"Umm...Rainbow? Did...did Pinkie just send you a—"

//Yeah. Uhh...are you gonna...watch it?//

"I...I really shouldn't. But...but I sort of...want to..."

//Would it help if I come over and watch with you?//

"Oh...you don't need to...I couldn't ask you to watch—"

//Oh I'm watching it.//

"Oh. Well...alright then. I'll wait for you."

* * * * *

"Sweetie Belle, could you please give me a hand with—oh? New mail from PinkiiiiEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"

"What is it, Rarity?"

"N-nevermind, Sweetie Belle! Wh-why don't you, um...run along and see what your little friends are doing! Yes! Here, here's some money...get some ice cream or see a movie or something..."

* * * * *

"Okay Granny, Ah got 'em all washed up an' peeled, an' Ah brought up a barrel o' cider! Y'sure you don't want me t' help make th' apple butter?"

"Well...Ah reckon it's about time Ah taught you mah secret recipe—"

"Whup, hold on there Granny. Just gotta check mah...whoooooa nelly. Uh...tell ya what, Granny...Ah gotta...Ah'll just letcha get on with things..."

* * * * *

Rainbow Dash walked through the door to find a beet-red Fluttershy. She smirked. "How much of it did you see before you called?"

Fluttershy blushed. "Umm...j-just Spike walking in and...taking his clothes off..."

Rainbow grinned. "So your mom's out for the day, right?"

"Y-yes..."

Rainbow grinned. "Sweet." She headed into Fluttershy's room and came back with her laptop and HDMI cord.

Fluttershy's eyes widened. "R-rainbow, wh-what?"

Rainbow smoothly set up Fluttershy's computer in front of the 47" living room television and connected the HDMI cord. "I figure, why not?"

Fluttershy frowned, trying to find a fault with that logic. "Umm...I'll just...get a blanket for us to lie on."

"Why? There's a couch right over there..."

Fluttershy turned red. "I...um..." She ran her fingers through her hair. "I'm worried about...you know...getting wet..."

Rainbow grimaced. "Yeah, good point. Not the kind of mess we wanna make on the couch..."

Once the computer was set up and the blanket was spread out, Rainbow loaded up the video. "I wonder what possessed Pinkie to make a sex video and send it to us," she said idly.

Fluttershy turned red. "I don't know," she said. "Sometimes Pinkie can be...strange."

"Only sometimes?"

The girls stretched out on the blanket. They watched Pinkie suck Spike's dick. "She's pretty good at that," Rainbow noted.

"Yeah," Fluttershy agreed.

As they watched Pinkie work Spike's dick over, Rainbow commented, "I bet Pinkie's tongue would feel awesome in my pussy."

Fluttershy frowned. "I'm the only girl you get to do gay stuff with." After a pause, she added, "Well, I'll let you do stuff like that with Applejack. Maybe."

Rainbow blinked. "Okay, seriously, you're getting weirder and weirder lately, 'Shy."

"Oh, you're allowed to be possessive and I'm not?"

"You need to let that go, 'Shy...whoa, wait, what the hell's happening now?"

Fluttershy turned very red. "Oh. Oh my."

"What the...is he...is he fucking her tits?"

"It's called paizuri," Fluttershy said. "I've only seen it in manga..."

"Ew! He just came all over her!"

"It washes off."

"REALLY weirding me out, 'Shy."

They watched Spike finger Pinkie, faces flushed. "Um...you absolutely sure nobody's going to come walking through the front door?" Rainbow asked.

"I'm not expecting anyone," Fluttershy said.

"Good." Rainbow stripped off her clothes and started pleasuring herself.

"Oh my," Fluttershy gasped. With a sigh, she did the same.

On the screen, Spike went down on Pinkie. Fluttershy and Rainbow sat side-by-side, watching raptly. Rainbow began fingering Fluttershy's sex, while Fluttershy fingered Rainbow. "Wow, Fluttershy...you're really wet," Rainbow said.

Fluttershy gasped as Rainbow stroked her G-spot. "I...aahhhn...it doesn't take much to set me off..." She looked at the television. "Oh my God...he's really pounding her!"

"Awesome," Rainbow cried, kneading Fluttershy's breast.

"Oh, Rainbow!"

As Spike hammered his cock into Pinkie and she moaned in pleasure, Rainbow and Fluttershy rolled around on the floor, groping and kneading and kissing and fingering one another. Fluttershy pinned Rainbow, her long hair hanging around them in a shroud as she ground her pussy against Rainbow's. Rainbow panted, clawing at the blanket, and wrapped her legs around Fluttershy.

At almost the same moment Spike came in the video, so did Fluttershy, drenching Rainbow and the blanket in her musky juices. Rainbow bucked with her hips, flipping Fluttershy onto her back, then buried her face in Fluttershy's crotch, lapping eagerly at every drop that clung to her hot, flushed sex. She then crawled up to Fluttershy's chest, sucking at her nipples. Fluttershy grabbed Rainbow's ass and fondled it.

The video had long since ended when the two girls lay side by side on the blanket, holding hands and panting.

"Oh God, that was...amazing..." Rainbow gasped.

"Yay..." Fluttershy moaned breathily.

* * * * *

//Hi Rarity!//

"Hello, Pinkie."

//Didja get my e-mail?//

"Yes...yes I did. Actually, that's why I'm calling..."

//Didja watch the video?//

"I...haven't watched past the part where you're, well...naked," Rarity said delicately.

//Awww,// Pinkie pouted. //You should watch it. I took an awesome pounding!//

"I'm just...wondering why you would send such a...personal video to me..."

//And the others!// Pinkie said. //I sent it to all my closest friends!//

Rarity gasped. "You...you sent it to Twilight as well?"

Pinkie giggled. //Yeppers!//

"Pinkie Pie...! That's...why would you do that?"

//Oh, I have my reasons,// Pinkie said. //Anyway, watch the video.// She giggled, then cooed seductively, //You know you wanna see what Spike can do to a girl...//

Pinkie hung up, and Rarity sagged back in her chair, frowning. "That girl...honestly..."

After a moment, she opened up the video and watched. Her cheeks grew progressively more red. "Oh...oh my...Spike certainly is...imaginative..." She raised an eyebrow. "Oh, and quite...talented, apparently..."

As soon as the video finished playing, Rarity retired to the bathroom, where she filled the tub with lavender-scented bath water and spent almost an hour luxuriating in the bath, pleasuring herself.

After a quick shower and shampoo, she wrapped herself in a fluffy towel and studied herself in the mirror. Her cheeks were rosy and her eyes were feverish. As she blow-dried her hair, she thought long and hard.

Well...not really all that long, but it was certainly very hard...

Rarity sighed as she slipped on her terrycloth robe. "Oh, very well...I suppose I'll have to arrange a romantic, sensual encounter with Spike...but on my own terms, of course."

* * * * *

Applejack munched on some popcorn as she watched Spike rail Pinkie. "Heheh...that kid's ready for th' rodeo," she said. "Ah wonder if he wrote about wantin' t' titfuck me like that..."

"Whatcha watchin'?" a voice piped up from behind her.

"GAH!" Applejack spun around to see her sister standing behind her. "Apple Bloom! What—"

"Hey, is that Spike?" Apple Bloom asked, pushing her sister out of the way. "What's he doooooooo..."

"THIS IS NOT FOR YUNGUNS' EYES!" Applejack roared, covering Apple Bloom's eyes and pushing her out of the room. She locked the door and leaned against it, taking a deep breath. "Why didn't Ah lock th' damn door?"

There was a loud knock at the door. "Applejack!" Big Macintosh's voice thundered.

"Oh horseapples." Applejack opened the door a crack. Big Macintosh stood in the hall, arms crossed, a disapproving scowl on his face. "Uh...Ah'm sorta busy right now..."

"Apple Bloom told me you was watchin' pornography in here," Big Mac said.

Applejack shifted. "Aheh...umm...it's not...that is...Ah..."

Big Macintosh pushed the door open, easily countering Applejack's weight and force. "Ah wanna watch too."

"Uhh...Ah can think of so many reasons that just ain't right..." She sighed. "Besides, it's...well..." She sagged. "Dangit all, it's Pinkie an' Spike."

Big Macintosh frowned. "Spike? Twilight's li'l brother?"

"Yep," Applejack said. "He's been pokin' Pinkie's pie, an' she sent out a video of her an' Spike doin' it in her bedroom."

Big Macintosh stared at her, eyes wide. "Spike an'...Pinkie? Really?"

"He's been doin' it with Fluttershy an' Rainbow, too," Applejack said. "Some weird shit's goin' on lately with that kid."

Big Macintosh frowned slowly, thoughtfully. "So...you've got a video over there...of Pinkie havin' sex."

Applejack nodded.

Big Mac rushed over to the desk and backed the video up to the start.

"HEY!" Applejack yelped. "That's one'a mah best friends, ya perv!"

"An' her tits are almost as big as yours," Big Macintosh said. "Uhh, not that Ah look at your tits or nothin', cuz Ah don't!" he added hastily. "It's just, they're big, an'—"

Applejack facepalmed. "Just shut up an' watch mah friend gettin' fucked," she said, leaving the room. "Ah'll be back when you're done."

* * * * *

Twilight set her book aside when the new mail notification on her computer beeped. She slid off the bed and sat down at her desk, opening her notebook.

From: Pinkie
To: Twilight
Sub: Something you really should see ^_^

Frowning, Twilight opened the attached video. She recognized Pinkie's bedroom; Pinkie walked across the screen, wearing practically nothing. Spike walked in after her. Pinkie threw her clothes across the room and flopped onto the bed naked.

Twilight slammed her notebook shut with a strangled cry. "What the...?!"

The muffled sounds of Pinkie talking, followed by other sounds, issued from the closed computer. Grimacing, Twilight opened it back up to stop the video.

Her hand froze on the trackpad as she saw what was playing out on the screen. All the color drained from her face, and her jaw dropped.

The first friend she'd made in Ponyville had her dorky little brother's THAT in her mouth.

Twilight had seen Pinkie lying naked on Spike's bed, had heard the noises they made that first day; since then, she'd heard far too much about what her brother was up to.

But somehow, the video evidence—stark and incontrovertible—of Spike's strange sex life with her friends made the whole situation much more real.

On the screen, Pinkie spat out a mouthful of OH GROSS, and the two joked lightly about it. Twilight felt her gorge rise. Then, Spike started playing with Pinkie's breasts while Pinkie touched herself...there...and started playing with Spike's...that. Twilight was one click away from closing the video when Spike mentioned wanting to do something kinky with Pinkie. The way Spike straddled Pinkie gave Twilight pause, and she drew her hand away from the trackpad, leaning closer. "What the heck is he...that isn't how you have seWHOA!" Her eyes widened. "What is he DOING?"

Twilight watched, stunned, as Spike humped Pinkie's breasts, then jizzed all over her. "That's so gross!" Twilight groaned. And yet, Pinkie didn't seem to care; instead, she pulled him alongside her and invited him to touch her body.

By now, Twilight had completely forgotten that she didn't want to watch her friend and her brother have sex. On the screen, Spike used his hands and mouth to pleasure Pinkie. This went on for several minutes; as Twilight watched, she dimly became aware of a growing heat in her own body.

Twilight squeaked when Spike asked to do Pinkie doggy-style; her face flushed when Pinkie obliged, going down on all fours and presenting herself. The burning in Twilight's nethers grew more intense as she watched her brother fuck Pinkie. She felt her own breath hitching in her chest as Pinkie moaned and swayed.

Spike pulled out, rubbing himself on Pinkie's rear and jizzing all over her. Twilight sagged back into her chair, a sense of disappointment washing over her. She frowned, puzzled by her feelings; why was she disappointed? Because it was over? Because...

*Because he pulled out and I wanted to see him come inside her.*

"GAH!" Twilight jumped, hand over her hammering heart. "No! Bad Twilight, BAD!" She shuddered. "What is WRONG WITH ME? I can't be...I shouldn't be...I..."

The video ended, and Twilight sighed, scrubbing her hands through her hair. "Why did I watch that?" she moaned. "I'm not a pervert like...like them..."

Her crotch was still hot and tingling.

"Oh god..." she whimpered. "I...I'm...I'm horny..."

Taking a deep, shuddering breath, Twilight pushed replay on the video, then sagged back in her chair, sliding one hand under her shirt to knead her breast and the other down her shorts to rub her sex. As she did so, tears of shame leaked from her eyes.

"I'm a pervert..." she sniffled.

Index
Chapter Seven
Chapter Nine