With no large beds available, Twilight and Rainbow Dash had once again decided to have sex on the floor. Spike was downstairs featherdusting the entire house, the “aah”s of various volumes a minor annoyance.

“Twilight?” Rainbow managed to get out in between coughs. “You can’t—”

“What’s stopping me?” She pushed Rainbow’s muzzle back to her genitalia. “And before you say it again, I don’t care what you’re actually talking about. I told you, I’m Twilight.”

If Rainbow was paid a decent wage for being a fake rape victim, she would never have to work. And she was, at the moment, but not all of her sex could make it into an episode. The new show’s company had considered selling all the extra sex footage they had as pornography, but doing it with world-saviours would either make them tons of money or cause so much controversy it would ruin them, and the money already rolling in from the world-saviour reality show wasn’t something anyone wanted to risk.

Eventually the sex had to end, if for no other reason than Equestria’s planet’s star expanding and cooking everything, but the actual reason it happened was even more unlikely.

“Am I done now?” Rainbow said.

“Yes.”

“Well, if—wait, yes?”

“Yes.”

She got up. “Freyja, all I can smell is your fucking fluids....”

Twilight, meanwhile, got further down, now lying on the floor instead of sitting. “Will you stay here tonight? I mean, this is better than a cloud, isn’t it? Seriously, I’ve never slept on a cloud, I don’t know.”

“Clouds are nice, but beds are way bedder.”

“Thanks. I don’t want to feel lonely.”

“You had to be forced by the state to make friends.”

“I’ve changed.”

And so they did sleep together, although not on the same bed. Twilight was already well underway with reading something when Rainbow got up.

“Hi, Rainbow. Can you stay here for the next year?”

“I’m pretty much gonna brush my teeth and leave.”

“Come on.”

“No.”

And so she did morning things and left. It was too cold to do anything physical, which meant her favourite activity was out, so she went to the next one down: no activity at all, or lying on a cloud and relaxing.

“What should I do today?”

“Okay, Rainbow Dash, say what you just said there, but don’t look at the camera. This is supposed to be a sickening, store-bought, overiced slice of life, not feel like a reality show.”

She looked in a different direction. “What should I do today?”

“Not directly away from the camera, like perpendicular to it. Just looking into the distance. Don’t have a thousand-yard stare kinda thing, though, just relaxed like you’re not fixated on a specific point anywhere.”

Rainbow faced the way instructed and tried to make a calm, contemplating expression. “What should I do today?”

“No, say it like you said it before, like it’s come to you just now naturally. You’re saying it like you’re reading from a script.”

She took a second to concentrate. “What should I do today?”

“Perfect, we’ll use that.”

Big Mac answered his door.

“Can we have sex?” Applejack said.

“No.”

“Fahne. Say, what’s that thing you’re leavin’ for in a few hours about?”

“It isn’t important.”

“You can tell your sister stroke lover.” He closed the door. “What is it? You can tell me. Ah’ve killed ponies, you know, Ah’m sure it’s okay.” There was no response, and she went back to her room. “Well, now Ah have half an hour to fill. Ah hate havin’ so much free tahme. Wait, what? What’s wrong with me? Ah’m goin’ to Zecora.”

She tried to go to Zecora, but got killed by one of the dangerous forest things on the way.

“Hello,” Zecora said.

“Hey.” She came in and closed the door.

“How did you hurt yourself this time?”

“Ah’m fahne, but... don’t kill me when Ah say this, Ah’ll explain mahself... but there’s a good thing that Ah don’t like.”

“Explain yourself.”

“Ah have too much free tahme and Ah don’t know how to use it.”

“You don’t watch enough poorly-lit online videos.”

“Trust me, that ain’t the problem.”

“Blogs? Video games?”

“Ah don’t read any blogs.”

“See? There’s the problem. Now go.”

“Don’tchya get lonely in here?”

“Leave.”

“Ah have one more question. Do you know anythin’ about Big Mac an’ his thing he won’t tell me? You know what Ah’m talkin’ about? Three o’ clock?”

“Yes. He has an embarrassing injury.”

“Then shouldn’t he be here as soon as he can?”

“It isn’t a thing that’ll get worse. Now leave.”

“But still, whah would he delay it in the first place?”

“You’d have to ask him. Leave or I’ll break a potion over your head.”

She left.

Rainbow Dash had decided what to do today: fuck Applejack. She gave her favourite door, the front door of the Sweet Apple Acres house, a knock it would definitely feel in the morning. Applejack came down.

“Big Mac’ll be gone in a few minutes,” she whispered. “Just... be back then.”

In a few minutes, she came back.

“Big Mac’ll be gone in a few seconds. Just... be back then.”

In a few seconds, she came back.

“BigMac’llbegoneinherehecomes.”

“What are you doing?” Big Mac said.

“It’s... an in-joke. Years to explain. Have fun.”

He left and Rainbow came in. Without a word, they went up to Applejack’s room.

“Hey, I don’t know if I’ve told you this,” Rainbow said.

“Yeah?”

“I have a relationship with Twilight.”

“What?”

“Yeah. Ten days ago, somethin’ like that, I made her my side girl.”

“Oh. So Ah’m still the one?”

“Of course.”

“Well, Ah guess Ah can’t complain.”

“It’s just, since it’s another romantic relationship....”

“It’s good.”

“So, apart from all that... you aren’t at least shocked we love each other?”

“You have been talkin’ about her a lot. It seems lahke you live there.”

“I guess... you’re not mad that I cheated on you, though?”

“Ah cheated on you then told you after ten days too.”

“You know, we’re so perfect for each other.”

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