My name's Spike. I'm just your average dude. I live in an average apartment in an average town. My parents are pretty well off, and I'm the youngest of four siblings in this family. My big bro, Shining Armor, got married last year and moved up north with his wife Cadance. My older sister, Celeste, is an archaeologist who travels the world and keeps in touch by Skype. My other sister, Twilight Sparkle, is just a couple years older than me, and still in high school. We have average fights. We get on each other's nerves, I have habits she thinks are gross, she does things I think are crazy. It's your average sibling relationship.

But there's one thing that...isn't really that average.

Twilight is hot. And I want to fuck her.

It's pretty hard to hide how horny Twilight makes me. Especially when as soon as she gets home every day, she changes into a flimsy T-shirt or tank top and panties. Seriously, she just goes around the house in a shirt and panties! And since Mom and Dad are almost always out, and it's just me and Twilight here at home, well...

I won't lie. I like to sneak into her room when she's asleep and just look at her. She always kicks me out when she catches me, but she never locks the door. As smart as she is, you'd think after all the times she's had to kick me out of her room she'd lock the door.

She probably would if she ever caught me with my dick in my hand. But I'm too careful to get caught.

Twilight's friends are all hot too. And I want to fuck them. Well, maybe not all of them. One of them's really short and scrawny, one's kinda scary, and one's just...so nice and kind, I'd feel bad about wanting to...I mean, not that I wouldn't, but...I don't fantasize about her the way I do about the others.

Yeah, I even fantasize about the scary one and the scrawny one. But Fluttershy...I just can't bring myself to think about her like that. Not even when she bares her midriff. Even though she has really nice boobs...

But then, the only one of them that doesn't have nice boobs is Rainbow. She's tiny, scrawny, and doesn't have much of a body. She is cute, though, and she has nice legs, and sometimes she wears these tight little shorts that show off her butt...

Rainbow's always fighting with Applejack, the tall scary girl. AJ caught me staring at her chest one time, and the glare she gave me nearly made me crap my pants! I couldn't help it though, her tits are HUGE! And she's super-tall and has long, sexy legs and always wears the shortest skirts...but she's really scary and violent. Still, a guy can dream...

The one I like the most is Rarity. She's the most beautiful, gorgeous girl I've ever seen. Those beautiful eyes, and that body like a supermodel, and that soft, perfect hair...and she always wears the most stylish clothes.

And then there's Pinkie Pie. She's like, the funnest girl in the world. She always cracks me up, even when she's being weird and confusing and random. She also never wears a bra. I love watching her boobs bounce when she jumps around like a little kid.

So yeah, I have to be careful around my sister and her friends. I don't want them thinking I'm some kind of creepy perv. As it is, I go through kleenex so fast Twilight thinks I have hay fever...

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Pinkie covered her mouth with one hand as she read Spike's journal. A devious smile lit up her face. "Ufufu..." Giggling, she reached into her bag and pulled out a flash drive, which she connected to Spike's computer. A few mouse clicks later, his entire journal had been copied onto the flash drive, which she disconnected and stuck in her bag. She quickly logged out of Spike's computer and shut it down, putting it back exactly as she'd found it, then crept stealthily out into the hall, crabwalking with her back pressed flat against the wall until she reached Twilight's room. Looking left and right, she quickly ducked inside, shutting the door behind her, and collapsed on the bed, giggling.

Twilight raised an eyebrow at her over the top of the book she was reading. "Hey, Pinkie Pie. Didn't hear you come in."

"Oh, I met Spike outside. He let me in." Pinkie started giggling again.

Twilight frowned. "Okay, and you're giggling why?"

Pinkie sat up, a catlike smile on her face. "I found something really funny on Spike's computer!"

Twilight blinked. "You were snooping in Spike's computer?" She frowned. "How'd you even get in? I don't even know his password."

"Really? I mean, isn't it obvious it's 'Rarity'?" Pinkie asked with a tilt of her head.

Twilight facepalmed. "Riiiiiight."

"Anyhoo, I thought maybe he had some good pictures I could use for the little scrapbook I'm putting together of us and all our friends," Pinkie said. "But he was in a hurry, so I didn't get a chance to ask him, so I figured it couldn't hurt to have a look."

"It's not very nice to go through other people's computers, Pinkie," Twilight said.

"Oh, I know, silly!" Pinkie smiled that silly, I'm-up-to-no-good smile and leaned toward Twilight. "So I guess you don't wanna know what was in Spikey's journal, huh?"

"Not really interested in his fantasies about Rarity," Twilight said, turning a page in her book.

"Aww, you're no fun," Pinkie pouted. She held up a flash drive between two fingers and wiggled it back and forth. "There's so much juicy blackmail material on this little drive..."

Twilight blinked. "You...you copied Spike's journal?!"

"Yeppers!"

"Pinkie, that's...!" Twilight shook her head. "Why would you do something like that?"

"Because I wanna tease Spike," Pinkie said. "And with this, I can pull the bestest prank ever!"

"Yeah, and then he'll think I broke into his computer," Twilight muttered.

"Oh, I'll tell him it was me," Pinkie said. "Don't get your lavender satin panties with the little pink sparkles on them in a bunch!"

"I wasn't...wait, what?"

"Well, I gotta run! Toodles!" Pinkie quickly said, sweeping up her bag and zooming out the door.

Twilight stared after her, blinking, before shrugging and returning to her book.

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The next day...

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"I'm home," Spike called. Locking the front door, he headed for his room. He opened the door, turned on the light...

...and saw Pinkie Pie sitting on his bed. "Uhh...hey...Pinkie?" he said, blinking.

"Hey Spike," Pinkie chirped.

"Umm...can I help you with something?" Spike asked.

"Actually, I wanted to talk to you about something," Pinkie said.

"Okay. Um...what is it?"

Pinkie cleared her throat, tilted her head back, and began a recitation.

"Tonight she had on those lavender satin panties with the little pink sparkles on them. Those are my favorite. I wonder what her thighs feel like. I want to touch them but I know I can't. I wish it was warm enough for her to wear that really loose tank top—"

Spike let out a strangled yelp. "Wha-wha-wha-wha—!"

Pinkie giggled. "Sound familiar?"

Spike's blood ran cold with dread. "H-how did you...?"

"Oh, don't worry. I didn't tell Twilight what a pervy little perv you are," Pinkie said in a light, teasing tone. "I'm the only one who knows what's in your journal." She smiled. "For now."

Spike let out a terrified little squeak.

"You're a naughty boy, aren't you Spike?" Pinkie asked. "I wonder how far you're willing to go to keep the others from finding out how naughty you are..."

"P-Pinkie," Spike gasped, eyes wide with fear. "Please...I'm sorry...I..."

"Oh, it's okay," Pinkie said. "I'm not mad. Actually, I think it's pretty funny," she giggled. "And it doesn't bother me that you like looking at my boobs or that you think dirty thoughts about me, or even that you jerk off when you're having make-believe sex with me. I don't think the others would be too happy about it, though."

Spike sighed. "What do I have to do?" he asked.

Pinkie smiled. "Oh, I just want to play a game," she said. "I copied your whole journal onto a flash drive. I've hidden it somewhere. You just have to find it." She smirked. "I'll give you a hint. It's somewhere in this room, but it's not in any of your stuff."

Spike frowned. Pinkie's bag was sitting on the floor. He crouched down and started going through it. He checked her notebook computer and her phone, but neither had a drive connected. He pulled out her wallet, going through each pocket, before putting it aside. He pulled out a few random makeup things, three bags of candy, a packet of tissues, a tampon, a rubber chicken, seventeen balloons, a deck of cards, and a polka CD. Finally, he upended the bag and shook the very last speck of lint from the bottom.

"Guess it's not in my bag!" Pinkie said.

Spike frowned. "Is it in your pocket?"

"Could be!" Pinkie giggled. "Wanna check?" She stood up. Swallowing, Spike walked over and stuck his hand into the left hip pocket of her tight denim shorts, then the right. Both pockets were empty. "Check the butt pocket," Pinkie said. Face red, Spike reached into the back pocket of Pinkie's shorts, feeling nothing but the overly cheerful girl's firm derrier. "Nope! Nothing back there but butt!" Pinkie giggled.

Spike quickly jerked his hand out of the pocket, face red. "Is there even really a flash drive?" he asked. "Or are you just pranking me?"

"Oh, there's a flash drive," Pinkie said. "And you'd better find it, because if you don't, I'll give it to Twilight." She sat down on the bed and kicked her legs in the air.

Spike's eyes narrowed as he watched her legs, sheathed in thigh-high yellow-and-blue striped socks. "I know where it is," he muttered. He held Pinkie's right leg still and pulled off the sock, turning it inside-out.

"Oooh, you naughty boy!" Pinkie giggled. "You just can't wait to get my clothes off, can you?"

There was no sign of the flash drive hidden in the sock. Spike frowned. "It's in the other one then," he decided. However, after he removed that sock and checked inside it, he still had not found the flash drive. He frowned at the limp sock, brow furrowed in confusion. "Huh?"

Pinkie giggled. "Time's running out!" she said.

Spike looked up at her, eyes wide. "You didn't...put it down your shirt, did you?"

"I dunno, did I?" Pinkie asked, blue eyes comically wide. "Are you gonna check and find out?"

Spike made a funny choking sound. "Uh..."

"You must not really care whether or not Twilight finds out you want to cum on her when she's asleep!" Pinkie said.

Spike paled. "Come on, gimme a break here!" he whined.

Pinkie tilted her head. "But don't you want to play with my boobs?" she asked. "That's what you said in your journal, isn't it?"

Spike sighed. "I'm sorry, okay? Really. It was wrong of me to write all that dirty stuff about you girls."

"Well...it's a little creepy maybe, but...you can't help it if you get horny around cute girls," Pinkie said. "But if you can't handle touching my body to keep your sister from killing you, well..."

Spike yelped. "Whoa! Pinkie, I give up, okay? I said I was sorry!"

Pinkie smiled devilishly at him. "Who said anything about you being able to get out of this by saying you're sorry? It's do or die, Spike! If I were you, I'd keep looking."

Spike stared at her. "You're serious about this, aren't you?" At Pinkie's nod, Spike gulped. "Well...o-okay, if...if that's how it's gotta be..." He walked up to the side of the bed and nervously slid his hand up Pinkie's loose powder-blue shirt. Closing his eyes to steel his nerves, he let his hand travel up her smooth tummy. His face flushed as his fingertips probed the bottoms of her large breasts. Swallowing a lump in his throat, he slid his hand up between her breasts, feeling all around.

Pinkie giggled. "That tickles!"

Spike's eyes flew open. "What the?!" Forgetting his panic, he opened his eyes, grabbed Pinkie's shirt, and unceremoniously lifted it up. Her breasts bobbled as they were freed from the fabric. Her nipples stood out, pink and pert. Spike seized Pinkie's breasts and pulled them this way and that. "It's not there!"

"Well duh, silly!" Pinkie said. "You said it yourself, remember? I never wear a bra! If I'd put it in between my boobs, it'd just fall right back out!"

"Oh yeah," Spike said absently. He blinked as he realized he was still fondling Pinkie's breasts. "Eep! Um, sorry..."

"Oh, I don't mind," Pinkie said. "But you're running out of places to check!"

"Is it..." Spike blushed. "Is it in your shorts?"

"Could be," Pinkie said. "Better check!"

Spike blinked. "Seriously? You're willing to go that far?"

Pinkie gave him a catlike smile. "The question is...are you willing to go that far?" She stood up, arms folded under her breasts.

Red-faced, and aware of an uncomfortable pressure in his own pants, Spike untied Pinkie's belt, unbuttoned her shorts, and reached inside, feeling all around. Pinkie squirmed, giggling, as Spike walked around her, feeling down her shorts, hand rubbing against cotton and skin, feeling around inside the shorts themselves as well as frisking Pinkie's panty-clad body. When he'd confirmed that it wasn't in the front, sides, or back, he reached all the way in, closing a hand around her crotch.

Still, the flash drive did not present itself.

Pinkie giggled. "Aww, so close!" she said, patting Spike on the head.

Spike frowned. "But...then...there really isn't a flash drive after all!"

"Oh, there is," Pinkie said. "You're really close to finding it, too!"

Spike blinked. "But...it's not in your shorts, and I know it's not in your panties, because I...um...felt there too, heheh..." He absently rubbed Pinkie's panty-clad crotch as he thought.

Pinkie gasped. "Um...Spike?"

"Huh?" Spike belatedly noticed what he was doing and let out a yelp, pulling his hand out of Pinkie's shorts. "Ack! Sorry, sorry!" He paused. His eyes widened with realization. "Wait...it couldn't be...!" He grabbed Pinkie's shorts and yanked them down, followed by her panties.

"Oooh, so forward!" Pinkie cooed. She barely had time to kick her shorts and panties across the room as Spike tackled her around the waist and pushed her onto the bed. He spread her legs apart, looking at her swollen labia. "A-HA!" he cried. "Now I know where it is!"

"Eek!" Pinkie yelped, giggling.

Spike spread Pinkie's labia with the fingers of one hand and inserted the index finger of his other hand into her vagina, probing just inside. Pinkie gasped and shuddered at his touch. As he pushed in a little deeper, he felt the edge of something hard and solid. "There it is!" he cried. He tried to hook the flash drive with one finger, but only managed to push it in deeper. Grunting, he withdrew his finger from Pinkie's slit, then inserted two fingers. Pinkie let out a loud, ragged moan as Spike grasped the flash drive and slowly pulled it out, the tightness of Pinkie's pussy fighting him. Finally, he managed to work it free; it emerged from her sex with a wet pop, trailing a sticky fluid strand.

"Yay!" Pinkie cheered, clapping.

"WHAT IS GOING ON HERE?!"

Spike felt the color drain from his face as he looked to the open door.

Twilight stood there, eyes wide and furious.

*Oh crap...*

Index
Chapter Two