One night, Fluttershy awoke to a horrid smell coming from outside her bedroom. She shuddered as she pulled on her white bathrobe and tiptoed to Rarity’s room while Rainbow Dash snored loudly on the sofa in the living room.

“Oh...” Rarity mumbled in her sleep. “Are those pancakes I smell? Mmm, how divine... spiced warm apple cider... Ooohh!!” she gagged, now wide awake. “What is that repulsive odor?” she asked Fluttershy.

“If I had to guess, I would say either a toilet backed up or it’s...”

They both looked at Rainbow Dash, still passed out on the couch. Rarity grabbed one of her slippers, threw it at Rainbow Dash and it bounced off her head.

“Soarin, why’re you head-butting me?” Dash murmured, still asleep.

“Rainbow Dash, wake up!” Fluttershy shouted.

She yawned and said, “What’s up?”

“You were snoring again!” Fluttershy whined. “Louder than ever.”

“I obviously don’t hear anything,” Dash replied. “And don’t say it’s because I’m awake now,” she added at Rarity.

“And not only are you loud, you smell worse than a rhinoceros fart!” Rarity complained as she propped a window open. “Take a shower!”

“I would, but you two always hog the bathrooms in the morning, so I don’t have time to shower,” Rainbow Dash replied. “And even if I did, all the hot water is gone by then.”

“Rainbow Dash, you’re my friend, and I love you, but could you maybe not be so nasty and revolting?” Fluttershy asked as she reached under the couch and pulled out a bowl of moldy cereal. “You can’t live like this. And I definitely can’t live like this!”

“I hate to interrupt,” said Rarity, “but have either of you seen my new lingerie?”

“Were they black and frilly, with white lace around the edges, and cut really high on the hip?” Dash inquired.

“Yes...” Rarity said slowly. “Why?”

“Hold on,” Dash replied.

Rainbow Dash twisted beneath the sheet. After a few seconds of struggling, she pulled out a pair of frilly panties with a matching bra.

“Here,” she said as she handed them to Rarity. “I kept them warm for you.”

Fluttershy bit her bottom lip to keep herself from smiling.

“Your girls have trespassed on my girls’ property,” Rarity replied. “My girls no longer want to be there. You know what? Keep them.”

“Hey, don’t talk about my girls like that!” Dash told her as she cupped her now bare chest. “You’ll hurt their feelings.”

“Oh, I’ll hurt a lot more than their feelings if you don’t keep them out of my brassières and other intimates,”

“What is your problem?”

“You are my problem!” Rarity yelled. “I must confess have seen many gross things in my life. I have roughed it out in the wilderness with Applejack for ten straight days. I have used public bathrooms that should have been declared toxic waste dumps. I have witnessed my father excavate things out of his own navel that I do not even want to think about, much less attempt to describe, but I refuse to share space with a woman who can’t respect that sanctity of another lady’s unmentionables!!” She took a deep breath and said, “Rainbow Dash... I think you should go.”

“What?” Dash asked.

“What?” Fluttershy repeated.

They were both shocked.

“I’m sorry,” Rarity said, “but either clean up your lifestyle or get out.”

“Fluttershy?” Dash attempted.

“I have to agree with Rarity,” she replied.

“Fine, I’ll just get my junk and go!”

She pulled on one of her Wonderbolt Academy sweatshirts, threw the rest of her clothes and her toothbrush into her duffel bag, slung her electric guitar over her back, and reached for the YBOX that was under the TV.

“Unh-unh!” Rarity exclaimed. “The video game system came with the room. It stays!”

Rainbow Dash picked up her bag, walked out into the hall, and slammed the door behind her without looking back.

“That was cruel, Rarity,” Fluttershy said.

“Your panties could be next, darling!” Rarity told her.

“Good point,” she replied.

The first place Dash went to was Applejack and Sunset Shimmer’s room. Inside, AJ was (metaphorically) spanking Sunset in their latest video game session. That night’s game was Ogres and Oubliettes: Selena’s Gate.

“I win again,” Applejack said.

“I don’t like to lose!” Sunset grumbled.

Suddenly, there was a knock at their door.

“Who could that be?” they both wondered as it opened.

“Hey, girls,” said Rainbow Dash. “Got room for one more?”

Sunset and Applejack immediately covered their noses.

“Not a chance!” Applejack exclaimed.

“And no offense, but you stink!” Sunset added.

Rainbow Dash left them to their games and tried the room across the hall.

“Yo Dazzlings, guess who’s your new roomma--” she cut herself short.

Dash had walked in on the three women, naked, and kissing a body pillow with an image of Spike on it. Well, Aria and Sonata were making out with the pillow while Adagio was riding a massive purple dildo that was attached to it.

“Does no one know how to knock in this day and age?!” Adagio shouted.

“I’m sorry, I was just leaving...” Dash said and closed the door behind her.

Rainbow Dash attempted to bleach her mind of what she had seen by thinking of who would be willing to take her in. If Applejack and Sunset said no, then chances were that Twilight, Starlight and Pinkie would too. She thought maybe Soarin would since they were old pals from the Academy; but she definitely didn’t want to crash with Zephyr Breeze. Then Dash’s thoughts strayed back to the image of Spike’s face on that full body pillow.

Then she thought, “Maybe...”

So she rode the elevator up to the 26th floor and approached the door to Spike’s suite. She thought about using her master key like she had on the girls’ doors, but she decided to be a little more polite and waited for an answer after she knocked. It opened and Spike stood in the doorway, a bewildered look on his face.

“Fluttershy and Rarity kicked me out,” she began.

Spike’s expression turned to shock as he let her in.

“They took my videogames and Rarity even yelled at me,” she went on. “I don’t want to put you out, but please, can I stay here?”

Spike paused for a moment, then said, “Sure, you can stay... on one condition.”

“Name it!” she replied.

“Help me try out my TV’s new sound system,” he told her.

Spike led her by the hand until she was right in front of the living room TV.

“Stand right there,” he said. “My buddy’s cousin hooked up the speakers for me, but I haven’t tested ‘em yet. He said they’re supposed to be so strong and so loud that they’ll kill birds and small animals. Don’t tell Fluttershy I said that.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” she replied.

Spike turned the TV on, cranked the volume all the way up to the max, and pushed play on a disc that was already in the DVD player. The soundwaves hit Dash so hard that her sweater flew from her body, leaving her naked.

“Oh, and blow women’s clothes off!” Spike smiled triumphantly.

“You are dead!” she shouted, and she tackled him.

They wrestled around on the living room floor and in the scuffle, knocked over the coffee table. It ended with Spike on his back while Dash scooped up her sweater, guitar and duffel bag, marched into Spike’s bedroom, and locked the doors behind her. Spike reached for the remote, turned off the TV, and then climbed onto one of the couches, closed his eyes, and fell asleep.

He awoke the next morning to find his bedroom doors wide open.

“Oh, what the Tartarus?” he groaned.

He walked into his bedroom to find the bed unmade (no real surprise there) and Rainbow Dash gone. Then he walked into his bathroom, and it was a mess. Dash didn’t turn the exhaust fan on, so the whole room (including the mirror) was fogged full of steam, so Spike couldn’t shave; there was no hot water left when he turned the faucet on in the shower, and she finished the toilet paper and didn’t replace the roll.

“If she left the toilet seat up she’d be an honorary dude,” he thought.

He skipped shaving and immediately dressed for work.

When he got to the staff locker rooms, Discord was already going over the staff evaluation forms from yesterday. Nobody even noticed Spike come in.

“Unacceptable! Completely unacceptable!” Discord shouted. “Look at these! Rainbow Dash! Seven point five out of ten!”

“You said anything above a seven is okay,” she said.

“Do better! Soarin! Four! Says ‘needs to spend less time flirting with the customers and actually serve drinks,’”

“The girls I ‘flirt’ with are no less than nine out of ten,” Soarin replied.

Discord threw the forms to the floor in disgust.

“That’s it!” he yelled. “From now on, anyone who gets less than an eight on a staff eval gets a strike! And you know what three strikes means...”

“We. Are. Out of here,” they all droned.

Spike looked over his shoulder and saw Twilight enter with a towel crudely wrapped around her head.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” Discord said (not feeling sorry at all). “Did I schedule the staff meeting during rubber ducky time? You just earned another big, fat, strike!” he shouted as he stormed out. “And let that be a lesson to the rest of you!”

Twilight slumped onto one of the benches with her face in her hands.

“No! That’s my second strike!”

“It’s not that bad,” Starlight told her. “Just do a perfect job from now on and Discord has to forgive you... eventually. By the way, you’re out of conditioner.”

“Yeah, I know,” Twilight grunted as removed the towel from her head to reveal her hair in a very high poof.

Later, at the front desk, Rarity smiled over the newspaper, studying the front page article. Shining Armor had arrested the group that was responsible for the city-wide blackout the other night—a gang of criminals that had planned to hit a bank in Las Pegasus. But how did they knock out power to the entire city? They used a pinch; a device that was created to cause a cardiac arrest for broadband electrical circuitry. Basically, it was a bomb but without the explosion.

When a nuclear device was detonated, it released an electromagnetic pulse, or a wave jammer, that shut down any power source within its blast radius. But that didn’t matter because a nuclear weapon usually destroyed everything that would need power anyway, whereas a pinch created a similar pulse but without the mass destruction and death. There was only one pinch in the world big enough to work; it had been stolen from the Califoalnia Institute of Advanced Science two weeks before and Shining Armor was in charge of that investigation.

The Las Pegasus city workers didn’t back the main power lines so the robbers managed to not only knock those out, but also the backup grids, one by one, like dominos. The city-wide blackout lasted only 30 seconds, and the power game back on, but the pinch had also knocked out the backup generator that the Flimflam Brothers had installed in their resort just for emergency blackouts. That’s why Soarin had to reroute the power through the circuit breaker the night Discord went on a blind date with Fluttershy while Spike, Sunset and Applejack were stuck in the elevator.

Each member of the gang had a cover while they were in Las Pegasus—some had jobs while others were on vacation—but Shining Armor and the EBI tracked them down and arrested every single one of them. And not only that, but now that the City of Las Pegasus knew its weakness, they were quick to fix it.

“Wow. You’re chipper this morning,” Fluttershy observed as she strolled up to the front desk on her way to the casino.

“Oh, I had a great night of sleep last night!” Rarity replied. “I actually got up early and I went to a yoga session. You have got to come with me next time. The new instructor is a hottie!” She sighed. “And with the Grand Duchess of Slobula gone, the air was so fresh! Hey, you’ve got the afternoon off too, right? We should do something together.”

“Okay. What do you want to do?” Fluttershy asked.

“I don’t know. What do you want to do?” Rarity replied.

“We could always call Rainbow--” Fluttershy began.

“No! She’ll think we want her back. I’ve got a taste of fresh air and I am not about to give it up!”

Speaking of which, Rainbow Dash walked by them with her maid cart, shot them a hateful glare, then stuck her nose in the air and kept on walking.

“Oooh - the Silent Treatment,” Rarity said. “Like I care.”

Spike followed close behind, from the ballroom, and stopped to say, “S’up.”

“Wow, look at you,” Rarity said. “What’s on your face?”

Spike brushed the tip of his middle finger across the corner of his mouth. Then he lifted his hand to his eye to see what had been on his face.

“Blood, apparently,” he replied. “My couch was lumpy, thanks for asking.”

“I didn’t,” Rarity said. “Wait, you slept on your couch last night? Why?”

“Because I fought Dash for my bed,” he answered.

“She stayed with you last night?” Rarity inquired.

“Yeah, thanks for that, by the way,” Spike said shortly.

“I assume you know why,” Rarity replied.

“You should have seen my bathroom this morning,”

He gave Fluttershy a brief glance and walked away.

Later that afternoon, Starlight (dressed as a Bunny Girl) was keeping an eye on Twilight while she (Starlight) helped bus drinks on the casino floor.

She saw one of the players at Twilight’s table write a “1” on his staff evaluation card and she gasped.

“If Discord gets that eval, that’s Twilight’s third strike!”

She had to do something.

Starlight approached him after he cashed out.

“Let me put that staff evaluation form in the box for you,” she said to him.

“Thanks, but I think I can handle it,” he chuckled.

“But you shouldn’t be working while you’re on vacation,”

“I’m not working,”

“I’d call using your fingers work,”

“Are you trying to interfere with my staff evaluation?”

“Why would I ever do that?” she asked. “Gimme that form!” she exclaimed.

Starlight tried to tackle him, but he dodged her and deposited the form into the comment box. She looked at the box and noticed the big padlock on the front. And she didn’t have the key. She reached down between her breasts, pulled out her cell phone, and dialed Applejack.

“Applejack, got anything that’ll cut a lock?” she began.

“What for?” AJ inquired.

“I need to cut the lock off the comment box,”

“No,” AJ stated, and she hung up.

Starlight returned to the comment box, only to find it already open... and the staff evaluation cards gone.

“Where did they go?” she asked.

“The forms?” Fluttershy asked. “Adagio took them to Discord’s office.”

“No!” Starlight screamed as she pushed Fluttershy out of the way, knocking her tray of drinks into the air.

Fluttershy shrieked as she caught one drink with the tray she was holding in her right hand, another glass in her left hand, one on the top of her head, and the fourth one with her left foot... all without spilling a single drop.

“My whole job just flashed before my eyes!” she said.

“Thanks,” one of the patrons told her as he took the glass that she caught with her foot.

Starlight ran out of the casino, to the Sweet Snacks Café just as Pinkie Pie was coming off her shift.

“Pinkie! Emergency! Twilight got a bad staff eval and we have to stop it from getting to Discord’s office!”

“Whoa!” Pinkie replied. “She must have really messed up.”

They saw Adagio on the far side of the lobby with the stack of staff evaluation cards. She looked at one and smiled.

“Discord doesn’t need to see my little five out of ten,” Adagio said as she folded it up and slipped it down the front of her blouse, between her breasts.

“Stop that lounge singer!” Starlight exclaimed, and she and Pinkie chased after her.

“Aria, get these to Discord. I’ve got to rest up for tonight’s show,” Adagio said as she handed her sister the staff evaluations.

“No problem,” Aria replied.

Pinkie and Starlight would have caught up with Aria if they hadn’t been blocked by Zephyr Breeze and Bulk Biceps, who were pulling their luggage carts through the lobby.

“Discord doesn’t need to see my little four out of ten,” Aria said as she pocketed one of the eval cards.

“Stop that backup singer!” Starlight shouted.

She and Pinkie continued to chase after Aria, who handed the staff evals off to Sonata.

“Sonata, get these to Discord,” she told her.

“Discord doesn’t need to see my little nine out of ten,” Sonata said. “Oh, wait... Maybe he does.”

“Stop... that...!” Starlight panted. “Just stop her!”

They followed Sonata down the hall to Discord’s office. She took the forms inside and several beams of red light shot out of the walls the second she shut the door behind her.

“Good luck getting by that laser field,” Pinkie said. “You’d need the biggest I.T. geek in the world.”

“Or the casino’s head of security,” Starlight replied.

She pulled out her cell phone and dialed Applejack again.

“Applejack, you’ve got to shut down the laser grid around Discord’s office!”

“Are you off your rocker?” Applejack asked. “Do you have any idea how much trouble I’d get in if--?”

“It’s to save Twilight’s job,” Starlight said.

“No!”

“Did I say Twilight? I meant Spike. It’s to save Spike’s job,”

“Done!”

AJ typed a few commands into her computer and the lasers around Discord’s office door quickly vanished.

“Way to go, Applejack!” Pinkie said.

When Starlight opened the door, it was obvious from a quick glance at Discord’s office that his world revolved around chaos, a chaos that he controlled. And the décor was right in tune with his usual disheveled appearance.

There were a few framed photographs that hung on the walls. One of which was Discord, when he was much younger, shaking hands with Flank Sinatra. Another was of Discord dressed like Sinatra, standing on the Las Pegasus Strip and selling everything from 29 cent shrimp cocktails, to tickets to Foxy Boxing and fake IDs. There were two mismatched couches facing each other in the center of the room, as well as a torn, aging leather easy chair. The shelves were so cluttered they buckled in the middle like they were about to collapse, and 20 stacks of evaluation sheets, all higher than their heads, covered the floor.

“This might take a while,” they both groaned.

While Starlight and Pinkie went through the forms in Discord’s office, Fluttershy and Rarity spent their afternoon at the spa.

Aloe and Lotus Blossom, the curvaceous twin sisters who managed the place, smiled when Rarity walked in and asked for her usual: a manicure and a pedicure (complete with polish), an avocado face mask, a bikini wax, and a seaweed skin wrap... in other words, the full treatment (aka the works).

Rarity was currently enjoying a deep tissue massage from Aloe while Lotus Blossom rubbed Fluttershy’s feet.

“Darling, could you get between my shoulder blades?” she asked. “That’s where I carry all my tension.”

Aloe smiled as she applied more pressure to Rarity’s back.

“Fluttershy, what’s wrong?” Rarity asked when she noticed her friend wasn’t enjoying herself.

“I had a lot more fun when Rainbow Dash came with us,” she admitted.

“We do not need Rainbow Dash to have fun,” Rarity told her. “And besides, it is much nicer to be at the spa with someone who doesn’t crack up every time she hears the word ‘facial.’”

“Facial,” Fluttershy chuckled. “Sorry.”

As much as Rarity hated to admit it, Fluttershy was right – a day at the spa wasn’t the same without Rainbow Dash.

She sighed. “I guess it wouldn’t hurt to check on her.”

So, they allowed Aloe and Lotus Blossom to finish their massages, got dressed and went to see how Dash was doing.

Spike had so much cash lying around his suite that he didn’t know where to put it all. When he dug through his bedroom closet, he’d find stacks of hundred-dollar bills on the floor—as much as a hundred thousand held together by tight rubber bands. When he reorganized his music record collection and cleaned out under his bed, he uncovered several shoe boxes full of orange casino chips hidden behind one of his stereo speakers and beneath the bedframe. And when he went to eat at the restaurants, he always paid with hundred-dollar bills; not to show off but to get rid of some of them.

“Hey, check out this beanbag I found out in the alley,” Rainbow Dash told him. “Can you believe somebody just threw that out?”

“Well, that’s great,” Spike remarked as he poured himself a drink at the bar, “but what are all those homeless cats gonna pee on now?”

He was almost thankful when he heard a knock at his door as Rainbow Dash hooked her electric guitar up to the speakers and started tuning it. Spike opened the door and his frown deepened.

“Oh,” he said. “Hello, Fluttershy. Rarity.”

“Rainbow Dash is not still mad, is she?” Fluttershy asked.

“No, she’s not mad,” Spike answered. “She’s pissed.”

Suddenly, they heard rock music blaring from inside Spike’s suite. He ushered them in and they saw Rainbow Dash standing on one of the sofas, rocking hard. Her light strumming had quickly turned to wild windmill strokes with her arm and wagging her tongue.

“Of all the--You get yourself kicked out, and then you have the nerve to have fun without us?” Rarity hollered over the music.

“Don’t act so high and mighty, Miss The-Other-Side-Music-Video!” Dash countered as she leapt off the couch to look Rarity right in the face. “You don’t need to say a word for me to know that you two went to the spa without me!”

Rarity recoiled and was about to try and lie her way out of it when Dash added, “The smell of sweat that doesn’t come from a workout, your teeth are so bleached that they almost match your skin, and not only are your nails filed, but the polish is still drying!” She jumped back onto the couch and she went right back to playing. “Don’t let the door hit you on the way out.”

“Well, it’s late and I’m really tired, so could you, please, keep it down?” Rarity asked.

“Sure thing, Mom!” Dash shouted in reply.

“I mean it, Rainbow Dash! I have a double shift tomorrow, and you know how grumpy I get without my beauty sleep!”

“Sounds like someone wants me back in bed,” Dash said huskily.

“Fine, if that’s how you feel, why don’t you just stay here and sleep in your own filth, and Fluttershy and I will enjoy our nice, garbage-free room, all by ourselves,” Rarity told her.

“You think that’s punishment?” Dash scoffed. “Confining me to Club Spike? Where, every night, all Spikes drink for free! You see that?” she asked Spike after Rarity and Fluttershy left. “They’re on the verge of cracking. Eventually, they’ll give in, beg me to come back. And then I’ll be the winner!”

Spike just rolled his eyes as he finished his drink.

Dash noticed his upset expression and she unplugged.

“If this is about the mess I left in the bathroom, I’m sorry,” she apologized. “I meant to clean it up.”

Spike didn’t respond.

“Look, I know I haven’t really shown my appreciation,” she added. “And because you’ve been so great to me...”

She reached into a bag she had brought back to the suite earlier and pulled out a bottle of Wild Dragon bourbon.

“Dash, you didn’t have to--Wait... ‘Made with Flash Bee Honey’? Dash, this is really expensive stuff! How could you afford this?”

“I dipped into my rainy day fund,” she replied. “It’s the least I can do.”

Rainbow Dash ran her hand down Spike’s arm, to his belt. Then she knelt down in front of him and unzipped his pants.

“Whoa!” she exclaimed. “You’re hung like a stallion!”

She began to stroke him lightly. Then she licked the tip before taking him into her mouth. She stroked him a bit more, and then she began to suck, bobbing her head up and down as she did so.

“Oh yeah...” he groaned.

Spike began to relax as Dash’s hand squeezed around his shaft. He started to zone out as she drooled down his cock; making sloppy, wet sounds as she sucked harder and deeper.

“Just a bit more...” he said.

“Mpghph!” Dash exclaimed when she sensed Spike tense up.

Her eyes went wide for a second and she stopped bobbing with him halfway down her throat. She closed her eyes as Spike’s seed dripped from her lips and he continued to thrust into her mouth. Dash pulled back, coughed for a moment, then licked some of his nectar off her fingers and guided the last of it into her mouth.

“You mind if I take a shower?” she asked as she got to her feet.

“If you’re gonna do that, maybe I could join you and wash your back,” Spike suggested.

“And by ‘back,’ you mean ‘boobs,’ right?”

“Potato, tomato,” he replied, “by the way, nice melons.”

Rainbow Dash chuckled as Spike followed her through his bedroom and into the bathroom.

“Let’s get in that shower so I can wash you,” he said. “All of you.”

They quickly disrobed and turned on the hot water. Less than a foot of space separated them as Dash looked at Spike’s face... then down at his crotch. Then she turned away and grabbed a bottle of shampoo.

“Would you?” she asked as she motioned to her hair.

Spike nodded with a smile as the tip of his fully engorged cock rubbed against the small of her back. He gathered her hair behind her head and began to run his fingers through it.

“Mmm... That feels good,” she sighed.

Spike felt the firm cheeks of her bottom brush against his balls as he heard her take a quick breath and felt her tense up as he slid snugly between her cheeks. After Dash rinsed her hair, he worked up a good lather with the soap and placed his hands on her shoulders, squeezing them as an almost overwhelming feeling of pleasure washed over him.

He moved his hands over her shoulder blades as she arched her back slightly and brought herself up onto her tiptoes, lifting herself an inch or so higher. The water cascaded over them as Spike soaped Dash’s breasts while he stood behind her. He kissed her neck as his hands slipped over the smooth curve of her waist to her hips and his shaft slipped into the small gap between her thighs, making her shudder. He took a sharp breath as the tip slid over the lips of her pussy and she let out a soft moan. But he didn’t penetrate her. Instead, he knelt down and started sucking her pussy, much to her delight. She came hard and sighed deeply.

When they were done, Rainbow Dash stepped out of the shower, wrapped a towel around her body, and tucked the edge in right next to her breast.

Spike was enamored by that.

Every woman knew how to do that. They also knew how to do the weirdest thing: how to do that head wrap with the towel right out of the shower.

A typhoon couldn’t blow that thing off her head.

He followed her out of the bathroom and she walked to the bed.

“They say size doesn’t matter,” she told him. “But we both know that’s a load of horseshit, don’t we? You’ve got nothing to worry about in that department, you stud!”

Rainbow Dash cast her towels aside, pushed Spike back onto the bed, crawled on top of him and straddled his waist.

“What are you--?” he began.

He was silenced as she placed a finger over his lips.

“I’m gonna rock you like a hurricane!” she whispered.

She reached over to the nightstand, picked up a tiny remote control, hit a button, and “Rock You Like A Hurricane” started playing from the speakers.

Dash lifted her rear a bit, reached underneath her and grabbed Spike’s cock. She guided the tip to her pussy, and rubbed it back forth over her folds without letting him enter. Then she moaned as she prepared herself to take him in. She braced herself, and then slammed down hard, taking him all the way to the hilt.

She cried out in pain, and after taking a few seconds to adjust to the sensation of being full, Dash balanced herself by leaning down with her hands on Spike’s chest. She lifted her butt an inch or two off of him, only to slam it back down again. After a few minutes, she had worked herself into a rhythm, keeping the same pace as she slammed down on him again and again, enjoying the feeling of his cock stimulating every centimeter of her insides. Spike himself was lost in a feeling he had never dreamed even existed. The feel was almost too much for him to handle. Every time she lifted herself up, he wanted nothing more than for her to lower herself again so he could experience the all-encompassing warmth of her around him.

He came hard, over and over, sending Dash over the edge. She arched her back, her hands shot from his chest to her own, as she squeezed her small bosom tightly. She fell forward and rested her head on Spike’s chest, his cock still deep inside her. A few minutes later, Rainbow Dash lay beside Spike; then looked at him through a wisp of blue-black smoke, a cigarette in one hand, a glass of Wild Dragon bourbon in the other.

“Spike, I don’t do this kind of thing very often,” she told him.

“What? Smoke, drink, or fuck?” he inquired.

“All of the above,”

She set her glass on the nightstand and snuffed her cigarette out in the ash tray beside it before she ran her fingers through the small tuft of hair on his chest.

“I really am sorry for the way I’ve treated you,” she said. “Making a mess in the bathroom and leaving it, spilling your blood after you blew my clothes off--”

“Hey! That last one I deserved,”

“Well, I’m still sorry. Hitting you was totally uncalled for. Hitting you until you bled was...”

She looked like she was about to cry.

“What’s wrong, Dash?” he asked.

“It’s just... I was looking forward to one last break after graduation before the real world hit me in the face,” Dash said. “I just want to see something so awesome that I throw up from all the awesome, ya know?” she asked.

Spike kissed her forehead.

“Dashie, has anyone ever told you that you have beautiful eyes? Because you have beautiful eyes,”

“You really think that?”

“I don’t generally say things I don’t mean. You’re cute,”

“He really thinks I’m cute!” she thought.

“Well, you’ve got the most mesmerizing eyes I’ve ever seen,” she replied.

“Aww, Dash, I bet you say that to all the guys,” he teased.

“No, I mean it. Your eyes are more beautiful than the finest emeralds from Zebrabwe,” She looked over at Spike’s dresser, and the Fabergé egg that held his four Gate cards... and his mother’s Fire Ruby necklace. “And that is the biggest ruby I’ve ever seen that wasn’t protected by a uniformed guard.”

Spike smiled.

“Think you got enough in you for one more round?” he asked her.

“I think I can rally,” she said as he kissed her again.

Two hours later and Starlight and Pinkie Pie had barely gotten through three stacks of staff evaluation cards.

“Hurry!” Starlight told her. “Discord could walk in any minute!”

She picked up one of her own score cards, pulled out a pen, and started writing on it.

“What are you doing?” Pinkie asked.

“Just fixing a couple of my scores,” Starlight replied. “Goodbye, three, hellooo eight!”

“We don’t have time for this--Oh! This is it! I found it!”

“Ahem!”

Both girls bolted upright and turned to see Discord standing in the doorway.

“Uh, housekeeping?” Starlight attempted.

“Okay, ladies, hand over the form and nobody gets canned,” he told them as he held out his hand.

Discord wasn’t smiling, but his tone was amicable. Starlight had expected anger, or, at the least, disappointment.

“Really?” she asked.

“No. Somebody is very likely getting canned,” he replied.

“Better do what he says,” Pinkie advised.

Starlight complied and gave Discord the paper.

“Well, well, well. What have we here?” he asked.

“Please, John! It was my fault!” Starlight said. “Please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please don’t fire Twilight!”

“Why would I?” he asked. “It says, ‘excellent poise in the face of chaos.’ He gave her a ten out of ten.”

“So she didn’t get a one?” Starlight asked. “I am so happy! You would not believe the day I’ve had!”

“No,” Discord chuckled. “But I’ve got a pretty good idea of the night you’re going to have... filing every single one of these forms.”

Pinkie and Starlight groaned.

“Oh, and by the way, STRIKE!”

The first thing Rarity did when she got back to her room on the third floor after her argument with Rainbow Dash was grab a pillow, press her face into it, and scream. She hated admitting defeat, but she knew that she would ultimately have to choose between her pride and her friendship with Rainbow Dash. So, a few hours later, she and Fluttershy returned to Spike’s suite and knocked on the door.

Rainbow Dash, wearing one of Spike’s shirts, answered and saw Fluttershy waving a little white flag and Rarity carrying an olive branch.

“What do you two want?” she snapped at them.

“Rainbow Dash! We’re sorry!!” Rarity bawled.

“We want you to come back,” Fluttershy added.

“You can have the couch back, and permanent dibs on the game system, I’ll feed you grapes from a bowl and rub your feet, whatever you want!” Rarity begged. “Just come back to us!”

“I don’t want to,” Dash replied.

“There’s no reason not to,” Fluttershy attempted.

“Oh, no?” Dash challenged them. “What about my stink and my snoring?”

“Well, we’d rather put up with it than be alone,” Fluttershy said.

“Just come back to us,” Rarity sobbed. “Pleeease!!!”

“Well, I admit I was kind of a slob,” Dash confessed. “All right, I promise to do a better job of cleaning up after myself if you girls agree to join me and Pinkie for some free climbing tomorrow.”

Rarity and Fluttershy thought it was a small price to pay... until the following afternoon when they actually climbed all the way to the top of the rock climbing structure that stood next to one of the outdoor swimming pools. Rainbow Dash wanted to dive off the top.

“Did I mention I have a fear of heights -- and dying?” Fluttershy asked.

“Oh, come on, chicken!” Dash said.

And she took the plunge.

“Whoo-hoo-hoo-hoo!” Pinkie cried.

And Rarity and Fluttershy jumped after them and into the pool.

“That was awesome!” Dash exclaimed after she resurfaced.

“I’ve got a wedgie,” Pinkie said as they got out of the water.

“Me too,” Fluttershy added. “I think I just tasted my bottoms.”

“I’ll pull yours out if you pull mine,” Pinkie offered.

“Ew,” Fluttershy replied.

“Just asking,” Pinkie said.

The four girls joined Sunset and Applejack, who were lounging by the pool and listening to Spike explain his Champagne theory to them while Twilight was reading a book.

“And so I said, ‘that’s why they make the top explode, so you can’t put the cork back in and return it,’” he concluded.

Applejack, Sunset, Fluttershy, Pinkie, Rainbow Dash and Rarity all laughed.

“What album do you want to jam to tonight?” he asked Dash.

“Why don’t you pick the album, Gramps? It’s your Victrola,” she replied. “Well, I’ll catch you later,” he told her as he kissed her on the cheek. “I told Flim and Flam that I’d help test some new equipment.”

The girls (minus Twilight) bid him farewell and Rainbow Dash told them about her and Spike’s latest “sex-capade”.

“Sex on the sink?” Twilight asked, finally looking up from her book. “How does that happen?”

“We were getting ready for bed, sharing a mirror, one thing led to another and... well, you know,” Dash said.

“Yes, nothing says ‘take me’ like the sight of spit and used dental floss,” Twilight retorted.

She didn’t think so, but the rest of the girls (particularly Rarity and Fluttershy) wanted to know every detail, err on the side of way too graphic.

Next time: during a prank war with the Rich Casino and Resort, one of the Richs’ employees, Indigo Zap (a girl from Rainbow Dash’s past) comes to work for the Flimflam Brothers, apparently due to the Richs’ crummy treatment. Everyone starts treating her like she’s one of them... except for a left out Dash, who believes her old rival is up to no good. When Spike starts dating her, Dash conspires with Starlight and Twilight to take Indigo down.