Rainbow Dash was snoring lightly, nuzzling her face into Pinkie’s arm to shield herself from the morning’s sunlight. “Nnnn…. Five more minutes…” She mumbled as her girlfriend giggled and sat up in bed.

“Sorry, Dashie, but I’ve got plans for the girls today. Let’s get dressed!” The hyper girl said as she hopped out of bed and bounded over to the closet she and Dash were sharing, pulling out a low-cut baby blue tank, a yellow miniskirt, and thigh-high pink and white striped stockings for herself. Once she was dressed, she picked out Dash’s outfit for her: Some denim shorts with rainbow stockings, a short-sleeved white button-up, and rainbow handwarmers. She helped her sleepy girlfriend get dressed, leaving the shirt partly unbuttoned to show off some of her cleavage. Pinkie quickly learned that it was normal for people in Las Pegasus to show off their bodies; and why not? Pinkie wasn’t ashamed of her body, and she didn’t think anybody else should be, either.

“Nnngh… why do we have to get up so early, bubblebutt?” Dash mumbled as she put a black and white snapback on her head to cover her messy hair, which she didn’t feel like brushing today. “You never let me sleep in anymore!” The prismatic-haired athlete complained, still far too groggy to be happy about anything. She stretched her slender, toned limbs slowly as she let out a satisfied groan, her flexible joints crackling and popping loudly. “Oh, that’s it.” She said in a much more satisfied tone as the vertebrae in her spine popped one by one, making Pinkie cringe slightly at the grotesque sounds.

“Dashie, that’s so groooooss!” She squealed as she shut her eyes and stomped her feet, thinking the display to be off-putting. Dash laughed heartily at this, now much more willing to be awake after getting her blood flowing a bit.

“Heh, think of it as payback for always waking me up early, bubblebutt.” Rainbow said as she gave her girlfriend’s round rump a hard smack before walking out the door of their bedroom, heading for the kitchen, where the rest of the group was. “Anyways, I’m feeling breakfast. You coming?”

Pinkie nodded and gave Dash a quick kiss. “Of course I am! I’m cooking, after all~” She giggled and hopped to the kitchen, quickly setting up the stovetop for pancakes. “Good morning, everyone!” She said in a singsong voice, much happier to be awake than Pipsqueak, who was not a morning person by any standard.

He growled slightly as he walked into the kitchen, half dressed, his torso still bare. He wasn’t mad at Pinkie, he just hated mornings. Her high-pitched voice, however, didn’t make the morning any more bearable.He tried his best to not come off as rude to the hyper girl. “Ugh… Morning, Pinkie. Could ya do me a favor and pour some coffee?”

“Okie-dokie-lokie!” Pinkie said before humming to herself as she prepared a coffee mug for Pip. She set the mug down in front of him on the kitchen table, along with a few packets of sugar and some cream. “There ya go, Pip!” This brought a small smile to the tired boy’s face.

“Appreciate it, love.” He then nodded to Rainbow. “Glad to see I’m not the only person here who hates early mornings.” He chuckled as Pinkie also set some coffee in front of her girlfriend, who immediately guzzled it down, and visibly perked up more, now smiling a bit more.

“Oh, come on, guys; it’s not that early!” Twilight said, the most energetic out of everybody sitting at the table. “It’s past seven o’clock! Me and Spike usually wake up at six on weekends and vacation days,” Twilight said before looking at Spike. “And you do just fine, don’t you, Spike?”

Spike shrugged before replying. “Well, I wasn’t too good the first few times you started waking me up early on days that I could sleep in, but I guess I just got used to it. I know I can’t say the same for Pip, though.” Spike addressed his friend before laughing, teasing the Trottingham teen.

Pip scoffed and flipped his friend the bird. “Ah, bite me ya scaly fuck.”

Everyone at the table laughed at this, save for Big Mac, who had kept the same stoic expression since he woke up. He didn’t seem mad or upset about anything, he just seemed to stare past everything, like he was trying to block out something. Applejack noticed this and gently nudged her brother. “Y’okay, Mac? Somethin’ bothering you?” Big Mac said nothing, not even shifting his eyes to look at his sister. He simply continued to stare off into nothingness, chewing the inside of his lip absentmindedly. Applejack nudged him again, a little harder than last time. “Mac? Helloooo?” She waved her hand in front of Mac’s eyes, and got the same result: Nothing.
Applejack began to grow concerned for Big Mac. She thought to herself, trying to figure out what’s bothering her older brother.

Mac looked up from his coffee and made eye contact with Dash. He quickly tipped down his cowboy hat over his eyes, and looked back down, sipping his coffee.

‘He’s never acted like this before… He’s not mad or upset… he seems… scared? No, that ain’t it… Freaked out, maybe? No… It seems more like he’s shocked about something. Yeah that’s it. What’s got him so frazzled, though?’

Applejack placed a hand on her brother’s shoulder, gently this time. “D’ya wanna talk about it?”

“Eenope.” He simply stated, then looked at Spike and Pip, figuring he could get out of the situation with them. “C’mon, fellers. Let’s go take a walk.” The two shrugged, and got up, Pip grabbing his shirt and shoes on the way out. Applejack looked at them in confusion, and after the door closed, she began to wonder what had Mac so quiet.

Well, more quiet than usual, anyway.

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“Oh, that’s good shit.” Gilda said as she puffed from a large blunt, the thick smell of marijuana forming in the air as she blew smoke out of her mouth in rings, dissolving each one by blowing a new ring into it. She laid on the bed in her hotel room as she performed the trick her uncle had taught her a few weeks ago, marveling in the strong high that this new strain gave her. She was completely relaxed, not wearing anything above her waist, loving the feeling of freedom it gave her. Just then, her uncle walked in.

“Hey Gil, how’s that new flav- oh, Jesus, kid!” He blurted out, shielding his eyes so he wasn’t ogling his neice. “Kid, I know it’s nice to strut around in the buff, but please at least put a bra on when I’m here, okay?”

“Aww, c’mon, chill out Unc!” Gilda said through a calm smile. “Like you’ve never seen tits before. I swear, dudes are so fickle. Like, sometimes they wanna fuck, and sometimes they piss themselves when they see titties. I don’t get you guys.” Gilda explained, motioning towards the ceiling with her arms as she lay on the bed.

“Kid, don’t get me wrong. I love tits. But not when those tits belong to my niece, or any family member for that matter!” He said with a laugh while tossing Gilda a black bra that was lying on the floor next to her bed. “At least put this on, alright?”

“Heh. Fine, whatevs.” Gilda said as she put on the bra, clasping it with one hand while puffing her joint with the other. “I gotta say though, this new strain is awesome, Unc. No chills, no paranoia, but it’s still strong as fuck. Best trip ever!” Gilda began to laugh as she stared at the ceiling. “Matter of fact, best vacation ever!”

Hawkeye chuckled and plucked the joint from Gilda’s fingers, taking a long puff before blowing smoke out in a crown shape. “Yeah, it’s good alright. I’ve got a guy in town that gives me the best shit on the market.” He handed the joint back to his niece before turning on the TV and flipping to a horror flick on a random channel. He looked at Gilda before asking, “You like scary shit, right?”

“When I’m high?” Gilda asked rhetorically before chuckling. “Fuck yeah I do.” She then got up from her bed and walked towards the refrigerator, getting a few beers from it before opening a cupboard and grabbing some snacks to munch on.

“Toss the chips here, Gil. I’m hungry as shit.” Hawkeye said with a chuckle, easily catching the bag that was lobbed to him with one hand, pulling it open and grabbing a handful of chips. “Thanks, now come watch this shit with me. Heh, nice; some bitch is about to get thrown through a wood chipper.”

“Ooooh, fuckin’ pause it, Unc; I wanna see it!”

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“Oi, I got an idea, you two.” Pip smirked as he, Spike, and Big Mac were walking through downtown, “We should all go get some ink.” This made Spike raise an eyebrow in confusion.

“Ink?”

Pip rolled his eyes in slight annoyance. “Tattoos, you dense sod!”

“Oh…” Spike said dumbly. “Well, It’d be pretty cool to get a tattoo, but… I don’t think Twilight would be very happy about it, y’know?”

“Don’t be lame, mate.” Pip said with a chuckle. “She’s your girl, not your mum. And besides, what’s the worst she could do? Not get you off for a few weeks?”

“Shut up, Pip.” Spike laughed. “seriously, though, last time I checked, she’s strongly against tattoos. Plus, I’m a minor, don’t you need a parent’s permission to get a tattoo if you’re under 18?”

Pip laughed heartily before replying in a matter-of-fact tone. “I got a tattoo a while back, mate. They don’t really enforce that rule. Especially not for tourists. As long as they get their money, they don’t care; you’ll be fine, mate! My face is as smooth as a baby’s arse, and they didn’t card me. You’re taller, and you look older. There’s no way they’ll ask questions.”

“Still, though…” Spike began before looking back at Pip, who was giving him an unnervingly expectant stare. He didn’t want to look like a wimp, especially in front of Pip. He gave a defeated sigh. “Okay, Pip. You win, I’ll get a tattoo.”

“Jolly! An’ how about you, Mac?” The Trottingham adolescent asked his large friend, who gave a nod.

“Eeyup. Ah wanna get one dedicated to mah Pa. He had more’n a few tattoos; all of ‘em meant somethin’ special to‘im. Ah think Ah owe him a permanent place on me after all he did fer me, AJ, Granny ‘n Ma...” As he finished his sentence, he tipped his hat down, hiding the single tear that fell from his eye. ‘Ah still remember that day clearly…’ Mac thought to himself. ‘Th’day Pa left us…’

*Eight years ago*

The Apple Family were surrounding the hospital bed, the sick man laying in it was visibly drained of most of his life. The only thing that held any light were his eyes. It was such a rare sight to see his eyes hold any soul. The war had taken a toll on his spirit. The room was silent, save for the quiet sobbing of his children. Applejack was only eight, and Big Macintosh was ten. Granny Smith was in the rocking chair in the corner of the cluttered hospital room, rocking in it in an attempt to stop baby Applebloom’s wails.

Beep… Beep… Beep...

“Pa, you cain’t go!” Applejack sobbed as her sick father held her close, shushing her with that deep voice that had grown raspy from years of tobacco abuse. Despite the burning pain in his esophagus, he spoke through shriveled lips; the throat cancer was what was killing him.

Beep….. Beep….. Beep…..

“Jackie, darlin’ it’s mah time. The good lord’s ready to take me.” He wiped a tear from the girl’s eye before continuing. “Ah know ah wasn’t always the best father, and Ah’m sorry fer that. Ah should’ve gotten you two into school earlier, buyin’ backpacks an’ binders instead o’ chew. Yer Pa made bad decisions, Jackie. That’s why Ah’m layin’ here. Ah can rest easy, though; knowin’ y’all will grow up to be good kids under yer Granny’s care. She’s been doin’ great so far, even after Grandpa Apple an’ yer Ma left this earth. I’m gonna be joinin’em up in heaven real soon. An’ one day, hopefully after many years, y’all will join us.” He kissed Applejack’s forehead, and she hugged him again, before stepping back and holding onto his hand.

Beep……. Beep…….

Pa smiled at Granny. “Ma… Can Ah hold the l’il one?” Granny choked back some tears and nodded, handing the small baby over to her son’s frail arms. He smiled and rocked her slowly. “Look at you, precious little thing. Your Pa knows you’ll be especially great one day, baby Bloom. Ah can see it in yer eyes.” He leaned away to let out a pained cough, then kissed the infant’s forehead. As soon as she was back in Granny’s arms, and not her father’s, she began to cry again.

Beep……… Beep………

He beckoned for his son to come closer. Mac did so with teary eyes. He ruffled the child’s hair and smiled. “Ah need you to listen to me, Mac. Now that Ah’m leavin’, you gotta be the man of the house. Look after the girls and Granny, alright? You cain’t be little no more, y’hear? They need you to be strong for them. Protect ‘em, care for ‘em. Yer Big Mac from now on, son.” Mac nodded as his form shook with the sobs he was fighting to hold back. He couldn’t cry, he was the man of the house now, and men don’t cry. He barely held back the torrent of emotions welling up in his eyes as his father began to speak once again. “Listen to me, son. Back at the farm, in mah dresser, there’s a pair of ridin’ boots. Ah’m passin’ em down to you, like Grandpa Apple did to me when the lord called him up. Take care of ‘em. Make sure you wear ‘em well. Let ‘em be a symbol of the Apple Family’s hard work.

Beep……….. Beep………..

“Eeyup.” Mac simply responded, for he could say no more without crying and breaking down.

Beep…………. Beep………….

“Ah know Ah never said it enough, but y’all best believe me when Ah say Ah’m proud of you kids. Ah know you’ll be the best you possibly can. And Ah love y’all so, so much.” He looked at Mac before closing his eyes, and with his last breath, he said, “The boots are yers now, Mac.... Wear ‘em well, son…”

Beep………….. Beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee-

“-ac? Oi mate, come back to earth already!” Pip said rather loudly as he appeared in Mac’s vision, the clouds of the past slowly leaving his sight.

“Huh? Uh, sorry y’all.” Mac replied, his eyes dilating as his attention returned to the present. “Ah must’ve zoned out fer a bit.” His friends smiled and they began to continue their walk to the tattoo parlor.

“It’s alright bro.” Spike said as he patted Mac on the back, only able touch the bottom of his shoulderblades due to their difference in height. “We all do it sometimes. Anyway, there’s the tattoo parlor,” The boy motioned to a small building with a sign overhead that read, ‘The Needle’. “Ready to get some ink?” Big Mac adjusted his black stetson before replying with his trademark phrase.

“Eeyup.”

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After a 3 hour session, all of the boys had new tattoos to show off. Pip with the trottingham flag over his heart, and under it fancy script lettering that read, ‘Long live the Queen!’. Spike had an intricate design of a dragon on his right arm, going from his elbow down to his wrist. The dragon had a green eye, and appeared to be breathing flames of the same color. Mac’s was arguably the most sentimental tattoo: a holy cross on his upper left arm. Underneath it, two things could be read. First, there were simply two letters spelling out, ‘Pa’. Under that were his Pa’s last words to him; “Wear ‘em well, son.” it read in a back, cursive font.

“I hope you boys like your new ink,” said a young woman with neon red hair and enough tattoos to cover a majority of her body. “The total comes to… $789.”

Big Mac and Spike turned simultaneously to Pip, who chuckled and pulled his black card and two $100 bills out of his wallet. “The card’s for the ink, and the bills are a personal tip for a job well done. Thanks again, love.”

“Wow, thanks little dude!” The woman said with a pleasant smile as she tucked the bills into her pocket and swiped the black card. After she completed the transaction, she handed the card back to Pip, and the three friends headed for the door. “You three have a good day!” She said to the boys before the door closed behind them.

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The girls and Bulk, still in the hotel room, were sitting around on the couch that could seat twice their number, chatting idly. Suddenly, Pinkie jumped up and randomly yelled, “Homemade feast!” The girls jumped in surprize, especially Fluttershy, who all but leapt into Bulk’s arms. They both blushed, and Fluttershy climbed down, back into her spot on the couch.

Dash saw this and whispered into Applejack’s ear, “Those two just need to fuck already.” This coaxed a snicker out of her friend.

“I beg your pardon, darling? I’m afraid I don’t follow your… train of thought.” Rarity replied to Pinkie’s random exclamation, fanning her face from the heat of the sun’s beams.

“We should go out and buy ingredients for a huge home-made dinner! Come on, doesn’t that sound like fun?”

Everybody gave sounds of approval, save for Bulk and Fluttershy. Bulk was the first of the two to speak up. “That’s a great idea, Pinkie, but if it’s alright with everyone, we’d like to stay here.”

Fluttershy smiled coyly and nodded. “We’re both a little tired out from shopping with
Rarity the other day.”

The group smiled and seemed to be okay with this. Pinkie giggled and skipped over to the door. “Suit yourselves. You’ll help me and Dashie cook when we get back, won’t you?”

Fluttershy smiled back, giggling behind a dainty hand. “Of course we will, Pinkie. You girls have fun.”

“Yeah, you too. Heh.” Dash smirked at a now blushing Fluttershy before catching up to her girlfriend and holding her hand.

The room fell awkwardly silent as the door closed behind them.

“So……” Bulk began to speak, but he then realized that he didn’t know what to say, and he let the word hang in the air, without anything to accompany it other than the awkward air, which was now growing even thicker.

“So…..” Fluttershy attempted to erase the uncomfortable tension by saying something herself, only to fall victim to the same dilemma Bulk had run into.

The two simply sat there, letting their unfinished statements hang in the air for a few minutes, before Bulk perked up a little, remembering a cliche but effective way to start a conversation. “How about this weather, huh? It’s crazy how hot it gets here. Canterlot is much cooler; even on its hottest days, it’s never broken a hundred degrees there.”

Fluttershy nodded with a small smile. “It certainly is a lot warmer than what I’m used to, even with the lightweight clothes Rarity got for me, I still end up sweating a bit. If Angel was here, he’d be throwing a fit over the heat.” She thought out loud. Thinking about her dear pet bunny throwing a tantrum like a child made her giggle softly.

Bulk smiled at that sound. The harmonic sound of Fluttershy’s laughter never ceased to bring him joy. He noticed the dimples in her cheeks become more prominent as she giggled, her angelic voice falling softly on his ears. “Yeah, he’s not very tolerant to anything warm, is he? I’m surprised he stays so warm; even though he’s got fur, he’s still really small for a fully mature rabbit, and his coat isn’t very thick either, from what I’ve seen.”

Fluttershy replied quickly, replying in a more flat, factual tone, yet still carrying her usual softness. “He tends to scratch at his fur a lot, making some of it fall out and thin his coat. You see, I recently got him this ointment to make his coat more resistant to bugs, and it works really well, but it itches him a bit. I’ve been trying to find a brand that doesn’t do that, but the ones that are comfortable for him do little to nothing in terms of pest protection.” she sighed a bit before continuing, “It’s hard to take care of rabbits, especially one like Angel. I love him very much, but he can be, um, bratty at times.”

“Yeah, he seems like a handful.” Bulk nodded and gave a slight chuckle. “Seriously, I don’t know how you do it. You’re amazing with animals, you know how to take care of almost any pet, whereas I can barely take care of my dog, even after having him for five years. I swear, it’s almost like you know what they’re thinking. You have a real talent for caretaking.” He said, looking admirably at his crush.

Fluttershy blushed a bit, smiling up at her large friend. “Oh, Bulk, you flatter me too much. I’m not that great. I just like taking care of little critters in need. Sometimes, they can’t help themselves, and need someone to nurture them to health, and I think that it’s our responsibility as humans to take care of the other species. I’ve nursed quite a few birds, foxes, and other small animals in the past few years. They’re just so cute, I can’t help but take them in.” The bashful girl smiled at the memories she was recalling of about a half-dozen baby birds chirping happily as they flew from her window back to their nests.

“Cute, huh? Just like y-” Bulk stopped talking as soon as he realized what he was saying.

Fluttershy turned to Bulk and gave him a quizzical look, her soft, soothing voice not helping to calm his nerves at all. “Just like what, Bulk? What were you going to say?”

Bulk’s face instantly turned red as a beet and he found himself growing extremely anxious. That familiar feeling was growing in the pit of his stomach, and he began to grow even more panicked as he thought about it. He was a hair away from that feeling escaping his body the only way he knew it could, and if anything else happened, he might-

His frantic train of thought was cut short by the sound of the door opening and Pip’s voice sounding off. “Anyone still here? We’re back!” Him, Mac and Spike walked in and saw Bulk and Fluttershy, greeting their friends with smiles. “Hey, you two. Held down the fort while we were gone, eh?” Pip chuckled and walked over to sit down with the two on the couch, Mac and Spike following suit.

In the midst of his anxiety, Bulk could only think to answer Pip in a way he hadn’t answered anybody for a few days now, and his old habits instantly resurfaced with a renewed vigor. “...YEAH!” He yelled obnoxiously as all of the muscles in his body tensed simultaneously, and he instinctively put on his musclehead persona, staring past everything as his mind was racing at a million miles per second. ‘Oh, my God,’ Bulk thought to himself, ‘I’m such an idiot, was I really about to say that to her? What was I thinking? I almost ruined our friendship forever; I need to be more careful, I can’t just let my thoughts slip out like that again!’ Bulk was roused from his thoughts by the sound of laughter.

“Dude, that never gets old!” Spike said betweens laughs. “Good one, bro!”

Pipsqueak was laughing heartily as well. “Oi, I remember when you used to scream that like bloody murder during weights, mate; and the lazy buggers in class were scared half to death of ya ‘cuz of it!”

Fluttershy sensed that Bulk wasn’t acting this way to be funny. She looked at the boys pleadingly. “Boys, um… I need to talk to Bulk, alone. If it’s not too much trouble, could you three, um, maybe go into another room… um, if you don’t mind, that is...”

“Oh yeah, no problem, Fluttershy!” Spike said with a kind smile. “Sorry if we interrupted anything. C’mon guys, let’s grab our trunks and go to the pool or something.” With that, the three friends headed into their shared bedroom and got changed into their swimsuits before making their way out of the penthouse.

With that, Fluttershy turned back to Bulk who looked much less unnerved than he had moments earlier, but she could still sense that something was bothering him. She delicately placed a dainty hand on his arm to comfort him. “Bulk, is everything okay? You seem tense…”

Bulk’s eyes widened slightly and he replied quickly, his words strung together in one breath. “Huh? Oh yeah I’m fine, don’t worry about it!” He then gave as genuine a smile as he could muster at the time, a bead of sweat rolling down the side of his face; he was still greatly distressed by the fact that he had come close to flirting with Fluttershy, in effect almost ruining their relationship.

Fluttershy furrowed her brow, sensing he wasn’t telling the truth, but didn’t want to press too much. “If you’re sure. But you know you can tell me anything, Bulk; we’re best friends.” She finished with a smile.

“I’m alright, Fluttershy, really.” Bulk said, his expression seeming more genuine now. “It just took me by surprise when those three walked in so suddenly, you know?” As he said this, his muscles slowly untensed; he felt much more at ease after hearing Fluttershy’s supportive words. Fluttershy saw that he was now more visibly calm, and felt more at ease herself.

“Oh, I see. That’s alright, Bulk; as we both know, I can be a bit, um, jumpy now and then, so it’s nothing to be embarrassed about.” She finished with a smile that lit up Bulk’s insides, making his chest feel warm and drawing a smile to his face.

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“Okay, everyone.” Twilight said with a smile as she held up a checklist of groceries. “We have the breading, meat, vegan meat for me and Fluttershy, fruits, dressing, milk, cheese, garlic, and seasonings. Now all we need are the vegetables. Pinkie, can you and Dash manage that and meet us at checkout?”

“Okie dokie lokie!” Pinkie said with a smile as she and Dash headed towards the fresh produce section of the store. The couple held hands as they walked over to the vegetables. Once they got there, Pinkie quickly grabbed a produce bag and stuffed it with as many different vegetables as she could fit inside. She spotted a rather large cucumber, and an idea came to her; a naughty idea. She faced Dash and giggled as she held the large vegetable in her hands. “Hey, Dashie?~”

“Yeah, whatcha need bubble bu-” Dash said as she turned to face her girlfriend, the sight of the large vegetable silencing her mid-sentence. “Are you… saying that… we should…?” She asked her girlfriend as she blushed cutely.

“Mhmm~ follow me.” As Pinkie led Dash with one hand, she put the cucumber in the bag with the rest of the vegetables and pulled out her cell phone and texted Twilight: ‘Me and Dashie have to pee. give us five minutes >w<’

WARNING: CLOP AHEAD

With that, they set out to locate an empty storage room, conveniently finding one near their current position. They waited until nobody could see them and then slipped inside. Pinkie locked the door behind them once they got in and wasted no time in pressing Dash against the wall and sucking on her neck, drawing a moan from the athletic girl’s throat. Soon the prismatic-haired girl was stripped nude by her horny girlfriend, and as Pinie began to finger her to loosen her up, she took out the huge cucumber and began to sensually lick one end of it, drenching it in her saliva before effortlessly taking about six inches of it into her mouth. Seeing this, Rainbow became drenched herself, her pussy now dripping with arousal.

“Listen, Dashie.” Pinkie spoke slowly in the most sultry tone she could muster, “We don’t have enough time for both of us to get off, but that’s okay, because I’m going to fuck you with this cucumber, and you’re going to scream my name while you enjoy every inch of it. Okay?~” She finished her question with a long, sensual moan as she licked the entire length of the phallus-esque vegetable, and Rainbow gave a nod in response.

Pinkie lined up the cucumber and slowly slid the first three inches into Rainbow’s pussy. She winced in pain at first; it was much bigger than the dildo and vibe Pinkie had used on her in the theater back in Canterlot. Soon pleasure began to take over, and she was moaning as Pinkie was steadily pumping more and more of the lewd vegetable in and out of her. As her orgasm was approaching, Pinkie rammed all but two inches in, and Dash screamed in pleasure, just as she had been instructed to. “PINKIE! AAAAAAHH!!~” Her pussy clamped down on the cucumber as she came, soaking it in her juices. As she came down from her orgasm, the vegetable was pulled out, and Pinkie kissed her passionately.

CLOP END

Pinkie giggled at Rainbow’s euphoria and quickly helped her clothe herself, and the two made their way to the store’s checkout, Pinkie making sure to stop at a bathroom along the way to clean the cucumber they had used as a makeshift sex toy. When they arrived at the checkout alongside the rest of the girls, Pinkie seemed more chipper than normal, if that was even possible, and Rainbow had a deep red blush on her face, coupled with a dazed look on her face. The rest of the girl didn't seem to notice, or if they did, they didn’t seem to care enough to acknowledge it. They walked out of the storefront and began walking back to the penthouse to prepare dinner. Pinkie and Dash were a few paces behind the group. The Pink-haired girl whispered into her partner’s ear, “Wasn’t that fun, Dashie?~”

“Y’uhuh…” Rainbow replied, still in a trance-like state. She grabbed onto Pinkie’s arm and leaned on her, trying to support herself on her shaky legs. The group made their way back to the hotel in reasonably good time, Twilight leading the pack with her remarkably strong sense of direction. When they entered the penthouse, the group was greeted by Mac, Spike, And Pip, who were watching an action movie on the flatscreen in the front room. Meanwhile, Bulk and Fluttershy were in the kitchen, getting drinks from the fridge.

“Hey girls.” Spike said with a smile, whereas Mac and Pip simply gave friendly waves, which was appreciated all the same by the girls. “What’s with the bags?” The young boy asked as he nodded towards the plastic bags each girl was holding, staring the longest at a particularly large, purple bag that Twilight was holding.

“We’re cooking a big dinner tonight!” Pinkie said in excitement, a huge smile plastered on her face. “And I need a few good cooks to help me. Whaddya say, Spike?”

Spike nodded, and as he did so, Bilk and Fluttershy walked in from the sitting room. Bulk’s ears perked up at the mention of cooking. “I’ll help too if you need it, Pinkie.”

Pinkie gasped in joy and jumped up and down. “You can cook, Bulk? That’s super! You can help me and Spike!” She then grabbed the bags from the girls and bounded into the kitchen with them, save for Twilight’s purple one. Spike and Bulk both followed Pinkie,The sleeve of Spike’s purple hoodie hiding the gauze patch that was covering his tattoo from view. All three put on aprons that hung from hooks next to the stove once they arrived at the cooking area. Pinkie took charge of her two helpers naturally, her skills from working at Sugarcube Corner taking effect almost instinctually. “Alright, Spike, you can start by dicing the fruits and veggies, and after that mix the fruits into a salad and cook the rice with the steamed vegetables. Bulk, you can start up on the dressing for the roast while I cook the meat.” The boys nodded and did as their friend had advised. Pinkie was surprised by how good of a cook Bulk was, seeing as how he prepared the dressing perfectly at a speed that could rival Spike’s.

After about an hour of the three chefs being hard at work, the feast was ready to be served: A large bowl of fruit salad containing strawberries, honeydew, watermelon, apple, guava, banana, kiwi, and mango, a huge roast with a thick dressing, and a platter piled high with rice, adorned with steamed bell peppers, broccoli, carrots, peas, corn, and onion, sprinkled with garlic and teriyaki sauce. It seemed Pinkie had planned an international feast, what with the exotic fruits and the eastern flair on the rice platter. All in all, it seemed perfectly prepared, and smelled delicious.

“Dinner’s ready, everyone! Come and get some!” Pinkie called from the kitchen, and everybody came rushing in, already practically tasting the food due to the feast’s overpoweringly delicious plethora of aromas. One by one, the cooks served everybody large servings of everything, Spike and Bulk making sure to serve vegan meat to Twilight and Fluttershy. Instead of sitting at the large dining table to eat the feast, however, everybody elected to eat dinner while hanging out on the couch. They all took their meals with them to the front room, grouping up on the large, comfy couches and digging into their food as if they hadn’t eaten in days. Everything was perfect, several times satisfying hums could be heard throughout the entirety of the meal, and if someone wasn’t busy stuffing their face, they were talking or sharing a laugh with the others. It was one of the happiest shared moments of their vacation so far. After about half an hour, everyone began to feel full, and everyone was pretty much done eating, save for Pinkie, whose hunger was only outmatched by her limitless energy. She hadn’t slowed down since she started eating, now on her fourth plate of roast, sixth serving from the rice platter, and she’d already taken down three bowls of fruit salad without any intention of stopping.

“Geez, slow down, babe! The food’s not going anywhere, heh.” Rainbow chuckled at her girlfriend who was ravenously devouring remnants of what used to be food, but was now a fusion of several different decadent dishes in one large mass on her plate.

As everyone else laughed at their hyper, pink-haired friend’s bottomless appetite, Spike patted his belly in content as he absentmindedly took off his jacket. “Ah, I’m stuffed.” Forgetting about his not exposed gauze patch, he leaned his arm on the table and turned to his sister/lover. “How about you, Twi?”

“Yeah, I’m also stu-” Twilight stopped mid-sentence when she saw Spike’s arm. “Spike…" Her mind raced at a million miles a second as she theorized what the purpose of that gauze was. As her mind was processing everything, Spike dumbly moved his arm, causing the gauze to bend at the side, from which she could see what looked like purple ink surrounded by irritated, red skin. Twilight's eyes turned to slits as she glared at Spike before asking a question which she already knew the answer to. "...Is that a tattoo?!”

Spike’s inner monologue began to speak at a million miles a minute as he realized what had just happened, ‘Ohshitohshitohshitohshitohshitohshitohshitohshitohshitohshitohshitohshitohshitohshitohshitohshitohshitohshitohshitohshitohshitohshitohshit…’

His voice trembled as he spoke to a now very intimidating Twilight. “U-uhm, yeah… I guess it is… I wonder how that happened… heh…”

Twilight grabbed Spike by his ear, dragging him to a bedroom.

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“OWOWOWOWOWOWOWOWOW!” He gasped in pain as his ear was stretched to it’s limit, causing it to burn painfully, even when she had released her grip on him. “Ow, that hurt!” He said, looking slightly pained as he rubbed his ear. He then experienced a strong sense of both confusion and surprise as he was shoved onto the bed and felt Twilight straddle him, kissing him roughly. He could feel how mad she was by the way she bit his lips. And, in a weird way, part of him liked it. When she pulled away, she was no longer mad; she was mad and horny. She quickly disrobed both of them, using Spike’s belt to tie his hands behind his back. She jerked him off roughly, getting him hard, despite the pain her vice grip was causing. Though he didn’t really have much of a problem with the situation, he felt as if he deserved an explanation. He tried to form a coherent sentence, but all that could come out was a confused sounding, “Wha… why… huh?”

Twilight replied through a smile that was angry, sexy, and confident, all at the same time. “While the girls and I were out getting groceries for tonight’s meal, I went a little out of my way to pick up some… things…” As she said this, she reached over to the side of the bed and fished through the purple bag she had carried into this bedroom while Spike was busy cooking dinner. She pulled out two objects that struck both arousal and intimidation into Spike immediately: a ball-gag and rope. Twilight explained herself as she skillfully gagged Spike and tied his legs to the bedposts. “I’ve been thinking about getting a little… experimental recently, and while we were out shopping, we just happened to pass by a sex shop. While the girls were at the market looking at produce, I made my way over there and bought these tools for my… experiment. I know that it would’ve seemed strange if I would’ve used these on you without a valid reason, but you getting a tattoo without my say-so just made it easier for me to punish you.~” This statement, again, struck both extreme arousal and fear into Spike. Now finished bounding Spike to the bed, Twilight once again straddled Spike, this time aiming to do much more than jerk him off.

“I’ll teach you to do things without my permission.” She said angrily and lustfully at the same time; and she lined up his cock with her entrance and dropped herself onto it, forcing it all the way in. She moaned and began to ride him slow and hard, moaning every time she slammed her hips back down. “You think- ahhh! That you can just- ahhhh!!~ J-just do-ooooohh~ ahh… Do things like this- ah! Without- ahhhn!~ m-my permission- ahhh!”

She sped up now, as Spike simply grunted moaned beneath her, not daring to thrust up into her, knowing it might anger her in a way he didn’t want. “You’re- ah! Still my- Ah! Little brother- ahhh!!~ and that meeeeeeeaaa-ahhhn~ means I’m the-ahh! Boss- mmmm~ B-Boss of youuuu!!~”

Spike felt a familiar sensation rise from deep inside him, and he tried desperately to alert Twilight through the ball gag. “FMMMHMMM, MMMHMMMUMMM-”

“SHUT UP AND LET ME FUCK YOU!” Twilight screamed before she delivered a slap to Spike’s face, which, given the current situation, only seemed to turn him on, as his cock's head flared inside her pussy. He was now only seconds from orgasm, and as Twilight screamed out in pleasure with one final downward thrust on him, he exploded inside her, thankful that Twilight was on the pill so he could feel the pleasure of cumming inside her sweet pussy. He moaned into the gag, which came out as more of a muffled cry. As his orgasm slowly petered out, they shrunk to heavy pants, and he went limp, completely drained from the ride Twilight had just taken him on. He began to relax, but before he had much time to think about what just happened, he felt a painful yet somehow pleasurable suction on his cock and he heard the familiar sound of Twilight choking down all eight inches of his massive cock,

*gluck, gluck, gluck*

Twilight fucked her throat on Spike’s dick, which sent shivers of pleasure and jolts of pain into his nervous system, causing him to moan against the gag that was now making his jaw sore, and thrust his hips in a pathetic attempt to relieve himself of the sexy girl that was greedily deepthroating his quivering meat, at least long enough for a full refractory period to run it’s course so that it didn’t feel like an industrial-strength vacuum was blowing him so hard that his cock was about to be ripped off of his body.

Twilight chuckled lowly and stopped sucking him, replacing her mouth with her hand, stroking him hard and fast. “If it felt good, it wouldn’t be a punishment. Whether it’s from pleasure or pain, you’re going to cum again, and again, and again~”

“MMHMMHMM!!!” Spike moaned in pain through the gag once again as the overpowering force that was Twilight’s hand became too much for him and his cock succumbed to her harsh stroking, his load much smaller than before, but infinitely more powerful. His eyes rolled back into his head as pleasure-pain took control of his overstimulated sensory systems and he went limp, his cock pulsing in pleasurable agony.

Twilight greedily licked his load off of her hand and his waist before giving him yet another intimidatingly devious grin. His eyes went wide as he heard what she said next. “You think you’re done? Oh no, Spike; You have at least three more loads in you…” She trailed off before squeezing the head of Spike’s cock painfully. “...and we’re not done until I get them out.”

Tears began to form in the corners of his eyes as the stimulation became too much for him. He laid his head against the mattress and closed his eyes in unwilling anticipation, even though he knew what was coming.

This was going to be a long night.

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From the couch, everyone could hear the entirety of Twilight’s bondage sexcapade, and most of the group was blushing, especially Bulk and Fluttershy. Pip and Pinkie reacted much differently than the others, exchanging blushing and awkward conversation for uncontrollable laughter at Spike’s expense, getting a good idea of what was happening in the bedroom by the barely muffled screaming of a horny, sadist Twilight.

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Hours later, when everyone else had gone to bed and the two lovers had finally finished, Spike was drenched in sweat, and Twilight was no longer angry. She ungagged and untied Spike, and cuddled up next to him. “You know,” She said slowly, with an innocent smile. “Now that I’m really looking at it… I kinda like your new tattoo.”

Author's Notes:

I know the ending's kinda choppy and not very good, but I just couldn't think of a better way to end this chapter, and I wanted to get it out to you guys without anymore delays.

EDIT: I put gauze over Spike's tattoo so that it's realistic and makes more sense; thanks for helping me buff up on my tattoo knowledge, Beats-Box!

I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter, and if you did, be sure to leave a like if you haven't yet. As always, be sure to check out Ringmaster1336, my co-author.

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Deuces, guys!