Luna’s guiding hand pulled the struggling young boy from the floor of his mind, the scorch marks of his own flame marring his body.

“You must try again, young one. You are showing promise, but you still have a long way to go.”

Spike wanted to roar in frustration, but he remembered that the Princess, while gorgeous and understanding, had little tolerance for lack of self-control.

“I understand, Princess—” He started, before he was cut off.

“It’s Luna when we’re alone, dear.” Her smile comforted him, as it always did.

He smiled back appreciatively, thinking nothing of how her hand lingered on his waist for a fair bit longer than usual.

“Luna, if you don’t mind me asking, how long have I been asleep? It feels like it’s been a couple hours,” the young boy queried.

“Oh,” she gestured in an uncaring manner, “only about two years. Why do you worry?”

Spike’s eyes widened as her statement sunk in. “Two…years?!” He flailed his arms wildly. “How could I have been gone for that long? I need to talk to my friends!”

Luna frowned, clutching the boy to her hip protectively. “You’re in hibernation, dearest. You cannot awaken until your body has grown to the appropriate size.”

Her frown deepened as she recalled that the passage of time was much more impactful for those who lacked the gift of eternal youth. “I cannot say when you may finish your first cycle, either. It may be nearing its end as we speak, or it may even take another ten years. None can say.”

Spike clutched at his hair, worry dotting his face as he started to hyperventilate.

“I can’t be in here for that long! I have to see Twilight, a-and Rarity! I need to see my friends!”

Luna’s mood soured at the mention of the woman who held the young boy’s heart even in the midst of his dreams, but she perked back up as she recalled something that could help him out of his funk.

“If it’s any consolation to you, my young one, you may know that Twilight asks after you often.”

Spike’s shaking slowed, his green eyes seeking out the Princess. “R-really? How often does she come to visit?”

The moon goddess’s face scrunched up, trying to remember the last time the lavender-haired girl came to Canterlot castle.

“Well, she hasn’t come to visit you per say, not since you entered hibernation, but by the tone of her letters, she cares a great deal about you.”

Spike stirred from sleep with another body in his grasp, noticeably the second time in a row. He looked down to find Twilight pressed into him, his own arms wrapped around her waist. His now-limp member had retreated from her rear, and even now she murmured his name lovingly as she ground softly against his body.

Yep, I’m bored.

He got up from the bed carefully, collected his robe from one of his bags, and went downstairs to prepare for the day.

The green-haired teenager trudged down the stairs lazily, his robe tied hastily around his hips as he prepared a cup of tea for himself. He heard a ding at the front door, shuffling over with half-lidded eyes.

He opened the door, cringing at the sunlight that immediately assaulted his eyes.

By Celestia’s nipples, that’s bright.

He glanced up at the mail woman, a blonde-haired, wall-eyed beauty with a joyful expression on her face.

“Since when does Ms. Sparkle have a boyfriend? You’re so cute!” She squealed, one eye staring Spike clear in the face while another journeyed downward.

“It’s Spike, Derpy.” He rubbed his eye as he continued to squint into the daylight. “And you don’t bring mail to the door, you bring it to the mailbox.”

Derpy smiled in spite of his comment. “Oh, I know! It’s just that sometimes Ms. Sparkle gets lonely all cooped up in her house, so I like to say hello!”

Spike shrugged lethargically as Derpy handed him the mail. “That’s sweet, or something.”

He noticed the mail woman still standing in his doorway, smiling blankly at him.

“So…can I help you?” He tried, feeling incredibly awkward standing in the doorway with an older woman blatantly staring at him in his fairly-revealing robe.

“Yep!” she chirped, closing the distance between them as she darted forward and grabbed Spike by the legs, shoving her head inside his robes as her lips sought out his member.

He looked down in confusion as he stared at the odd woman giving him head.

Spike took a sip of his tea. “…what?”

Derpy babbled from inside his robe, her words muffled as they usually are when you have a dick in your mouth.

Hnnnnnnnnnnnng.

“I can’t hear you, Derpy. You kind of have my dick in your mouth.”

She stopped her motions, her head leaving the folds of his robes. “What I was saying was, you are helping me because you look really cute in your robe and I haven’t had a guy in me in forever!”

Spike took another draught of hot chocolate. “Define ‘forever.’”

She counted on her fingers, mouthing the words. “About fifteen years, I’d say.”

Spike’s eyes widened a fraction. “Wow, that’s like…a Dinky.”

She cocked her head in confusion. “Pardon?”

Spike motioned uselessly with his free hand. “That means you haven’t had sex since you had your daughter, right?”

She nodded. “Sorry if I came on a little strong, but I really, really need this.” She pouted cutely. “Pleeeeeeease?”

Spike sighed.

And once more, I am called to give to the needy.

Twilight ambled down the stairs nude, her hair adorably frazzled.

Well, it’s not like it’s anything he hasn’t seen before.

She stretched her arms, her bottom more than a little sore from last night’s activities, only to freeze when she heard moaning coming from the kitchen.

Twilight crept down the stairs, peering inside from the open window when she saw the lady who usually delivered her mail, shorts wrapped around her knees as Spike slammed into her with a steady hand on her back.

“Spike, what are you—” she started to ask.

“Twilight, I don’t even know.”

Luna cradled Spike as he wept.

“So, what was really bothering you last night?”

Spike looked up from his morning paper of Sudoku, peering over the breakfast he had prepared after Derpy left.

He hesitated for a moment. “Do you really want to know?”

Twilight rolled her eyes as she clutched her coffee in her small hands. “I wouldn’t have asked if I didn’t, Spike.”

He put the morning paper down, turning fully to face her. “Alright. What do you know about my people?”

Twilight blinked at the sudden shift in conversation. “Your people? Not much, as you know.”

He sighed. “Let me be more specific; what do you know about our hibernation?”

Twilight ah’ed as she realized where the conversation was going. “Well, I know that it happens spontaneously, starting at adolescence.”

Spike nodded. “Right, although it usually happens after the thirteenth birthday, due to the common surge in hormones and over-consumption of food that comes with becoming a teenager.”

He shifted again to face her. “Do you also remember the day that I went off to Canterlot to be tutored by Princess Luna?”

Twilight nodded again, her face somewhat bitter at the memory. “Yeah, me and the girls were gone the entire day for a Wonderbolts derby,” Spike grimaced at this, “and when we got back, Pinkie Pie threw us a party.”

She frowned as she recalled more. “But when I got home, you had made up your mind to accept Princess Luna’s offer and become her student. It seemed like a pretty brash decision.”

It was. Spike sighed, looking Twilight in the eyes. “Twilight, that was my thirteenth birthday.”

Twilight’s eyes bugged out of her skull as she realized just how badly she screwed up.

“Oh my gosh, Spike, I’m so sorry that I forgot about that, I—”

“It’s fine,” he said, cutting her off with a wave of his hand. He snorted, a pained smile on his face. “I just had a hard time figuring out how Pinkie Pie of all people forgot too.”

Pinkie Pie skipped happily into Sugarcube Corner, not at all tired from her recent trip to Cloudsdale for the Wonderbolts derby.

She ‘ooh’ and ‘ahh’ed at the spectacular display of balloons and streamers, cake and confections alike as she beheld a party waiting to happen, all beneath her nose!

Pinkie bounced into the kitchen, startling Mrs. Cake as she was teaching Pound Cake how to bake.

“Oooh, Mrs. Cake, who set-up that wonderful party out there?” she chirped.

Mrs. Cake stared blankly at Pinkie, before stating, “You did, dear. You said it was for one of your friends, but then that rainbow-haired girl came by and told you that your friends were all heading to a derby of some sort. Don’t you remember?”

Pinkie Pie shook her head rapidly. “Nope!” She giggled as she bounced back out the door.

“That’s no reason to let a perfectly good party go to waste, though!”

Twilight shrugged her shoulders as easily she did Spike’s question. “I don’t know, Spike, she’s usually the one who remembers every birthday, for every person.”

Makes being forgotten that much worse, heh.

Twilight reached a hand across the table, clenching Spike’s in hers. “That’s pretty bad, I admit, but that’s no reason to leave to go to Canterlot, is it?”

Spike pulled his hand back, to her dismay. “That’s not the problem, Twilight.”

She frowned. “Then please, tell me, what was so bad that you had to move away?”

He growled. “I fell asleep.”

She rolled her eyes. “I know, you said that already. Four years is a long time, but it’s hardly a lifetime, Spike.”

Spike’s eyes glowed dangerously as he snorted smoke. “I. Fell. Asleep.”

She flinched at his tone as he got up from the table. “In case you didn’t know, hibernation can last from anywhere from a month to a decade, depending on the person. Those four years I spent away? Felt like hours.”

Twilight cringed back into her seat as he moved closer to her.

“I could have been gone for far longer than I was. What if I woke up and you had kids? Or Rarity? What if something terrible happened and I wasn’t there to protect you?”

She started to stammer, “B-but I can protect mys—”

“That’s not the point!” He roared, his eyes starting to glisten.

“Ever since we came here,” he choked, “we’ve been drifting apart, and I’ve been trying to stop it, I really have!” He tried to gather himself, but she could tell by the look on his face that he was crumbling. “And since I came back to Ponyville, and we did what we did last night, I thought maybe I could fix it!”

He was sobbing pathetically now, and it was all Twilight could do to not scoop him up in her arms and reassure him. But still, he continued.

“But you girls? You just have sex on the mind when you look at me, and I immediately thought that that was at least a step-up from being ignored. But here I am, the morning after I share myself with you, and you tell me you can’t even remember how you weren’t there for me?”

Twilight was on the edge of tears herself, shaking violently as she stretched a hand out to grasp his. “Spike, I—”

Once again, he snatched his hand away. “Don’t touch me,” he snarled.

She grabbed him in a hug anyway.

Luna tried not to enjoy the closeness that the young boy’s embrace brought, but rarely had she had contact with another human being, and sisterly affection accounted for little.

The fact that she had ingrained in him a great deal of knowledge, historical, magical, and—she nearly purred in delight—physical, in the matter of hours granted her reason to hold the young man.

It also helped that no one was around to watch.

“There, there, young one,” she cooed, feeling slightly guilty as she placed the squirming young man in her open lap, “all will be better.”

After all, a woman needs her affection, ill-gotten or otherwise.

Another day, another detention.

Apple Bloom stretched, still sore from her little scrap with Diamond Tiara earlier in the day.

But by Celestia’s beard, it was worth it.

While she lacked any real bruises, as did her combatant, Cheerilee had nevertheless given the both of them detention together, so that they may “sweep it under the rug,” or something like that. To be honest, she wasn’t really paying that much attention anyway.

Not when it was all an act.

With Applejack at the stalls for the rest of the afternoon, and Granny Smith in Appleloosa to visit family, that left Big Macintosh all alone down at the farm.

“Way Ah figure, you’re due for a favor or two,” Apple Bloom winked at Cheerilee as she told the teacher her plan earlier that day.

When she knew the teacher had been on board, she stuffed her house key into a hollow apple during lunch, and slipped it to her right before detention, as an ‘apology’ for causing so much trouble.

Apple Bloom had to laugh inwardly as Cheerilee scuttled out the door, got into her car, and drove in the direction of Sweet Apple Acres.

Ha! I wonder if Ah could major in corruption! She kicked her feet up on her desk, a crooked smile making its way onto her face.

“Where did Miss Cheerilee go? Who’s going to watch us?” Diamond Tiara looked around, confusion in her voice.

She noticed the blinds were closed.

“No one. No one at all.”

The hairs on the back of Diamond Tiara’s neck stood up as she looked over to see Apple Bloom staring at her, eyes lidded and thin lips smirking.

Diamond Tiara’s eyes widened as she leaned back, suddenly wary. “Y-you did this, didn’t you? You did something to make Miss Cheerilee leave so you could beat me up!”

Apple Bloom shook her head, that stupid grin still on her face.

A blush crossed her face, as the prissy young woman scrambled from her desk and headed for the door. “Fine, but I’m not about to stay in the same room as you, Apple Bumpkin!”

A strong but small hand on her shoulder stopped her in her tracks, pulling her backwards until Diamond Tiara was leaning down next to Apple Bloom's face.

“See, here’s the thing, DT.”

“Don’t call me that.” She snarled.

“We’ve been fightin’ since we was little girls, and we’re sensible young ladies now.” Apple Bloom’s powerful amber eyes gleamed in the afternoon sun, refusing to let Diamond Tiara look anywhere else.

“Thing is, I’m a mite tired of it, y’see?” Apple Bloom got up from her seat, hand still planted firmly on Diamond Tiara’s shoulder, and pushed the weaker girl onto Cheerilee’s empty desk.

“W-what are you—” the surprised girl started to say.

“And I’m willin’ to try some,” Apple Bloom licked her lips in anticipation as her voice dropped an octave, “diplomacy.”

The white and purple-haired girl’s eyes widened impossibly as the young farmer drew her into a deep kiss, pressing down on her and grasping at the hem of her skirt.

Diamond Tiara’s face was flushed as Apple Bloom pulled away to gather her breath, unable to speak out of pure shock.

“Way Ah see it,” Apple Bloom panted, “life’s too short ta waste on petty squabbles, y’see?”

“Yes,” she immediately agreed.

“And we’re two pretty young things perfectly capable of gettin’ along, right?”

“Perfectly capable, yeah.” Her chest was heaving as Apple Bloom brushed the red locks out of her face. By Celestia’s nipples, that’s sexy.

“So what kinda depraved young women would we be if we didn’t give peace a chance?”

Diamond Tiara shook her head furiously, her hair spreading across the desk in a way that only made Apple Bloom want her more.

“Monsters, absolute monsters, Apple Bloom.” She yelped as she felt the hand on her shoulder yank down the corner of her dress.

“Ah’m glad you see it my way,” she drawled, before moving up to nibble on the other girl’s neck.

Diamond Tiara’s legs immediately clenched around Apple Bloom’s waist, pulling her in closer as she brushed her fingers through the farmer’s thick red hair, yanking off her hairband.

Apple Bloom started. “Hey, what did Ah just get through sayin’?”

Diamond Tiara giggled. “Sorry AB,” the redhead’s eyes narrowed at her hypocrisy, “but if we’re about to do this, then you’re too pretty to wear your hair up.”

Apple Bloom blinked, before blushing deeply. “All ya had to do was say so,” she muttered.

Diamond Tiara smirked from underneath her as she stared up at the stronger girl. “I always thought you were naturally pretty, you know.” She winced. “It made me kind of jealous, actually, how I had to work for it.”

Apple Bloom purred as she slipped off the other corner of her new friend’s dress. “That’s mighty nice of you, hun.” She planted another hard kiss on her lips. “But you never had to work for it.”

Their heartbeats thudded together as Apple Bloom’s hand traced down Diamond Tiara’s thigh, breaths withheld and moans prepared as her digits traced the outline of her panties, before traveling underneath to caress—

“Well hey guys, what’s going on in h—By Celestia’s nipples!”

The two girls looked over in a panic to the stranger in the doorway.

“Spike?!” Apple Bloom screeched in surprise.

“Apple Bloom?!” He screeched back.

“…Diamond Tiara?!” The neglected girl on the desk exclaimed.

“What are you doing here? I was supposed to have the schoolhouse to myself for the afternoon!” Apple Bloom looked immensely embarrassed, almost literally being caught with her pants down.

Spike coughed into his hand, trying not to look too obviously at the girl with her skirt raised and legs dangling in the air.

“W-well, I came by to talk to Cheerilee about my longstanding childhood issues, but I see she’s not here at the moment.”

“Gee, you think?” Diamond Tiara sneered from the desk.

Apple Bloom flicked her between her legs. “Be nice,” she ordered.

“So, uh,” Spike began as he stepped closer into the room, “what exactly were you guys up to? I had the impression that you two hated each other’s guts.”

An idea sprung into Apple Bloom’s mind. Ah bet I could kill two birds with one stone right now.

“You know how girls go behind each other’s backs all the time and spread rumors ‘bout each other?” Diamond Tiara turned to face her, hurt etched across her face.

“Yeah…?” Spike replied cautiously.

Apple Bloom grabbed him by the collar, growling as she brought him close to her face.

“That has absolutely nuthin’ ta do with this.”

Spike wanted to slap himself in the face at being duped so easily. “What do you want?”

She smiled at his compliance. “Easy, just come at me from behind while Ah have my way with DT. Sound good?”

Spike frowned. “I dunno, Apple Bloom. I’ve had sex like, eight times in the past few days, and I’m kind of sore right now.”

Apple Bloom snapped her fingers in despair. “Well, shoot! I guess I’ll just haveta get Big Macintosh drunk and fuck ya til you’re blind!”

Spike had begun eating her out before her belt hit the floor.

Luna had no choice; the boy grew stronger and wiser by the hour, and she only had a matter of time before he would become difficult to handle. She grabbed him with her magic and tossed him backwards.

“Hey Luna, what are we gonna do on the bed?”

Rainbow Dash looked at her wristwatch, tapping her foot impatiently.

I got off work fifteen minutes ago, where the heck is he?

She decided to head into town in hopes of finding her lost conquest.

Rainbow Dash strutted through the market, her hands in her pockets and a scowl on her face.

“What’s got your britches in a twist, sugarcube?” called a familiar southern drawl.

Dash repressed the instinctive urge to punch Applejack in the throat at the sound of her voice, as was her usual inclination. She settled for a sigh instead.

“Hey Applejack, I’m just looking for my 5 o’clock lay. You?” She turned to face her friend.

Applejack smiled as she piled the last of her supplies onto her cart. “Just packin’ up here so Ah can go pick up Apple Bloom from detention.” She paused for a moment. “Wait, what?”

Rainbow Dash smirked at her friend’s confusion. “As soon as I find Spikey Wikey, you’re gonna owe me big time. Eight big times, actually.”

Applejack blinked as she processed Rainbow’s statement.

Then sucker-punched her in the face.

“Not if Ah get to ‘em first!” she shouted as she ran in the direction of the schoolhouse.

Dash rubbed her face, growling at the surprise attack. “Shows what you know, Applehick! The library's in the opposite direction!”

Applejack yelled, not slowing down, “It’s a good thing Ah saw him headin’ up to the schoolhouse, then!”

Dash’s eyes widened. “Clever dick!”

Luna pressed down on the bed, her royal dress discarded along with most of her royal attire.

“You may not be able to see your body at the moment, young Spike, but the truth of the matter is that you have matured very, very well. So well, in fact, that I’m afraid that you will quite literally have to beat the young ladies away.”

Spike used every scrap of mental strength he had to suppress the arousal he felt at the goddess advancing on him. “W-what’s the point of this exercise?”

Luna traced her finger along Spike’s chest, cupping his cheek with her other hand.

“It is simple; resist me, and you will undoubtedly be able to resist any woman who wishes to manipulate you for her own selfish ends.”

She inwardly begged for him to fail.

Spike panted as he leaned into Apple Bloom, her firm bottom almost suctioned to his crotch. He pulled on Diamond Tiara’s legs for support as he drew back and slammed into the farmer again. Doing so, he caused the white-haired girl’s hips to shift even closer against Apple Bloom’s mouth.

Apple Bloom moaned into Diamond Tiara’s thighs, looking back momentarily to gaze upon the gorgeous young man who continued to fill her up.

“How ya likin’ it back there, Spike?” she moaned as she rocked back and forth from the motions, only to have her head shoved back down by an impatient Diamond Tiara.

Spike gasped as her tight, hot entrance continued to clamp down around him.

“Your body is really, really firm, Apple Bloom. I could do this all day…!”

It’s amazing how this doesn’t get old, huh? He grinned as another quip came to mind. “In fact, it’s almost as tight as your sisters’.”

He moaned heavily as Apple Bloom squirmed beneath him indignantly; Diamond Tiara gasped as well when she felt the vibrations of the red-haired beauty shouting angrily into her womanhood.

“Quick, insult her more!” urged the girl with her legs wrapped around Apple Bloom’s head.

“Apples are dumb!” Spike yelled as he was forced to grip Apple Bloom’s hips even harder, noting how she tried in vain to dislodge him from her hindquarters so she could kick him in his gut.

Diamond Tiara laughed hysterically, nearly choking on her own spit as she reached an orgasm.

“A-Apple Bloom, I’m arriving!” She clenched her lover’s head between her legs, small, intense tremors wracking her body. She felt the intense heat welling up within her stomach, before it rocketed down, dribbling across Apple Bloom’s face.

The spoiled young girl chuckled deeply as she released Apple Bloom from her vice grip, drawing her legs up onto the table and spreading them. “By Celestia’s nipples, that was heavenly.”

She looked up to Spike, licking her lips as she saw his impressive length. “Hurry up, Spike, was it?” She moved a finger down to casually pleasure herself. “I want to try you.”

Channel Celestia, Spike reminded himself. “Your time is coming, trust me.”

Her eyes lidded as a lazy grin crossed her face. “You’re a trooper, I’ll give you that.”

Apple Bloom ground into Spike’s hips, moaning as she neared her orgasm. “Harder!” she begged, “I’m almost there!”

Spike complied, grabbing her ample breasts and withdrawing his full length, preparing to begin his assault on her ass once again.

“Well howdy y’all, what’s goin’ on in—SWEET SASSY MOLASSY, WHAT’RE Y’ALL DOIN?!”

All three stumbled to their feet immediately at the sound of the enraged farmer’s voice.

Applejack marched over and grabbed Spike savagely by the hair. “You’re back in town for one day, and Ah find you in here havin’ your way with my sister?” Her grip tightened, her knuckles turned white, and a murderous look was in her eyes.

Spike shook in terror. “To be absolutely fair, AJ,” he pointed a finger at the still-nude Apple Bloom, who struggled to don her jean shorts and yellow camisole, “it’s completely her fault.”

Apple Bloom stared indignantly at Spike as he deliberately threw her under the bus. “Hey!”

Diamond Tiara nodded earnestly in agreement. “He’s absolutely right, Miss Applejack. Apple Bloom came onto me and I just couldn’t resist her southern charm!”

The younger girl didn’t know whether to be insulted by the betrayal or feel complimented.

Applejack’s grip on Spike’s hair only loosened slightly. “And you expect me to believe you over my kin why?”

“It’s eleven inches,” he whispered, only loud enough for her to hear.

Applejack immediately let him go, instead grabbing the now dressed Apple Bloom by the wrist roughly and marching towards the door. “Young lady, you’d better get ready to have your hide tanned. You’d better pray to Celestia that Mac is gonna be more forgivin’ than me!”

Apple Bloom’s eyes widened as she realized that Cheerilee was probably still busy with her older brother.

Well, fuck.

Applejack whirled and pointed at Spike, still lacking any clothing. “And you, young man, you and me are going to have words. Hot, angry, passionate words.”

As soon as the two farmers stalked out of the room, both Spike and Diamond Tiara sighed heavily.

“That was close, huh?” quipped the young girl, getting back on the desk in hopes of continuing their session.

“Sure was,” Spike agreed, twirling a strange piece of red clothing in his hand. “ I managed to snatch her thong, though.”

The two of them laughed heartily at their friend’s expense, only to be scared pissless when a familiar head of rainbow-colored hair jutted from beneath Cheerilee’s desk.

“Rainbow Dash, how in Celestia’s name did you get under there?” Spike clutched his heart in surprise.

Dash decided to ignore his question, instead closing the open door behind them, cracking her knuckles. “You know, I thought that I’d be angrier, what with how you totally stood me up and instead decided to bone Applejack’s little sister and what’s-her-face here.”

She smiled genuinely, a tear coming down her cheek in joy. “But this right here? I’m about to be repaid in spades.”

Dash’s hands clenched the two teenager’s heads tightly, bringing them down to her waist level.

“Now, undress me.”

They obliged.