The tableau held for several long, uncomfortable seconds:

Pinkie Pie, naked, spread-eagle, and flushed, her sex engorged and glistening, an absurdly silly smile on her face.

Spike, face red and green hair tousled, kneeling fully-clothed on the bed between Pinkie's legs.

Twilight Sparkle, face pale with shock, eyes wide with disbelief and building rage, standing in the doorway.

"Hey Twilight!" Pinkie said cheerfully, waving. "We're a little busy right now, but I'll swing by your room after I'm done here, okay? Unless you wanna stay and watch..."

Twilight's face turned redder than a tomato. So did Spike's. "Umm...I...just..." She took a nervous step back. "Why...are you naked...in Spike's room...on Spike's bed...with Spike?"

Pinkie laughed. "Why is any girl ever naked in a boy's room with a boy, silly?"

"...right," Twilight said, taking another step back. She took a deep breath, put her right hand to her chest, and exhaled slowly, extending her hand in front of her as she did so. "So, um...I'll just...try to forget I ever saw this, and...um...yeah." With that, she backed all the way into the hall and closed the door behind her.

"Well that was awkward," Pinkie said.

"Yeah," Spike said. He looked at the sticky flash drive he was holding. "Umm...thanks for not telling Twilight about...you know."

Pinkie smiled sadly at him. "You're not gonna be able to keep it a secret forever, you know. Especially if you keep sneaking into her room at night."

Spike grimaced. "Uh...yeah..." He shifted around to get off the bed, but Pinkie grabbed his arm.

"Where do you think you're going?" she asked.

"Huh?"

"Silly!" Pinkie said. "Did you forget I know all your pervy little fantasies? Wasn't this one of them? Well...except for the whole 'I copied your journal onto a flash drive and hid it up my coochie' part?" She gave him a playful, sultry smile. "Didn't you want to do me right here on your bed, with Twilight right down the hall?"

Spike flushed. "Well...yeah, but..."

"Well, here I am!" Pinkie said brightly.

Spike stared at her. "Are you serious?"

"I'm never serious," Pinkie giggled. "Serious is no fun! But yeah, I wanna have sex now."

Spike gulped. "R-really?" At Pinkie's nod, Spike fumbled with his pants as he hopped to his feet on the bed, jerkily shaking his pants and briefs down his hips and off, then stepping out of them.

"Ooooh!" Pinkie cooed as she espied his erect manhood. "It's a little bigger than I thought it'd be! I mean it's still pretty small, but that's okay! You're a growing boy after all."

Spike squawked. "Pinkie!" he whined.

"What? I don't care how big it is. I just want it in me." She smiled encouragingly.

Spike stared at her. "What the hell's gotten into you?"

"Nothing, yet," Pinkie said with a mock pout.

"I'm serious!" Spike cried. "This is weird even for you, Pinkie."

Pinkie shrugged. "How is it weird? Knowing there's a guy who's totally into my body makes me happy, even if you are younger than me. And you are a cutie. Besides, the least I can do for invading your privacy like that is let you make one of your fantasies come true." She smiled. "Don't you think?"

Spike still looked uncertain. "It's just...I mean..."

"Spike," Pinkie said in a firm tone. "Stop freaking out and fuck me. I mean it. I want you to."

Swallowing, Spike lowered himself back onto the bed, awkwardly positioning himself. He grabbed hold of Pinkie's hips, and she wiggled a bit as he rubbed the tip of his dick against her sex. She reached down and spread her pussy lips with her fingers. Hesitantly, Spike guided his member to her love tunnel. The warm flesh of Pinkie's labia rubbed against his sensitive head as he pressed against her. Squeezing her hips tightly, he thrust into her.

"Ow!" Pinkie cried, hissing and closing one eye. "A bit rough there."

"Sorry!" Spike yelped. "I'm sorry!"

"It's...it's okay," Pinkie said. She smiled encouragingly at him. "It's my first time, so I wasn't...really expecting that."

Spike stared at her. "Seriously?! But...you sounded so...confident before..."

Pinkie blushed. "Well...yeah...all I know about sex is from reading dirty comics." She tilted her head. "I'm pretty sure you're supposed to be...well...moving." She thrust herself up against him to punctuate her statement.

Spike gasped and responded, thrusting further in. Working purely off what he'd seen in videos he'd probably be grounded for watching, he pounded into Pinkie's pussy, pulled back, and thrust again. Where experience failed, instinct soon took over; in no time at all, the two inexperienced teens were grinding against one another, moaning, gasping, and sweating. Pinkie's tight sex squeezed Spike's cock almost painfully as he explored, trying to discover how deep he could go.

"Ohhhh..." Pinkie moaned.

It hardly seemed as though they had even started before an all-too-familiar pressure built up, and Spike squeezed his eyes shut. "Pinkie...! I'm...gonna come!"

"Nnnnnh..." Pinkie panted. She began grinding into him more rapidly.

"I mean it, I'm about to come!" Spike said.

Pinkie's eyes snapped open. "Oh crap! Pull out!" she cried.

"I...I can't!" Spike gasped. "You're too tight!"

"Oh no, oh no..." Pinkie gulped, panicking. She grabbed the sides of the bed and tried to push away from Spike. He placed his hands on her thighs and tried to push away in the opposite direction. At the last possible second, his manhood emerged fully from her sex. Thick jets of semen spurted forth, splattering all over Pinkie's stomach.

Spike collapsed against Pinkie, panting. Sweat ran in rivulets from his hair, dripping onto her; he felt his own seed against his skin, but didn't care. He looked up, and his green eyes met Pinkie's blue eyes. She too was panting and sweating, but she gave him a soft, unusually shy smile.

"That..." Pinkie gasped. "Was fun."

"Yeah..." Spike said dreamily. He scooted forward on the bed on his knees until his face was level with hers, then leaned down and kissed her. She wrapped her arms around him and leaned into the kiss.

When their lips parted, she reached up and ruffled his hair. "Still friends?"

"Still friends," Spike said, laughing. He pushed himself up and rolled over the side of the bed, grunting as his feet hit the floor. He picked up the flash drive, which had fallen off the bed during their lovemaking, and wrinkled his nose. "I'd better go wash the pussy gunk off this," he said. "Then I'll erase my journal off it and give it back to you."

"Okay," Pinkie said. "Guess I'd better go take a sh—" She froze, eyes wide. "Uh-oh."

Spike tilted his head at her. "You didn't just take a dump on my bed, did you?"

"Huh? Ewww, no!" Pinkie said indignantly. "But, umm...I don't quite know how to tell you this? But...I just realized...that's the wrong flash drive."

Spike blinked. "Wait, what?"

Pinkie giggled nervously. "Umm...that one's got a bunch of MP3s on it I was gonna share with Fluttershy."

"Oh," Spike said. "So where's the one with my journal on it?"

Pinkie winced. Her nervous giggling grew more high-pitched. "Umm...Fluttershy has it."

Spike felt as though a five ton boulder had just dropped into the pit of his stomach. "Oh no."

"Oopsie," Pinkie said.

"You didn't."

"Umm...it was an honest mistake?"

Spike stared aghast at Pinkie, jaw slack. "Oh man...you've gotta hurry and get it back before it's too late!"

Pinkie rubbed the back of her head sheepishly. "I gave it to her this morning, Spike. It's...probably already too late." Her hair drooped. "Spike...I'm so sorry..."

Spike slumped bonelessly against the bed, face ashen. "Man, I am so dead..."

Pinkie frowned. "Um...well..." She cast around for something, anything to say to cheer Spike up. "Oh! Hey! Why don't we fuck again?"

Spike gave her a flat, deadpan stare. "I think you've fucked me enough for one day."

* * * * *

Rainbow Dash scrubbed at her sweat-soaked multihued bangs with a towel as she jogged up to Fluttershy's house. She had just finished her daily parkour training session; normally, Fluttershy helped her train, but today she had been needed at home to watch the house and accept a delivery. Skidding to a halt outside the gate, Rainbow Dash braced her hands on her knees to catch her breath, then pressed the gate intercom bell. "Fluttershy?" she called into the tiny speaker. "Yo, Fluttershy!"

Rainbow waited for almost thirty seconds before vaulting the gate and sprinting the two meters to the door. She tested the door and found it was locked; she reached up into the base of one of the wrought-iron lanterns that framed the door, and after a moment's fumbling, found the spare key. She had just unlocked the door when a voice called out to her from the gate.

"Excuse me!" Rainbow turned and saw a uniformed courier standing at the gate, a box tucked under one arm. "I have a delivery for this address!"

"Ah, yeah," Rainbow said. "I'll accept it." She jogged back to the gate and unlocked it, swinging it open to allow the courier in.

"I'll need a signature," the courier said.

Rainbow sucked at the inside of her cheek. "Just a second," she said. She quickly ducked inside the front door of the house and took Fluttershy's dad's seal from the cupboard by the entry. She walked back out, took the courier's clipboard, and stamped the form. The courier handed over the package; Rainbow headed back inside, setting the seal back in the cupboard as she kicked off her shoes. She deposited the package on the living room sofa, then headed into the back of the house toward Fluttershy's room, all the while calling her friend's name.

She found Fluttershy sitting at her study desk, staring at her computer screen with a wide-eyed, slack-faced, almost catatonic expression. Rainbow frowned. "Fluttershy?" She walked over and placed her hand on her friend's shoulder.

Fluttershy jerked sharply and screamed.

"Whoa! Fluttershy! Calm down!" Rainbow said. She leaned down so that Fluttershy could see her. "It's just me! Rainbow!"

Fluttershy's wide, shocked stare faded, her scream trailing off as recognition set in. "Oh! Rainbow...you startled me..."

"You okay, Fluttershy? I rang at the gate, but you never answered..."

"Oh!" Fluttershy covered her mouth with a hand. "I'm sorry, Rainbow." She blinked. "Oh no! Mom's delivery! I—"

"It's taken care of," Rainbow said. "Guy got here about the same time I did. I signed for it with your dad's seal. It's in the living room."

Fluttershy placed a hand over her heart and let out a relieved sigh. "Oh, thank you, Rainbow," she said. "I'm so glad Mom let me tell you where the emergency key is..."

"So...what's got you so freaked out?" Rainbow asked, hopping up onto the arm of Fluttershy's desk chair and studying the computer screen.

Fluttershy let out a panicked squeak. "Ah! Ah! No, it's um, nothing, just—"

and then Rainbow put her hand on Fluttershy's bare tummy, then ran her hand up under her shirt and started squeezing her breast. "I've always been jealous of your breasts" she said. "Since I don't have any." Fluttershy said "Oh...Rainbow...what are you doing?" And Rainbow said "Shhh...just trust me."

Rainbow's left eye twitched. "What the hell?!" She looked down at Fluttershy. "What...just...I don't...what..." She paused, then screamed, "AND I DO SO HAVE BREASTS!" Panting heavily, she jumped up onto the desk and stared down at Fluttershy, hands on her hips. "What the HELL, Shy?"

"I didn't write it!" Fluttershy squeaked. "It...just...and..."

Snorting, Rainbow hopped off the desk, nudged Fluttershy out of the way, and bent over the desk, scrolling the page up.

I had a dream about Fluttershy and Rainbow last night. It was so amazingly hot, I came all over the bed. I feel kinda guilty about having that kind of dream about Fluttershy, but...man oh man, she really is cute and sexy. Anyway, so in my dream, Rainbow was like, totally gay, and all over Fluttershy

Rainbow's jaw dropped. "Oh my GOD, this is just..." She turned to Fluttershy. "Where the hell did you find this?!"

Fluttershy looked at her lap. "It's...it's Spike's journal," she said sadly.

"Spike? Twilight's little brother?" Rainbow frowned. She grabbed the mouse and scrolled all the way to the top of the journal. She read the first page, and her face twisted into a nauseated grimace. "Oh my God..."

Fluttershy started to cry. "I just can't believe that sweet boy is such a...a pervert..."

"And what, he just...gave you his sick journal?" Rainbow demanded.

Fluttershy rubbed her arms. "No...Pinkie Pie gave it to me."

Rainbow stared at her. "Say what?!"

"I got it...from Pinkie Pie...this morning."

"What the hell was Pinkie Pie doing with it?!"

"I...I don't know," Fluttershy said.

"Oh, and what, she just thought 'Oh hey, I'll traumatize Fluttershy by showing her Spike's journal with all this creepy shit about us!'?" Rainbow demanded.

"Oh, I don't think she meant to give it to me," Fluttershy said, looking up. She pointed at the flash drive connected to her computer. "I asked Pinkie to share her MP3 collection with me. She said she'd copy it onto a flash drive and give it to me before school. I think she must have given me the wrong flash drive by mistake." She looked at Rainbow, in tears. "Pinkie Pie wouldn't do something like this to be mean. She's not a bad person. Please..."

Rainbow frowned. "Well...okay, yeah, Pinks is pretty cool. I can't really see her doing this to you on purpose. Still...why would she even be carrying Spike's journal around on a flash drive? That's messed up."

"I have no idea," Fluttershy said. "But...I think we need to ask her."

"And kill Spike," Rainbow said.

"Umm...I'd rather just...give him a stern talking-to and a disapproving stare," Fluttershy said. "I mean, yes, this whole thing is very disturbing and wrong, but other than that he's a very nice boy."

"Who has weird perverted fantasies about me feeling you up!"

"Well, yes, that's true..." Fluttershy said, absently toying with her long pink hair and blushing. "But...the thought of you feeling me up doesn't really bother me all that much."

Rainbow blinked. "Huh?"

Fluttershy started flailing her arms in panic. "Ah! I mean! Not that...! It's just...!" Her phone chose that moment to ring. Grateful for the distraction, she descended upon it like a hawk snatching up a rabbit. "It's Pinkie," she said. Hitting the answer button, she held the phone up to her ear. "Hello, Pinkie?" She listened for a moment. "Umm...yes...I already figured that out. ... Yes...I read it. Umm...Rainbow saw some of it too. She's...not really very happy with Spike right now. Neither am I, actually." She listened some more. "Erase it? Umm..." She looked over at Rainbow, who shook her head. "Alright. I'll see you in the morning. I'll give this flash drive back to you, without that journal on it. Alright. Goodbye." She hung up.

Rainbow stared at her in disbelief. "You're NOT going to erase it!" she cried. "If you do, we can't prove anything!"

"I promised Pinkie Pie I'd erase the flash drive, and that's exactly what I'm going to do." Fluttershy sat back down at her desk, opened the flash drive, and copied the journal onto her own computer. She then erased the flash drive, disconnected it, and tossed it into her purse.

Rainbow smirked. "Nice." She crossed her arms. "Now, back to what you said about me feeling you up..."

"Eep!"

* * * * *

Pinkie sighed as she put down her phone. "Fluttershy's already read it. Umm...so has Rainbow."

Spike facepalmed. "Yeah, I'm dead."

"Well...look on the bright side! At least you won't die a virgin!" At Spike's deathly glare, Pinkie's cheerful smile faltered. "Ummm...yeah. I'll just...go take a shower now." She gathered up her clothes and shuffled into the hall, hair completely lank.

Spike sat down heavily on the bed, head in his hands.

Index
Chapter One
Chapter Three