As Gilda heard the tattoo parlor’s door chime ring, she smiled a bit, eager to try out what her uncle had taught her. She looked at her next customer, a short, skinny teen boy. “Hey there. Looking for some ink today?”

“Yeah, I’m lookin’ for a tribal band on me upper arm, how much would that be?” Pipsqueak responded with a friendly smile in his trottingham accent.

“An arm band will usually run you about $130.” The rebellious teenage girl answered.

“I’ve got $100 on me, is that alright?” He asked, rubbing the back of his neck casually.

“Hm… Well, it could be, if A, you’re a student at CHS, and B, this is your first tat. We offer discounts for stuff like that.”

“Well, lucky me. I’ve got me student ID on me, and I don’t ‘ave any tattoos. Speaking of bein’ a student, you’re the new girl at CHS, right?” Pipsqueak asked Gilda, staring at her almost analytically, which would have been unnerving if he was larger.

“Depends, who’s askin’?” She shot back with a playful smirk.

“Well, I’m not a bloody ventriloquist doll, and seein’ as how I’m the only other bloke ‘ere, I’d say that I’m the one who’s askin’.” Pip replied, sarcasm thick in his voice.

Gilda’s playful attitude was gone as soon as she heard the sarcastic comment. “I meant your name, dumbass. We need to put it on record so you can get discounts in the future.”

Pip’s thoughts began to stir in anger as a response to the hostility she had directed at him. ‘Dumbass? Who does this bloody slag think she- calm down, Pip. If you loose your dogs, you can’t get your ink.’

He looked into the eyes of the leather-and-denim-clad girl before proceeding. He reached into his pocket and flashed his Canterlot High card to the girl, also handing over the decal he wanted on his arm.. “Name’s Pipsqueak, love. Just call me Pip.”

She looked over the card quickly before handing it back to him. She kept the decal for reference when penning it in. “Gilda. Now sit in the chair. Which arm you want it on?”

Let’s see, how about the one that’s not in a fuckin’ cast.” Pip replied with a laugh, waving his healthy arm. He got into the chair as Gilda had directed him to. She quickly put on some inking gloves and hooked the ink pod mounted on the wall up to a needle, preparing it for later. She then pulled out a pen from a drawer in her workstation and began to recreate the decal on his arm.

“So, you’re a walking ball of sarcasm.” Gilda huffed as she drew the design flawlessly on Pip’s arm. For her, a pattern like this was easy, and didn’t require too much focus.

“Well, I’d rather be known for anything other than my body suiting my name, even if that means being known as a sarcastic prat.” He replied with a small shrug.

“Hey, don’t move your arms! I almost messed up the penwork!” Gilda barked as she made a quick lunge at her client, expecting him to flinch, which, to his credit, didn’t happen. Gilda seemed slightly surprised. “Huh. For being such a runt, you’re pretty ballsy, you know that?”

“Who you callin’ a runt, ya skag?” Pip asked with a glare, getting defensive about the comment made referring to his size.

“ Well,” Gilda began, attempting to copy Pip’s accent, “Seein’ as how you’re the only other bloke ‘ere, I’d say that I’m callin’ you a bloody runt.” She finished with a mocking laugh as she put the finishing touches on the penwork. She capped the pen and then turned on her needle, ready to fill the design in with ink.

“Ah, stuff it, you stupid chuffer!” Pip snarled, which only made Gilda chuckle.

“You know, if you weren’t such a prick, you’d be kinda cute.”

“Cute?! I’d rather be called a tea-drinker, a limey, and every other stereotypical Trottingham insult in the book before bein’ called ‘cute’! I’m not a fuckin’ toddler, you minger!”

“Yeah, yeah, stay still while I put your ink on, dweeb.”

Hawkeye chuckled as he walked over to watch his niece at work. “Now, Now, Gilda,” He began, “Don’t you know it’s unprofessional to flirt with the customers?” He chuckled as he teased Gilda. This brought a smirk to Pip’s face.

“So that’s how you flirt, eh? If you ask me, that’s probably gonna be a big factor in your dating life, love, and not in the good way.” He snickered as Gilda growled at him.

“Do want this ink to be fucked up? Because if you keep mouthing off, that’s what’ll happen!”

“Whatever happened to ‘The customer is always right’, hm?” Pip couldn’t stop smirking, he was enjoying messing with Gilda too much.

Gilda pulled the needle away from Pipsqueak’s arm before she screamed“You’d better wipe that shit-eating grin off your face, or I’ll slap you so hard your grandmother will feel it!”

“Hard for her to feel it when she’s layin’ in her grave, love.” Pipsqueak began to laugh at the lack of ground Gilda was gaining in their exchange, which upset Gilda. A lot.

“Listen here, you scrawny fucking dweeb.” Gilda said through gritted teeth, “When I was at school back in Griffonstone, I shattered a guys nose, blinded him in one eye, and knocked out practically his whole front row of teeth in less than a minute, and he was twice your size. If you know what’s good for you, you’ll shut your mouth right now and let me finish your fucking tattoo, or else you’ll be showing it off in the emergency room. Got it?!”

“First off, I’m not a fuckin’ pushover, goth-girl! Secondly, I’m a customer, and by the looks of it, you’re not the boss ‘ere.” He nodded his head towards Hawkeye, who was stifling a laugh at the situation his niece had gotten into, encouraging Pipsqueak to keep going. “So I doubt you’ll be shattering my bones any time soon, love.” He finished, his last word with dense sarcasm, sending Gilda off the deep end.

“FUCK YOU!” She yelled, standing up and kicking her stool over. “Unc, you finish small fry’s ink, I can’t handle any dicks like him right now!” Hawkeye busted into thunderous laughter, holding his ribs as Gilda slammed the parlor’s front door closed. Pipsqueak wore a proud smirk, admiring his handiwork of infuriating his classmate.

“I’m sorry about my niece, kid. She’s, as you know, new to Canterlot. She came from a rough neighborhood; she’s not used to people playfully teasing her. She thought you were trying to humiliate her. Women, am I right?” Hawkeye chuckled, finishing Pipsqueak’s tattoo.

Pipsqueak chuckled. “Yeah, mate, women. But hey, at least she’s spirited.” This send Hawkeye into another fit of thunderous laughter.

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Mac and Spike were walking downtown. They didn’t feel like going to watch Pip get his tattoo, so they decided to take a run and then get lunch. Spike was laughing hysterically, collapsed on the table they were sitting at, his body being racked with heaving laughter.

“Mac, there’s no way that actually happened!” He said between fits of hysterics.

“Eeyup.” Mac chuckled. “Hard ta believe, Ah know, but Ah was actually able ta convince Braeburn that his 10 gallon hat could actually hold 10 gallons of water.” Spike was sent into an even more vicious roar of laughter, his face red from the hysterics, and he eventually fell off of the bench he was sitting on. He laid on the floor, holding his stomach and laughing for a full minute before he was able to control himself, taking shaky breaths as he sat himself back on the bench. All the while, Mac was still chuckling a bit, the memories of those antics with his cousin cracking his usually stoic personality.

After Spike regained his composure, he spoke to his larger friend. “Well, anyway, I should head home in a little while. Twilight is having Rarity and AJ sleepover and I need to cook them dinner so that Twilight doesn’t burn down the kitchen.” He laughed wholeheartedly as he remembered the time Twilight started a grease fire while boiling water.

Mac nodded with a small grin. “Okay, good luck with that. Ah gotta head back to the farm and start dinner for Granny and Applebloom as well.” The two bumped fists as they went opposite ways down the street, heading for their homes.

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Spike walked in and chuckled as he saw Twilight rummaging through the fridge for food. “Don’t worry, Twi, I’ll make something.”

“Oh, thank you so much, Spike! I was panicking because Applejack and Rarity will be here any minute, and I thought I was gonna have to make something, and I didn’t want to end up burning anything in the kitchen again, and-” Twilight was silenced with a passionate kiss from her lover. She sighed happily and accepted the kiss, leaning into him so he could hold her. The two began to sink further into the kiss, loving the feeling of their lips connecting. Their kissing began to become more heated, their breaths becoming more rugged until-

“The party has arrived, darling! Applejack and I are here!” Rarity said as she came through the door, beginning her entrance speech, but she was stopped dead in her tracks by what she saw. “Oh, my.” She said quietly, her face holding an expression that looked like a mix between confusion and amazement.

Spike broke the kiss and smiled at Twilight, who was blushing a bit from the passionate kiss, not knowing that what her friends had seen. “I’ll get dinner started, you go ahead and relax in the living room with the girls.”

Twilight walked into the living room as she greeted her friends. “Hey, girls. Spike’s making us dinner, so we can get everything set up while he’s cooking. You brought the cider, right, Applejack?”

“Uh…” Applejack started, “Yeah, but Ah got a question first.”

“As do I, darling.” Rarity added, a look of curiosity on her face.

“Oh, okay. What’s up, girls?” Twilight asked, smiling as they sat on the couch.

Both girls looked at Twilight in wonder before simultaneously asking, “Why did you kiss Spike?”

“Oh! That’s right, I didn’t tell you girls yet!” Twilight giggled, “Me and Spike are dating!”

“What!?” Both of Twilight’s friends screamed in unison, causing Twilight to flinch.

“Relax, girls.” Twilight giggled before continuing. “We’re not siblings by blood. My parents adopted him a few years after they had me. It’s not incest.”

They both immediately relaxed, sighing in relief. Applejack spoke up first. “Hoo-wee, that’s a relief.” she grinned, fanning her face with her Stetson.

“Yes, quite. I’m glad that your relationship with Spike is… legal. And for that reason, I will be the first to say that I support your relationship.” Rarity said before giving Twilight a hug.

Twilight returned Rarity’s affections before speaking again. “I was surprised when he told me how he felt. For as long as I could remember, he had the biggest crush on you, Rarity.”

“Oh, really?” Rarity raised her eyebrow in wonder. “Why, I had no idea! I mean, he’s such a sweetheart to me when he helps me with my commissions, but I had no clue that it was because he liked me.”

“Well,” Applejack chimed in, “Ah don’t think that’s the only reason. We can all agree that Spike’s a stand-up guy, a real nice, respectful feller.” Twilight and Rarity both quickly agreed with her statement.

“Quite.” Rarity said with a small nod.

Twilight giggled. “That’s true.”

Rarity smirked. “So, Twilight, darling. Have you ‘had’ him yet?”

“Wh-What do you mean, Rarity?” Twilight blushed profusely, to which Rarity responded with a giggle and a wink.

“You know what I mean, Twilight. How is he in bed, darling?”

“W-Well, in all honesty, he… he’s actually really good!” Twilight said, her confidence increasing as she spoke.

Spike, not able to hear any of this from the kitchen, innocently walked in with three plates of food. “Order up!” He beamed. “Three servings of curried coconut quinoa with greens and roasted cauliflower. Gluten free, too!” He said as he laid the plates on the coffee table before the girls began to compliment him on his culinary skills.

“My word, Spike!” Rarity smiled at the boy, “You’ve certainly outdone yourself. Tell me, how did you attain this skill in the culinary arts? Did you train hard to perfect your talent, or is it a natural gift?” She asked, looking quizzically at the boy.

Spike chuckled, “Well, Rarity, I was kind of forced to learn. Twilight could never figure out how to cook, and I didn’t want to starve or end up burning to death in my sleep due to a kitchen fire. Heh..” He said, playfully teasing his girlfriend and earning a laugh from the three girls. “Anyways, I’m gonna take a shower. Have fun with your sleepover, girls. Twilight, I’ll be in my room after my shower if you need my help for anything, ok?” He said before kissing his girlfriend and quickly heading upstairs to his room in order to get a change of clothes and towel for after his shower.

This sparked an idea in Applejack’s head. She leaned in, grinning mischievously. “Hey, y’all, we should play truth or dare.” Both girls agreed enthusiastically, ready to get the sleepover excitement started. They quickly sat on the carpet and scooted together in a circle, being brought back to their younger years as the memories of truth or dare fun came back to their minds.

“Great idea, Applejack! So, who should go first?” Twilight asked in excitement.

Applejack’s face grew an unnervingly devilish grin as her idea surfaced from her mind. “How about you, Twilight?”

Twilight nodded, eager to start some admittedly childish, yet fun antics with her friends. “Sure, I’ll go first!”

“Alright, Twilight,” Applejack began to lay down her devious plan. “Truth or dare?”

“Dare!” Twilight nearly yelled out, extremely excited for what she would have to do, of which, unfortunately, she had no idea what would be.

“Alright,” Applejack said, stifling a laugh. “Ah dare you ta go into the bathroom while Spike is showering, and steal his drawers and trousers!” She said, now laughing heartily at the situation this would create at Spike’s expense. This dare caused all three girls to laugh at the idea before Twilight agreed to do it. The girls waited until they heard the shower begin to run. As they heard this, Twilight stood up and began to quietly sneak up the stairs. She grabbed the house’s master key from her dresser and unlocked the door and slowly opened it. Lucky for her, Spike likes his showers extremely hot showers, so he couldn’t see her through the steam. She quickly grabbed the clothes he had set aside to dress himself in after his shower and then stealthily shut and locked the door on her way out. She came down the stairs giggling excitedly, holding up the apparel as if it were a trophy, causing the other two girls to laugh hysterically.

“I can’t believe you actually did it, Twilight!” Rarity said, her chest still bouncing in a fit of laughter.

The girls began to calm down after a few minutes, and they began to chat idly as they ate their meals and drank Apple Family Cider. Eventually, they were drawn back to a topic they had begun to discuss before dinner had been served. “So, Twilight, we didn’t get to hear too much earlier, but please tell us more about your sex life with Spike.” Rarity said, holding a glass of cider in her hand, swishing it slowly.

Twilight blushed slightly as she began, but she was not as sheepish as before, the alcohol beginning to take effect. “Well, like I said before, he’s a monster in bed! I mean, he doesn’t get super overbearing or vicious, but he’s just so bestial! It’s such a turn on! He just gets so instinctual and it makes it feel so natural. Like you said earlier, Rarity, he;s a gentleman, but he carries his polite attitude to the bed with him, too. He always makes sure that I finish, even if I just wanted to please him.” Both Rarity and Applejack were listening intently now, intrigued that such a young man would have such well-versed sexual etiquette. Seeing that her friends were willingly engaged in her explanation, she continued. “On top of all of that, his, um, member, is just HUGE! And let me tell you girls, he definitely knows how to use it.” All three girls giggled at the innuendous statement. As they were laughing, they heard the water from upstairs stop running. Twilight quickly stuffed the clothes she had stolen from the bathroom under the couch closest to her, all three girls trying their best to keep straight faces as they waited for the inevitable.

“Hey, Twilight, have you seen the clothes I set aside for my shower?” He called from upstairs before he walked into view of the girls, standing at the top of the stairs, clad in nothing but a towel that hugged his waist loosely, part of his navel showing from above the towel that was sagging from dampness. The three girls stood there, mouths agape at his sexy figure. They ran their eyes over his toned abs and skinny waist, still glistening with water from his shower, his large package forming a bulge below the towel,. They worked their way up to his strong chest and shoulders, his muscles very well defined from his recent workouts with Pipsqueak and Big Macintosh. Finally, the girls’ eyes found their way to his face, his chiseled jaw and smooth skin made even sexier by the vague glistening of shower-water residue still present on his face, his eyes mostly covered by his shaggy hair that was pulled messily over his face by the weight of the water it hold.

“Oh mah stars…” Applejack said as she hid her blushing face by tilting her head down, the brim of her Stetson hiding her rosy cheeks.

Rarity could not speak, simply staring in absolute shock and wonder at the very attractive man that Spike had grown up to be. Twilight simply stared at her boyfriend, a lazy, almost idolizing smile on her face as she analyzed his near-perfect body.

“Uuh… Twilight?” Spike said, a little unnerved from the girls eyeing his near-nude body.

Spike’s masculine voice snapped the girls out of their trance, Twilight speaking up as she shook her head free from the hold Spike’s sexiness had on her. “Umm, no, I haven’t. You must’ve forgotten to take them to the bathroom with you and left them in your room.” She lied, an innocent look on her face.

“Huh, that’s weird. I could’ve sworn I took them in with me…” He said, scratching his head as he turned away from the girls and walked into his room, closing the door behind them.

The three girls turned their attention back to each other as Spike left them, Rarity and Applejack both looking directly at Twilight. “He really has, grown, hasn’t he Twilight?” Rarity asked, her eyebrow raised playfully.

“Yeah, you didn’t tell us that Spike got so… hot.” Applejack said, a blush still adorning her tanned cheeks.

“Well, what can I say? I’m a lucky girl.” Twilight said, a large smile on her face. “Now, how about we really kick off this sleepover, now that it’s just us girls. Applejack, pull out some more cider.”

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*Five hours later, 12:30 A.M.*

All three girls were laughing hysterically as a very drunk Rarity carried out the most recent dare. She danced around the room clumsily, her black, lacy panties wrapped around her head. Eventually, she fell to the ground, the gratuitous amount of alcohol in her system now catching up with her. “Okay, Applejack, now it’s your turn!” Twilight aid through drunk giggles. “Truth or dare?”

“Heh, dare, obviously.” Applejack said, her words slightly slurred.

“Okay, you asked for it.” Twilight said, swaying slightly as she sat on the carpet. “I dare you to kiss Rarity!” She said, collapsing into a fit of laughter as she finished.

Her inhibitions consumed by the alcohol, Applejack was not going to lose this game. She turned to Rarity and threw herself on top of the intoxicated fashionista, pinning her to the floor. She pulled the panties from her head and threw them aside before slowly leaning closer to her, their lips almost touching.

Applejack sat there, motionless for about fifteen seconds before Rarity spoke up, the cider getting the better of her. “What’s wrong, cowgirl? Are you scared? Are you chi-” She was cut off by the farmer’s lips attaching themselves to hers as they intertwined in a kiss, lingering longer than they should have. They both sat there for several seconds, frozen as their minds cleared slightly at the realization of what they were doing. Applejack was the first to react, quickly dismounting Rarity’s abdomen, both girls sitting upright, their faces red with embarrassment. “We never speak of this to anyone.” Rarity said, her face nearly expressionless.

“Eeyup.” Applejack agreed quickly, nodding her head stoically.

Twilight decided to break the awkward silence as she too realized the gravity of the situation. “Well, I think that’s enough fun for tonight. I think we should get some sleep.”

“Agreed.”

“Eeyup.”

Slowly and wordlessly, each girl chose a couch and pulled a blanket over themselves, ready for the alcohol to wipe their memories clean of what took place, ready to greet the morning with open arms and aching headaches.

Author's Notes:

Well, here it is. The last chapter before school starts. The schedule's gonna be very hectic and inconsistent for a few months because of school, sorry! I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter; make sure to leave a like if you did, and also don't forget to check out my co-author's page here! More chapters are coming soon! (Sadly, not that soon T_T)

Deuces, guys!