Spike's Gambit
Chapter 26: Catering
Previous Chapter Next ChapterSpike sat in the Sweet Snacks Café one morning, having brunch with Discord, Fancy Pants, Thorax, Soarin, and Zephyr Breeze. Spike scooped a stack of pancakes into his mouth while Fancy Pants enjoyed a caviar omelet, Discord sipped a glass of chocolate milk and Soarin sniffed a muffin fresh from the oven.
“Ah, the chocolate chip muffin,” he said. “Is there any more delectable creation in this world than a fluffy, sweet little bread morsel, served piping hot, and stuffed full of chocolate chips?”
“Yes,” Spike replied shortly. “Without listing them, which would take hours, the answer is yes.”
Discord, Fancy, Thorax, Soarin and Zephyr all looked at Spike with growing concern. He hadn’t gotten much sleep the previous night, and he was starting to feel like yesterday’s trash, even with the events of the day of the talent contest still fresh in everyone’s minds. Now, every new woman who checked into the Resort was lusting after Spike. Two of them were sitting at a booth across the Café at that very moment.
“That’s him!” one of them whispered to her friend.
They were a pair of girls in purple cheerleader uniforms; one was a redhead with golden skin and extremely sensual lips, the other had beautiful blue eyes and high cheek bones, and both had trim figures and very full breasts. Spike had seen them around the Resort, but they seemed a bit shy and blushed when he caught them looking at him. Finally, they got up the courage to walk over to him.
“Hi, I’m Shimmy Shake and this is Lighthoof,” the redhead said.
“And we are your biggest fans,” the blue-eyed one added. “Would you sign our autograph books?”
Spike gave them his best smile as a pen appeared in his right hand and he signed next to Hock Fetlock. Shimmy Shake then asked Spike if he would be willing to pose with them for a selfie, which he did. They thanked him and ran away giggling, giving Spike a generous view up their skirts.
Almost everyone, men and women, had been in extra awe of Spike since he saved Twilight from choking to death. Even Discord (who every morning in the staff locker room) would say, “Get to work, slackers! Except for you, Spike. You can start whenever you’re ready.” It was like Spike had become the new main attraction of the Flimflam Brothers’ Resort.
“All right, what is wrong?” Discord asked. “You’re dating a beautiful woman, you’re the improbable star of your job, and you are living every man’s dream... Seriously, what are you so upset about?!”
“Spike, you are among friends here,” Fancy Pants added gently. “You can tell us anything.”
Spike was in a predicament: Applejack had confessed her feelings to him and they had been going steady for almost two weeks, but Sunset Shimmer had fallen for him too. Fluttershy let him have his way with her anytime he wanted; and Pinkie, the funniest girl Spike ever had sex with, said that she had no intention of telling the other girls anything about what had happened between her and Spike.
“Applejack... Sunset... Fluttershy... Pinkie...” he thought. “I can’t decide!”
Spike eventually found himself comparing their bust sizes in his head. Then he began to imagine himself with two women on each arm. He couldn’t choose which one of them he liked best! But he kept reminding himself that he was going to have to pick one sooner or later. He couldn’t let this situation go on... but he also didn’t want to see any of them get hurt.
Spike thought he might feel better if he talked to the guys about it... even just a little. He also felt he could use some of Fancy Pants’ wisdom. So, he told them his dilemma: how he, Spike Drake, a run-of-the-mill young dude with a thing for top-heavy women, was now the luckiest bum in the world.
“So, lost between four ladies?” Fancy Pants asked.
Zephyr Breeze thought about Spike’s situation for a moment.
“I know this will sound crazy because it’s me,” he said. “But if I was you, and one of the women in question wasn’t my sister, I would go out with all four of them at once.”
Spike shot Zephyr a look that said, “Seriously?”
“You’re already going out with Applejack, aren’t you?” Discord asked.
“Well, yeah, but...” Spike attempted.
“Then it’s simple: you just keep dating her,” he said.
“It’s not that simple!” Spike replied. “I slept with Pinkie!”
“Oh...” Discord didn’t know that.
“And what about Sunset Shimmer?” Soarin asked.
Spike went red in the face at the very mention of her name.
“Well... It’s not that I don’t feel anything for her,” he admitted. “But she’s never far from my thoughts.”
The other five men were starting to understand Spike’s feelings at this point.
“I still say stick with Applejack,” Discord told him.
“That doesn’t really solve my problem,” Spike replied.
“Come on, Spike. Everyone can tell when a man’s smitten by a pretty blonde with a low country voice,” he said.
“I hate to agree with him, but he is right,” Soarin added. “You’ve got the classic symptoms: your eyes gaze over when her name is mentioned, you’ve been drinking less since you started going out... and the washed cars.”
“You washed your cars?” Zephyr asked.
“They were dirty,” Spike answered.
“They all gave me birthday presents,” he added in thought. “But I’ve slept with Pinkie and Fluttershy... There is no man alive that can deny the four of them like that... but I have to give an answer. If I don’t, I would be less than human.”
Spike’s head slumped forward as he asked, “What am I supposed to do?”
Thorax, who had been listening intently to his best friend and former college roommate, finally spoke.
“Well, here’s what we know,” he said. “There are four women in your life: one who walks with you towards your dream...”
Applejack.
“One who wholeheartedly cheers you on...”
Fluttershy.
“One who feels she can be her true self around you...”
Sunset Shimmer.
“And one around whom you can be yourself and have the most fun...”
Pinkie Pie.
“Worst case scenario: if you can’t decide, just pick one and go for it,” Thorax advised.
Spike nodded. “Thanks, guys. I really appreciate this.”
They all nodded and left Spike to finish his meal. Meanwhile, in the kitchen, Chef Gustave le Grand stirred a bubbling pot.
“Pinkie Pie! Where are my kidney beans?” he bellowed.
“Got them right here, Chef,” she replied. “Just one question: how do they get the kidneys inside the beans?”
“How about you leave the deep thoughts to me, Pie?” he asked as he took the can from her.
Suddenly, Sunset burst through the swinging doors.
“We’ve got a big problem,” she said. “Table eight still doesn’t have their amuse-bouche!”
“Enough!” Chef le Grand shouted. “Now, listen up! You two may be in charge of all the other waitresses, but in my kitchen, you’re all equal! Now we’ve got guests to serve so start plating the gazpacho so I can concentrate on the chili!”
Back in the Café, a guest was complaining about the lousy service.
“It’s been ten minutes and a waiter still hasn’t taken my drink order!” he grumbled. “The butter’s too hard and what does a guy have to do to get a piece of bread in this joint? Finally!” he exclaimed as Sugar Belle came over.
“I am so sorry about the slow service today,” she apologized. “We have some new help in the kitchen. To make up for the delay, here is some Vichyssoise, compliments of the house.”
The customer tasted it and immediately spat it back out.
“Cold soup?” he exclaimed.
“It’s supposed to be cold,” Sugar Belle replied.
“Cold soup is an abomination!”
Spike ignored the rude man as Twilight and Fluttershy came in and sat down—Twilight across from and Fluttershy beside him.
“Oh, Spike, there you are,” Twilight said. “I almost didn’t recognize you without Sunset and/or Applejack attached to your face.”
“Well, I recognized you right away. Since you walked in here with no significant other and the worst dye job I have ever seen,” he countered.
“Spike, be kind,” Fluttershy said. “For me, please?”
“If you want me to improve my behavior, why don’t you invite me over for tea with Discord?” Spike suggested. “I could help you improve his table manners.”
“As much as I enjoy my teatime with John,” Fluttershy replied, “I can’t because I’m helping Chef le Grand cater an alumni event tonight.”
“What’s the event for?”
“A. K. Yearling’s latest Daring Do book,” Fluttershy said.
Spike could have sworn Rainbow Dash had superhuman hearing, because she rushed in and was by their side in a second.
“Did somebody say Daring Do?” she asked. “I love Daring Do!”
“I have an extra ticket if you want to go,” Fluttershy said as she held it up.
“I am so there!” Rainbow Dash exclaimed. “Yearling is my favorite author!”
“She’s giving a talk about it to a group of kids from Celestia’s School for Gifted Youths,” Fluttershy explained, “but then I am helping cater the reception.”
“Oh, Celestia’s School for--” Twilight began.
“Huh, I wonder if we’re gonna hear about how you almost got in there,” Spike droned.
Twilight glared at him.
“I went there, my Mom’s the headmistress, and her name is on the building,” Spike told her. “I know the names of everyone who flunked out, was kicked out, and never got in.”
“I was wait-listed,” she said frostily. “I could have gone there.”
“If the parents of 500 smarter boys and girls decided not to make their kids go,” Spike retorted. “Moon Dancer, Sunset and Sunburst included.”
In many ways, Twilight was the classic valedictorian stereotype. Her résumé was almost perfect: a math-science major with an incredible affinity for numbers. An electrical-engineering prodigy and straight-A student who had covered all the premed requisites and would have graduated at the top of her class at an exclusive boarding school... but that all meant nothing because of several accounts, and convictions, of theft as well as breaking and entering... plus, attempting to steal Queen Novo’s priceless pearl, which Spike learned from Shining Armor.
“Look, I know I’m probably not what you would call a human being--” Twilight attempted.
“You stole an ancient book from Equestria’s largest collection of priceless artifacts just so you could read it! You have never once thanked me for saving your job! And to top it all off, you accused me of sexual harassment when I saved your life!” Spike cut her off. “Tell me, were you even thinking when you tried to steal from Queen Novo all those years ago? That’s right. Your brother told me about that when he gave me his old rock star uniform the night of the talent show. You know, I find it almost amusing how the woman that’s willing to steal from foreign royalty is trying to tell anyone, including me, what the right thing to do is!” he told her. “I don’t know why you bother! You are, at best, a narcissist who has very little interest in the lives of her ‘friends’ and, at worst, a spoiled brat and annoying cockblocker who never took the time to learn that she’s just too bitchy for how cute she thinks she is! A less refined guy would have hit you by now. You’re just lucky I don’t give into violence.”
“Is that a threat, Spike?” Twilight asked.
“I don’t make threats, Sparkle, I make promises! So, if you have half a brain in your skull, you will stay the Tartarus away from me,” he advised.
And he left them.
Later that afternoon, Sunset and Pinkie Pie got off their shifts and met Applejack and Fluttershy for drinks in the Midnight Lounge.
“So, why did you want to see us?” Fluttershy asked. “Because Pinkie and I really need to be helping Chef le Grand prepare for the alumni event tonight. I’m sorry, Applejack, but even if it is you and Sunset, we don’t have the time to just hang out right now.”
“Well, as you all know, there’s nothing going on between Spike and I,” Sunset shared. “So there’s no reason for you to worry about anything,” she told Applejack. “I have a lot on my own plate right now.”
Fluttershy looked at Sunset with wide eyes.
“Applejack, are you really okay with that?” she asked.
“What are you talking about?” AJ replied. “Okay with what?”
“The fact that I slept with Spike before you became his girlfriend!” she shouted. “You don’t care about that?”
The other three girls were surprised by her sudden outburst.
“Well, do you hate me?” Fluttershy asked them. Her anger was quickly replaced with tears. “Don’t just sit there, say something!”
“I’m sorry, Fluttershy,” Applejack said. “It would have been better if your confession were earlier.”
“But... but, Applejack, are you okay with that?”
“I’m fine,” she said, “because I know how you’ve felt about Spike since the day you met him.”
“Liar!” Pinkie Pie blurted.
“It’s not a lie,” AJ replied.
“Yes, it is!” Pinkie argued. “If you say that, then you knew about my feelings about Spike too! You know because I knew about your and Sunset’s feelings for Spike then too! You can’t say anything!”
“I give up,” Sunset said quietly.
“W-What?” Pinkie and Fluttershy asked. “No!”
“Then what are you telling us to do?” Sunset shouted.
“Ever since you started working with us, every time I saw you look at Spike, I knew what you were thinking,” Applejack said to Fluttershy. “And if I wanted to, I could have stopped you from having sex. But I let you! Do you really believe that that would have solved everything? No, right?”
“But that’s...” Fluttershy began.
“We knew about your feelings too, Pinkie,” Sunset said as a tear fell from her eye. “We all did. But you need to realize, and understand, that our feelings are important too.”
“We’re the villains here?” Pinkie and Fluttershy both thought. “That’s impossible!”
“Okay, ladies, we’re going to talk about this thoroughly,” Sunset said as she fought off her tears. “This is how it’s going to happen. Before involving Spike in this conversation, I think it’s better to come to a conclusion ourselves.”
Pinkie smiled. “You really do like Spike, don’t you?”
“Well, o-of course I do...” Sunset replied. “I like him. But it’s not just that... I don’t think this situation’s a good thing.”
Fluttershy and Applejack nodded in agreement.
Suddenly, all four of their cell phones started ringing.
“It’s a text from Spike,” Fluttershy said.
“That’s weird,” said Sunset. “Mine’s from him, too.”
“So is mine,” Pinkie shared.
“Me too,” Applejack added.
“I did something to Applejack, Sunset Shimmer, Pinkie Pie and Fluttershy, something that can never be forgiven regardless of how much I apologize,” it said. “And because of that, I feel that I need to face and come to a conclusion about this. So I want you to come to my suite tonight after the reception following the alumni event with A.K. Yearling.”
“Hey, AJ...” Pinkie began.
“What is it?” Applejack asked.
“Spike is trying to face all of us about our situation,” Fluttershy answered.
“You’re right,” Sunset agreed. “We need to be prepared for whatever he’s trying to do.”
“But if none of us are chosen, what will you do?” Fluttershy asked them.
“Well, I’m not sure what I’d do,” Applejack said openly. “But even though it looks like that, Spike definitely has a strong sense of duty... so it is possible.”
“I’ll be really sad if Spike doesn’t choose me,” Pinkie shared, “but I don’t want to see him with another girl besides one of you.”
Sunset gasped. “If that happens...”
“If what happens?” the other three girls asked.
Sunset pulled Applejack, Pinkie and Fluttershy into a huddle and spoke to them in a whisper. And when she was done, they all nodded together.
A. K. Yearling arrived in Las Pegasus on an early flight the day before and was staying in Room 613 at the Resort. After a quick shower and change of clothes, she immediately went down to the grand ballroom, where chairs had been set up for the group that would be listening to her lecture. She smiled, thankful that none of them knew she was secretly Daring Do, the expert archaeologist, obtainer of rare antiquities, and protagonist of her books.
After her presentation, Spike looked around at the growing crowd. Aside from the students from Celestia’s school, most of it was the usual business types, including a group of six that Spike recognized as “the Mad Men”: Business Savvy, Pegasus Olson, Joan Pommelway, Roger Silvermane, Pete Cantrell, and Bronco Benson. They were all close friends, quite attractive, and were chatting and laughing with a certain familiarity.
A few minutes later, Chef Gustave le Grand came through the swinging doors that led to the kitchen.
“Spike, this is a disaster,” he said.
“Tell me about it,” Spike replied. “The guy who introduced Yearling was lights-out boring.”
“I mean the Bunny Girls and the bartender all just flaked on me, I am royally screwed!” Gustave exclaimed.
“No booze?” Rainbow Dash asked.
“No,” the Chef replied.
“No food?” Pinkie added.
“No,” the Chef repeated.
“No booze or food?” Spike translated. “That is terrible!”
“I hate to ask you this--” Chef began.
“No, you don’t,” Spike interrupted.
“Is there any way, ladies,” he asked Applejack, Sunset, Fluttershy, Pinkie Pie, Rainbow Dash, Rarity, Starlight and Twilight, “you could be my Bunny Girls, and Spike, you could possibly get behind the bar? Please, please, please, please?”
“Just so we’re clear, you want me to stand, unsupervised, behind a bar full of alcohol?” Spike reiterated.
“You’ve done it before,” Applejack told him.
“Yeah, but that was with you--supervised,” Spike recalled. He turned to Chef le Grand and added, “That was number nine on my mother’s bucket list. It was the one thing she didn’t finish before she died... I would be honored.”
“Thank you,” Chef sighed.
“All right, fine,” Twilight groaned.
“Thank you,” Chef repeated.
“I’ll get our Bunny suits,” Pinkie said.
“You’re gonna have to show Twilight how to put it on, too,” Spike told her.
Spike hung up his jacket, took off his tie, rolled up his sleeves, and unbuttoned the bottom button on his vest and the top two buttons on his shirt as he got behind the bar. Ten minutes later, the girls had returned.
Spike’s emerald eyes flashed with a bit of red as Twilight frowned, and his own frown quickly morphed into that nasty (at least to Twilight it was nasty) smile that never failed to make her weak in the knees.
“Why are you so desperate to try to fit in with these people?” he asked her.
“Try? I already fit in with these people,” she answered.
“Maybe you’re on the wait list to fit in--”
“Oh, shut up!” she snapped.
Chef le Grand approached the bar, holding a plate of shrimp puffs.
“Miss Sparkle, remember how I asked you to pass these out, not put them on top of the grand piano with a note that says, ‘Take one’?” he chewed her out.
“Fine,” she exhaled as she took the tray from him.
“You got in trouble,” Spike, Pinkie and Rainbow Dash said in singsong voices after the Chef returned to the kitchen.
Twilight spun on her heel and circulated the room with the rest of the girls as Silvermane moseyed up to the bar.
“What have you got on tap?” he asked.
“Oh, the usual: suffer through this, go back up to my suite... and have a serious talk with my girlfriends,” Spike replied.
“Hmm, well, if they’re anything like my wife, or either of my ex-wives, good luck,” Silvermane told him.
“They are, and thanks,” Spike answered as he handed him a Gibson martini.
Silvermane thanked Spike for the drink and headed back to rejoin his group as Joan Pommelway (one of the ladies Twilight offered a shrimp puff to) spat the puff into her napkin after taking a bite, and handed it back to Twilight saying, “I did not care for that.”
The girls continued serving Hor d’oeuvres as A. K. Yearling herself approached the bar and sat down.
“So, you’re the cute bartender everyone’s been talking about?” she ventured as she readjusted her orange framed glasses. “What’s your specialty?”
“I’ve got a great batch of hot buttered rum, how’s that?”
“Sounds good,” Yearling replied. “Make it a double.”
She nursed her rum as Spike set up 20 ladies with martinis, each with a tiny cocktail swizzle sword poked through a plump green olive. One of the best things about Spike was the knowledge that their martinis would flow like water and they would be mixed to perfection. It was just another part of his charm.
“Spike, you’re a wonder,” Joan Pommelway said.
Spike smiled as he asked Yearling, “How’s your drink?”
“Excellent. You’re a very good bartender,” she said. “You know, I worked my way through Pranceton tending bar; some of the best years of my life.”
“You think you still got the touch?” Spike asked.
“I don’t think I do,” she answered. “I know I do.”
As the night wore on, Spike ended up talking with just about everyone that had come for the alumni meeting, and he had them all laughing. He ended up being the life of the party.
“And speaking of economics, this is the trickle-down theory,” he said as he proceeded to pour a bottle of liquor down a pyramid of already full shot glasses.
They applauded him as he looked over at Twilight, who rolled her eyes before she returned to the kitchen.
“How did the mini quiche go?” Chef le Grand asked her.
“Good. Only three rejects,” Twilight said as she dropped the full napkins onto the counter. “Ugh, this job is disgusting.”
“She said about my livelihood,” Chef retorted. “It’s time for dessert. Can you please circulate the fruit tarts?”
“You know what, I have realized why these people are not responding to me,” Twilight said. “It’s this outfit. They’re not seeing me as one of them. They’re seeing me as a worker.”
“Glad someone’s seeing you as a worker,” Chef snapped again as he handed her the platter of tarts.
Twilight took them and was about to carry them back into the ballroom when Pinkie’s ears flopped, her eyes fluttered, and her knees twitched.
“Twilight, look out!” she cried.
But she was too late. The swinging doors swung back toward Twilight. It was Starlight, coming through with another handful of reject napkins, and she caused the plate Twilight was carrying to smush into Twilight’s chest. The entire front of her corset became covered in frosting.
“Sorry about that,” Starlight apologized.
Spike was just given another tip—in the form of a dark blue Poker chip (worth $500)—from Silvermane, when he saw Twilight exit the kitchen and march toward him.
“That’s it!” she stated. “We are switching jobs!”
“Fine, but don’t expect anyone to pool tips with you,” Spike told her as he pocketed the contents of the glass he had set aside for cash (which was filled with both big bills and casino tokens).
“You’re getting tips?” Twilight snapped. “I’m not.”
“No surprise,” he replied in an almost drab monotone. “For one thing, your uniform’s filthy.”
“You will see I do fit in with these people when I’m the one getting ‘em drunk! See how things go for you when you gotta serve Chef’s crappy food!”
“Well, word of mouth is the best advertising,” said the familiar snarl of Chef le Grand, who had been standing behind her the whole time.
Twilight slowly turned around to face him, expecting him to blow up in her face, but instead he said, “Sparkle, I really need you to serve dessert to these people or, at the very least, let them lick it off you.”
“Well, I am behind the bar now,” she replied. “Spike is helping the girls serve dessert.”
“Sure!” Chef said. “I mean, it is your kitchen and your food. Spike, dessert trays are in the kitchen.”
“You got it, boss,” he replied.
“Thank you,” Chef told him. “Twilight, we need 50 glasses of Champagne right away.”
“Fifty?” she asked.
“Yes, for the toast. Pay attention,”
Then he walked away again.
“That’s no fun,” Twilight groaned.
Spike returned to the ballroom with a platter of miniature cupcakes and approached Shimmy Shake and Lighthoof, who had also come for the lecture.
“Would you ladies care for some dessert?” he asked them in a rich, velvety baritone voice.
“Oh, I really shouldn’t,” said Shimmy Shake. “I’m dieting.”
“Me too,” Lighthoof added.
“What for?” Spike asked. “You ladies are not fat.”
“Oh, well, thank you,” they said, and they each took a mini cupcake.
Twilight shook her head in disgust as the cork to the Champagne bottle she was holding shot off and into her chin.
“Miss Yearling, I’m sorry to do this to you, but you wanted me to let you know when it was eleven o’clock,” Spike told her.
“Oh, right,” she replied. “I’ve got a plane to catch. Thank you, Spike.”
“My pleasure,” he said as she shook her hand, “Miss Do,” he whispered into her ear. “Come back soon.”
A. K. Yearling said her final goodbyes as she left for the front desk (where her luggage was already waiting) and Twilight spent the rest of the night helping the girls scrape all of the reject food off of the tiny plates with the remaining napkins while Spike counted his tip money.
“I made $1,753!” he thought with a smile.
“Thank you all again,” Chef le Grand told them.
“We were happy to help,” Fluttershy replied.
“Spike, you may be literally the best bartender in this resort’s history,” the Chef praised him.
“Better than Soarin?” Rainbow Dash asked.
“Take a look at the comment cards,” Chef said as he handed them to her.
“Comment cards?” Twilight asked. “Who handed out comment cards?”
Sunset raised her hand.
“‘Terrific storyteller,’” Applejack read one of them.
“‘Every thing I look for in a great bartender,’” Sunset read another.
“‘Best barkeep between Batlimare and Seaddle,’” Fluttershy quoted.
“Wait! Is that A. K. Yearling’s phone number?” Rainbow Dash asked.
Spike swiped and pocketed that before Dash could get her hands on it.
“Everyone, go,” Chef le Grand told them. “I’ll finish cleaning up.”
“No, you go back to your room and rest,” Spike replied. “We got this.”
“Really?”
“Look, I’ll be the first one to admit this out loud: you’re a hardass,” Spike confessed. “But tonight, I got a good, long look at all that you have to put up with, every day. It’s not easy to run a restaurant, so I apologize if I ever give you crap.”
“Thank you. It has been kind of a long night,” Chef admitted. “Oh, and Twilight, don’t look at your comment cards.”
“So, I’m on clean-up duty while Spike is the Resort’s new favorite?” Twilight thought. “This is total ca-ca!”
Her envy returned as she watched Applejack, Sunset, Fluttershy, Pinkie Pie, Rainbow Dash, Rarity and Starlight all flock to Spike. Then she thought about everyone he had served from behind the bar and how they seemed naturally drawn to him. They felt comfortable around Spike and that’s why they warmed up to him.
Twilight sighed as she said, “All right, say you told me so. I don’t fit in with this crowd. I gave it my best shot, but you’re the better woman.”
Spike just shrugged in reply, as if to say, “That’s true.” Then he pulled Applejack, Sunset, Pinkie and Fluttershy through the swinging doors.
“Come with me,” he said in a quiet voice. “There’s something I need to talk to you about.”
As they rode the elevator up to the 26th floor, Spike tried to figure out what he was going to say. Applejack, Sunset, Fluttershy AND Pinkie Pie were all silent until they got to Spike’s suite... and they sat on his bed. The quietness of his bedroom and their lingering fragrances added to Spike’s feelings of regret. He stood facing them, but said nothing for a moment.
“I can’t be serious when you have those bunny ears on,” he told them.
The girls removed their bunny ears. Then Spike took a deep breath, looked each of them in the eye, and said, “I have to break up with you, Applejack, but I can’t go out with any of you, either... I had sex with Trixie, Fluttershy, Pinkie Pie and Moon Dancer, and I did it all behind your backs. And because of that, I’m scum. No, I’m worse than scum. I wish I was scum. Even though saying that, I don’t have the option of breaking up with AJ and start going out with anyone else, so... please... just forget about me!”
He turned his back on them when he finished speaking.
All that could be heard was the ticking of the nearby clock.
“So, Spike, your decision is totally set?” Sunset asked.
“Y-Yes,” he stammered.
“Are you sure you don’t have space to listen to our idea?” Pinkie asked.
“Of course!” he said. “B-But, I don’t think I can give an answer right away.”
The girls all shared a smile and a nod, reached behind their backs, and undid their teddies. They all stood up, dropped their teddies, and stepped out of them.
Their heels came off next, then their pantyhose, and they smiled again. Spike still stood with his back to them. He knew it was very rude to give them this kind of attitude, but it was impossible to choose one of them.
“I can’t choose,” Spike said. “No, not in that sense, but in a sense of good faith... I love you, all of you, but... I just can’t choose between the four of you.”
“Then, why don’t you just make it all of us?” Pinkie asked. “Right, girls?”
“That’s right,” Applejack agreed.
“Right,” Fluttershy repeated.
“As an option, it’s possible,” said Sunset.
“All of you?” Spike asked. “That can’t be possible--Wait, what!”
He finally turned to face them and stumbled backward when he saw them, standing mere inches away, completely naked, with their arms folded under their breasts. Their large, beautiful breasts (all eight of them) stood high on their chests, each tipped with hardened nipples, and there were absolutely no traces of pubic hair between any of their legs.
“Whichever one you want...” they all said.
Pinkie and Fluttershy each took one of Spike’s hands and he allowed himself to be led by them as they guided him onto his bed. Sunset began to unbutton Spike’s shirt. Then she rubbed her hands over his chest. The rest of Spike clothes followed and he was quickly overwhelmed. Pinkie moved in behind him, rubbing her breasts against his bare back as Sunset tugged the zipper on Spike’s pants with her teeth, and Applejack pulled his boxers to the floor.
“I knew it!” Sunset thought. “He’s even bigger than I imagined!”
“This is not good,” Spike thought out loud. “Not good!”
“Come on, it’s fine,” Pinkie assured him.
“This is the best option that the four of us came up with together,” Sunset added. “You just need to relax and enjoy it. It’ll be fine, right Applejack?”
“This is the best way for all of us to be happy,” AJ agreed.
“I think this is the best way, too,” said Fluttershy.
“See, even Fluttershy’s agreeing with it,” Pinkie told him. “This is what we all want.”
Their soft hands massaged him all over: on his chest, his back, down his arms and legs. No part of his naked body was left untouched, not even his rock hard cock, which was wedged between Applejack’s breasts as she licked the tip.
“You keep fighting, but you’re about to burst,” Pinkie smiled.
“Spike, just cum,” Fluttershy whispered.
With one final lick, and a stroke of his balls, Spike erupted into Applejack’s mouth and she drank every last drop.
“Spike, what’s wrong?” Sunset asked.
“I-I’m just all talk,” he said. “I thought I could hold out, but I came anyway... lavishly.”
Fluttershy, her hands on Spike’s hips, pushed her melon-sized breasts into his back, and gave him a pouty smile.
“Stop saying stuff like that!” she told him.
“Spike, you’re not being much of a man,” Sunset added.
“Are you really okay with this?” he asked them.
“Yeah!” Pinkie replied.
“Of course,” Sunset added.
“And you two?”
“Eeyup,” Applejack smiled.
“Mm-hmm,” Fluttershy added.
“This could pass as a dream,” Spike breathed.
“But this isn’t a dream...” Pinkie replied.
“It’s reality,” Sunset added.
An hour later and Spike was ready to go again. Pinkie opened wide and sucked him off, taking him deeper and deeper until he was all the way down her throat. She finally relented and removed her mouth from his cock.
“Spike, the amount of precum feels like it’s special,” she said sweetly. “It’s your turn, Fluttershy.”
Fluttershy took the tip into her mouth and started sucking gently.
“How is the mixture of my saliva and Spike’s precum?” Pinkie asked.
“It’s delicious,” Fluttershy said as she moved a hand between Pinkie’s legs from behind and stuck one of her fingers in Pinkie’s pie.
“Fluttershy, you’re horrible!” Pinkie squealed.
“You shouldn’t tease someone that’s older than you,” Fluttershy smiled.
“Okay,” Pinkie whined.
Fluttershy gave Pinkie a kiss on the cheek as Spike coerced Applejack onto the bed and onto her back. He grabbed her bum, one cheek in each hand, and lifted her rear off the mattress.
“Her butt’s so big and firm and I love it!” he thought.
Applejack blushed and bit her lip to stifle a moan as Spike started fingering her. After ten minutes, he brought his hand to his lips and licked his fingers.
“Mmm... You taste better than cider,” he said.
AJ blushed even harder as Spike dipped his head between her legs and slowly started to eat her out. He licked her, tasting her sweet apple juices, which were dripping onto the sheets.
“Mmff... Mmmfff... Ahhh... t-this feels so good!” Applejack moaned. “Ahhnn... O-Ohh... I’ve never felt anything like this... S-Spike...”
She tried to tell him how much she was enjoying the sensations that were coursing through her. Her breath caught in her throat at the feel of his mouth moving over her sensitive flesh before he raised his face his hers, claiming her lips in a kiss.
“Why did you...?” she asked weakly.
“Just sharing your sweet taste,” he replied. “Cider has nothing on you.”
“Saddle up, cowgirl,” said Sunset. “I promised you first dibs, and I’m getting impatient for my turn.” She leaned in close to Spike and whispered into his ear. “There are twelve holes that need your cock, and you are gonna fuck them all... I can’t wait until you fuck my ass.”
Spike gulped as he and Applejack switched positions and she positioned herself over his pelvis. Her perfume was faint, a mix of sunflowers, roses, and red apples, and her breasts were softer than pillows in his hands. He was surprised, and pleased, when Applejack reached down to guide him into her. Her hand was cool upon his flesh, and he reveled in her touch. She took him deep within her, tensing for only a moment as Spike thrust up to meet her and she slowly became accustomed to his size.
“Deeper... a little deeper...” she said softly. “This is so good!”
Spike felt her body accept him and then close around him in a silken sheathing that wrapped him in molten rapture. He shuddered. His body felt like it was going to snap, yet he exerted control over his raging desires and remained still within her. Spike would not rush; he did not want to let this pass too quickly.
Applejack cherished his closeness, and when he began to move, she met him thrust for thrust. She wanted this as much as he did. Her heart soared at the feeling of being in his arms, and her delight built as she gave herself over to Spike without hesitation. When he began to touch her again, seeking out the most sensitive places, she returned the joy, caressing him back. Daringly, she slipped a hand between their mating bodies to touch and explore their tender joining.
Spike glanced over at Pinkie and Fluttershy. Watching him be so passionate with Applejack was turning them on. Spike gave one final thrust and he and Applejack came together, causing her to let out a gasp as every shot splashed inside her.
Spike was still hard as Pinkie Pie opened her thighs wide for him and she wrapped her legs around his body as she lay, reclined, on the mattress next to Applejack and met his thrusts. Her heart sank as Spike ceased his caresses, and she tried to entice him to move again by grinding her hips against him. Spike, knowing that she was trying to drive him to the edge of oblivion, stopped all movement and held her close, still exerting iron-willed self-control. Pinkie suddenly feared that she’d done something wrong. Then Applejack pinched Pinkie’s clitoris and Pinkie squirted all over Applejack’s face.
Spike felt Pinkie shudder beneath him as she let out a cry that was almost a wail of terror. The sound frightened Fluttershy for a moment, but then waves of desire swept through Spike and his muscles grew taut as he began to pulse out of control. He and Pinkie clung together, entwined, as more violent climaxes convulsed them. Then Fluttershy gulped as she watched Spike remove himself from Pinkie, then push Sunset onto her stomach and started pounding her anus from behind as she began to rock back and forth on her knees.
“It seems so rough,” Fluttershy thought. “But he’s being so gentle...”
“Do me faster!” Sunset begged. “More! I-I want it!”
Spike came hard and fast as Sunset milked him until she was full.
“I want to share this gift with you too,” she told Fluttershy.
Fluttershy did not protest as Spike mounted her. He rammed into her from behind as Pinkie lay beneath her, suckling Fluttershy’s breasts as Spike thrusted.
“She looks so cute when she’s bent over like this,” Pinkie thought as she held one of Fluttershy’s nipples between her lips.
“I want to come!” Fluttershy cried. “I can’t hold it in anymore!”
“No, you can’t yet,” Sunset told her. “You have to come at the same time Spike does. You can do it, Fluttershy.”
“I’ll do my best...” she replied.
Her butt became filled with Spike’s thick cream and it poured out and into Sunset’s waiting mouth. Spike continued to pleasure them over and over again, and he didn’t stop until all four of them came from anal.
At 2:15 in the morning, Spike rose from his bed and walked across to his dresser where there stood an ice bucket with a bottle of Champagne cooling in it, right next to the framed photo of him and four of his former classmates from Celestia’s school. Spike was in the center, squeezed between Sunset Shimmer and Moon Dancer, with Trixie next to Moon Dancer and Sunburst next to Sunset.
“We’re gonna have to update that photo... now that we’re all back together again,” Spike thought with a smile as he uncorked the Champagne and poured each of them (Sunset, Applejack, Fluttershy, Pinkie, and himself) a glass.
Sunset sipped hers, leaving a half-moon lipstick smear on the glass. She refilled her glass, her naked breasts jostling as she maneuvered the bottle; and Spike could only smile as he saw the passionate, and seductive, look on her face.
They all finished their Champagne as Spike lifted the covers and started to climb back into bed when Sunset shook her head.
“No. We want you in the middle,” she said.
Spike nodded as he positioned himself between Sunset and Applejack. Applejack snuggled against Spike’s right side with Sunset on his left. He cuddled his four favorite girls as they finally fell asleep, two on each side (Applejack and Fluttershy on his right, and Sunset and Pinkie on his left), and he held them tightly.