Pinkie stretched and yawned as she shuffled into her bedroom, stripping off her clothes and flopping onto her bed naked. She folded her arms behind her head and stared up at the ceiling, face scrunched in thought.

"Well that happened a lot sooner than I expected. I thought it'd be at least a week before one of them had sex with Spike. And both on the same day?" She lifted her legs straight into the air at a perpendicular angle to her body. "Rarity and Applejack were a lot more amused about the whole thing than I was expecting. Twilight, though..." She sighed. "I'm not sure if I even can play her on this one." She began pedaling an imaginary bicycle. "Rarity's probably going to end up doing Spike without me doing anything. I don't really have a plan for Applejack yet, but..." She wiggled her torso back and forth, making her breasts jiggle. "It'll probably have to involve Rainbow." She smirked deviously. "Maybe that whole rope fetish thing? I bet Rainbow might go for that." She sighed. "But Twilight...she's gonna be tough. Like, final boss tough. Oh well! That'll just make winning more fun."

Letting her legs fall back to the bed again, she reached into her bedside table and pulled out a Pez dispenser. She popped several candies into her mouth, then spent the next half hour pleasuring herself with the dispenser, eventually falling asleep with it still stuck halfway inside her pussy.

* * * * *

Spike sat in his room, mindlessly playing Tetris, lost in thought.

He'd gotten texts from Fluttershy and Rainbow earlier in the day that were ominous and had him worried. A short while later, he'd gotten a call from Pinkie Pie.

Twilight, Rarity, and even Applejack knew almost everything now. The journal, Pinkie finding it, what was in it, and his having had sex with Pinkie, Fluttershy, and Rainbow over the course of two days. The only thing they didn't know, apparently, was what he'd written about Twilight.

"Look...AJ and Rarity aren't even mad about it," Pinkie had said. "AJ says that boys can't help being perverts, but you're a good kid and she doesn't beat guys up just for having dirty thoughts, and Rarity pretty much expected you to have pervy fantasies about her so she's not upset. Twilight, though...she kinda lost it. You probably don't wanna tick her off anytime soon. And whatever you do, stay out of her room. You really don't wanna get caught perving on her right now. She'd probably kill you."

Pinkie had then texted him some very interesting pictures from the barbecue—the sight of Applejack in nothing but shorts and a bra was going to use up at least half a box of kleenex on its own—as well as a couple of pictures of herself she'd taken in her bedroom. In which she was naked. *Yeah, I'm gonna have to go over to her place pretty soon.*

A rather harsh knock on the bedroom door interrupted his reflection. He sighed. "Come in, Twilight."

The door opened. Twilight stood in the frame, arms crossed, frowning at him.

He looked at her, saw the look on her face, and grimaced. "Pinkie already called me," he said.

"Good," she said. "That means I only have to say two things to you."

Spike sagged. "Go ahead."

"First," Twilight said, "there's leftovers from the barbecue in the kitchen. Help yourself. Leave enough for Mom and Dad."

Spike blinked. "Uh, okay."

"Second," Twilight said. She paused, brow furrowed. She opened her mouth, closed it again, reached up to flick at her bangs, shifted, started to talk again, stopped, then finally sighed. "There's leftovers in the kitchen." With that, she stomped off to her own room and slammed the door.

Spike sighed.

He then headed to the kitchen to chow down. Because some things were more important than teen drama.

* * * * *

Twilight turned on her computer, intent upon e-mailing Celeste. To her surprise, as she was typing, a chat request popped up. She clicked on it, and a video chat window opened, revealing Celeste's face. She was more tanned than the last time they'd seen each other, and she was noticeably sweaty. The pastel bangs that perpetually covered her eyes were damp and stringy. Still, she had that enigmatic smile she always wore. "Hello, Twilight," she said.

"Hey sis," Twilight said heavily.

"What's wrong?" Celeste asked.

Twilight sighed. "It's a long story..."

"I've got time."

Twilight grimaced and explained the events of the last few days. Throughout, Celeste's face writhed in mirth, lips quirking. She clearly bit her cheek at one point to keep from laughing. When Twilight was finally done, Celeste let out the laugh she was fighting back. "My my," she said. "Our little Spike has grown up so quickly..."

"This isn't funny, sis," Twilight said.

Celeste's laughter trailed off. "Twilight...I do understand why this bothers you. You've been even closer to Spike growing up than you have to me or Shining Armor. Even though the two of you are often at one another's throats lately..." She smirked. "You're still brother and sister, and you still love each other, even if you're both a bit immature."

"Both?!" Twilight shrieked. "I'm perfectly mature! He's a gross, weird, perverted little dork!"

Celeste raised an eyebrow; only now did Twilight register that she could actually see one of her sister's sharp, piercing eyes. "Thank you for proving my point so eloquently, my little sister."

Twilight blushed. "But...still...don't you think it's weird? And creepy? That all of this is going on, and...I mean...with my friends...and they're all just okay with it? And having sex with him?!"

Celeste smirked. "If Spike's had sex with three beautiful girls, all older than him, in two days, that isn't weird and creepy, that's an accomplishment." She laughed. "Twilight...do you trust your friends?"

"Of course I do!" Twilight said immediately. "I trust them with my life!"

"Then trust them now," Celeste advised. "Let your friends decide how to deal with Spike's interest in them, and trust them—and him. If your friends want to have sex with Spike, then as long as they're careful about it, well..." She shrugged. "It's their choice."

Twilight sagged. "But...we're all still in high school here!" she protested. "None of them should be doing stuff like this!"

Celeste rolled her eyes. "I was your age when I lost my virginity," she said.

"Gah!" Twilight cried.

Celeste's smirk turned particularly vicious. "To two boys at the same time," she added.

"Gotta go sis I love you bye!" Twilight hastily disconnected the call, face green.

* * * * *

"And...time," Fluttershy said, clicking her stopwatch as Rainbow skidded to a halt. She frowned slightly. "Are you okay, Rainbow? You're off by a whole second."

Rainbow walked over to her sport bag, pulling out a sweat towel. She wiped her face and scrubbed at her hair, then slung the towel around her neck and fished a bottle of Red Minotaur out of the bag. She chugged half of it, then plopped down on her butt in the sparse grass. "I just got a lot on my mind," she said half-heartedly.

Fluttershy sat down beside her. She removed two granola bars from her hip pack and passed one to Rainbow. "Is it about the whole Spike thing?" she asked.

"Eh...not exactly. It's kinda related though." Rainbow unwrapped her bar, took a bite, and chewed silently for a moment. After she swallowed, she said, "I'm starting to wonder if maybe I am gay like everyone thinks."

"Oh?" Fluttershy asked, tilting her head. "What brought this on?"

Rainbow sighed. "Well, for one thing...remember the other day, when you were...y'know...and I made you eat me—"

"I was there," Fluttershy said, face red.

"Eheh, yeah," Rainbow said sheepishly. "Well, I've been thinkin'...would I have asked you to do that if I wasn't into girls? And I enjoyed it way too much." She ducked her head. "And then yesterday, well..." She blushed furiously. "The way Applejack was dressed...I couldn't stop lookin' at her. Y'know, her...body." She sighed. "And I..."

"You wanted to...with her?" Fluttershy asked.

"I dunno. Maybe. Yeah." Rainbow shrugged. "So...am I gay?"

Fluttershy frowned thoughtfully. "No...I don't think so," she said. "Let me ask you: what...what you did with Spike. Did you...enjoy that?"

Rainbow chuckled. "Heh...yeah. I mean, it was kinda gross, but...I wouldn't mind doing that again."

Fluttershy smiled. "Then you're not necessarily gay. If you like boys and girls, you're bisexual. Or, you may just not know for sure yet. Either way, I wouldn't worry too much about it." She wrapped an arm around Rainbow. "Just do what feels right, and make sure you don't do anything stupid."

Rainbow raised an eyebrow. "You mean like letting Spike come inside me?"

Fluttershy eeped. "Oh goodness. That...that wasn't very smart, was it?" She tugged at her ponytail. "Oh dear."

* * * * *

//Hey Spike! It's Pinkie.//

"Oh, um...hey."

//Wanna come over? I'm feeling kinda horny.//

"I don't know if that's a good idea. Twilight's pretty mad at me..."

//So instead of coming over here and having sex with me, you're just gonna sit around being grumped at by your sister?//

"Hey! It's not like I don't have other stuff I could..." Spike trailed off. "Okay yeah I'll be right over."

He headed down the hall, pausing when he saw Twilight sitting on the living room sofa, reading. "Uhh, hey Twilight."

"Hi Spike."

"I'm, uh...heading out," he said.

"That's nice."

Spike scratched his head, shrugged, and headed for the door. As he was putting his shoes on, Twilight asked, "Off to have sex with another one of my friends?"

"Actually yeah," Spike said. "I'm headed over to Pinkie's place."

"Just Pinkie?" Twilight asked. "No freaky perverted foursomes with Rainbow and Fluttershy?"

"Not until next week," Spike replied. "Well, I'm off." He slammed the door behind him.

Twilight frowned, turned a page, and kept reading. "Jerk," she muttered.

* * * * *

Pinkie answered the door wearing a loose tank top and panties. "Hey Spike!" she said. "Come on in!"

"Hey Pinkie," Spike said as he took off his shoes. Pinkie locked the front door, then led Spike back to her bedroom.

"Go ahead and take your clothes off," Pinkie said as she shed her tank top and panties, flinging them into the corner. She flopped onto the bed. She looked at Spike as he started slowly undressing, and frowned. "What's wrong?"

Spike sighed. "Twilight being mad at me sucks," he said. "And she's really mad right now."

"Yeah," Pinkie said with a sigh. "She's pretty mad. But don't let it get you down." She smiled at him. "I think I know what'll cheer you up. Come on over here."

Spike finished undressing and sat on the bed. Pinkie stretched out and laid her head in his lap. She fondled his balls and licked the head of his manhood, which rapidly stirred to attention. She smiled. "There's my happy guy," she said. "Let's see if I can beat Rainbow's high score!"

"High score?" Spike asked, dumbfounded.

Pinkie took Spike's dick into her mouth. Her head bobbed up and down in his lap; Spike shuddered in pleasure at the warm, wet pressure of her tongue on his shaft. Pinkie's soft grunts and slick wet slurps and pops enticed him as much as, if not more so than, the act itself. He gasped and grunted, leaning back against his hands as Pinkie's lips caressed his member. It took almost five minutes for him to come; Pinkie produced a tissue from a box on the side of the bed and neatly spat his load into it, tossing it in her wastepaper basket.

"Rainbow swallowed," Spike said.

"Aww," Pinkie pouted. "Guess I lose this round." She tapped her finger against her chin. "Then again, I actually had sex with you, and she didn't, so...guess I'm still ahead!"

Spike laughed. "Heh, yeah." He took hold of Pinkie's breasts and kneaded them, leaning in to suck and bite her nipples. She gasped and slid her hand between her legs, teasing her sex. With her other hand, she rubbed Spike's dick, coaxing it to life. "Hey Pinkie," Spike said as he tweaked her nipple, "I wanna try something, if you're up for it."

"Is it kinky?" Pinkie asked.

"Pretty kinky, yeah," Spike said.

Pinkie gave him a sultry smile. "Do go on," she said.

"Do you trust me?" Spike asked. At Pinkie's nod, Spike pushed her onto her back, then straddled her torso, positioning himself so that his body touched the bottoms of her breasts.

Pinkie raised an eyebrow. "Ooooh, I think I see where this is going."

Spike laid his dick between Pinkie's breasts, which he seized in his hands, pushing them up and in. He kept kneading her breasts and playing with her nipples as he thrust into her soft flesh. "Is...is this okay?" he asked.

"It feels kinda weird," Pinkie said. "But keep it up!"

Spike thrust as hard as he could against Pinkie's breasts, grunting as their weight bounced against him. Pinkie whimpered softly with each thrust, holding on tightly to Spike's thighs. When he came, he spurted all over her chest, neck, and face. He sagged backward, nearly falling off Pinkie. She caught his arms and gently pulled him beside her. "That...was weird," Spike said.

"Are you tired?" Pinkie asked.

"Yeah," Spike said.

"Well...think you might still feel up to doing stuff to my pussy?" Pinkie asked hopefully.

Spike grinned, slipping his hand between her thighs and rubbing her slit. "I think I can manage that," he said. He spent several minutes stroking and fingering her, eliciting gasps and moans. Then, he wrapped his arms around her hips, squeezing and kneading her butt as he kissed and licked her sex. Pinkie giggled and gasped, fondly stroking the back of his head as he went down on her. After almost ten minutes of this, he sat up. "I think I'm ready to fuck you now," he said.

"Yay!" Pinkie cheered, clapping and giggling.

"Hey, um...can I do you doggy-style this time?"

"Oooh, naughty," Pinkie said. She got off the bed and got down on her hands and knees, raising her butt into the air. Spike stood behind her, grabbing her ass firmly as he rubbed his dick against her slit, teasing her before he thrust in hard and deep. "Oof!" Pinkie cried.

"I'm gonna do it really hard," Spike warned.

"Got it," Pinkie said.

Spike rammed into Pinkie as hard as he could, then pulled out slowly and drove his cock deep. Pinkie cried out with each hard, deep thrust. Spike squeezed her ass as he pounded into her, picking up speed. Pinkie's cries and ragged moans grew louder and sharper as Spike pounded her, grunting with exertion.

"S-spike?" Pinkie squeaked out between moans. "D-don't c-come insiiiiide me..."

"I'm...ngh...not," he said. He pulled out suddenly, pressing his dick between Pinkie's ass cheeks, which he thrust against for another thirty seconds. Pinkie moaned and gasped as her body bucked, her breasts swaying violently. When Spike finally came, his seed spread out across her back and butt. He staggered away from her, nearly falling flat on his ass. Pinkie fell forward, landing right on her breasts. "A-are you okay, Pinkie?" Spike asked.

"I'm okay," Pinkie said. "You're really getting good at that."

"I'm getting a lot of practice."

Pinkie giggled. "You were kinda rough on me there, but...I liked it." She stood up, wincing slightly. "I need a shower. Do you want a wet towel or something?"

"Yeah, that'd be good," Spike said. He followed her out of the room. "Also, can I watch you shower?"

Pinkie smirked. "Sure. You can even take pictures if you want!"

* * * * *

Once Spike had gone home, Pinkie headed to her desk and opened her laptop. She looked up at the ceiling, where she had carefully affixed a camera above the bed. She looked at the camera peeking out from under the lip of her bedside table, and the one next to her on her bookcase. She giggled. "Let's see how this turned out..."

Pinkie spent the next two hours editing the footage from the three cameras into a steamy, raunchy amateur sex video. With a devious grin, she e-mailed it to Fluttershy, Rainbow, Rarity, Applejack...

...and Twilight.

"Enjoy, ladies," she said.

Index
Chapter Six
Chapter Eight