“No way!” Dash said with a look of amazement and barely contained laughter, whilst Pinkie was already gigglesnorting her way into a slight fit of hysterics. “Gil, you didn’t!”

Gilda sniggered and nodded as she leaned back in her seat. “Yup, broke his nose, knocked out his teeth, and fucked up his eye. It was worth the expulsion, if you ask me.” She said as she began picking bits of raw fish out of her teeth with a toothpick. “Nobody pervs my ass and gets away scott free. And I was on the rag that day, so it was mostly bad timing on his part. Funny thing was he ended up bloodier than me, heh.”

The sip of water Pinkie had in her mouth came out at light speed once Gilda had mentioned the joke about menstruation. She instantly began giggling immaturely, her chest heaving repeatedly and making her breasts jiggle quickly, ripping Rainbow’s attention from Gilda in a fraction of a second. Rainbow’s friend saw this and chuckled. “What, are you two gonna start scissoring on the table now? I’ll record it, if you want!”

Rainbow chuckled and playfully gave Gilda the finger as she kissed Pinkie. The rest of their meal consisted of many more innuendous jokes and playful banter, and about 30 minutes later the time had come to say goodbye. Dash hugged Gilda, followed by Pinkie, who hugged them both back. “It was cool talking with you two. I guess I’ll see you at school tomorrow.” She smiled as she walked off, holding a small takeout box with some food for her uncle inside.

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Spike groaned as he set his pen down, and rubbed his eyes. “Twi, you’ve been tutoring me for the past four hours! My grade in math isn’t even that low, it’s a C+!” He said with a whine; Spike hated math with a burning passion.

“Well, I’m gonna make sure it’ll be an A+ by the time we’re done here!” Twilight said with a joyous smile; she loved tutoring almost as much as she did learning. While Twilight insisted that she was doing this out of love for him, Spike stood strong on his opinion that it was merely a display of sadism.

“Twiliiiiiight…” Spike groaned again, letting his head fall forward and smack the surface of the table. “Ow, shit!”

Twilight giggled and patted the back of her lover’s head. “Maybe if you answer this problem about distance between point A and point C, you’ll have a sense of how far your head is from the table and not hit it next time.”

“Damn, sick burn.” Spike chuckled as he rubbed his forehead. “Alright, so for this problem, we use… the pie-thugging theory, right?”

Twilight chuckled and kissed his forehead. “Pythagorean theorem, baby. But it’s close enough. Do you remember the equation?” She asked as she pulled her own notebook closer to her, ready to do the problem alongside him should he need her to.

“Uh, I think…. It’s, uh… a squared plus b squared equals c squared, right?” Spike asked, slightly unsure of himself.

“That’s right, Spike, good job! Now write it out, and I want you to try to do this one without a calculator, okay?”

“Um, okay…” Spike began speaking out his equation as he wrote down the problem. “So, side a is… three inches, and side b is four inches. So that’s… nine plus sixteen… side c squared is twenty five. So… it’s five!”

Twilight hugged Spike tightly and kissed his cheek. “Spike, that’s correct! See? You can do this stuff without a calculator now, and you thought you couldn’t when we started!”

“Heh, yeah, I guess I’m not as dumb as I thought.” Spike said jokingly.

“Spike, you’re not dumb at all! You’re plenty smart, the rest of your grades are all A’s and B’s!” Twilight said proudly as she hugged her boyfriend. “And even if you didn’t have good grades, I’d still love you the same.” She accentuated her statement with another kiss on his cheek.

Spike smirked before quickly turning his head and catching his girlfriend’s lips on his; Twilight jumped at the initial surprise, but quickly closed her eyes and melted against her brother’s muscled form. “Mmm…~” Spike held Twilight by the hips as he continued to kiss her, their lip locking becoming more and more passionate each second. A moment later their lips parted, and Twilight was blushing and panting heavily. “S-Spike…” He smirked and quickly cleared the table, laying Twilight on it.

CLOP START

“How about we take a… Study break?~” He chuckled and ducked his head under Twilight’s long skirt. Twilight whimpered as she felt Spike slide her panties off. She bit her lip to supress a moan as he gently nibbled on her clit, and within seconds her pussy was dripping wet.

“O-Oh my gosh, Spike… ohh!~” She arched her back and squeezed Spike’s head between her thighs, making it so he couldn’t stop eating her out even if he wanted to. His tongue was soon pistoning in and out of her tight, wet cavern, each time hitting her g-spot perfectly. “S-Spike, I-I’m…. Oh, f-fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, FUCKFUCKFUCK…. AHHHHH!!!” She bucked her hips wildly as she was pushed over the edge and wailed and moaned in euphoric pleasure as she rode the waves of her intense orgasm. Her thighs squeezed him tighter, and she pulled up her skirt to grip roughly on his mohawk as she humped his face, covering his chin with her juices that seemed to flow almost endlessly from her pussy. After just over a full minute of this, she laid back on the table, panting heavily and looking up at Spike with a dark blush as he stood up . He smirked and pulled out his rock hard member, and guided his hips forward, moments away from fucking her sweet, tight love tunnel and-

CLOP END

*DING DONG!*

“Oi, Spike!”

‘...Are you fucking kidding me?’ Spike thought to himself. He waited several seconds, deciding that maybe if he stayed quiet, the elusive Pip would get distracted by something shiny in the distance and leave him to fuck his girlfriend in peace.

Still unaware of the fact that Spike’s best friend was at the door, Twilight, still lost in bliss, rolled her body impatiently under her lover, whining desperately and mumbling a quiet plea. “Spiiiiike… I can’t wait anymore… put it in me~”

Torn between fucking his sister’s pussy and answering the door, Spike took several long seconds to weigh his options. He looked to the door, then to Twilight’s face, then to the door again, then to Twilight’s nethers…

*wink*

Spike’s breath hitched in his throat. Pip hadn’t said anything more. Maybe he if he was quiet for just a bit longer, he could-

*DING DONG!*

“Oi, Spike, I know your fuckin’ in there!”

“UGGGGHHHH…” Spike groaned defeatedly, dragging his hand down his face before tucking his excitement back into his pants and zipping up before kissing Twilight chastely. “Sorry babe, gotta go see what Pip wants.” Twilight whined and rolled her hips again, but nodded before quickly dressing herself.

*DINGDONGDINGDONGDINGDONG!

“HOLD THE FUCK ON! Jesus fucking Christ…” Spike opened the door and glared at his friend. “What. The fuck. Do you want?”

Pip blinked absently a few times before slowly speaking. “Hey, mate… I, uh, was gonna ask ya if you wanted to… go down to… the courts… and, uh, play some ball…? ...You alrigh’ mate?” He took several pauses as his friend stared daggers at him.

“Yeah.. I’m fine… gimme a sec..” Spike managed without strangling his cockblock of a friend before shutting the door more forcefully than he had to before walking back to Twilight, gently running his hand along her cheek.

“Hey, babe… I haven’t worked out in a while… I want to fuck you as much as you want me to, but I need to get out and do something active before I get sore and locked up… I’m sorry, but I can’t really turn Pip down, I’ve been dying for a good workout.”

Twilight began to whine in an admittedly cute, but bratty manner. B-But… I want you~ Don’t you want me too, Spikey-Wikey?~”

Spike sighed defeatedly and gently kissed a line down the side of her neck, making her shudder and flex her hips weakly. “More than anything, Twi… but I’ll be back in a few hours and I’ll do whatever you want, okay?~”

“Hmph…” Twilight huffed and crossed her arms. “Fine…”

Spike chuckled and gave his lover one last kiss before grabbing his workout bag, already filled with a change of clothes, sports drinks, and deodorant, already dressed in workout clothes: baggy sweatpants and a t-shirt. He swung the door open with a much happier disposition than the last time he looked his friend in the eyes. “Lemme put my shoes on, bro, and then we’ll head out.” Spike then promptly laced up the shoes next to Pip on the porch and gave his bud a fist bump before they both turned and headed down the street towards the community basketball courts.

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“And-one, ya scrubs!” Pip said as he recovered from being bumped during his long range shot. The members of the other team grumbled in displeasure. The two other members of Pip’s team, Mac and Spike, chuckled at Pip’s rambunctious behavior. Pip had called Mac as him and Spike were walking to the courts, and having just gotten home from his day out in the quiet fields near Sweet Apple Acres, the country boy happily accepted. The two teams lined up on the paint as Pip prepared for his free throw, dribbling the ball a few times before swishing the shot easily. “That’s four to zero, boys! Thanks for the great start!” Pip teased their opponents as the three friends transitioned to defense. Spike set a screen as the ball handler got to their side of the court. With no other option, he jumped and took the shot, the ball bouncing around the rim a few times before falling in. The squad patted their teammate on the back as they ran down the court, ready to defend their net.

Spike passed the ball to Mac around half court, and the large but agile bearded teen sped down the court, much to the ballers’ surprise. The largest of the three planted his feet, ready to take the charge and get possession of the ball via foul, but just before impact, Mac euro-stepped the boy and gracefully led the ball up to the rim, rolling it off of his fingers and into the hoop. “Eeyup.” He smiled as he heard the net swish, landing simultaneously.

The few players sitting out for this game covered their mouths and celebrated the move. One large, dark individual stood up on a bench and called out, “Country boy’s got game, y’all! Damn, that was nasty; eyyo Mondo, he dun’ swooped on you, bruh!” Mac’s two friends chuckled at the commotion, and continued to work together to dominate the game. About fifteen minutes later the game to 30 ended, with Pip, Spike and Mac nearly shutting out their opponents, allowing only six points to score.

As the trio was resting, towelling the sweat off and sipping some water, a large black SUV rolled up, blasting hard, deep-bass rap music. The driver’s door swung open, and out stepped a large dark-skinned male, with his posse following from the passenger and back doors. The driver walked up, holding his shorts up with one hand as he did so. He spoke with a deep voice, and sounded very displeased.

“Mang, deez whiteboys finna tryna take over MY court, The KING’S court? Fuck outta here. Let’s school deez fools, bruh.” The three ballers then walked onto the court, the self proclaimed king of the court snatched the ball from Mac’s hands. “Aight, fools, let’s play for the crown, den. Game to 15, three pointers are worth two, close range is worth one. Dig?” He finished his statement with an emphasized shove of the ball back into Mac’s large, calloused hands. He silently looked up at the ‘king’, and nodded.

“Eeyup.”

The entire audience in the bleachers stood up and cheered, a few of them warning Mac, Pip and Spike that they were “finna get schooled.” whilst a few were trying to warn King that the “whiteboys” had some serious skill.

Mac started off with a quick pass to Pip, who sped down the court and swished a long range shot. One of King’s players shoved him after the ball left his hands. The Trottingham teen grunted in shock as he hit the pavement, and the large player took the ball down the court and dunked it powerfully, hanging on the rim for a while before landing and chuckling dumbly. Spike promptly got in the player’s face, standing on his toes just to be at shoulder-level with the tall induvidual. “What the hell man?! That’s a foul!”

The large player Spike was calling out scoffed, “Ain’t no rules on the King’s court when he’s playin’ bruh. Whatchyo whiney lil’ ass gon’ do about it?”

Spike smirked and pushed off from his chest, grabbing the ball. “Wait and see, punk.” He grunted before helping his friend up. “You okay, Pip? Can you still play?”

Pip nodded and brushed himself off. “Yeah, ‘m fine. Now let’s teach these dongers a lesson.” He smirked and took the ball, dribbling down the court and spinning around both of king’s teammates, but just before he was about to do a lay-up, King came out of seemingly nowhere and trucked the significantly smaller boy, sending him flying back a couple of feet before once again landing on the pavement. Pip grinned, but quickly sprung back up and pointing towards the hoop, where Mac was hanging from the rim by one arm, his forearm stuffed in the basket, the crowd cheering loudly at the dunk the country baller had just performed.

“Oh my God, bruh!”

“Daaayyyuuuuum, boyy!”

“Dis dude just went HAM on you, King!”

“Ohhohoho, SHIT!”

“LESSS’ GO!!!”

“Bruh, farmer boy’s flexin’ on y’all!”

“Sign dat dude to a team, YESTERDAY, boy!”

King, however, was not as amused by this display, and chucked the ball into Mac’s gut. He grinned, shrugging off the throw like nothing, and dropped down from the rim. King simply glared daggers at him before grabbing the ball from the ground and passing from out of bound to his teammate, putting the ball back into play. King’s squad headed down the court, but their three opponents knew better. They each defended the man closest to their size, keeping them from scoring the fast break point. King spun out from Mac’s reach and was promptly given the ball, which he soon tucked under his leg as he spun in a quick mid-air 360 before slamming the ball into the basket, rattling the backboard. The audience once again erupted, this time praising King’s moves.

“OOOOOOOH, fuckin’ nasty!”

“Yeah, King, killin’ it!”

“S’what I’m talkin’ about!”

Several dunks, long range shots, blocks, steals, and flagrant fouls later, both teams were tied, fourteen to fourteen. King’s team had possession, and all six competitors were covered in a thin sheen of sweat. King licked his lips as his teammate passed him the ball, and he held it high enough to prevent Mac from reaching it unless he jumped, but Mac was wiser than that. He waited patiently for King to pass the ball to Spike’s matchup, closer to the hoop.

Spike was in the favorable position, and snagged the ball out of the air. He bolted to King’s basket, Mac and Pip guarding for him. King tried to tackle Spike’s legs, but Spike hopped over his dive, pushed his legs off King’s back, and slammed the ball into the hoop, leaping just a step in front of the free throw line, soaring through the air and cocking back his arm before slamming his hand against the rim as hard as he could, gasping in surprise as he heard the backboard shatter. The bleachers exploded with praise.

“OHH SHIIIIIIT!”

“Bruh, that’s goin’ online fo’sho!”

“Get that man a crown!”

“And give King some blankets, he straight sleepin’ on these dudes! Haha!”

Mac and Pip patted a grinning Spike on the back as the three of them walked towards the benches, quickly guzzling down most of their water and laughing and joking idly with each other. King, too embarrassed at being defeated, got back into his car with his squad and quickly peeled out.

The three friends continued to play a few more games, much more casually than their match against the ex-King. Many laughs, jokes, and kudos were exchanged before Mac decided to head home, soon followed by Pip and Spike. Spike said his farewells to Pip as they passed his house on their way home. Soon enough, Spike ended up on his doorstep, alone, covered in sweat, his workout bag in hand. Spike opened the door, and Twilight was right there waiting for him, blushing heavily, clearly having a hard time waiting for him to get home. She yanked him inside by his shirt. “Get in here, big boy~”

“Hell, yes.” Spike said with a huge, dumb smile plastered onto his face as he was dragged upstairs by a very needy, sexually deprived Twilight.

Author's Notes:

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