The silence was somewhat deafening. Trixie and Sunset’s mouths were open like a pair of funnels as they tried to process what they were supposed to do or how they were supposed to answer Miss Luna’s…observation. Then, the loudest, almost creakingly slow, motion was spotted out the corner of Sunset and Trixie’s eyes. It was the silent yet roaring, completely subtle yet blazingly obvious sight of the corners of Viny Scratch’s mouth curling up into a devious smile.

“AHHHHHHH YEAHHHHHHH!!!” she screamed a rebel yell, as she tugged a strange, cubic object from…some pocket or space behind her. The cube was a palm sized object with a single red button and no particular designs or marks upon its faces. “NOW YER TAALKIIIIINNNNN!!!” She screamed, just before she took the box and slammed it, button side, down onto an empty spot on the refreshment table. The object unfolded, looking much like a tiny ‘Dumbo, the elephant’, unwrapping itself to reveal a tiny yet potent audio system. It had deep, pounding, vibrant club sounds bumping and shaking from its outstretched ‘ears’, slightly imitating the flapping wings of a humming bird or a dragonfly. The complex audio device, sitting in the center of these vibrating, flaps-like speakers, had a fairly animated, glowing, touch-screen control panel, a handful of miniature layers or decks, lots of knobs and buttons, and light spilling out from any gap that the machine had in its surfaces. To top it all off was a telescoping rod that suddenly rose from the center rear of this machine and, seemingly out of nowhere, popped out a self-illuminated, highly reflective, miniature disco ball, which, for its size, impressively dazzled and lit up the bottom half of the lounge. At least that was as far as they could see it ‘dazzle’ things up, but, honestly, the girls were wondering if this thing could be seen from space.

“Yeah, yeah, YEAAAHHHH!!!” Viny crowed as she held her arms high above her head and began gyrating and swaying her hips to the music, in a medium paced yet energetic dance. She soon brought her hands down and began unzipping her windbreaker. Miss Luna began howling with laughter, as did Rainbow Dash and Applejack.

“Whoooowee!!! Take it off, girl!!!” Applejack cheered Vinyl on as she, Dash, and Miss Luna began bouncing their shoulders back and forth and even clapping to the pounding beat.

Spike, beside himself and really, REALLY lost on how to feel about all this, could only frown in shock. He turned to Rarity for assistance. She wasn’t of much help, herself, as she only blushed her pale cheeks red and watched on with wide eyes and a hand over her lips. They both suddenly looked up at the chandelier, as its brighter, golden light suddenly flushed from the room. Apparently, Rainbow Dash had killed the lights, leaving now only the dark yet exciting, club-like atmosphere to splash and spill across the floor and walls. In the darkness, the party girls in the group, including Miss Luna, seemed to get even wilder.

Vinyl Scratch was already down to her bra and panties, revealing, in the spinning lights and neon glows, her sweet, trim, lily white limbs to the world, along with a wild set of undergarments that screamed with lightning bolts of various, cool hues. This aspect of her was particularly tasty, for the moment that she had them on. It was as if her cute pair of perky breasts and tightly, thinly clothed puff of pussy were live and covered with electricity.

Sunset and Trixie were standing by, idle and silent in shock. Vinyl soon moved to the center of the room and continued to dance, urging anyone up to the same spirit to do the same…which they soon did. Miss Luna, and her curvy, voluptuous, devilishly tasty body was a particular spectacle, leaving stander-bys gasping in amazement at how sexily she could…shake that booty. As a sweet, warm, welcoming atmosphere of welcome started to sink into the crowd, everyone started to feel a lot less apprehensive about doing…anything. In fact, Sunset and Trixie started to feel rather enticed to join in on the wild, unbridled, giggling chaos before them.

Sunset took a gander towards Trixie with a smile. Trixie displayed a somewhat timid version, the same. “Well…it does look like fun, heheh…” Sunset commented, glancing at the girls…which was now starting to include…Rarity, of all people.

“Oh…no…way!” Trixie gasped, observing as Rarity joined the fray.

Sunset giggled, shaking her head. She then turned back to Trixie, smiling nervously, as she was on the cusp of a decision. “…I will if you will…” she said, taking hold of the steel-studded lapel of her trademark leather jacket.

Trixie answered only with a bashful smile and a silent giggle…before both she and Sunset Shimmer began to do all but tear the clothes from their bodies, hollering like two screaming banshees from hell.

The next hour or so sped into a haze of flashing lights and giggling, jiggling bounties of flesh…and a little fur, as Spike and the girls settled into an admittedly potent and extremely heavy atmosphere of warmth, friendship, and hyperactivity. As the moments slipped by, everyone began feeling less and less self-conscious and extremely close. It was then that, in a moment of clarity, Spike felt a little off, maybe a little too welcome and welcomed with everyone. It was then that he wondered if he wasn’t imagining Vinyl giving their drink some kind of special ‘additive’, before they left the kitchen. Was there something in the punch? He was almost certain that there was, but, the moment passed, and, really, he could care less at the time, as he was jukin’ and jivin’ with Miss Luna and/or Rarity, while Trixie was riding on his shoulders like a crazy cowgirl. The uncontrollable atmosphere seemed to cascade into a crash, when Spike suddenly lost balance on a dance step and toppled forward into Rarity, Luna, Rainbow Dash, and Sunset Shimmer. After a few moments of spinning stars, that spun like galaxies around everyone’s heads, someone snickered, attempting to control their giggle, and then, everyone exploded with a loud, barreling, collapsing peal of hearty laughter. With a mighty cheer, everyone picked themselves up and continued to dance like maniacs.

Spike suddenly felt a pair of small, gentle hands tug at his forearm, in the darkness. “…Spike?” he heard a voice ‘whisper’ loudly to him, as he was tugged towards its general direction. He turned aside to find that it was Trixie.

“Oh. What’s up, Trixie?” he warmly replied.

Trixie smiled, slightly embarrassed. “…I need to use the lady’s room.”

After a moment of quiet absorption, they suddenly began laughing at each other. Apparently, it was the awkwardness that got to them.

“Hang on a second…” Spike said and excused himself towards Rarity. “Hey, Rar, you got a downstairs bathroom here? Our guest needs to use the…facilities.” he said, nudging his head towards Trixie.

Rarity giggled at Spikes cordiality. “Certainly, darling.” she began, even as they were funnily shaking hips and doing various gestures with their limbs, shuffling and dancing together. “It’s in the far, right hand corner of the ballroom. You can’t miss it.”

“Thanks.” he said and nuzzled his nose to hers, before he excused himself from her presence.

“Ohohh, Spike, mhmhmhmm…” Rarity giggled in reply.

“Hey!” Spike called out to Trixie, who was already back on the dance floor, with Dash and AJ. “I know where the bathroom is! Follow me!”

“Oh! Right!” Trixie called to him. “Be right back!!!” she then said to Applejack and Rainbow Dash, before she and Spike, for no clear reason, ran giggling out of the lounge.

One would think that a straight trip down a straight hallway would not take so long. However, a hyperactive, drug induced, dazed and confused trip, even down a straight, well lit hallway, could be very unpredictable, to say the least. Aside from being convinced, at some point in time, that they were trouncing down a pathway of gold or yellow bricks, in a field of bright flowers and deep, green grass, Spike and Trixie’s perception of their surroundings changed at will into a myriad of various other things, including an ancient castle, a Greco-Roman style temple, and a long, naturally made forest path, whose hall was made of tall, thickly canopied trees. Thankfully, the effects of the potent but indiscernible drug thinned enough to let them find their way back to Rarity’s main hallway (which they never actually left) and into the dark, empty dance hall…which Spike was doing his best to keep from morphing into an ancient Egyptian tomb. Trixie, on the other hand, wasn’t doing so well in this department.

“Spike! The snakes! Oh ghad!!! They’re everywhere!!!” she screamed as she clutched onto his arm.

“Calm down, Trixie. They’re not actually there.” Spike said and tried to pull her back into the real world.

“…What do you mean?! I can see them AND hear them, all around!”

Spike was a bit miffed at their situation. “…Yeah…don’t worry ‘bout it. I think SOMEONE spiked the punch ‘n we’re all seeing things from…whatever was in there.”

Trixie loosened her grip, only slightly. “R…really?”

“Yeahhh.” Spike groaned.

“But…I can really hear and see it!”

“Mmmm…” Spike pondered a moment, trying to think of some way to help alleviate Trixie’s…‘condition’. Thankfully, his canine eyes had a keen sense of night vision, which had since kicked in, while they were treading into the darkness. He could see plainly a light switch of sorts, on the right wall behind him, so, he moved forth to…

“Ough! No! We’ll get bitten!!!” Trixie groaned.

“Cuhhhmohhhn, Trixie! Lemme just get the lights, and…”

“No, no, NOHHHHH!” Trixie moaned and squealed, utter terror filling her lungs and making the hairs on the back of Spike’s neck rise. He was glad that the others couldn’t hear her, or they’d be rushing over, possibly thinking he was doing something wrong with her. “If you get bitten, then you’ll pass out, maybe even die! Ohhhh! Then who will lead me out of this snake infested hell hole?!?!”

Spike was utterly dumbfounded. He really didn’t know how to react to Trixie, especially since he knew that she was simply tripping off her nut, hard. If he couldn’t pull her out of her predicament, it certainly wouldn’t help to push her farther into it, by making her imagine him getting bitten by a snake. Who knows what she would be envisioning then.

“Eghhh…aaalriiiight.” Spike groaned, stepping back from the direction of the light switch…and the snakes, apparently. He then coaxed her to peer across the long, wide dance floor of the ballroom and to the somewhat distant shadow of a doorway, standing in the far right corner. “Can you see that doorway, all the way over t…uh…just that short…very not long trippy ways, over there?” Spike spoke, quickly retracting his description, as he suddenly realized that he was guiding…if not straight out CREATING whatever image was popping into her head.

“Y…yes?” Trixie replied, ‘pulling’ the doorway closer to them and making the room shrink back to its original size, much like an accordion.

“Okay…we gotta make it past these sna…snnnnnnacks…yeah, edible, chewy granola snacks, so we can get you to the bathroom.”

Trixie looked nervously around her. “Uh…eeeuohkay. But…don’t let us get bitten by the granola snacks on the way over there.”

‘…Well that went well…’ Spike whispered to himself, as he began leading them down this horribly perilous trek he was thankful, yet envious, that he couldn’t see.

He tried to make a beeline for the corner. He was firmly halted by the sensation of nails nearly digging into his skin, through his fur, and by a frightful groaning of Trixie, saying “Oh, no…NOO!”

Spike nearly growled, feeling that she was being utterly ridiculous. He was about to ask why she was so scared, but, he stopped himself, guessing that the granola snacks were smack dab in front of them. “Ughh, which way?” Spike groaned in return, not doing the best of jobs in masking his annoyance.

“Left…left!” Trixie urged, and they did so.

Spike steered them towards the center of the room, ‘going left’ as directed, but, only complying as little as possible to satisfy Trixie’s phobic whims. This was fine for a while…until she said again, “Left! Left!”

“…Left…” Spike replied, half asking, with a voice that annoyedly questioned her reason.

“Yes!” she urgently replied.

“…As in…away from the door?”

“YES!”

Spike rolled his eyes in the darkness. He was even tempted to smack his face with his free paw, but, in a slightly more gentlemanly manner, he controlled his impulses.

He could wish for a straighter, more direct path to the restroom, but, instead, they began wandering about, as if they were treading the great, wrinkled lobes of a giant brain. Trixie steered Spike this way and that, swerving in brilliant vectors that only a drunken boxer could understand. It was getting to the point that Spike was really, really tempted to simply snatch Trixie up like a football and make for the goalpost, which only seemed to tease him, standing nearer and farther with every step they took. Strangely enough, she seemed to take care of his needs, when she screamed “Oh no! A giant cobra!!!” and scurried up his body like a squirrel.

“Where is…gmmmffff…Twmmfxffmmm!!!” Spike’s questions and complaints were quickly muffled as Trixie mounted Spike’s shoulders and swiveled around his head like an office chair. Now…that football tactic he was considering only moments ago was sounding pretty good.

This moment did turn out to be a blessing in disguise, however, on a couple of points. First, Trixie started screaming “Run! Run! He’s coming for us!”, which meant that, albeit that Spike was pretty much blind, with Trixie’s body blocking 100% of his vision, he was now able to make a swift, straight line for the bathroom. Second, much to Spike’s delight…or chagrin, depending on how you looked at it, Trixie was practically squeezing his face with her thighs, right smack dab in front of her sweet smelling, tantalizing, cute, little pussy. Spike was breathing ferociously hard, on the sprint, and drinking in great, hot, billowing wafts of tasty steam off her sweaty womanhood, putting him in quite the bind. He knew that all she was seeing was practically nonexistent, so, he wasn’t exactly in the mindset of a panic. This fact put his focus on A: getting to the door, so that this whole ordeal could be over with…and B: having his curiosities tickled and his instincts, as a dog, teased, with a meatily perfumed tuft of cornflower blue hair and a set of cute, sweet, petite looking lips all but begging to be explored by him, nearly kissing his face. Still…he felt it wrong. His heart held him in place, as a gentleman and the container of a noble dragon soul. It wasn’t right…he left it at that. Yet, one could only wonder what Trixie was thinking. Was she even conscious of the fact that Spike was running and breathing hot, heavy blasts of breath straight into her…

“Ough!” Trixie half groaned, half squealed, squeezing her thighs together suddenly, as she felt the tickling huffs of Spike’s breath tease the sensitive hairs and lips of her sweaty pussy. “Spike! You stop that this instant! We’re running for our lives here!”

“Stop what?!” Spike retorted, now looking out the corners of his eyes, examining the tiny slivers of available vision, above Trixie’s thighs, trying to gain notice of how far or near they were from the restroom door.

“Stop…ohoughh! Stop breathing on me like thaghahht! It…ough…tickles!!!”

“I can’t help it!” Spike yelled, “You’re giving me no choice!”

Trixie looked down onto Spike and considered the fact. It was true. Something else was also true, that, when she felt the hot yet cooling, living breeze flow from Spike’s mouth and caress the tender inseams of her body, it made Trixie notice, more and more…how good it felt to feel a man…touch her with his breath. She had lost sight of the ‘cobra’ moments ago already, and, now, she was simply envisioning a brightly lit meadow, with patches of wildflowers where the ‘granola snacks’ used to be.

“How far away is the…uh…what was it…cobra?!” Spike screamed his, admittedly, false yet thoroughly enthusiastic concerns.

“The what? Oh…right…it’s left us alone. Y…you can…slow down now.” Trixie stated. Actually, she wouldn’t mind if they simply stayed still for a bit and let Spike have a gentle breathe affair with her attentive, moistening womanhood.

“Oh…hah…hah…gohohhd…heh…” Spike panted.

“Nnnnnghhh…” Trixie groaned quietly. His words, literally, made her feel really good.

They had finally reached the wall with a bump, making them both realize that their ‘adventure’ was over. “Wuh, where’s the…door…knob!” Spike gripped and fussed, tilting forward and groping around to feel where exactly the door posts were and where the knob would roughly be.

“Ough!” Trixie panicked as she felt herself slipping off Spike’s shoulders.

Trying to multi task, as he felt Trixie dig her legs into his back and squeeze her thighs a little tighter around his head, Spike reached up in quick reaction, supporting the weight of her body by gripping one of her soft yet wonderfully toned buttocks. Spike didn’t notice, because he was so involved in holding Trixie up and looking for the door knob, that nearly all the muscles in Trixie’s nether regions tensed and twitched in massive reaction to feeling his large, powerful paw grab at her tender ass.

“Nnnggghhheh…where…aha!!!” Spike proclaimed when he finally found and twisted at the pesky, little doorknob, allowing it to unlock and swing freely open, with a slight, swift kick from Spike’s mighty leg. He then pulled Trixie back up…shamelessly grabbing her other buttock with his now free paw, and carried her into the bathroom with a nice, firm, supportive seat, made of both his paws. Spike began to lower her to the floor, just inside the dark, unlit room, and, Trixie was mighty grateful…that he simply was unaware of how turned on she was by his large, muscular digits. Her excited cunt was nearly leaking from the sensation of his fingers prodding in close proximity to her hot, hungry lips, and, her inseams and pubic mound throbbed with a longing for him to keep doing as he was doing…and more.

“…Nnhh…ohh…Th…thank you.” Trixie spoke in a fairly subdued tone. It wasn’t that she was ungrateful. It was just that she was trying her damndest to mask her disappointment of Spike letting loose of her body.

“No problem…mostly.” Spike replied, quickly. “Now…where’s that light switch?...” Spike said before turning to the walls just on the inside of the doorway and probing for some sort of switch-like object. “There it is…” he said, as his pawtips alighted upon some sort of button or nipple-like switching contraption.

*click!*

…

They froze in place.

It was silent at first. Then, all the sounds of sweetly flowing water began, and, the incredible sight before them made their jaws drop wide with disbelief. It was bright…it was beautiful…heavenly in fact…and, last of all…it was confusing.

“S…Spike?”

“…Yeah?”

“Is…one of these a…toilet?”

“…I don’t know.”

In all honesty, Spike was wondering if they were still hallucinating.