“Uh-huh,” Spike said, on the phone with a mystery pony.

“Yeah, I understand,” he said in response to a mystery statement.

“I might be there, I’ll have to check with Twilight first.”

“No, I won’t tell her.”

“I swear, I won’t tell her!”

“I will.”

“Bye.”

Spike hung up the phone.

“‘Won’t tell her’?” Twilight, who was behind Spike the whole time, said. “Won’t tell whom what?”

Spike turned around. “Um, nothing. Silver Spoon wants me to meet her somewhere, do you think it’s a trap?”

“If it was Diamond Tiara, I might be worried. Then again, she’s probably working for her right now.”

“She said it was just her there.”

“She could just be lying.”

“But what would Diamond Tiara want with me?”

“I don’t know, but she’s evil, you know that. We can’t take any chances.”

“But what if it really is just her?”

“We can’t take any chances, Spike.”

“But if we don’t take any chances, then what will the chapter be about?”

“That’s actually a good point.”

“What?” camerapony #3 said into her radio.

“I was saying he makes a—”

“They’re switching the chapter to an Appledash conversation,” camerapony #3 said.

“Ah like how you have a real big bed even though Ah show up at Cloudsdale maybe once a year.”

“Well, you know. I won it. On a radio contest.”

“You don’t have a radio.”

“Yes, I do. I won one on a radio contest.”

Silence.

“Oh,” Rainbow said. “Okay, so what if I put in an ace-size bed?”

“It’s a lotta money.”

“But now we can finally experience what non-bondage bed sex is like!”

“We coulda done that with a smaller bed.”

“Yeah, and you can finally experience... cereal... with stale cereal.”

“Ah’m ready for the next room.”

Meanwhile, Fluttershy was having a sexual fantasy.

“What? I was just imagining Rainbow romantically holding me.”

It’s a fantasy and it’s sexual. Sounds like a sexual fantasy to me.

“But it’s not—”

“That’s a really big shower,” Applejack said. “Is everythin’ on this floor about sex?”

“Well, you know. I had to pick a place out somehow.”

“Is the computer room gonna be a ballpit?”

“No.”

The other bedroom was noticeably different to the master. Its floor, walls, and ceiling were wood covered by paint nor wallpaper, and the only features were a lightbulb hanging from a wire in the centre of the ceiling and a mattress in the far corner.

“And so this is the guest bedroom,” Rainbow said.

“Whah would you invahte Rarity into your house overnaht?”

“So she can sleep here. And it doesn’t have to be Rarity.”

“Who else do you know that deserves this kahnda thing?”

“I dunno. Hey, can you go inside the room for a minute?”

“Okay....”

She stepped inside and heard a turny locking sound, then looked behind her and saw that there was no lock on her side of the door.

“It locks from the outsahde?”

“Yep.”

“Y’know, if you really wanted to be mean, you wouldn’t even have the laht an’ mattress.”

“Yeah, but that’s not as funny. So I’m gonna go to the Crème, maybe see Scootaloo, see you in a bit.”

“Lemme out.”

“Meh.”

“You’re mah bitch, lemme out.”

She let her out. “Isn’t that fun?”

“Ah feel lahke you’d get off on me leavin’ you in there.”

“I might.”

“So this room’s about sex too?”

“Yeah.”

She went out and looked at the doorknob. “Ah never thought much ah that lock....”

“Not only is it about sex, it’s another good thing for if Rarity comes.”

“She’s a unicorn, y’know.”

“So the final room....”

The computer room didn’t have anything sexual about it, and all comments anyone ever made about it amounted to “wow, this exists”.

“Wow...” Applejack said, “This exists.”

“I know, it’s not very exciting. So do you like the house?”

“Besahdes the fact that you got a sexy house without a torture basement, yeah.”

“The thing I really wanted was a pool for sexy pool parties, but it’s Cloudsdale, so....”

“Who’d we have at a sexy pool party anyway?”

“I dunno, that’s a good point. So wanna have sex?”

“Ah’m not in the mood.”

“Are we snogging?”

“No.”

“Are you beating me up?”

“No.”

“Are you saying you don’t want to do anything sexual?”

“Yup.”

“Fine. I’ll just go over to Twilight after.”

After they said bye to each other then talked for thirty more minutes, they left by balloon and flying. I wonder where Applejack’s plane was parked.

“Hi, Rainbow!”

“Don’t you ever get tired of seeing me?”

“Come in.”

She came in. “You know, it’s weird, I’m not on the floor begging for you to stop yet.”

“Well, I apologise for not committing any sexual assault today.”

“It’s just that usually it starts automatically and I don’t have to do anything.”

“Oh, you want to snog right now?”

“Only if you want to. So yes.”

“It’s just that a lot of the time we kiss, you don’t really want to.”

“It’s not really that I don’t wanna, it’s more like I don’t have a preference. Except when I’m begging for you to stop, of course.”

Twilight hugged Rainbow and closed her eyes.

“What?”

“I am trying so hard not to rape you right now.”

“If you wanna rape me, we can go to the bedroom.”

“But I’m trying to fight my addiction.”

“There’s nothing wrong with you.”

“It feels like I have an addiction.”

“Why do you have to be concerned now?”

“For you. Sometimes you don’t seem to like it when I rape you.”

“Well, I want you to right now, so come on.”

They went to the bedroom. The following sentence is false.

“I went to a book burning this morning,” Twilight said.

“So Twilight?”

“Yeah?”

“Can I clop you?”

“I feel that enough already.”

“Please?”

“Are you sure you don’t want me to clop you?”

“I’m sure.”

“If you want, we can do it.”

And so they got down and began doing that.

“Holy Faust, Rainbow, that’s—Rainbow, stop.”

She stopped. “Sorry. What did I do that I’m sorry for?”

“Why did you stop?”

“Because you told me to stop.”

“I thought that meant I liked it. That’s what it usually means from you, right?”

“How was I supposed to know?”

“I don’t know. It’s fine, just keep going.”

“We should have an actual safeword.”

“Um... octagon.”

“Octagon?”

“I was thinking of stop, and that made me think of stop signs.”

“Okay, sure.”

Not that it ever ended up mattering. Twilight’s orgasm scream made one of the cameraponies deaf for the rest of the day, but there’s already an episode about that. Twilight licked some cum off of Rainbow’s hoof, and possibly her leg, it’s kind of hard to tell.

“Okay, I did like that,” Twilight said. “What now?”

“What do you want?”

“Now I feel like forcing you to snog with me.”

“If you’re gonna do that, don’t be mild, rape me.”

“No.”

It wasn’t exciting, so the transcribers gave themselves another well-deserved break.

“I love you, Rainbow,” Twilight said.

“That’s generic.”

“I thought you liked that. Why do you have to be Rainbow Dash all of a sudden?”

“I dunno. I have something to tell you.”

“What?”

“I might not keep the house I bought.”

“But it’s so awesome.”

“I’m gonna sell it at a ridiculous price.”

“How?”

“Because I lived in it, it should be way more valuable. Right?”

“I don’t think that’ll work.”

“Then with all my money, I’ll buy another house, and so on.”

“You can’t upgrade houses by being Rainbow Dash.”

“You sure about that?”

“Yeah.”

“It’ll work.”

“No, it won’t.”

“Why not?”

“I just gave a reason.”

“Well, I’m gonna try it.”

“That’s fine, I don’t mind being proven right.” There was no response given. “Do you have anything to say?”

“No.”

“Then eat me out.”

“Okay.”

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