Fluttershy and Rainbow sat side-by-side on Fluttershy's bed. Fluttershy's face was burning red, while Rainbow wore a sly smirk.

"So did Pinkie say why she had Spike's journal in the first place?" Rainbow asked.

"Oh! Um...she said she just meant to tease Spike a little," Fluttershy said. "She found it by accident."

"Accidentally found it on Spike's computer?" Rainbow asked, raising an eyebrow. "Okay, that's a load."

"I agree," Fluttershy said. "But that makes all this even more awkward. It's obvious Spike never meant for anybody to see his journal—

"Especially us," Rainbow said.

"Yes, especially us," Fluttershy agreed softly. "I...don't really know what to do," she admitted. "I mean, on the one hand, we have very good reasons to be angry with Spike. On the other hand, well...this is a huge invasion of his privacy."

"Yeah," Rainbow said, sighing.

"So, um...what are we going to do about Spike?" Fluttershy asked.

Rainbow scratched her nose. "I don't really know," she admitted. "I mean, I'm pretty ticked off, but...well..." She shrugged. "He's a guy. Guys are perverts. They can't help it. And, well..." She trailed off, shrugging helplessly. "I mean, should we confront him? Tell Twilight? Get him in a lot of trouble? I just...don't know."

Fluttershy sighed. "Spike...why?"

"I've got an idea," Rainbow said suddenly. She hopped off the bed, grabbed Fluttershy's computer, unplugged the AC cord, and hopped back onto the bed with it.

"Rainbow?" Fluttershy asked.

"Scootch over," Rainbow said, stretching out to lay flat on her stomach, setting the computer up at the head of the bed. Fluttershy blinked, but stretched out beside her. "I wanna read the whole thing," Rainbow said.

Fluttershy made the adorable sound she always made when she was completely flustered. "Rainbow! What—"

Rainbow smirked at her. "The damage is already done. Might as well make the most of it while we decide what to do about Spike."

Fluttershy's face glowed crimson. "You want to read that?! But...it's..."

Rainbow flushed. "I wanna know what kind of pervo fantasies Spike has about me, okay? I only really read that one part, and the very beginning." Turning away, she said in a quiet, uncertain voice, "I just...wanna know."

Fluttershy sighed. "Alright. I'll...I'll read it with you."

* * * * *

The instant Pinkie Pie emerged from the bathroom, freshly scrubbed and smelling of lavender shampoo, she was grabbed by the back of her shirt collar and dragged down the hall. She pinwheeled her arms and kicked her legs, but the force pulling her would not be deterred. After almost a full minute of intense being-dragged action, she was dropped unceremoniously on her butt in the middle of Twilight's bedroom. The door closed behind her; she turned to see Twilight leaning against the door, arms folded.

"Oh, hi Twilight!" Pinkie said, hopping to her feet and facing her friend. "You didn't need to drag me in here, you know. I told you I'd stop by after—"

"What's going on, Pinkie Pie?" Twilight asked. "Why were you having sex with my little brother?"

Pinkie shrugged. "Seemed like a good idea at the time," she said.

"Pinkie," Twilight growled in a warning tone.

"I felt bad about invading his privacy," Pinkie tried. "So I—"

"PINKIE!" Twilight screamed, stamping a foot.

Pinkie sighed. "Does it really matter why?" she asked.

"Yes," Twilight said tersely. "It does. Because it doesn't make sense, and it bothers me." She tilted her head. "Does this have anything to do with Spike's journal?"

Pinkie looked up and off to the side, lips pursed. "Kindamaybe."

Twilight frowned. "Alright, so what was it about Spike's journal that made you decide to have sex with him?"

Pinkie laughed sheepishly. "Umm...actually, I don't really want to say..."

Twilight scowled. "Pinkie." She held out her hand. "Give me that flash drive."

"I don't have it anymore," Pinkie said. "It's been erased." At Twilight's skeptical look, she said, "I mean it! The flash drive with Spike's journal has been erased. I Pinkie-swear!"

Twilight held Pinkie's gaze for a full minute, waiting for her to flinch or look away. When she refused to even blink, Twilight sighed. "Okay, I believe you. But I'm not letting you off that easy. I want a serious answer, Pinkie. What I walked in on was just...sick and wrong."

"How is it sick and wrong?" Pinkie asked. "Spike's a boy, I'm a girl—"

"PINKIE!"

Pinkie sighed. "Okay, okay! I'll tell you the truth about why I had sex with Spike." She took a deep breath. "He wrote in his journal that he wanted to play with my titties, so I thought I'd have some fun with him. Then I got a really silly idea to hide his journal up my twat and make him strip-search me to find it. I just wanted to see if he'd actually do it." She giggled. "Well, he did. And then, well..." She blushed. "After he'd had his hands all over my naked body and up my twat, I got really turned on, so I figured what the hell." At Twilight's disbelieving stare, she waved her hands, eyes wide. "That's the truth! Really!"

Twilight stared at Pinkie Pie, slack-jawed. "You put what where?!"

Pinkie giggled, rubbing the back of her head sheepishly. "Yeah, I know, it was pretty silly."

"And gross!" Twilight let out a long breath, rubbing the bridge of her nose. "So, Spike wrote in his journal that he wanted to feel you up?"

"Well, yeah," Pinkie said. "Is that really so surprising? He's a boy, boys like titties, I have big titties, I don't normally wear a bra, and I'm over here all the time." She giggled, grabbing her breasts though her shirt and juggling them. "A boy his age would have to be gay to not want some of this!"

Twilight flushed. "Pinkie, cut that out!" With a giggle, Pinkie dropped her hands to her sides, letting her breasts settle into place. Twilight frowned. "Okay, all good points, but still..."

Pinkie stepped up to Twilight and put a finger over her lips. "Twilight," she said in the most serious tone she'd ever used. "Nothing Spike wrote about me in his journal offended me. I like it when cute guys notice my body, and Spike is a cutie. He may be a little younger than me, but he's still cute." She sighed. "Look...what I did? It was dumb, and I probably shouldn't have done it, but...I'm not sorry it happened. I really really had fun with Spike today." She took a step back and put on a pleading expression. "Please don't be mad. Okay?"

Twilight sighed. "Just...three questions." She looked Pinkie straight in the eye. "First, did you use protection?"

Pinkie grimaced. "Well, no...but he didn't come inside me!"

"That's...good to know," Twilight said, blushing. "Second...you DID wash your hands before you touched, well...ANYTHING, right?"

Pinkie giggled. "Of course, silly!"

Twilight breathed a sigh of relief. "Okay. Third question. Is there anything else in Spike's journal I need to know about?"

Pinkie shook her head. "Sorry. I'm not going to tell you what's in Spike's journal, other than the stuff about me. I shouldn't have even told you that." She crossed her arms. "Your brother has a right to his privacy, you know?"

Twilight raised an eyebrow. "You're the one who read his journal."

"Huh...oh yeah." Pinkie shrugged. "And that was wrong. And I apologized, and Spike accepted. We're cool now."

"Fair enough," Twilight said. "Umm..." She shuffled her feet, face flaming. "Are you...planning to...you know...again?"

Pinkie shrugged again. "I dunno. Maybe." She kicked at the carpet with the heel of her foot. "I mean, it's not like we're gonna start dating and stuff or anything. We're just friends. But, y'know...if I get horny and wanna fuck, or something...then yeah, maybe."

Twilight shook her head and exhaled. "Part of me wants to tell Mom and Dad about this, get Spike grounded, make sure it never happens again." She sighed. "But then you'd never be allowed to come over again either, and Spike would hate me for getting him in trouble, and...well..." She sighed. "You put me in a really awkward spot here, you know?"

Pinkie wilted slightly, hair losing some of its volume. "I'm sorry, Twilight. I didn't mean to..."

"I know," Twilight said. "Just...you'd better go home for now, okay? We'll...we'll talk some more about this later."

"Yeah...okay," Pinkie said. "Bye."

As Pinkie shuffled to the door, Twilight called to her back, "And if this ever happens again...just...don't do it here! And use protection!"

Once she heard the front door close, Twilight sank heavily onto her bed, scrubbing her face with her hands. "I wasn't prepared for this..."

* * * * *

Spike emerged from the shower just as Pinkie left. Scrubbing his still-damp hair with a towel, he returned to his room.

The text message alert on his phone went off, and he picked it up.

Twilight's pretty mad. She asked about the journal but all I told her was u said u wanted 2 play w/my boobs. Nothing about her or the others. Change your password. Call me l8r! XOXO Pinkie

Spike sighed. "Yep, I'm dead." He shook his head as he sat down at his desk and started up his computer.

Another text alert sounded.

BTW, thanks again for the sex! XOXO Pinkie

Spike chuckled. "Heh. Okay, I guess it's not a total loss..."

Today's been a really weird day, and I'm probably in a lot of trouble. But I got to fuck Pinkie Pie, so it's all worth it.

One down, five to go...

* * * * *

It's getting harder and harder not to think of Fluttershy the same way I think of the others. Every time she sees me (like today) she grabs me and hugs me and shoves my face right into her soft breasts. Of all the girls who could be shoving me into their breasts, why does it have to be Fluttershy? My not-so-secret crush on Rarity is the only thing that saves me from Fluttershy and her amazingly soft boobs. As long as I wander away and start spouting off about Rarity needing me, nobody will suspect Fluttershy is the one giving me that boner.

Fluttershy's face burned with embarrassment. Rainbow snickered. "Oh my goodness," Fluttershy said, pressing her hands to her face. "I...I never even noticed I was doing that!"

Rainbow grinned. "I've seen the way you hug Spike. It's your critter hug."

"Critter hug?" Fluttershy asked.

"Yeah, you know. The way you hug and cuddle all those animals you love? It's the same way you hug Spike. I think somewhere along the line you decided he was a cuddly critter."

Fluttershy's eyes widened. "Meep." She blinked repeatedly. "I...I guess it's just because I'm always so happy to see Spike, it...it never...I mean...I guess I don't really think of him as 'a boy', just..."

"Yeah, bet that's gonna change," Rainbow said.

"Y-yes," Fluttershy agreed meekly.

I still can't figure out what's up with Rainbow's hair. It's gotta be dyed, right? Then again, that streak in Twilight's hair is natural. She's had it her entire life, so...

It'd be fun to 'check', heh. But really, what I like best about Rainbow is her cute face. She has pretty eyes, and a cute mouth. Man, what I wouldn't give for Rainbow to suck my dick.

Rainbow turned green. "UGH! That little...there's no way in HELL I'd ever...!"

Rainbow doesn't have much of a body, but I've seen her in bike shorts enough to know she has a great butt. Yeah...if I ever got freaky with Rainbow, that'd be the second place my dick would go.

Fluttershy squeaked. "Oh my!"

Rainbow gagged. "This kid's got a really sick mind."

Fluttershy blushed. "Umm, actually...anal sex is pretty common. I mean, so I've heard..."

Sucks that she's gay.

"I am NOT gay!" Rainbow whined, balling up her fists and kicking her feet in the air.

"There there," Fluttershy said, rubbing Rainbow's back soothingly. Once Rainbow had calmed down, Fluttershy scrolled to the next page.

Had an awesome dream about AJ. She was naked, hog-tied, and totally at my mercy.

Rainbow raised an eyebrow. "Well now. This is starting to get better."

Fluttershy blinked. "What happened to you not being gay?"

"I'm still not gay!" Rainbow cried. "But AJ hog-tied and humiliated is a nice mental image."

Fluttershy frowned. "Rainbow, that's wrong."

"I know," Rainbow said. "Now hush. Don't ruin the moment."

I woke up before I got around to fucking her. I just kept jacking off on her and taking pictures of her covered in cum. It was all over her tits and her face and her hair and everywhere.

"Ewww, gross!" Rainbow exclaimed, gagging.

The two girls heard the front door open. "Fluttershy?"

"Oh, my mom's home!" Fluttershy said.

"Crap!" Rainbow said. She closed the journal, swept Fluttershy's computer off the bed, and set it back up on the desk. Fluttershy stood up and smoothed out her clothes.

Fluttershy's mother appeared in the doorway a moment later. "Hello, Rainbow," she said with a smile. "Fluttershy, did my package arrive?"

"Y-yes, it's in the living room," Fluttershy said.

"Ah, good. Thank you, dear." Fluttershy's mother smiled. "Since you've been cooped up in here all afternoon...why don't you and Rainbow go out and do something? Dinner won't be for a while yet."

"Yeah, Fluttershy, let's head out," Rainbow said.

"O-oh! Um, alright."

Fluttershy grabbed her phone, stuck it in her purse, and headed for the front door with Rainbow. They stepped into their shoes and headed out.

Rainbow dug out her phone as they cleared the gate. "Hey Pinkie, you home?" She listened for a moment, then nodded. "Okay. Me and Fluttershy are headed over, we'll catch up with you there." Putting her phone away, she turned to Fluttershy. "We're goin' over to Pinkie's. She's not home yet, so let's stop and get some snacks first, okay?"

"Alright." Fluttershy frowned. "Why are we going to Pinkie's?"

"Why do you think?" Rainbow asked. "To talk about all this stuff with Spike, of course!"

Index
Chapter Two
Chapter Four