put a stop to this. She leaned as close as she can to Fluttershy without falling, “Oh hi Spike! Wanna see Fluttershy's panties!?”

“AGAHA!! NUHHH!!”, Fluttershy’s wings shot out, instantly becoming rigid as irrational panic took over. She dived over the railing, her flight or flight instinct kicking in. Angling her body, she twirled in circles a few times before rocketing straight through the open doorway of the bathroom. The strong gust behind her pulled the door closed.

Pinkie smiled to herself, skipping down the stairs, “~Lalalala~”. Coming to the bottom floor, she bounced he way to bathroom a d rested her hands on the door knob.

“Everypony alright?”, A familiar male voice announced behind her.

“AAHH!!”, she screamed as she lunged at the closed door, slamming shoulder-first into the solid object. Her head swam with even more pain of the day. “Oww...ugh...It better be huge….”, She groaned as she rubbed her shoulder.

“What better be huge?”

Pinkie turned her head to look at the direction of the voice, her pupils becoming pinpricks. “Oh...Uh, SPIKE!”, she nervously smiled, “uhh...My bruise! ...Yes? YES, MY BRUISE! It's not worth it unless you get a big 'un!”, She awkwardly giggled at herself, rubbing her shoulder even faster in hopes that she will crap out a genie and get whisked away.

“Okay...uh...everything alright...with you two?”

Pinkie scoffed, nonchalantly waving her free hand at Spike. With her other hand on the door, she twisted the handle and opened it a few inches. Slowly working her way inside the bathroom, she crammed herself between the door and the frame. With small grunts, she ever so slowly forced herself through the small gap, with only her head sticking out. “We are just A-OK! Just need to take care of some mare stuff. Powder our noses and whatnot…”

She smiled while pulling her head through the gap, her cheeks comically puffing out as her head is being seemingly squished like a bag filled with jello. “We’ll be just a few!”, Pinkie's voice strained out right before she freed her face and slammed the door shut.

Leaning against the door frame, she whispered to nopony in particular, “That was a close...I forgot if I made huge cupcakes or not!”

/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\

“So, I'll just….”, Spike trailed off, unsure if they were even listening to him. He ran his hand through the soft-tipped spikes on his head, sighing. 'Mares are weird’.

Patting his legs, he aimlessly looked around the room, 'Do I wait or- Nah, that's creepy’

…

'Or is it….?’

…

'No wait, it's VERY creepy’.

He walked over to the counter and leaned over it, resting his elbows on the countertop. He looked to his left to eye the tray of cupcakes he left moments before surprising Pinkie. Picking one up, he slowly nibbled on it as he stared at the clock above him.

'Mhm...cupcakes for lunch….suck it Twilight….wait….It's past noon?’

“Shit”. He quickly stood up and ran over the bathroom door. Stopping inches away, he heard shuffling combined with meeps and giggles.

'Wait, dafuq…’

Shaking his head, he gave the door a tentative knock, “Everything ok?”

“Yup-a-rooni!”
*Unintelligible whimpering*

“Uh..Huh...Anyways...Sorry to cut this short but I got to go”.

“AWWWWW”, Pinkie sadly moaned out loud, “but we haven't played 'The Neigh Series’ yet! I have all three!”.

Spike resisted the powerful urge to bust down the door and hug the sad pony but he had something just as important to do. “Sorry, Pinks. Maybe next time, OK?”.

“Ok…”, the dejected tone in Pinkie’s voice made his heart try to dive off a cliff.

“I'll see you girls later.”

“BYE, SPIKEY!”
“....Bye, Spike….”

Spike smiled, mainly from knowing that Fluttershy is indeed still alive in there. He turned away from whatever the hell is happening in that room and went straight towards the front door. Only needing to push it open, the bell gave a little ding-a-ling as he stepped outside. The warm, fresh air greeted him with open arms as he took a deep inhale.

The indistinct chatter ponies as they went about their day, bobbing and weaving past each other to reach their destination, filled his ears as he slowly exhaled.

He felt great right about now. He set his sights on The Friendship Castle, intent on spending time with Twilight. He has been feeling guilty for ignoring her for a few days now but he plans on spending the rest of the day with his very best friend.

His determination fierce and his good mood running high, nothing can ruin this very moment!
> Chapter 7 (Unedited)
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“INCOMING!!”, a distant voice rang out. Spike could only look up before a solid weight slammed into his back. Thankfully whatever it was, it was light enough to not topple the dragon over. On the other hand, it has latched onto him.

“What the…!!”, He felt a pair of sneakers dig into his hips and a pair of cyan blue arms snaked around his collarbones and held on tight. He simply stood there and stared at the colored fur as his frazzled brain tried to regain command.

What felt like an entirety, he finally figured out what just happened. He simply cocked his head to the side and yelled out, “For the last time, Rainbow Dash, I am NOT a landing pad!!”.

Rainbow Dash adjusted her grip so she may rest her chin on his right shoulder. “Not my fault your broad and muscular shoulders are so inviting”, she stated, with a hint of playfulness in her voice.

A delightful shiver traveled up his spine as Rainbow’s warm breath caressed his ear. “So-”, he squealed out. He almost doubled over when he heard his squeaky voice. He immediately cleared his throat, “So…”, his smooth voice rumbled ever so deep and sexy.

“Wassap”, Rainbow mumbled as she rested her head on his shoulder and closed her eyes.

“Oh, you know…..the sky...updog….and what else…?”, Spike placed a finger on his chin and hummed for a moment, “Oh yeah! I got a crazy mare latched onto me right now!”.

“What!?”, Rainbow Dash exclaimed with a smirk, “Who is this crazy mare!?”.

Spike tried his hardest to scowl at her, but it slowly turned into a smile, “Well, I think she’s a pegasus, maybe with like a blue-ish coat”

Rainbow Dash cocked her head to the side, with a inquisitive look on her face, “Is this mare….awesome by any chance?”

Spike shrugged, “I dunno, but she does seem pretty full of herself”.

“Because she is so cool, that's why!”

Spike shrugged again, “ehh…”.

Spike flinched when he felt a flick against his ear. Rainbow climbed off the dragon, hopping onto the ground and meeting him face to face, “You ass”.

Spike cheekily smiled, “I love you too”.

Rainbow could only roll her eyes in response, “Whatever you say, dude”, Rainbow raised her arms above her head and pushed her back forward, pushing her chest towards Spike as she stretched her back out.

Spike, like a moth to a flame, couldn’t help but stare directly at her breasts. She may have been considered 'modest’, perhaps just a handful. Although  it's hard when her chest is completely covered by a plain, black T-shirt. No cleavage or anything!

But he was still drawn to it. Perhaps it was the thrill of wanting to know what lies underneath. Or maybe he just needs to beat off again. Either way, boobies. 'Nuff said.

“So, I’m glad I caught you”, Spike was quickly pulled from his trance when he heard Rainbow’s voice, “Rarity needs us to stop by her boutique tomorrow”.

Spike felt his heart lurch in his chest, causing him to stumble in place. His breathing quickened, his mind trying to find a reason as to why she wants him, “Why-why-why….uhm...does she want me-err...us?.

Rainbow shrugged, “No idea, BYE!”, She jumped into the air and flapped her wings as if her life depended on it, hurtling herself into the air. She bobbed and weaved through the air, narrowly dodging other ponies as they hurled expletives at her.

Making a beeline towards her fourth favorite napping spot, she dive-bombed into a large cloud, slamming into a soft, white wall like a true pegasus. Laying on her back, she chuckled with pride and crossed her arms behind her head, “Smooth as butter….”.

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Meanwhile, back on the ground

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Spike mindlessly trudged through the dirt, his body seemingly to know exactly where to go. His mind raced with thoughts revolving around the most beautiful unicorn he as ever seen. He growled in exhaustion and desperation. He tried, he really tried to bury his feelings. But they never refused to leave. He loved her ever since he first laid eyes on her. He wants nothing more than to be with her.

And possibly some other's….

…

One thing at a time!


She never reciprocated, so why keep trying!? But his heart refused to listen. That familiar feeling he had almost forgotten filled his heart now that’s he is thinking of her. But new ones are rearing its heads.

The poor dragons heart will be thrust into a bloody, civil war. Spike will have to figure out what to make of his feelings. But the bigger question remains.

Why is this so friggin’ complicated?

Finally taking in surroundings, he found himself outside Twilight's castle. He ran his hands down his face and sighed, “I wonder if Twilight will let me have one of Applejack’s 'strong’ cider…”, he mumbled as he grabbed the handle to the castle entrance and pulled it open.

He stepped inside and slammed the door behind him. He quickly found himself to be exhausted for no reason as he slowly trudged towards his bedroom, hoping that a nap will make life stop taking a dump on him.

As he trudged through the castle, he didn’t pick up on any muffled explosions or the smell of fire, so he assumed Twilight is not doing anything stupid again. With that in mind, it didn’t take long for him to reach his bedroom. He simply pushed the door open, stumbled forward, and flopped face-first onto his bed.

…

“psst…”

…?

“pssssst…”


“Whassat….?”, Spike groggily mumbled. He started to roll over but slowly came to the realization that there was a sizeable weight sprawled over his back. “Mmhhmmm, blanket…too hot...”. He reached behind himself to pull the blanket off, grabbing the….floof? He doesn’t remember having a floofy blanket. Unless Twilight took it upon herself to replace it, which she probably did. He yanked on the floof until some invisible force stopped him.

“OW!!”

He quickly rolled over, pushing the weight off of him as he sat up. What he saw made him facepalm and sigh, “Pinkie, what are you doing?”, he asked, like a parent who just caught their child in the cookie jar.

Pinkie Pie, now sitting on the edge of Spike’s bed with her tail curled around her, sheepishly smiled, “...Nothing....?”, she murmured as she stroked her tail. She may not been able to see much, but he had a pretty good guess she was wearing, like usual, a plain blue t-shirt with some kind of purple slacks and white sneakers. Being a baker does mean dressing down incase you get batter, icing, or other gunk on you.

She is still beautiful though. Her bubbly personality along with her ‘bubbly’ body definitely makes her a double threat. She was bigger than Dash in all the right places, thanks to all of the cake she ‘samples’ for as part of ‘quality control’ Mr. & Mrs. Cake.

Unf, curvy in all of the right places….

…

I mean, what?

Spike batted away his impure thoughts, lest he risk popping a boner right in front of her. “Uh-huh”, Spike mumbled, sounding unconvinced. He noticed how she will not leave her tail alone, constantly stroking or playing with it. He came to the realization that her tail must of been the floof he pulled on. Now a little worried, he leaned over to her, “Are you ok?”.

She perked up and beamed at him as she flicked her tail behind her. She leaned over to him, sticking out her hand and pressing her index finger against his nose, “Boop!”.

Spike grinned from ear to ear, Pinkie’s antics were always able to brighten even the worst of days. Concluding that she is in fact ok, he shifts gears, “So, Pinkie, what’s up?”.

“I need YOU at Fluttershy’s cottage tomorrow!”

Spike cocked his head to the side, “For what?”. But before he could get a response out of her, she hopped out of his bed and bounced over to his bedroom door. She ripped open door and was about to leave. “Pinkie, wait! What is it?”, he asked while jumping out of bed himself.

Pinkie waved at him, yelling “Bye!”.

“B-But-”

“Byeeee!”

“Can’t you j-”

“BYEEEEEEEEEEEE!”

“YOU KEEP SAYING BYE BUT YOU WON’T LEAVE. WHICH IS IT, FILLY?”

“Hmmmm….that is a good question….”, she asked in nopony in particular as she stepped out of his room, slowly closing the door behind her. Spike stood still as a statue, staring blankly at the door.

“WHAT”

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On the  other side of the door
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Pinkie merrily skipped down the hall, “Smooth like buttercream frosting!”. She hummed a little ditty to herself as she continued to skip all the way home for a celebratory cupcake and some ‘stress relief’.