“Oh, Angel it was amazing!” Fluttershy gushed as she hugged her pet bunny, repeating her tale of spring break in L.P. to him for the umpteenth time, an enthusiastic smile on her face as she spoke rather loudly despite her naturally timid nature. “I just wish it had never ended!” Fluttershy iterated as she laid down on her mattress with Angel in her arms.

The ill-tempered bunny threw a fit after hearing this, thumping his feet lightly on her chest before his eyes seemed to slant in an almost jealous posture, causing his owner to seclude her excitement and revert back to her shy disposition.

“Oh... I mean, not without you, of course!” she said before flashing him an apologetic smile. Angel responded with a final thump before leaping off of her abdomen spryly and landing semi-gracefully on the floor before heading over to his food bowl and munching on a carrot hungrily. Fluttershy sighed happily and laid back on her bed as she ran through the trip in her head again for what was probably the twentieth time that day.

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“You crazy bitch! No way! I’m just here for my suit!” A slightly disheveled man screamed at Rarity, shrugging on his suit jacket as he hurried through her bedroom door, eager to get away from the horny fashionista.

“But darling, I promise you’ll love it! I even have collars if you’re into pet play~”

“Hell no! I’m out of here!” The panicked man threw over his shoulder as he barreled down the stairs as Rarity followed behind. He quickly busted through the boutique’s door to the safe haven that was outside. Rarity sighed defeatedly as the door shut loudly.

CLOP START

“Oh, bother… What’s a lady in need to do under circumstances like these? I even made sure to get Sweetiebelle and her friends out of the house like I promised Applejack I would do… Oh, it’s not fair, it’s simply not fair!” She pouted as she stomped her foot and huffed, crossing her arms under her breasts. “Well, I guess I have to go ‘solo’ today.” She decided out loud, now making her way back upstairs to her bedroom. She stripped off her top and skirt, leaving her in a lacy set of black lingerie. She laid down on her bed with a naughty smirk. “Perhaps I’ll think about that Blueblood fellow. Mmm, what a hunk he was.” Rarity giggled at the thought and slid a hand into her panties and moaned as her middle finger glided across her already dampening sex. Her other hand reached up to take off her bra and throw it aside as she quickly went to work, sliding her finger into her prim and proper pussy. She could see the apple of her eye in her mind now; Those freckles, that ponytail…

Wait a minute, that wasn’t Blueblood. Rarity stopped her ministrations and huffed. “What was that? Hmm… okay, focus more, Rarity.” She told herself and closed her eyes. That was better. NOW she could see him; Muscled torso, fair skin… Yes, and then he spoke, and his voice echoed in her mind…

“Let’s see what you can do, sugarcube.”

“Oh!” Rarity sat up in her bed with flushed cheeks. What had gotten into her? Why was she thinking about Applejack while masturbating? She sighed in irritation. “Well… Even if it is… Strange, to think about her while doing this… Just once won’t hurt anyone, right? And what she doesn’t know can’t hurt her…” She nodded and laid back again, and let her mind go where it wanted to. Her finger slowly but surely picked up speed as she imagined how Applejack’s bare breasts would look; perky, tanned, covered in freckles. “Mmm, yes~” Rarity moaned out and arched her back. Within another minute she panted heavily as she imagined Applejack licking her sopping pussy with that surely talented southern tongue. And as her eyes squeezed shut, Rarity orgasmed violently with a lusty moan, her hips shaking as she rode out the euphoric wave of pleasure that her climax brought.

CLOP END

After the fashionista came down from her orgasmic high, she quickly became very red in the face as she realized just how intense her climax was while thinking of her farmhand friend. She shook her head and pushed it to the back of her mind, and began to dress herself, quickly smoothing out her outfit with her hands and reaching over on her nightstand for a brush to restyle her disheveled hair. As she was doing this, she heard Sweetiebelle walk in the front door of the boutique.

“Rarity, I’m home!” Rarity smiled, now in a much better mood due to her ‘relief’, and walked downstairs to greet her sister.

“Welcome home, Sweetiebelle. How was your play-date with Scootaloo and Applebloom?”

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That following monday, all students of CHS tiredly walked out of their classrooms as the final bell of the day rang out. Spike was chatting with Mac and Pip as they walked out. “Man, coming back from break I realize that school still sucks.” He said jokingly with a chuckle. Pip nodded in agreement.

“Yeah, but we gotta keep our grades up or else varsity won’t take us next year.”

Big Mac responded to Pip’s statement with a quiet, low chuckle. “Y’all only need to stay over a 2.0 GPA to be on the team, no need to worry, ‘less yer jest plain stupid, which Ah know you two ain’t.”

Spike saw the opportunity and took it. “Speak for yourself, Mac. Have you seen Pip try to do his math homework?” He then mimicked his interpretation of his friend, scratching his head with a dumb look on his face. He then proceeded to completely butcher a Trottingham accent. “Oi, how deh fock do I do ‘is?”

Pip chuckled and lightly shoved his friend. “Ah, go suck a stiffy, ya prick.” The trio had a laugh and Spike started to turn away to start his trek home.

“Alright guys, I’m gonna take the long way home, walk off some soreness. See ya later.” He waved farewell to his friends and popped in his earbuds as he walked around the back of the school to follow the long trail that led to his neighborhood. Due to his sense of sound being limited from the music that was playing from his earbuds, he did not hear the group of large boys sneaking up behind him as he turned left after walking out the back doors of the school’s main building, which was now empty.

It wasn’t until he felt a meaty fist club the back of his head that he was aware of his attackers. He cried out in pain at the hit and fell to the ground, at which point Garble and his posse began delivering kicks to Spike’s body.

Garble called the rest of the gang off from their relentless assault. “Stand back, fuckers!” The leader called out before he turned back to Spike. “See that, prick?! You think you’re so fucking high and mighty, don’t you? Well how easy was it for me to take you down, huh? HUH?!” He growled as he delivered kicks to the heap on the ground that was Spike, emphasizing parts of his statement with said kicks. Spike groaned out in pain, unable to move. Garble punctuated his onslaught of kicks with a heel to the back of Spike’s head and hacked up a large lougie on Spike’s face.

Garble’s henchmen snickered at this, while he crouched down and glared menacingly at the boy curled up in pain at his feet. His voice was low and guttural, full of hate, as he spoke. “If you somehow beat my team next year, runt…” He grabbed a fistful of Spike’s hair and yanked his head up to look him in the eyes, and used his other hand to flick out the knife on his switchblade, and held it dangerously close to his victim’s face. “Me and my boys will find you after the fact… And we will end your pathetic life.” He chuckled and shoved Spike’s face back into the dirt before getting up and walking away. Before he left completely, he looked back and pointed out one last thing with a cocky smirk. “And by the way, we’ll know if you blab to someone. Oh, but you won’t make that mistake again, will you, snitch?” With that, Garble and his gang of goons walked away, snickering at Spike’s now difficult position.

Several minutes passed before Spike moved. After a few pained coughs, Spike slowly got up, holding his ribs with one arm, and as he felt around his bruised abdomen, he winced as he could tell one of his ribs was fractured. He slowly began to walk home, his injuries making it take longer than it normally would. He did his best to make himself seem fine as he walked into the living room of his and Twilight’s apartment, forcing a smile as he walked to his girlfriend and kissed her cheek before going up to the bathroom. He grabbed a large bandage roll out of the medicine cabinet and wrapped it around his ribs, wincing in pain as he did so. He looked at himself in the mirror as he finished and growled.

“After all this time, he can still beat me up… That needs to change.” He grabbed his straight razor, and his expression slowly changed from a look of desperation and weakness to one of blind confidence. “Time for a new Spike.”

Fifteen minutes later, and all that was left of Spike’s hair was a thick strip in the middle of his head. He ran some toxic-green hair glue through it to spike it up into a mohawk. Without any hesitation, his next movement took him out the bathroom and into his bedroom. He grabbed his wallet and told Twilight he was going out; she nodded and gave a half attentive “Mkay, love you.” not looking up from her book, and therefore failing to notice that Spike was already out the door and headed to Hawkeye’s tattoo and piercing parlor.

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Gilda leaned on the counter of her uncle’s ink shop, bored as she could be.

“Ugh, there haven't been any customers today. This sucks!” She thought out loud. As if on cue, Spike walked in through the front door of the shop. Gilda watched him walk in and a smirk worked its way onto her face. “Hey, I remember you from L.P. You were knocking around those bible-toting douche-canoes, right?”

Spike chuckled at this before responding, “Yeah, and if i remember correctly, you jumped in, too. Name’s Spike.” He said before fist-bumping the tattoo apprentice.

“Nice upgrade on the ‘do, by the way.” She said, gesturing to his mohawk. “Anyway, whatcha looking for today?”

Spike pulled out all the money that was in his wallet; $350, and said, “Some piercings and tats.”

Gilda sorted the money into the register as she replied, “Alright, sit down in the chair and give me the specifics of what you want.”

Spike walked out of the parlor two hours later, sporting some spiked stud earrings on the upper cartilage of his left ear, a black lip ring, and a small silver cross stud on his lobe. He had also gotten two new tattoos, one a small black skull behind his right ear, the other a red and black star on the back of his left hand.

As he walked home, Spiked smirked to himself for the second time that day with unabashed confidence and thought to himself, “This is just the beginning, Garble. Next time we see each other, you’ll be the one who’s afraid.”

Author's Notes:

In hindsight, I probably should've just put this and the last chapter together into one. Oh well.

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